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Just Cad / Cad Bane x F Reader

After reading @sinisterexaggerator post about Cad being depressed it gave me a angst/fluff idea if you haven’t read it you should & @dreamswithghosts for gif

Summary: After pairing with you Bane kept you around, one day he drops you off realizing he made a grave mistake seeing you take a bounty with the last people he ever wants to see again.

/ Bad Batch Era Bane / ~> might rewrite and develop more but idk

Warning: Angst, Fluff, Rough Cowboy & Cuddly Cowboy, mild adult subject. PG-13

Word count: 3.1k

After completing the score, Bane had grown more quiet than normal. He was already a man of a few words but the silence was heavy in the air, even Todo had been quietly sitting in his copilot chair. It hadn't been a high stakes bounty or a high profile case, it was open and closed the closes one would get to easy money in this line of work. You spun your chair in a circle groaning before getting up and wrapping your arms around the silent Duros keeping yourself under his hat not to knock it off. Smelling the familiar blaster traces and leather on him, he didn't even try to pry you off.

"Okay, Cowboy, what is it?" you asked letting the concern lace your voice.

"Nuff'in."

"Cad Bane, don't you lie to me," you said pulling yours arms off him staring down at the brim of his hat, "What is it? Bounty too boring? Let's find any another to do."

"Dat ain't it."

"So tell me!" you said impatiently.

"Droppin you off."

Your blood ran cold, time stood still looking down at him and it was if reality was breaking, "For how long?" his silence was answer enough. You went back to your seat but you couldn't sit still, your leg bounced wildly. You got up headed to the bunk room, you looked down at his bunk shaking your head grabbing your stuff off the top bunk and mini closet. Both of you weren't a couple but why did it hurt like a break up? You thudded your ahead against the shelf of the bunk trying to pull yourself together. Sure there had been moments where glances lasted longer than they should have or nights where a little to much was drank that opened him up to talk or maybe the occasional hug to the man you considered a friend. Thought was, you mentally corrected, but was never more than that so why was he kicking you out? You wanted to demand answers but you knew once he made up his mind that was it.

You unholstered his LL-30 copy you had on for the bounty just incase nothing had gone to plan, you laid it on his bunk not having enough strength to face him. Bane was a cold blooded killer, most would consider this a blessing but you knew him deeper down than most there was still a person underneath those sharp teeth and crimson eyes. For a man who had it all, the title of the best, the first pick of any bounty he the fear and respect that came along with that there was always something under the surface the loomed over him that you couldn't describe other than lonesome.

You took yourself down to the ramp bay with the two duffels in tow. Minutes went by, you heard the metal of his respirator and the click of his boots against the floor, "I still don't understand why..." you paused to take a deep breath, "I guess I'll see you when I see you, Cowboy," you uttered at his shadow waiting by the ramp.

"Ya betta off."

"I'm better off? I'm better off with the one person I trust."

"Dat's a weakness a cute lil lady likya can' afford."

You turned to him gawking, "Bane did you just call me cute?"

"Ya know whatta mean'" he grumbled looking at you, "ain't this no place for ya." His skin crawled at the hurt in your features and the surprise at the comment, she don' know... he realized. He exhaled, "Missy, ya gotten too close to ma, I don' wancha gettin hurt over meh ya can' ghet close to people in dis profession."

"That should be my decision, Bane..." you looked down to see the ramp lowering you stood at the top of it not wanting to crumble, "You hear me, Cad, I love you," your stomach fell at the confession and it took every ounce of strength to hold it together as you walked down, "Just so you know someone in this universe does."

Bane quickly hit the ramp button the moment you were off, he leaned against the wall supporting himself. He allowed himself a few tears instantly regretting it when Todo showed up.

"Mr. Bane you are crying," Todo said worried.

"No kiddin" Bane grumbled pulling himself up by the boot scraps.

"You should go-" Todo started before Bane cut in, "Quit ya yappin, da woman is a risk."

"A risk to your heart maybe," Todo said sourly.

"What was dat?" Bane growled.

"You don't let anyone close anymore, it was obvious how you felt about each other."

Banes fingers found the metal plate on his head, "Lets go, Todo," no one knew him not really or what was going on in his head, left for dead on one of his bad days by so called colleagues. He wanted to spat at the memory of falling and Boba. If they didn't understand him to see what was wrong no one would. Being abandoned by Jango, he didn't want to go through that again but  ain't dat what I just did to 'er...? Bane frustratedly kicking the wall, "Dang nabbit," he gridded out at how hard he had kicked it.

"Mr. Bane, I do insist you go fix this," Todo said putting his hands on his hips floating himself to Bane's eye level, "before she gets to far."

"Shut it, droid. 'I know wat I'm do'in."

"I don't think you do if your kicking your precious ship."

Bane growled stalking back off to the cockpit and slumped into the set staring out the window finding you walking away. His eyes trailed you until you were no longer visible as you disappeared deep into the streets. A familiar ache formed in his chest causing his finger to drum against the armrest of the chair, he wanted to take off and continue but he couldn't bring himself to start the ship. Bane had forgotten to shut off the alert for when you got to far from him, it dinged almost causing him to jump. He looked down seeing a bounty rooster with your name on it, drat woman you haven' been gone fora hour, his frozen blood boiled seeing who you were signed up with.

"She don' know 'em," he seethed seeing both Boba's and Bossk's names along with a couple other less noticeable hunters names.

"You did terminate your partnership with her, Mr. Bane," Todo pointed out, "It's only natural she continues with others. However if we retrieve her..."

"Can' care 'bout er," Bane affirmed but didn't make it any easier then he saw Embo's name on the list, "Ya getting ya way this once," he growled getting up heading into the bunk room eyes narrowing on the blaster, "She ain't even armed," he hissed holstering it.

"We will find the annoying mammal," Todo hated having her around causing Bane to split his attention but he seemed more like his old self having her around.

"Betta find her fast before dey leave."

Info fob took you to a run down busted cantina that definitely shouldn't have had their license to operate but it was the perfect out of sight place for Hunters to met up, which you suspected is the only reason the establishment was still open. You didn't know anyone from the list but you easily picked them out in the small crowd clustered in the back and the anxious looking people around them. You slide into booth introducing yourself, all of them glared at you.

"Is there something on my face?" You asked nervously.

"Nothing," the one called Boba's say, "Didn't realize your ball would give you enough chain to be by yourself without him."

"Bane...?" You asked stupidly which got a stupid reply of yes, "We're not a team anymore, he dropped me here and is probably long gone."

Boba hitched an eyebrow, "Is that so?"

"What does he need with a geek like me anyway, he has that droid anyway."

"We should get going, Bossk is going to meet up with us on the ship." All of you got up after Boba following him to the ship dock. You didn't even think twice about it even with Boba's connotation about Bane made it seem like they were less that associates it would be off whatever world this was.

Shuffling into the seat you heard the Trandoshan's breathing and turned around watching him stroll in sniffing, "I recognizess your ssmell but I don't recognizess you."

You rolled your eyes greeting him with your name and your former partner, "Is it really that big of a deal?" you muttered to yourself.

"Only to a select few."

Before you took off you saw it, the Justifier still docked and a blue figure staring straight at you. No one else seemed to noticed him in the distance and the ship took off towards everywhere the assignment was. You hadn't even bothered checking other then it was off planet. You fidgeted in your seat trying to shake the feeling that something was wrong.

"Whatss iss it?" Bossk hissed.

"I feel... like we're being followed... I can't explain it."

"Bane," Boba growled, "Anyone want to say hi?" he said sarcastically before the ship got one single blast.

Your pad started beeping, "Are you farking kidding me?" you grumbled pulling it out staring at it, Ghet back on da ship, now, 'You made me leave,' you replied, "Let's go."

Boba punched it, hitting light speed to get out of there, "What did he want?"

"Me," you mumbled. You pulled your legs up to your chest wrapping your arms around them letting your head slump against the seat. You eyed the room discreetly, feeling dejected but wondering why he didn't want you around them if that was what this was about. Your pad went off again, I'm comin, don' trust'em.

"I take it you don't know?" Boba said.

"Don't know what?"

"Bane was one of my mentors. Absolutely cruel to me; irony because my father was his mentor. One day while we were out on a bounty, Bane didn't care about how we went about it or if we even completed it. Him and I dueled for leadership, he lost and somehow lived."

"Oh..." you had wondered about the metal plate, remembering how every time you asked how belligerent he got especially after a couple drinks.  You were very aware of Bane's temper and ruthless but unlike them you understood there had to be a deeper reason, at least there had to be... right? "Well he's coming," you didn't know what else to say. You saw the silent conversation between Bossk and Boba wondering if you were about to catch in the crossfire, "What's the plan?"

"We'll see what he does when we land."

The moment you land hell erupts you and boba barely getting off the ramp finding Bane there guns drawn glaring, "Wan'da little lady, hand'er over," he was staring directly at Boba. If his eyes weren't already crimson they would have been with the rage rolling off of him. His pinky tapped against the butt of the gun waiting, he wanted to look at you but didn't want a distraction in cause this went south.

"We're busy," Boba glared Bossk and Embo following standing behind us, "You're the one who's going to hurt her Bane, not us," Boba added.

"Bessst be leaving," Bossk hissed.

"Gimme the girl an' I'll be gone," he watched fangs bared as Bossk pointed his blaster at your head and it was not on stun, "Don' dink 'bout it."

"Bane..." fear laced your voice as much as you tried to hide it your eyes looking at the blaster then at him, "I don't know what's going on in your head but please, go."

"What ya said gave meh to much to dink'bout, so yer comin with meh," he exhaled calculating how fast he could shoot and drop them before they dropped you realizing his odds were good but not great.

"Cowboy, it's been a great ride... but for me, you have to go," we're you putting his safety over yours? The things people do in the name of love, by the look in his face you no one had ever done that for him.

He snarled looking at them but he backed into the shadows furious at himself for stepping away. He listened for what seemed forever when he heard one blaster shot ring out. Bane seethed fist curling around his pistols even more enraged that he let his emotions get the better of him m. He'd uncharacteristically shown his weakness the one thing he had tried to strengthen Boba against so he wouldn't make the same mistake his father did and they killed you for being his. Bane wanted to turn around, stand his ground and make them pay but the pleading in your voice for him to go kept him walking, He'd face worse odds before but there was a time and place for revenge.

"Mr. Bane?" Todo asked.

"Dey killed her," he said, his voice laced with defeat as he climbed back into the Justifer, alone.

"That sshould buy uss time," Bossk hissed.

"That farking hurt!" You snapped grabbing the wound, Embo already returning with the med kit.

"Had to make it convincing," Boba shrugged, "Complete this bounty, you won't need to worry about needing Bane to make a name for yourself."

"No but I'll have to worry about you sticking your neck out for me, we both know he'll be back with a vengeance," you had a choice, you could earn yourself the respect to work alone or you could keep them from waring each other.

Bane put a leg up on the dash letting the other bounce realizing how much of his life had fallen apart, mentor dead, person he considered a friend turned out to a Jedi in disguise, getting injured, losing a major bounty and now this. He stuck a toothpick between his teeth and set his hat in his lap wondering about the exactly moment everything went wrong.

"Mr. Bane! Look!" Todo said pointing the limping figure towards the ship.

Bane didn't look he put his hat back on and ran to the ramp, "Yer alive," he said dumb founded grabbing your limping form from the bottom of it.

"Don't make me regret un-faking my death," you gridded out the steps up the ramp causing the pain in your leg to make you grunt, "Already regret it," you groaned forcing yourself to sit down the moment you were up the ramp.

"Why'd ya do it?"

"Come back? I didn't want you blaming yourself, the bounty was tempting however," you admitted, "could have made a name for myself," you mumbled.

" 'gain why didn' ya?" Bane poked.

"Don't make me say it again," you groaned standing up finally feeling the patch start to work, "First time was bad enough," because it had, it had hurt to admit the truth. You never had the intention of telling him, happy to just let things be but there was rarely a moment you couldn't read him and standing there dropping you off there was nothing you understood then again trying to get you back the look on his face said he going to go down a war path he couldn't come back from and it would have been your fault if he got killed. You blinked as you felt his arm reach out and curl around you vice gripping you to his lean frame, "Bane?"

"Cad," he grumbled breathing in your scent no longer able to smell the iron over powering it, "just Cad."

You put your arms around him, not once had he ever voluntarily hugged you or hugged back, you felt his chest rumble almost like a pur. Your face nervously smiled not wanting to say anything, he tried to pull away but you pulled him closer listening to it, "I like it, although would be better without these," you said tapping the breathing tubes. He didn't even hesitate removing them dropping them to the floor before returning his arm around you. You seemed to melt closer to him, it sounded more authentic without the metal rattle.

His pulled his arm away, “Leave it,” he said looking down at the breathing piece tugging you by the hand to the cockpit, “Gotta gehet da ship outta here,” he said dropping your hand as he slide into the pilots seat.

Much to Todo’s hovering annoyance you took the copilot seat, “I hope you prematurely take off your patch.”

You rolled your eyes snatching the droid mid air and hugging him, “Careful lil fella, I might give ya an accent like Bane’s and make you sing,” you teased releasing the companion, you chuckling as that instilled the fear of the maker in him because he knew how good and fast you could reprogram him.

“Mr. Bane you’re not going to let her… right?!”

The Duros chuckled, “Maybeh.”

“I’m going to go lay down,” you yawned forgetting how draining the patches were. It didn’t take long before you heard foot steps behind you, stalking your movement to the bunk room.

“Don’ dink bout hopin up there,” he voiced watching you look up, “ ‘mer,” he said taking off his hat resting it on a post and climbed into the bunk. He watched you stare at him, “ ‘Mer, ain’t gonna bite ya,” he watched you climb in and he wrapped himself around you practically half laying on you. Life had broken him down, but thinking you were dead had destroyed him albeit temporarily. He felt your arm wrap around him feeling nails lightly in his back not lustful but in need of his solidarity. Bane’s lip twitched as that infernal purring started again.

“What do have you have to think about?”

“Ya really didn’ know how I feel?” He whispered.

It was weird seeing the bounty hunter who astutes confidence and authority in every moment seem so.. just human, “No. I never expected to see you again either.” The purring stopped replaced with a momentary growl, “Bane?” You said tilting your head to him, “What is it?” He was silent. “Cad?”

“Da feelin’ mutual,” he felt compelled to say after hearing his name on your lips. The purring started and he heard you make a small happy hmm noise. He didn’t need to say it, you both knew what he meant. “When it’s meh and you, it’s Cad.”

“Cad,” the name rolled off your tongue like expensive spotchka, “Only I get to call you?” he nodded. Your hand roamed his head gently and the other light stroked his back, “I don’t regret it anymore,” you teased, “so cowboy, what’s next?”

“For ya missy? Go ta’bed, wanna enjoy dis,” he said exhaling enjoying the scent of you and feel of you finally touching him, “Maybeh we go ta’beh,” he mumbled feeling heavier and suddenly tired.

“Let’s go to bed… Cad,” you smiled turning a little more into the blue space cowboy’s embrace hearing the pur slowly stop as both of you fell asleep.

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Dead or Alive

Cad Bane x Fem! Reader

NSFW / 18 + for Blowjobs, titty fucking, ejaculation, public sex acts (semi), and a bit of demeaning behavior / slight humor on Bane's part. Yes, he has two dicks.

Summary: Cad Bane is the most handsome man you have seen in your whole life. He knows that look, and decides to have some fun with you. For you, it's love at first sight. You would let him take you in any way that he saw fit; lucky for you, he's into that (you give Bane sloppy head in an alley behind a bar).

Word count: 3.1k. Short and sweet.

Notes: Haven't written for Bane for a minute. Just wanted to gush over him for a bit. He was so hot in TBB season 2 that I was inspired. This fic takes place from many points of view, but halfway through it settles into the reader's perspective. I may write a part 2 when she/you bump into him again. ;D

A raucous discordance of voices quieted to a dull roar, and then nothing – a nervous cough, the scrape of a chair – so many languages hailing from different star systems pinched off like oxygen from the lungs. Those sentient beings who absorbed the stuff found they held it inside like a scream; they harbored this bated breath, as if releasing it might bring certain doom in the guise of a figure.

A figure who wore a hat, canted downward, its wide brim shielding them from judgement, from the burn of this creature’s gaze, this otherworldly being who was half myth, half legend, half flesh and green blood, bound together by a kind of apathy that bordered cruel.

But the stories were true— time stood still once he walked into the room.

One might swear they could hear the drop of that toothpick, discarded with both absence of mind and disrespect. It bounced once across greel-wood floors strewn with sand, in need of a sweep.

All eyes, including ones that were bulbous and backlit, remained on the blue Duros, a person of sound intelligence left to ponder the notion—the implications—as to the appearance of a diminutive droid from behind his legs, only knee-high. For a hunter of such notoriety to keep a companion that for all intents and purposes seemed harmless was a mystery, almost as big a mystery as the man himself.

“Geric Zodri,” its haughty, high-nosed voice called out, little hands akimbo on his hips, both the new arrivals unaware of the woman who sat at a table just diagonal the door. Her caf cup was held stationary in a position that mimicked art, as if sculpted from marble; she dare not move, wanting nothing more than to observe the sight before her, to commit it to memory, for such a beautiful thing it was.

Skin the color of cerulean seas; eyes as red as human blood that shone like fire; fingers as long and delicate as the legs of spiders. His teeth were as sharp and deadly as his stare, two the length of dagger points, the Duros’ body as thin and gangly as the stem of a candlewick flower sold on market days. 

He was covered from head to foot in leather, tubes jutting from his cheeks like extra limbs, his pants so tight it appeared he had been poured into them. The girl imagined his wide-brimmed hat to be a crown, fixated atop his head and steeping him in shadow, its artificial shade casting its dark pall across honed planes and angles, only making those stark, elliptic eyes more prominent.

Love at first sight—she might believe it, now that she had come face to face with hell incarnate, a fallen angel, a man so handsome tears threatened to fall from her eyes, her previous occupation all but forgotten.

What had she been doing? Datapad sitting idle, screen blackening to the color of pitch.  She hadn’t a clue, forgetting to breathe, forgetting to blink, forgetting her own name as the soft jingle of some unidentified bits of metal clinked against one another with every graceful, slow, deliberate step of this man advancing, strolling beyond her, just to the left.

She felt she might faint; simply pass from this world into the next, to die on the spot as she caught the scent of the gunslinger who smelled like something smokey, something sweet, something not quite like anything else on this stinking planet; it was a wonder she did not spill her beverage straight onto her lap, finally having the sense to place it down upon the table.

Then, another man stood, a human, though nothing about his appearance suggested he was from any place in particular, his eyes wide like an animal ensnared, caught in the path of a hungry predator, though the droid approached him first, his gold-colored photoreceptors angling upward as he tilted his large head.

How did it even stay upright? How did this little bot balance when it was so top heavy, defying the laws of physics? Questions she asked herself as she watched the scene unfold; they were all members of a theatrical audience, her and the other patrons, seated on the edges of seats, cramped in corners to make themselves small, heads bent low with hoods drawn, others smiling wicked smiles of twisted delight.

“Ah, there you are! There is no escape, I am afraid,” the droid said with certainty, joined by an air of pretention that was almost comical. Maybe this woman would have laughed had not all the other people surrounding her been so adamant to keep their silence, a few others daring to inch toward the door in hopes of a subtle escape.

The Duros paused as his target’s eyes shifted, mapping out possible exits, his heartbeat so loud he was positive it could be heard over the eerie quiet that had descended upon this little cantina like an ominous cloud. The gears of his mind were practically visible, turning in the direction of the blaster on his hip, the perp’s arm lifting incrementally in such a fashion as to make everyone aware he planned to draw.

“Naht smart, what yer thinkin’,” the creature’s voice announced, low and husky, words drawled in absolute indifference. So calm and cool, like a tall drink of water served ice cold; he rushed for naught, the girl thinking she would pay all the credits in the galaxy just for him to read aloud to her.

“Whaddeye say ye come quietly, save me a heap a trouble.”

Something akin to fear bristled down her spine, though the threat had not been directed toward her. Worse yet, it wasn’t as simple as that, the tingling of her loins accompanying a heat that spread like wildfire from her groin up to her cheeks.

God, he was perfect in every sense of the word. The tilt of his hip, the drumming of his fingers against his gun belt, the scars that not marred, but complimented his rugged visage. She realized she wanted to kiss him, touch him, worship the very ground he walked on, and she did not even know his name.

“Cad Bane.”

His quarry had spoken, eyes narrowing to match the width of the Duros’, constricted into tapered slits at either end. The girl had only spared him a glance, returning her attention to the rough and tumble nerfpoke whose hand idled over blasters of a kind she had never seen before.

“Supposin’ ye know why Ah’m here, dhen,” the hired gun offered, though his droid perked up, easing himself back into the conversation as if he enjoyed the act of provocation, no better than a sentient who fed on drama.

“For the sizable bounty on your head, of course!”

Cad Bane, the bounty hunter, the girl recited soundlessly. Only known by name, she had never once laid her eyes on him—not that she had desired or ever expected to.

The hunter’s upper lip lifted in a partial sneer, revealing the point of one elongated tooth more clearly. How might it feel for it to press against her flesh? How might it feel to be bitten?

“Dhat’ll do.” The droid needed no other encouragement, backing up to a safer distance as its master stayed put, seeming to know better than to interfere with what was about to occur. The one called Bane never once looked away from his mark, and the girl never once looked away from him, the way in which the Duros carried himself exuding a reptilian-like patience that preceded his species, yet this was something else entirely.

It was a standoff, like those kinds she witnessed in holofilms, but she found herself rooting for the villain—was he the villain? What had this man done to warrant being hunted down like vermin? She would not contemplate the possibilities, too engrossed in the here and now, eyes trailing from boot to brim; she thought she caught a sideways glance in her direction, causing her to dip back in her seat—had he looked at her?

That was the moment a shot rang out, followed by the smell of Tibanna gas and gasps from all around. Another followed suit, within milliseconds, echoing the first. Bane had sidestepped, his reflexes like that of an agile nexu—the human male had tried to take him out and failed.

“Ah’d say better luck next time,” the hunter quipped. The butt of his joke need not be stated, the point of it obvious—he was deader than a starship rivet, hitting the floor like a sack of Corellian potatoes, no one seeming to want to acknowledge this fact as they returned to card games, to gambling, to drinking caf.

But the girl—she would continue to stare, lip nearly chewed to shreds as she bit her tongue to keep from spurting off nonsensical things such as “I love you,” or “please fuck me within an inch of my life.” It was as if he could read her mind, another glance cast with the accompaniment of a smirk.

“Todo.”

The droid was alert and ready to serve, somehow wishing she was he, or it, at his beck and call and then some, never once assuming she could be jealous of a thing that had no soul, made of ones and zeros.

“Get de repulsor,” he commanded. “And ye,” he faced the girl, “come with me.”

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The coiling of a single digit easily persuaded you, your heartbeat a separate entity set out to betray you; it was felt as a persistent throb below the belt, your cunt clenching as you stood. You were unsure of what the hunter wanted from you, but it did not matter, all thoughts fleeing to be replaced by unconditional obedience.

It would have been unwise to turn him down regardless, apparent from all eyes now set upon you, none wishing to be caught in your shoes. Had he felt disrespected by your ogling? Had he set out to punish you? Would you wind up like the man inside the bar?

You would not see his face again in the span of time it took for him to travel the path laid out before him, unconcerned by your lagging behind, finding you to be no threat. Despite your predicament, you were eager to discover what he had in store, pausing when Cad Bane vanished beyond the mouth of a narrow alley.

Now would be the time to run, to flee for your life, but instead you were stupid, enamored by the way he walked, the way he talked, the clothes upon his back, the color of his pretty scales.

You took a breath, turning the corner. He was waiting for you, thumbs hooked along the waistband of his trousers. Once he was sure you had not abandoned him—and he did allow you your own freewill—he advanced, arriving at a more secluded portion to which he pointed with a downward turn of his index finger.

You bravely stepped forward, aligning yourself with the wall. Bane positioned himself in front of you with a curious tilt of his head, towering above. And while you felt intimidated, you did not outwardly express it, keeping a straight face notwithstanding the trepidation you harbored, meeting that piercing gaze head-on.

Then, he angled his hand, pointing again, this time toward the ground with that same finger, a smug look of callous amusement registered by only a small quirk of his thin lips.

Slowly, thoughtfully, you lowered, drifting to your knees before him as your gaze stayed trained on his gaunt face. He wanted you humbled in supplication; you held no qualms, holding his red eyes with an expectant look for as long as he allowed.

You could get drunk off them, like sanguine-colored wine, your own reflection mirrored back to you; your own desperation; your own indecency, assuming what might come next, yet your expression could only be observed as eager. The Duros’ lithe fingers branched out like twigs as they curled beneath your chin, a hint of a thing most heavenly stretching languidly in an upward curve.

It was a smile, or the beginnings of one, dastardly in effect, Bane all too entertained by your lack of self-respect, perhaps. Yet you obeyed when he pried your lips apart with the pad of a cool thumb, exposing your teeth—nothing like his and dull in comparison—your instinct to wet his scales as your tongue gave a tentative lick, mouth closing around its blue tip.

You sucked, not once breaking eye contact, drowsy with desire as you mimed fellatio, moaning sweet sounds that caused the man to hiss, as if somehow unprepared.

You watched as his free hand unzipped his fly below where his belt fastened, leaving his holsters intact about his tiny waist. It took more than that to partly undress himself, realizing there was a hidden panel made of some extruded, matte material that sealed him off from the outside world; it was like a second skin, only black.

Bane’s bulge pushed against it, as if the thing behind it demanded to be released. Like a snake, it—they—slithered out to your surprise, his thumb abstracted to be replaced by not one, but both his cocks.

Awestruck, your eyes widened; you never would have imagined that what his species packed would be anything quite like this. Coated in a sheer slime that tasted divine, these flexible appendages glided down your throat as if a liquid, bypassing your uvula to delve toward the deepest part of your oropharynx, barely giving you space to breathe.

But you found you could, inhaling through your nostrils as you sat up on your knees, finding his flavor to be enticing, lulling you into a more relaxed state of mind. You were receptive, more than perhaps you ought to be, puckering your lips for better suction, the Duros’ gloved hand finding the back of your head.

He pushed you forward; you did not resist, his slender hips thrusting into you as his reedy fingers coiled into your hair. You aided him, seesawing your neck back and forth, adopting a frictionless speed that caused his grip to tighten, the Duros shamelessly fucking your face like you were a common whore, yet he was not paying you.

His genitalia seemed to be hardening, which was unexpected, making it difficult for you to obtain the oxygen you sorely needed, yet you found to be starved of air was worth it, instead your nostrils filling with a most addicting aroma, none like you had ever smelled before.

Today seemed to be a day full of firsts; your hands found the hunter’s small, yet muscular ass. He did not stop you, though he could if he had the mind, your tongue roiling across and between his members as if imparting a passionate kiss.

What was that? you wondered, your human brain only comprehending it as pheromones, you heart beating faster as you drooled on yourself, spittle leaking down your chin to fall against your breasts. The hunter yanked you backward by your locks, stealing his cocks from you; you panted, gasping, yet you were indignant, tongue searching them out in a pathetic display worthy of embarrassment as you whined in dismay.

“Human girls would choke dhemelves te death,” he commented, tone mocking, allowing the reinsertion of one, while the other slid down the front of your top to fondle a pebbled nipple, slipping beneath the fabric of your brassiere.

He was right; you had not wished to stop, only now noticing how dire the situation had been. As if hypnotized, or seduced by his scent, in that moment you would not have cared if you asphyxiated, so avid was your zeal.

You moaned in earnest, enlivened further by his attention to your tits, however unconventional, moving your hand to grip his interred cock’s sleek base. You gorged on it, one of the Duros hands finding purchase against the wall behind you, propping himself up as you deigned to never be forgotten, feeling privileged to have even gotten this far.

You changed your mind; you went hands free, smashing your breasts together, creating a snug crevice between your cleavage for him to fuck. You continued to slather his first cock in your saliva, deepthroating him to the root of his tentacular shaft, putting your whole body into motion, your tongue ebbing and flowing, cheeks hollowing, coaxing him to bust.

He produced a gruff, throaty sound that nearly caused you to cum untouched. You would have played with yourself right then and there, but his pleasure was the thing you sought, keeping your tits level as he drove his secondary cock between them, droplets having formed at its head; the sticky beads of precum leaked out onto your chest.

“Give a Rodian a run fer dheir creditsss…” he praised, your underwear thoroughly soaked; you relaxed your throat as he face-fucked you harder, though his movements slowed, his strokes deeper, longer, more succinct.

“Get ready,” Bane warned; you felt born ready, squeezing your tits around him at the same time your mouth hugged his every inch. He came, a torrent of ejaculate pumping itself down your gullet and into your belly, the other spreading its seed all across your breasts and neck, spurting as high as your chin.

You were covered, inside and out, verbalizing your ecstasy by way of a happy purr, though you were quickly disappointed when his snake-like dick wriggled right out of you to join its twin, both dripping with remnants of his sperm.

You licked them clean, begging for more, a plaintive whine escaping you as you gazed up with sorrowful, pleading eyes, so sad that it was over.

Bane stuffed himself back inside his suit, his trousers, and awkwardly adjusted, waiting for the moment his dual dicks would retract inside himself, making his pants all the more comfortable to wear.

He pat your cheek; it was a demeaning gesture, yet you ate it up, nuzzling your face into the bowl of his palm for those few seconds, like an eager kitten who craved attention, finding yourself to be devastated when he broke physical contact, your mind swirling with thoughts of him and only him, Bane knowing that look all too well.

“Thanks fer de head.”

The hunter tipped his hat, turned, and moseyed back the way he came, the way from which he had ushered you minutes prior, his droid drifting by with the body of the man Bane had shot laid out on a hover-stretcher, leaving you to pine away for him as he knew you would, walking out of your life just as quickly as he had arrived— oh to be his bounty, dead or alive.

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I was enthralled. I'm sad the dream ended there. Why do dreams often end at a choice? It's like too big of a decision for a sleeping mind to handle.

Cad Bane Arranged Marriage AU Story Idea

So I'm processing a LOT of story-writing thoughts—last night, as a result, my brain figured it'd be cool to hand me a fairly in-depth Bane plot circa The Clone Wars via one of my dreams. Unfortunately, this setup's not usable in my current writing efforts... but it was actually pretty intriguing for me despite being a dream, so, you know, here you go! If someone wants to take it in some direction, then by all means, feel free.

The trouble began when a small archaeological team was sent by the Republic to a remote jungle on a world in the Outer Rim. Their purpose was to dig up Jedi artifacts from a long-since crumbled and overgrown mountain-temple there... but naturally, this group needed regional contacts and guides so they could do their job. This, they found in a nearby village of Duros.

Now, this particular group of Duros had inhabited the area for hundreds of years, their ancestors settling there so as to protect some of their ancient and fading traditions. This was primarily a farming community that also made fine jewelry and bright textiles characterized by vibrant colors and beautiful geometric patterns. The forest and land provided ample minerals, fibers, and dyes. These Duros practiced arranged marriage, had an involved spiritual life, and were, on the whole, pretty peaceable, prosperous, and happy. They welcomed the archaeologists and ensured they were provided for during their stay.

The best of the guides offered to the team was a gentle, soft spoken, young woman named Liiju whose family was quite well respected. She often wandered the mountain, having grown up running and playing in the jungle trees and streams, finding it a ready teacher to help her navigate her own personal challenges and thoughts. And of those, she had many. While she really loved her family and home, the primary thing she was unfortunately gossiped about around town for was that she'd so far refused every marriage match her parents had tried. So she was getting towards middle age, yet was the only one her age still unmarried, no eggs, etc., and it had left her a bit socially adrift.

Liiju could never really explain why she would refuse all her suitors. Every person she was asked to consider was often very kind to her. It just... didn't feel right... and she would always find a way to gently shut it down.

Her family was getting really concerned, however. They'd even started considering proposals from outsiders at this point. Though if she married outside the village, she’d most likely leave (something they would all grieve,) they wanted their daughter cared for with children of her own as she got older. Liiju had tried her hand at several other possible roles around the village, but none of it seemed to stick; she really only excelled at wandering in nature, and this wasn't exactly a skill in demand.

Still, it was useful for this rare team of archaeologist visitors. And one of them, a human named Maro, took a shine to Liiju right away as they worked. She seemed so curious about the outside world and what he did, intelligent and interested. He told her about his life with the academic community back on Coruscant, she told him of her life here, and a little spark of interest lit in him. He liked how her slender hands fluttered when talking about the movements of the seasons and animals there, how her red eyes were always squinting with a smile when she’d watch the sky. Indeed, when she went back home each night to eat with her family, Maro would find himself a little disappointed she didn't stay. He was even more disappointed when she mentioned off-hand that an outsider was going to be showing up at the village the next day, one that she was supposed to make yet another good-faith effort to get engaged to. Still, he could only offer words of support—these were her people’s traditions, and them and her family had been there for her far before he’d been. His consolation was that she would probably find a way to say no to this new guy too at the end of the day. Excited about it… she was not. Truly, there was a flash of sadness in her when she spoke of a future settled down and married and laying eggs... like she’d lose something she didn’t know how to quite pin down, let alone get back.

The next morning, the archaeologists were in the town square eating breakfast at an outside table, waiting for the weekly merchant ship to arrive—the team often traded with them for supplies the village itself couldn’t create. Maro had been also told this ship would further be carrying Liiju's new potential fiance from the continent's capital city. Indeed, she sat with them on the bench, quietly waiting to observe what her future might hold from a distance so it couldn’t catch scent of her before she wanted it to. And on schedule, it appeared on the dawn's horizon. Slowly, as the light spread, the transport settled down at the village's entrance. Liiju’s mother and father were first in line in their finery to patter up and greet the ship.

But who would step out into the humid morning behind the merchants?

None other than Cad Bane my friends, dressed nice and neat.

The archaeologists sat and stared as their breakfast slowly dropped from their hands. Their furtive glances to each other said: "Uh. Hey. Is that who we KRIFFING think it is...?"

Liiju just sighed, oblivious to this, muttering, "My folks are considering older men too now I see."

And Maro merely sat there and vibrated, eyes wide and grimacing.

Still, Bane was being very chill. Oddly chill. Though he conducted himself stiffly, he did all the right motions with the villagers, speaking quietly, direct with answers, delivering the right honorary words and gestures at the right times—easily maneuvering his way past initial concerns about outsider disrespect. The parents invited him quickly and with open arms back to their home, because this guy absolutely had the dowry money, and wasn’t he a nice gentleman, and in their glances to each other, they said: please, please let our child consent to even meeting this one. We are at the end of our rope here.

The archaeologists just turned to Liiju and said they all needed to return to the jungle. Now. Confused, she went. But their voices were all so strained and quick and quiet. It was only when they were safely to the ruins and out of earshot from all else that they finally began to speak openly—and it was mostly to shout panic at one another. They were too remote for their long-distance communicators to work, so they couldn’t call out to the Republic and announce they had eyes on one of the most wanted men in the galaxy drinking a welcoming tea in a pleasant little hut. They couldn’t fight; they'd get obliterated. They couldn't even reveal themselves; being Republic, wouldn't Bane easily just decide to bump them off so they couldn't squeal about where he was showing up these days? What if he was there for the artifacts as well; couldn't he capture and torture them to learn about his objective?

There was really only one thing they were certain about: they couldn’t let this young woman get mixed up go home yet. Who knew what in the galaxy his plans for her were?

To which Liiju was like, uh. So. What's the big deal? He was just some outsider with money. Those came around all the time.

Of course, when they explained who he was, she started to freak out exactly the same. Her people were well removed from the war, but apparently this was of course a violent mercenary showing up and pretending to be just a lonesome businessman. He was in her house. With her parents. Her whole family! Would they be held hostage over something?

Speaking of which, her parents were blowing up her transmitter like, "Dear, it’s getting late, you better get home and join us for dinner and talk to this nice man! No, we don’t have time to talk about it, he’s right here and you’re being rude! Why won't you give this a chance? He’s richer than anyone who's been by the village in ages, and he’s got the nicest droid helping us with the dishes even???"

Maro, quiet and deep in his feelings, was getting a bit frantic at this point. Finally, he walked up, took her hand, and offered to court her instead so her parents could feel like there were other options.

“Thanks?” was, after two solid minutes of the entire site going silent, was all Liiju could think of to say. He was a kind man. She liked his stories of places out there. But… but marrying him?! They didn’t know each other either! And entirely overwhelmed, shaking, scared, and backed into a lot of corners, she was more intent on just running off into the trees than accepting a proposal from anyone just then.

But she couldn't. Those she loved, and she herself, we’re in danger.

The archaeologists agreed to send someone on foot to the nearest outpost so they could call for backup. But Bane needed to be stalled until help arrived. And Liiju, still stunned and holding Maro’s hand without an answer, volunteered to return like her parents wanted. Why not? If she didn’t, their guest would surely grow suspicious. And it was supposedly her he’d traveled all this long way to see.

It would give her an excuse too to go back into the forest a brief while, to think, to consider Maro’s fierce look and urgent promise.

To possibly grieve her old life.

Maro did not give her that peace entirely: he volunteered to accompany her back to the village perimeter at least so he would be just a call away if she needed help. Liiju wasn't sure what he could do, but she appreciated the gesture, and so, they walked back in silence, him growing awkward and earnest, her trembling and hunched inward.

She went home. She quietly came in through the back door. Her parents and little brothers stood right away and fussed around the table and made a huge deal of announcing her, their beautiful Liiju, home and ready for dinner, hooray! And then there was the lean, looming stranger at the far end of the table. His eyes seemed to gleam like hypnotic stars, his expression respectfully neutral.

And that piercing gaze, Liiju saw that he knew that she knew who he was and why she had stalled arriving, even if her parents didn’t, like he could tear right through her skin and see all her secrets.

Of course, she was still shaking and finding it hard to speak, so maybe he could smell her fear. This realization made her just shake harder, thinking maybe he would resort to threats to get his way if their ignorance was part of his original plan.

But what he did was merely invite her to sit down one on one before dinner to hear him out. He claimed then that if she didn't like his offer, he would leave.

Liiju’s family looked to her a little startled, questioning. But listless, she nodded. It could get her loved ones out of the room and at a safer distance. Though confused, her parents began misreading her nervousness—and so pleased that she was actually making an effort to get to know this match, they shrugged to each other and vamoosed out of their house immediately (save for, obviously, the chaperone droid stationed in the corner.)

Slowly, Liiju settled just across from this invader, taking her seat in the same chair she'd eaten meals at every day since before she could walk.

Bane set down his teacup.

And then, the nice relaxed face he’d been doing that whole time just sort of dropped. It was as if a mellow expression was something he had to actively maintain, his real default was something far more keen, unblinking, and dangerous—a predator born.

Without preamble, he informed her that he would be honest with her, as it would save them both time.

Liiju considered. This man was apparently so dangerous that he had nothing to fear from her, no matter what she knew, but Maro had warned her that he would likely tell all sorts of lies…

No. He… seemed honest, strangely. His words were too sparse and blunt, his hunch too impatient, for elaborate stories.

Yet his first question was this: was there anyone in her village that she had her eye on already? Was she actually open to this talk of matches?

Startled, Liiju stammered she didn’t have any secret suitors of course, nothing so dishonorable, unsure why he was digging at that: but of course, he could tell straightaway that she was lying. And when he pressed again, reminding her not to waste his time, she finally admitted that, well, technically someone did offer to approach her parents for permission to court her that day. Why? Well... just because he was here. Under his gleaming, unblinking interrogation, she suddenly felt like she'd have to say every fact that she'd ever known.

She wasn’t good at lying.

"Ah," was all he said though. "You considering that?"

Liiju thought about the archaeologist, handsome and friendly. She thought about being so scared she couldn't feel her toes and fingers. "Yes," she admitted.

To that, he kind of just scoffed. He asked if she was really considering it, or if it was just fear—if she’d give that other man the time of day if she wasn’t being pressured into this situation.

Liiju considered that too, not knowing why he cared. Still, words shaking, really thinking of what was true and what wasn't deflated some of her rattling tension. It grounded her. And honestly... the answer was no. Sure, she thought the archaeologist was kind of sweet. But she was thinking of that offer like it was a desperate escape hatch, swept up in the adrenaline. That was the only reason it sounded appealing. She didn't really want it.

Bane seemed satisfied by her answers. Then, he then told her that in the galaxy and especially in Duros society, there were many things one couldn't easily access without the pretense of a family. It affected him frequently enough that he realized he would benefit from being accompanied by a spouse to some places, and most of his own kind that he might hire for the role weren’t trustworthy enough or would cost him too much cash for repeat performances. So, he’d decided to find someone willing to just actually create the legal documents and save him the trouble of forgeries to boot.

Here, in these remote places, people didn't know him. There were ample Duros. There was a system of arranged marriages and dowries still in effect. He didn’t have the time to court and woo, nor the inclination, but he did have the money and a liking for efficiency, and so, here they were together.

Well, obviously, that wasn't the most charming proposal in the world. And it was suddenly dawning for Liiju that she could refuse, that he seemed to prize the idea of someone who wouldn't betray him, so she'd need to be willing. Perhaps her life was in no danger after all.

But then he said something that gave her pause: he said he chose to meet her specifically, out of all the Duros in all the cities and villages on this world.

"Why?" she wondered, heart hammering.

Well. She was the only one who'd apparently refused fifteen straight offers. Clearly she was looking for the chance to make a life of her own choosing and not have a husband. After all, that was really what he had to give in exchange: if she took him up on a contract, she could get people off her back, legally say she was married, and then use her status to go anywhere and do anything she wanted as long as he could pick her up now and again for jobs where she’d be useful. Alternatively, she could choose to travel with him a while. Learn new skills. Take lovers when it suited her. Kriff, if she wanted a kid, well, he could give her one, but raising it would be on her (he didn't say if he’d give her an egg via the usual means, or if he’d rustle one up somewhere legally questionable, and she didn't have the nerve to ask. It wasn’t even clear if he was attracted to her physically.)

So, he said. Most wouldn't be interested in that. But what did she think?

Liiju sat there, staring, barely able to swallow. She had no kriffing idea. This wasn't what she expected at all. He wasn't what she expected.

And something inside was suddenly really picking this insane offer over—and it stunned her, but no one had ever sat down, looked her directly in the eye, and simply offered her control of her destiny. Obviously, he got something out of it, but her sacrifices would be unusually easy… and his honesty and clarity seemed so much more prominent than his supposed cruelty as he spoke.

Could she even believe these Republic people fully? Did they really know him, her fellow Duros, or were they blinded by war?

...Or jealousy?

For strangely, he truly seemed to mean every word he shared, and she genuinely sensed that if she did refuse, he would leave her to the same fate she was wrestling with when she woke up that day.

Perhaps even an older man was a little handsome, in the way of a one who’d lived his life with laser purpose and no regret.

Bane slid a teacup across the table to her and cocked his brow, letting her think…

…Also, by the by, he noted, if she would accept, perhaps they could also talk about the Jedi artifacts in these parts that her parents told him about. A nice surprise, that was. And if she’d like to guide him to any, he could give her a split of any profit so she could start her life off comfortably. After all, there was a lot of profit in those old temples...

...I woke up before she said anything more.

But I think I knew what she was going to choose.

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Courting Pursuit

Part 1

Prologue

Alastor X Deer Reader

Warnings ⚠

⚠ (gn) gender neutral reader, mule deer reader, assuming alastor is a marsh deer, flustered alastor, Spanish translated, food mention-not specific, italics= thoughts, mentions of dismemberment ⚠

You had gotten Alastor's attention after that peck on the forehead.

It annoyed him though.

How dare some demon think to kiss him, the frightening Radio Demon, who slaughtered other Overlords to get to the top. He should be feared!

But after that day all you did was give him gentle smiles and what he assumes are compliments in Spanish. He's had to get a dictionary to translate them, not wanting to go to Vaggie every time.

After learning how to properly translate in his radio tower, he's left with a flushed face.

Damn that sleepy eyed deer- He huffs and tosses the book away.

Then he starts to notice more things about you. Mostly because he's trying to figure out a way to get you back for daring to touch him.

You look sleepy, almost all the time.

Noticing how strong you are when you lift one of the couches for Niffty to clean under it. How big your antlers are and how often you have to lower your head in order to enter a room without hitting your antlers on the door frame. Damn Angel for pointing out your big build and chest.

A button has shot out and broken a glass at the bar, the thread having finally snapped from the constant tension.

"Holy shit!", Angel laughed and turned to the white haired demon. "Hey vagina! You owe me a twenty!"

He learned the proper shirt size for you so that it wouldn't happen again.

Then he's noticed that you like to stand near him when given the chance. Sitting on the chair next to him when having dinner with everyone, sometimes following him to the bar, and then watching him cook.

It annoys him.

You still don't fear him.

Another night, another meal to be made and you're watching him cook again. The Radio Demon finally speaks up about your presence in the kitchen.

"If you aren't going to contribute in making the food, then leave.", he glances over his shoulder with a slight glare.

The mule deer stays leaning against the door frame for a second longer before pushing themselves off, walking over while rolling up their sleeves.

"Te ayudaré." (I will help you.)

It is quiet in the kitchen, save for the occasional ask for spices and other ingredients.

You are quite skilled with a knife.

He watches from the corner of his eye as you mince the vegetables.

After everything is done, you get the plates and set them down on the counter before starting to serve some the food one one of them.

"Who are you serving?", he questions.

You don't reply, instead you finish piling food on the plate before offering it to him with the same smile you always show him.

"Eat."

The Radio Demon was confused but took the plate anyway. It was the cook that ate last, it's always been that way.

"I don't really understand why you served me first. The others are in the dining room.", he said.

Before he could put his plate down, you stopped him and gave him a utensil.

"Please, eat. Has trabajado duro, así que come y relájate. Yo serviré.", you flashed another smile and gathered up the other food filled plates, balancing them on your arms as you made your way over to the door. (You have worked hard, so eat and relax. I will serve.)

He stood there as he watched you leave the room, taking a glance at the plate in his hands.

What exactly were you trying to do?

Later in the week, Alastor decided to pay a visit to Rosie and brought some food that you had made after finding out where he was going.

He sat on one of the arm chairs as the woman across from him complimented your food.

"I need advise for a problem."

The black eyed woman lifted a brow.

"You? Now this must be something good. You never ask for advise unless something has really stumped ya.", she said and dabbed the corners of her mouth with a napkin.

"It's about that mule deer I brought with me last time, the hotel guest.", his smile strained slightly. "I don't understand why aren't scared of me like other sinners. Hell, even the Princess knows to be wary of me but the damn demon just smiles at me."

This gets her attention and she sits up a bit straighter.

"Go on.."

"Not only that, they dare to peck me on the forehead.", he looks away. "I hate that they aren't afraid. They sit close to me, compliment me, follow me around sometimes, helped me in the kitchen just a few days ago. Served me a plate even!", he raised a hand up in annoyance. "I've ripped demons apart in front of them but they still act so strangely around me! I don't understand! Why are they so odd!?"

Rosie laughs as she places her elbow on the arm rest, leaning her chin in the palm of her hand, wearing a knowing smile.

"If I didn't know any better, I'd say you're being courted."

Alastor turned to look at his friend.

"A what now?"

You..courting him?

How absurd! Laughable even.

"Hahahaha!", he wiped a tear away. "I didn't think you'd make such a ridiculous joke, ha.."

The woman crossed her arms and stared him down with a look.

"Surely you jest.", he says.

Rosie sighs and stands from her seat. "Dear old friend, what are the ways to court or show interest in a person?"

"Ah..well. You know I've never-", he begins but is cut off.

"The most popular ways to court someone are to give the person of their interest compliments, attention, gifts, acts of service, and often treated in a respectable manner.", she lists off and she walks over to stand next to his chair. "And the oh so famous line of reaching a person's heart is through their stomach.", she says and pokes his mid section. "It sounds a lot like what that big darling deer is doing for you."

Alastor left, not knowing what else to say after his friend laid out the evidence so plainly for him to see. Once he arrived back at the hotel, he noticed the mule deer sleeping in the lobby on one of the couches.

"Everyone else is asleep in their rooms.", Husk spoke up fron the bar.

The spider demon is at the bar drinking a maroon liquid from a martini glass in his hand.

"Why are they..here?", the Radio Demon gestures to you.

"Said something about making sure to welcome you when you got back. I don't know why they'd want to though.", the cat demon serves himself a drink.

"Gentle Giant is real sweet, that's why.", Angel places his cup on the bar counter. "Damn, I'd want some hot demon to welcome me back home.", he says before leaning closer to the bartender. "Oh Husk~"

Husk just rolls his eyes and drinks his alcohol.

"They gotta sleep in their room. The couch is not that comfortable.", Husk mentions.

Not too long later, the two demons at the bar leave to go to their rooms to retire for the night.

Alastor now left with the task of waking you up.

He goes over and places a hand on your shoulder, beginning to shake you slightly.

"Wake up. You have to go to your room.", he says.

You slowly blink your eyes open and stare at him for a second. Then that soft dopey smile forms on your face.

"Bienvenido de nuevo.", you mumbled out. (Welcome back.)

". . . . . . . . ."

Shit.

He made sure you didn't hit anything on your way back to your room. Immediately walking away after your door closes to think over a few things.

Fun fact: Female deer can also have antlers but it is very rare and only occurs when there is a hormonal imbalance of testosterone/regulation issues.

~Seline, the person.

Part 2

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Hi, can I request yandere platonic king Jeahaerys and Yandere platonic Queen Alysanne with their Yandere children x adopted gender neutral, reader headcanons and can you make one or more of the children be a romantic Yandere towards reader for example Bealon Alyssa or Aemon. ❤️❤️❤️❤️😊🥰

° | !English is not my first language!Sorry..| ° | This is a yandere work and may contain triggering behavior. I'm not in favor of that in real life. |

Rumores se espalharam rapidamente pela corte quando a Rainha Alysanne retornou de mais uma de suas muitas viagens a Pedra do Dragão com uma criança desconhecida agarrada firmemente ao seu quadril e o Príncipe Aemon não muito atrás de sua mãe, sorrindo de orelha a orelha e Baelon também sorrindo.

A rainha não parecia ter qualquer intenção de explicar sobre a criança, quem eram seus pais ou como a criança foi parar sob seus cuidados.

Muitos achavam que ela estava delirando porque estava imersa na tristeza pela morte da princesinha Daenerys, que havia ocorrido no começo do ano.

Assim que o assunto chegou aos ouvidos do rei, ele prontamente exigiu a presença da rainha e da criança desconhecida na sala do trono.

Os olhos de Jaehaerys eram duros e severos, sentado majestosamente sob o trono de espadas, ele franziu os lábios enquanto os guardas anunciavam a chegada da rainha. Ele já tinha um discurso pronto em sua mente e com as palavras na ponta da língua, palavras que morreram no momento em que Alysanne apresentou a criança como se fosse dela, sabendo que seu marido ficaria encantado assim como ela. E o rei ficou realmente atordoado pela magnitude da criança, que não tinha um traço de sangue valeriano em suas veias, mas despertou seus sentidos paternos com força avassaladora.

Depois desse pequeno encontro, Jaehaerys não parecia mais motivado a mandar a criança embora ou a entreter esses pensamentos e ilusões na cabeça de sua irmã-esposa. Antes mesmo de perceber, ele próprio já estava imerso em ilusões e pensamentos irracionais, o que não era de seu caráter.

Num piscar de olhos, a criança até então desconhecida aos olhos das cortes ganhou o nome Targaryen e todas as vantagens e títulos que acompanhavam o nome. O título real foi concedido pelo próprio rei e a rainha apoiou firmemente a decisão.

Alysanne e Jaehaerys rapidamente se autodenominaram seus pais, ambos o encorajando fervorosamente a chamá-los de mãe e pai e a desfrutar livremente de seus direitos.

E se você fizesse algo errado, você receberia apenas uma repreensão gentil de Jaehaerys e um sorriso gentil de Alysanne e uma ordem calma para não fazer isso de novo.

Aemon te amava com todo seu fervor, ele era muito jovem para entender completamente o que tinha acontecido com sua irmã mais velha, mas ele sabia que ela não voltaria mais para brincar com ele ou fazer seus truques. Mas no momento em que sua mãe te trouxe para casa e te disse que você era seu novo irmãozinho, Aemon apenas sorriu feliz e assentiu entusiasticamente.

Ele estava feliz além da razão, animado por ser um irmão mais velho agora, levando muito a sério as palavras de seu pai de que ele deveria protegê-lo, que mantê-lo seguro era sua principal responsabilidade acima de sua posição como herdeiro.

Baelon Targaryen estava igualmente feliz, ele não era o irmão mais velho, mas ele certamente o protege o máximo que pode, tornando-se sua segunda sombra, sempre feliz e animado para ter sua atenção. Com os muitos deveres de Aemon, Baelon teve prazer e grande felicidade em passar mais tempo com você, sempre se gabando desse fato para seu irmão mais velho.

ambos mantiveram sua promessa, ambos seguindo você de perto com fervor e dedicação como se fossem seus guardas pessoais. Eles frequentemente criavam discussões para ver qual deles o seguiria naquele dia, mas eles uniam forças quando tinham que remover alguém que não consideravam digno de sua presença.

Alysanne encorajou seu comportamento, ainda muito alerta e cuidadosa desde a trágica morte de Daenerys, ela sabia que não seria capaz de lidar se algo acontecesse com mais algum de seus filhos, especialmente com você, seu filho mais amado.

Jaehaerys simplesmente fez vista grossa ao comportamento de seus filhos mais velhos, ficando irritado apenas quando Aemon se recusou a ficar longe, mesmo sabendo que era hora do rei aproveitar sua companhia ou que Baelon estava insistindo que ele deveria passar mais tempo com você.

Jaehaerys foi inflexível sobre esse assunto, exigindo que Aemon e Baelon saíssem para que ele pudesse ter um momento a sós com você. O que acontecia frequentemente, sempre que o rei finalmente estava livre de seus deveres, ele exigia sua presença sem se importar se você estava ocupado ou não.

"Você pode fazer isso outra hora, agora faça um favor a si mesmo e leia em voz alta doze páginas do livro para seu pai, meu filho."

Vamos encarar, Jaehaerys simplesmente inventará desculpas para chamar sua atenção de volta para ele. Algo que causou muita discórdia entre o rei e a rainha.

Um pai completamente orgulhoso, sempre estimulando a curiosidade e o desejo de ler, exigindo ser o primeiro a saber quando aprende algo novo. O que lhe renderia um sorriso orgulhoso e um tapinha no pulso.

"Muito bem, meu filho."

Alysanne te ama, isso é uma certeza absoluta. Ela é uma mãe amorosa, superprotetora e orgulhosa de qualquer pequena conquista que você faça. Desenhe um desenho para ela e no dia seguinte. ele estará emoldurado e bem guardado, entregue flores para ela e então os Meistres estarão correndo contra o tempo para encontrar algum método ou poção que possa preservar uma flor para sempre.

E ela provavelmente será aquela que lhe dará seu ovo de dragão. Para a decepção do rei, pois ele queria que ele fosse o único a entregar algo tão especial para você, mas ele estava preso em uma pequena reunião do conselho, como de costume. Dessa forma, os senhores teriam que aturar o mau humor do monarca até as próximas luas.

E se você ficar doente, pelos deuses, é melhor se contentar com uma Alysanne completamente desesperada invadindo seu espaço pessoal a cada segundo, com um Jaehaerys perturbador e excessivamente sério te fazendo beber todo tipo de poções, chás que os meistres recomendam e um Aemon muito preocupado, mas tentando ser forte por você e um Baelon muito nervoso, tentando te entreter e te fazer rir para não ficar deprimido com sua doença.

A nova gravidez da rainha é motivo de comemoração na corte, ainda há um certo medo pela recente morte da princesa Daenerys e todos parecem convencidos de que, quando o bebê nascer, o rei e a rainha vão se livrar de você.

Isso não aconteceu. Alysanne ficou muito brava com esses rumores, ele nunca abandonaria nenhum de seus filhos! Principalmente você! Jaehaerys parece mais controlado por fora, mas por dentro ele está igualmente bravo. Fornecendo um aviso das consequências se essas palavras continuassem a se espalhar.

Ambos lhe garantiram que tudo isso era mentira e continuaram a amá-lo, assim como Aemon e Baelon.

"Eles mentem, meu filho, nada disso é verdade." A rainha e o rei garantiram.

"Você pode me dizer que foi você quem fez isso, eles não escaparam!" Aemon disse seriamente enquanto te abraçava, com Baelon atrapalhando seu próprio abraço.

Alyssa's birth was uneventful, which made everyone breathe a sigh of relief. The girl was healthy and lively, so energetic and so much like the late Princess Daenerys that she brought a bitter taste to Alysanne's mouth..

The princess could be as stubborn as she was lively, it was obvious that you were her favorite brother. Since she began to crawl, Alyssa has followed you with a tireless dedication that is impressive for a baby.

And when she learned to walk, this became more constant.

The young princess was always by her side, her more adventurous and relaxed side with your company. You were definitely joined at the hip. What was once a trio became an inseparable quartet as Princess Alyssa grew older and was able to accompany her brothers more freely in search of their safety and constant companionship.

An inseparable quartet even as Aemon and Baelon's obligations began to increase and the pressure for Alyssa to become a worthy princess began to take its toll.

Everyone had strict duties and rules to follow. Everyone except you. The king and queen still saw you as a precious baby who should be protected and nothing seemed to change their opinion in that regard.

Shortly after, Aemon was named his father's heir, something everyone already knew would happen in a moment or another.

His elevation to heir did not seem to be a reason for happiness for Prince Aemon as everyone made it seem. Increasingly busy with his obligations, he didn't have time to play freely with you.

Great misfortune for you and great joy for Alyssa and Baelon who, as secondary heirs, did not need so many classes nor so many responsibilities. Having more time to run around the fortress with you by his side, the three of you are always involved in trouble and games

Princess Maegelle's birth occurred shortly afterwards. A kind young woman, even when she was a baby.

Maegelle quickly became attached to you, just like Alyssa when she started to crawl, although her demeanor was softer, Maegelle could be as persistent as her older sister.

What slowly became it became a trio, with you, Baelon and Alyssa, it quickly became a quartet with young Maegelle included. Much to Alyssa's annoyance, she was starting to get the feeling that her little sister was constantly following her around like a little shadow.

Alyssa's way of getting rid of her little sister's constant presence was to pull you to places where Maegelle couldn't. I am not going. A behavior that Queen Alysanne reprimanded, wanting Maegelle to be included in the games.

And shortly afterwards Prince Vaegon was born, so different from young Margelle. The youngest Targaryen prince was indeed quite...sour...

Even as a baby shows constant signs of dissatisfaction with everything around him. And she never cried, he just had a permanent frown on his features and found little to no pleasure in playing with her brothers.

This made him a laughing stock by Alyssa, who didn't seem to like her little brother much, and Baelon agreed.

But you were different, welcoming Vaegon even on his cruelest days. This made the prince quickly cling to you with refuge, he didn't care about the other brothers, he thought he was more mature than them, but Vaegon had no problem acting more childish to get what he wanted.

He took advantage of being excluded by others to gain their empathy and attention. Constantly stealing you from your older brothers.

Much to the indignation of Alyssa and Baelon, who complained about this to their mother, but the good queen just laughed and said that young Vaegon was a baby and needed more attention.

And as already It was usual, shortly afterwards the queen consort had another son and another heir to the crown. A young princess so fragile and delicate that she scared Alysanne at first.

Little princess Daella Targaryen was such a fearful and whiny baby, but also so kind and adorable that she made everyone want to protect her

The Targaryens whined but never spoke, even when she was older. Much to Alysanne's horror, she let it seem that, after you, little Daella was her favorite child

Just like her siblings before her, the Targaryen princess considered you her “lodestar.” Someone she trusted completely and made her shell of shyness lessen. Much to Alysanne's relief, she spent a lot of time with her favorite children.

There was a time without any further additions to the Targaryen family. Something much to the relief of Aemon, Baelon and Alyssa, who now more than ever had to compete with the other equally clingy siblings for their attention..

And for a time, the quartet formed again, much to the king's chagrin.

Now everyone was older and more mature in theory. But never in practice, he still ran through the halls and made the same annoying jokes. But something felt different. As Aemon got older, marriage proposals for the prince began to appear, and even though the prince seemed to have a great affinity with Lady Jocelyn, the idea of getting married and having to abandon childish games with you and the others brothers disturbed him.

And before it was just for Aemon, but the lords, in their greed, also wanted to get their hands on the royal couple's most precious son. You.

Something that was quickly denied by the king and queen. You were still a baby in their eyes!

As a return to the familiar rhythm, a new child was added to the family. Saera Targaryen was a healthy and spirited girl. She was so brave and intelligent, but also so stubborn and tempestuous that she overshadowed her qualities.

Saera was a fierce and stubborn young woman who liked attention and became moody whenever she didn't receive any. She reached out to you. She demanded a lot of your attention and love.

Becoming cheerful at any compliment from her and sullen when attention was diverted from her.

She didn't exactly run after you like the other brothers. She demanded her presence. Why were you paying attention to Daella and not her?

If his attention was directed to another brother, he would make Saera that brother's enemy. Mainly, Princess Daella.

Saera couldn't stand her younger sister's constant crying. She was weak, not delicate. Just weak.

And shortly afterwards Prince Aemon's engagement is announced, much to the Targaryen's despair. The Targaryen thought Lady Jocelyn was a lovely young woman, but marrying her? No way. He couldn't love a woman when his heart was slowly turning more and more towards you.

It was a hard blow, he protested and tried to persuade his father. He even begged his mother. But nothing helped.

And that was the beginning of the end of the golden days..

[hwangrfrnd]

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ー♡̵ pairing. dilf!chris x female!reader ー♡̵ género y warnings. fluff, smut, vainilla ー♡̵ autora original. @leeknow-thoughts — once again I want to thank you for allowing me to translate and publish your work so I can share it with more Spanish-speaking people 🫶🏻 ー♡̵ wc. 0.4 K

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DILF!CHRIS, que tiene dos hijas gemelas de una relación pasada

DILF!CHRIS, que era un padre adolescente y ahora tiene veintitantos años

DILF!CHRIS, quien es copropietario de una de las compañías de entretenimiento más famosas del mundo, Stray Entertainment

DILF!CHRIS, que lucha con ser padre y trabajar, decide que necesita desesperadamente una niñera que viva con él

DILF!CHRIS, que te contrata para cuidar a sus niñas a tiempo completo, permitiéndote mudarte con su familia

DILF!CHRIS, que te paga más que bien, te da al menos 2,500 dólares a la semana solo por cuidar a sus dulces niñas

DILF!CHRIS, que termina enamorándose de ti con bastante facilidad

DILF!CHRIS, que no puede evitarlo cuando usas un par de mom jeans y una linda camiseta sin mangas

DILF!CHRIS, que te mira fijamente los pechos cuando te agachas para agarrar cosas

DILF!CHRIS, que se queda despierto hasta tarde solo para poder verte en tu pequeño pijama después de ducharte

DILF!CHRIS, que se pone duro cuando piensa en ti teniendo un bebé, más específicamente su bebé

DILF!CHRIS, que te escucha masturbarte y gemir su nombre

DILF!CHRIS, que irrumpe inmediatamente en tu habitación, su polla gorda tensándose en sus pantalones deportivos cuando te ve ágil en la cama, con tu lindo coño en exhibición solo para él

DILF! CHRIS, quien cría tu coño esa noche, follándote toda la noche

DILF!CHRIS, quien propone matrimonio cuando ve esas dos tenues líneas rosas en una prueba de embarazo

DILF!CHRIS, quien se casa contigo cuando tienes 7 meses de embarazo de su tercer bebé

DILF!CHRIS, que te folla en el estudio de grabación si se lo pides amablemente

DILF!CHRIS, que llora cuando nace su hijo, completamente enamorado del hecho de que podrá volver a ser padre

DILF!CHRIS, que se pone tan duro al ver tu cuerpo regordete de mami, tus tetas gordas, tus estrías y esa cicatriz de cesárea

DILF!CHRIS, que presume de lo sexy que eres ante sus mejores amigos

DILF!CHRIS, que te come el coño suavemente después de largos días

DILF!CHRIS, que tan pronto como sus hijos se duermen te lleva a la cama para poder llenarte con su polla

DILF!CHRIS, que no puede resistirse a correrse dentro de ti

DILF!CHRIS, que está obsesionado con ver el bulto de su polla en tu estómago

DILF!CHRIS, que no puede evitar follar un bebé más dentro de ti

DILF!CHRIS, quién no esperaba que te dejara embarazada de gemelos

DILF!CHRIS, que cada día se enamora más y más de ti

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seeing you tonight, it's a bad ideia, right? enzo vogrincic x fem!reader.

fem!reader, enzo vogrincic x reader, smut!

cw: +18!!!! briga, discussão, hate-sex, dirty talking, man-handling. palavrão!!!

sinopse: "Enzo e a sn são amigos com benefícios escondido do elenco. Em uma das resenhas com o pessoal, ela descobre que o Santi sabe falar português e fica super empolgada, por ter com quem falar em pt, já que tá longe da família e amgs do br. Eles acabam ficando ainda mais amiguinhos e passando mais tempo juntos. Enzo começa a ficar incomodado com a aproximação dos dois, se sentindo excluído por ver vcs conversarem muito em pt e com piadinhas internas. Alguém do elenco percebe que o Enzo gosta da Sn e tá com crise de ciúmes. Ela de alguma forma descobre sobre o Enzo e entende pq ele tá sendo babaca com ela nos últimos dias. Ela fica irritada com isso ja que a ideia do friends with benefits veio dele, eles brigam feio mas depois se acertam na cama, com ele pedindo pra ela falar baixaria em pt pra ele. O desenrolar desse lance deles e o final, deixo com vc."

wn: um request anonimo! espero que você goste. obrigada <3

"eu não estou dando para o santi, enzo! pelo amor de deus!" vociferou, jogando um travesseiro bem na cara do uruguaio. sua vontade era dar-lhe um murro bem certeiro pela forma ridícula que ele falara consigo, te acusando de ser uma puta. mas se conteve. daria muito trabalho para o time de maquiagem.

enzo segurou o travesseiro a tempo, depositando-o de volta na cama. cada um de vocês estava em uma ponta, se encarando, os dois com uma raiva totalmente incomum para o relacionamento que vinham construindo. eram amigos, sim. transavam, sim. mas para além disso, se divertiam muito juntos. aquele quarto era palco de risos e gemidos.

te magoava um pouco que provavelmente acabariam daquela forma. mas o idiota estava sendo ele - descumprindo uma regra que ele mesmo havia imposto.

"não está? então porque andam sempre juntinhos agora, hm?" enzo parecia um homem louco. o cabelo estava bagunçado, a roupa também. o olhar que trazia era duro e levemente decepcionado. como se fosse culpa sua. típico. você não aguentou. explodiu de uma vez, colocando a bolsa no ombro e rumando para a porta. "está indo para onde?"

"sentar no pau do santiago, fazer uma sex-tape e te enviar. eu não estava dando não, mas agora eu vou dar pra qualquer um que queira me comer!" infantil e sabia bem, mas estava de saco cheio. não só pela acusação, mas pela situação como um todo. estava apaixonada por enzo e não aguentava mais fingir que aquela amizade era positiva para si.

"que madura!" ele riu, com escárnio. mas não te seguiu. permaneceu parado do lado da cama, vendo você se movimentar.

aquele comentário te fez virar o corpo. caminhou até ele, apontando o dedo para aquele rosto que tanto te fez sorrir. que te disse coisas lindas, que compartilhou contigo momentos incríveis dentro e fora daquele quarto.

"quer falar de maturidade, enzo?" as lágrimas finalmente caíram de seus olhos. "maturidade é admitir que você está se mordendo de ciúme. que me quer pra além desse combinado ridículo que você propôs." falava baixo, a voz quase um sussurro saindo da sua boca.

"eu propus, mas você concordou! não se faça de louca." a voz dele permaneceu no mesmo tom que a sua, grave e perigosa.

antes que tivesse tempo de responder ou até mesmo reagir, enzo encurtou a distância entre vocês e tomou seus lábios em um beijo.

não foi um beijo romântico ou gentil - era cheio de dentes, de mordidas no lábio inferior. as línguas travavam quase que uma batalha árdua pela dominância. você segurava os cabelos dele pela nuca, puxando com agressividade. ele apertava seus braços com toda força que você agradeceu por estar frio e ter que usar mangas longas diariamente.

"quer um amiguinho pra falar português, é?" com a frase, ele te virou e jogou seu corpo com tudo na cama. apesar do tecido macio te esperar, a brutalidade com que foi jogada arrancou um gemido sutil dos seus lábios. "fala português comigo então, sua puta." você permaneceu em silêncio, vendo quase passiva ele retirar sua calça e sua blusa.

"eu mandei falar." ele ordenou, quase, te segurando pelos braços novamente e chacoalhando seu corpo. aproveitou para te arrancar o sutiã e a calcinha, te deixando exposta e nua nos lençóis.

"você não manda em porra nenhuma, enzo." reagiu, finalmente, respondendo em português enquanto empurrava com tapas as mãos do uruguaio. ergueu-se da cama, tirando a blusa dele com raiva, quase rasgando o tecido fino no meio do caminho.

no que ele ia te responder, beijou-o com violência, mordendo os lábios com força a fim de machucar mesmo. as mãos foram ávidas para a calça alheia, abrindo o zíper e abaixando com cueca e tudo, as unhas arranhando a coxa masculina.

ele chutou o tecido que se acumulava entre os pés para qualquer lugar, jogando o corpo para cima do seu. foi direto para seus seios fartos, mordendo os mamilos com crueldade só para te ver contrair embaixo dele. "então fala. fala pra mim, putinha. deixa eu te ouvir."

"vou falar pra te xingar, filho da puta. me come tão bem, me fode tão gostoso, e fica com essas crises patéticas de ciúme." sua voz saiu entrecortada por gemidos, grave e rouca.

enquanto ele permanecia lambendo e mordendo seus seios com verocidade, a mão direita deslizou por seu corpo e encontrou sua entrada quentinha e molhada. ele deslizou o dedo indicador pelos seus lábios, te masturbando de levinho.

"não acredito que agora você está sendo gentil. arregaça a porra dessa buceta, enzo." você vociferou, tomando o pênis duro dele nas mãos e encaixando na sua buceta com pouquíssimo cuidado. a cabeça inchada encostou de levinho, arrancando gemidos dos dois.

"que boquinha suja." enzo riu, retirando o dedo longo do seu clítoris apenas o suficiente para que ele entrasse com tudo, gemendo alto quando sentiu seu interior contrair ao redor do pau duro.

começou a meter com força, com crueldade mesmo. voltou o dedo para fazer pressão no seu clitóris inchadinho, sem mexer. você estava a beira da loucura - as estocadas eram intensas e sua buceta ardia, mas o prazer e a tesão eram tantos que não te incomodava.

"isso. me fode. enche minha buceta de porra pra que o próximo que tente entrar saiba que eu tenho dono." não sabia mais direito o que falava, apenas soltando todos os pensamentos que passavam por sua cabeça.

ele gemia, a cabeça angulada com sua boca para que pudesse te ouvir também.

gozaram juntos, ele com um grunhido alto, você com um gemido desesperado. ele tombou em cima do seu corpo, relaxando quase que imediatamente. você não conseguiu se conter e acariciou as costas de enzo com as pontas dos dedos.

"vai parar de ser babaca agora?"

"vou. desculpe."

[echoedcrosshairs]

Play with Fire / Cad Bane ~ part 6

Summary: Cad Bane sets foot in a library looking for information, quickly coming to learn you were more then the average librarian. As a former Bounty Hunter you decide to help out, you’re smart and that’s an asset he could use but that wise mouth has him wondering what use he could use and if it would be worth it (-> Part of the series but not necessary, mostly smut and no plot. Just Bane’s biological clock ticking)

Warning: Smut, PIV, Oral (F receiving), Alien Anatomy, Cad being Cad 😂, Dom/Soft Cad, possessive Bane

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The moment both of you were off Duros, Bane relaxed but that didn't help the physiological urge starting to bubble up from the depths of their containment within his dna. He stalked you where ever you were on the ship as a protective shadow. He scowled knowing he was being overbearing making you eat and sleep even holding you in bed longer to make sure you got the necessary sleep for your mammalian body. Your scent was intoxicating, drowning out most of his facade and rational mind just leaving the reptilian urge to prove he was the best mate for you. Not once did you complain about his erratic behavior nor when he turned up the heat on the ship.

You put the fork down and studied him, the metal click pulling him up from his food to stare at you. Smiling, you put your elbow on the table and rested your hand on your face mesmerized by him, the horizon color of his eyes to the familiar calm sea of his skin. You had no idea how that a man equally as callous and dangerous could be so... you didn't even have a word for it. Beautiful? He leaned back in his chair letting you eye him in his shirt and hat, "Wat ya lookin at?" he asked, "ya need'a eat."

"I could get use to this when it happens," you continued to smiled turning your attention back to your food knowing he'd keep telling you to eat until you finished the plate. He grabbed the empty dishes and put them in the sink, "How long does this last?" you asked staring at the back side him, not bothering to hide the fact you were undressing his lean form with your eyes.

"Dunno, ya bein on Duro changing dings. Finally your smell startin to calm down."

"My smell?" you glared.

"Woman.. ugh, ya fertility change."

"Oh," you blinked, you were aware that being on the planet could cause conception but it was still low you didn't even think of the biological side effects. You're mouth fell open stunned, "Could... everyone smell that?" not many things embarrassed you but this was one of them.

"Maybeh," is all he said.

"That posing the question if I should be here if my 'fertility' hasn't return to incompatible."

Bane shrugged walking over to you, inhaling your scent. Alluring, powerful, and divine, it made him just want to sink his fangs into you. He felt his jaw move but pulled back feeling the tips of teeth barely touch your delicate skin. He pulled away, "Why did you stop?" he heard you ask, "I'll make ya mine soon'nough."

"I'm already yours," you pointed out, "but that didn't answer the question."

"It's ya choice and ya know dat aint what I meant."

"I still don't entirely understand but I am aware I am special to you none the less."

Bane scowled pulling you into his lap as you tried walking pass, his arm wrapped around your hip and his thumb gently caressing your hip the other pouring you another glass of water noticing the faint sweat across your skin, "Drink'it," he said holding it in front if you.

You were tempted not to take it to see what he would do but not wanting to push your luck with him yet. Yet being the key word. Sipping it you let one hand trial across his arm, you felt his face plant itself into your back and the purring begin. "I'm glad you like that." He grumbled but it was short.

"Mr. Bane, I finished the bunk modification you requested," Todo said zooming in.

"Bunk modifications?" You said craning your head to look at him.

He stood up keep you in his arm setting you down infront of him, "Go'look."

You arched an eyebrow but followed after Todo who complaining about not being an structural architect droid the whole way. The once two tier bunk was now sawed up and connected together on the floor making one large bed.

"Whatcha think?" he asked, there was an inflection in this voice of near excitement.

"I think when your cycle is over you are going to hate not having privacy, but I do like it much better then both of us sharing a tiny bunk."

"Der's a floor if I need space," he deflated broodingly noticing Todo had already brought in the trunk.

"It is almost time," Todo said looking you up and down with mild disgust, "Although I do not think she should be here until afterwards there is always next-"

"Leave," Bane growled, Todo tried to reason with him but the moment Bane's shoulders hunch Todo went running.

"Bane..." you said moving towards the wild postured man, you pressed your chest to his back letting one hand trial up his chest landing in the center of his chest, "take me to bed," you whispered feeling him come around with one arm and drag you towards the beds. Your fingers touched the hat reminding him. He grumbled sitting it on the peg on the wall.

"Anythin' else?"

You let your fingers trace his thin frame, "surprise me," you winked climbing into the bed watching him slowly peeling off things humorously making it a show out of it. Until he had nothing but his tooth pick.

"Like whatcha see?" He smirked.

You knew he was being serious as much as he was trying to hide it, you indulged him letting your eyes slowly trialed his form. Bane was perfectly lean, no real defined muscle but there was no denying his strength and ability, perfect even with faint traces of white healed scars here and there. You beckoned him forward with out one finger, letting your hands touch his cool skin trailing up his arms thumbing every scar down to his chest and thighs. Smiling at his silence as you look up into the red eyes peering down at you. You leaned up and took the toothpick from him mouth pulling into a full grin, "You're the best specimen I've ever seen," you watched him go taunt for a second before flicking the toothpick out of your mouth pulling you up further on the bed gripping your ass the whole way kneading it with the tips of his fingers, "I mean that," you said matter of factly cocking your head at him at the sudden stillness, "What?"

Bane looked at you how beautiful you were, "Yer smart 'nuff to know the buttons you're pushing."

Your hands trailed down the front of his perfect form, "You'd be the best mate for," Bane cut off the rest of the sentence with his mouth, "Hush lil lady," he breathed in between kisses.

"Cad Bane, scared of having kids?" you teased, you felt the vibrations of the low growl, "Or is just having grubs with me?" You whimpered when his teeth sank into your shoulder as his hands worked your pants pushing them down. The tip of his digit trialed it's way down to your clit coaxing it to want him as you felt his scent seep into the wound. You pushed down your pants further kicking them off wrapping your bare legs around his. Bane finally pulled off your shoulder, taking his hand off of your to rip the shirt up and off. You sheepishly grinned at him offering the other side and snapping your teeth at him, there wasn't a moment of hesitation from him. You squirmed hearing him moan as you marked him back, "hard'a," he breathed. You tighten your jaw against his neck feeling his tip coat your entrance with his slick before pushing his way in, "kark, woman," he breathed. You lifted your teeth just enough to let your tongue flicked the wound as he slammed into you, you repeated it until you dazed just wrapping your arms around his neck. Your eyes were barely opened as you stared up at him, every inch of your body burning. You released your hold on his legs as he moved up planting his knees next to your ass. Wearily you brought your finger to his mouth looking at the light green ooze on his fangs and swiped it. He stopped staring as you put it in your mouth watching your tongue explore the taste.

"Yer gonna be the death of meh," he mumbled entranced while he picked up the paced with renewed passion.

"Fuck," you groaned feeling his whole weight collide with your hips, you continued to mewl as his mouth ravished your one of breast as the other was kneaded but his fingers letting his forefinger and thumb tug here and there. Praise fell from your mouth gibberishly as he continued his hard pace. Every bump on his rubbed against the spot as he dragged out of you and then rubbed harder against it as he plunged back in. You fluttered around him trying to milk his out of him, "Cad.." you don't know why you referred to him by his first name it just slipped out but faintly you heard the purring start between the groans. You worked your fingers up his side until you were holding the base of his head, he bite down on your nipple and you cried out.

He took his mouth off moving upwards with his tongue until he was on the wound, tasting your life tainted with him. Logically he knew it was a bad idea but he couldn't help bursting in you, every inch of him frenzied by the wanted of you. He continued to work his seed in you listening to his watery thrust as you continued squishing against him coating both of you in your orgasms. "C a d," you screamed arching forward your hands burying themselves in the bed. He blinked as he filled you again. He twitched falling on his elbows shaking, the swell in his cock not subsiding.

"You okay...?" You whispered woozily feeling the twitch.

He rutted in you, " 'ya tell me." The bumps on his cock pushed against your walls feeling every coated ridge he painted. He brought his face to your neck inhaling you, the arousal hanging heavy to your scent. "Smells good," he murmured running his tongue up the front of your throat running it gently across your lips until you opened for him. Letting a little of his mark dripping into your mouth, groaning as he felt your tongue brush over his teeth. His cock twitched in you weeping more priming for around round, "Gehet da feelin we're gonna be here a while."

You let your fingers walk up his chest letting the mischievous glint glow in your eyes, "You better make the soreness worth it," letting your fingers trail to the very prominent bite marks, "For research purposes how much do like like being bit?"

A predatory smile graced his mouth as he offered your mouth a section lower then the initial bite, "Maybeh lil lady if ya nice, I'll let ya know."

You let your tongue trail down the wound to the new spot. Your body was a summer heat wave but his felt like the breeze of an autumn morning, you pulled him down onto your chest as using him to cool yourself as your teeth grazed his skin teasingly. You never in your wildest dreams could  have imagined the physical connection to him even with his cruel, rude and ruthless behavior but it was like a ship and an engine needing each other. Finally biting him, he let out a low small raspy moan bucking into you. One hand held the side of his face while the other wandered across his cool back finding the slightest hint of toned muscle. You heard how you were wet when he pulled out and slammed back in, the wet squelch making you giggle forcing your need for him tighten pulling him back in. Bane pushed all the way in filling you complete and resting himself at the top, gently nudging it with his tip. Your mouth filled green as Bane started fucking you relentlessly gripping the top of the bed as support to keep you from breaking the connection. Your nails dug into his back trying to hold onto him as he slowly fucked you harder enough to start inching you up the bed until your head was nearly pressing into the wall.

Bane's cool fingers interlaced your hair to keep you from hitting the wall. Finally unhinging your jaw from him, he moved his mouth to yours tasting himself. He thrusted one more time stilling his slotted hips against yours, one finger moving to your clit giving it quick circles as his tongue swiped around your mouth.

"Kriff," you panted into his mouth.

Bane pulled back staring down at your half lidded expression and pupils blown wide almost consuming the color of your irises, "Dats it, wantcha to cum," he purred listening to his name fall pleadingly from your lips, "ain'tchu bein a good mate," he said very slowly started moving his hips.

"Cad..." your whole body was flooding heat threatening to rush down as your head started floating into the dizzy clouds. Your hands uncoiled themselves from him as the tension started rushing down, they fell limp lightly clenching the blankets. You looked down at where both of you were joined watching his finger work and his teal cock wetly slid in and out of you. A slightly click noise made you look up, "Watch meh," so you did, admiring the harsh cut of his cheek bones, the finely cut jaw and eyes that put fire rubies to shame. Your chest rose and fell hard and uneven as you didn't break eye contact with him.

He was correct and didn't stop until you convulsed on his cock and squirted all over his hand. He licked up your chest latching into your breast fucking you through your high until he painted your tight perfection with his desire again , "Drat."  He removed himself, tucking himself back inside being letting himself fall for a second next to you, smiling at the blissful expression you were returning him. He got up grabbing the blankets from the trunk throwing them over you, turning the thermostat up just a couple degrees before crawling into bed pulling your back into his chest rubbing his olfactory senses into your neck, "Do ya need anythin," the little reptile part of his brain made him asked as he brought his arm down to your stomach covering it protectively.

"No," you hummed, "Do you like it when I say your first name?"

His hand temporarily moved down to your soaked thighs, "Ya tell me- Yes," he gridded out, his hand moving back your stomach.

"How do your hormones feel?" you asked.

"Still in meh cycle, if dats what ya mean."

"Still?" surprises laced your voice.

"Ya don' know what ya do to me, especially smellin like dis."

"Feared, lonesome, and audacious bounty hunter Cad Bane chasing a mere woman for a month instead of bounties? I can only theorize what I do to that magnificent brain of yours."

"Careful, I hav'a quick reload time on meh blasta," he leered back feeling your laugh through his hand.

You turned over facing him frazzling the Duros for a moment before he returned to an neutral state, "So... no one, for a month?"

"Dats what I said."

You made a small hmm noise bringing your face to his moving to whisper in his ear, "Maybe you should show me that reload time."

Bane carefully pulled off the blankets shoving them to the unused side of the bed, moving himself on top of you letting you look down as he extended his sizable cock. This time how fascinated you looked by him didn't bother him. He growled as your fingers found the ridges of his cock massaging each of them as you watch him twitch. His jaw clamped and his lip curled back exposing his teeth as he felt more blood pool to his cock making the color deeper and him harder, "Gonna keep teasin' me?" he growled.

You spread your legs as far apart as you could pulling his cock towards your entrance, sliding his tip up and down your opening watching his face contort, "I have to admit I was not meaning to tease I was simply testing a theory."

"An' what that be?" he said annoyed.

You pulled him into you, "If you cycle cares more about reproducing or making your mate happy."

He growled, "Could'a asked."

"What's the fun in that?" you poked.

Bane quickly snapped his hip into yours. Each thrust like the release of a blaster, violent, target practice quickly turning into a gun fight with the resolve to be the victor. As rough as he was being every touch of his hands were attentively finding what you liked and where you wanted him to touch you. One of his hands stayed on the side of your head caressing your cheek bone with his thumb the kneading your breast, the way the ridges of his cock rubbed against your pleasure spot drove both of you to the edge as you continued to clamp down on him. The way you moaned his name when you came was enough to cause that infernal purring to start that he could please you so easily. Bane continued to thrust as his warm ropes coated you, reverberating him as some of it pushed out. Bane watched the ecstasy across your face feeling your hips shake around him as he felt a wet sensation cover his abdomen. He felt pleased with himself for such a feat, if your reaction was any indicator it wasn't a common occurrence. He grabbed the blankets pulled it back over the both of you laying his head next to yours keeping himself inside. Your breathing was erratic, he tried to push himself up but you held him to your chest.

"I'm fine," you panted, your head still spinning and your lungs refused to comply with your need for oxygen.

"Woman, if I hurtin you-"

"Cad, you're not. Came-really-hard," you reassured weakly hearing a raspy grunt come from him.

His lip twitch, he wanted to pry himself up and look you over just to make sure but your mammalian warm was to irresistible. His hand stayed at your side as his thumb swiped over your hip as the other helped support his weight off of you. "Ya need to clean up," he groaned mentally calculating how long it's been, "Gehet ov'a with, soona come back to the..."

"Nest?" You suggested, "I'll be back," you said feeling him shift off of you. You reach down grabbing your discarded underwear using them to catch the leak as you waddled over the bathroom. Feeling it leak out, you blinked at how much came out. Bane really enjoyed himself, does he produce more on his cycle? If I asked him to be rougher could he or would his brain be to worried about harming me? Why is his cycle not satisfied? More questions filled your mind as you cleaned up. You forgoed the soaked underwear as you walked out already finding a pile of snacks and water laid out next to him on a tray along with his discarded clothes tucked into the bed. You rolled your eyes at the food and climbed in next to him as he pestered you to eat, he snaked his arm around your waist as you sat up to comply. Munching down assorted fruit and water he finally let you lay back down.

"Why isn't it satisfied?" you asked your hands learned his torso fingers edging towards the opening feeling him tense as you rested there. Bane's face rested at your neck and that was answer enough, "You're not worried?" you asked arching an eyebrow.

"Don' make me fill ya again til ya get some rest."

"That an offer?"

"Rest," he growled, prying himself out of the bed knowing it would be to tempting if he didn't get out, "Gonna heat soak," he said slipping on his pants. With your silence Bane strolled out of the room finding Todo in the kitchen making food.

"Oh good, lunch is almost done Mr. Bane."

"Leave da food outside the room, I'll take it in."

"What if it is cold by then?" Todo countered.

"Go in da room an' I'll fill ya full of holes."

"I take it your hormones have not leveled out?"

"What ya think?" He growled.

"I did try to warn you, Mr. Bane, that having her around this time would cause complications. You do have a bounty."

"Don' think I don' know dat?" He growled, "Spen' month lookin, found her wit 'notha man," he spat, "ain't 'bout to wait make'er mine."

"A couple more days wouldn't have killed you," Todo pointed out.

"Keep yapping, it might kill you," he threatened returning around heading back to the room finding your sleeping form curled up with his shirt in your face. He knew Todo had been right but the tiny warm sliver in his frozen heart had won against the logical choice.

He peeled his pants and climbed back into the bed feeling you stir, "Needa gehet more dis outta my system," he said flipping you onto your stomach bringing your knees up and setting a brutal pace causing you to be a moaning mess into the pillows. Both hands wrapped under you, one playing with your sensitive breast and the other resting on your stomach. He felt you pull yourself help where your back was against his chest your hands falling the back of his head. The position forced him to slow down, "Yes?" He asked.

"Can I not enjoy touching you if you're going to make wake up from a rest you ordered?" you asked feeling his thrust slow at the angle, "What's wrong, Cad?" you whispered.

"It's not gettin betta," he admitted stopping his shallow thrust.

"I'll be here until it does," you smiled leaning back down resting your hand on the one he had on your stomach. It was barely noticeable but you  felt his cool skin flush just the faintest amount then wildly bucking into you. His cock was perfectly designed for you, the ridges of him pushing against your walls and rubbing against the perfect spot. "Fark... Cad," you drooled indignantly into the pillow.

"So close," he hissed, watching the jiggle against him. The combined wetness letting him glide tip to base in you, letting his tip kiss the top of you with every stroke. Pulling out he one armed flipped you over, sticking his cock back inside and his face in your neck inhaling the perfection of you for him. Bane's capable fingers dug into your flesh undoubtedly causing bruising as part of the contents of his cycle spilled into you. A mild wave of relief finely graced him. He wrapped his arm around you holding you tight to him as he brought the blankets back over your bodies.

"Did that one help?" You asked noticing the subtle shift in behavior, you felt the Duros nod as his tongue flicked over your neck. Laying their still you felt yourself drifting again, you groan knowing going back to sleep would be so simple. He nudged you back towards the water and assorted snacks, "Shouldn't I get cleaned up first?" Faintly you heard a warning growl. Rolling your eyes you gently pulled him off sitting up grabbing one of the assorted snacks to appease him. Faintly you could see hear Todo's thrusters in the hall way then something metal faintly touch the ground.

"Todo put something thing down in the hall," you said in-between bites, watching him get up and listen at the door for a moment before opening it grabbing the trays off the floor, "Really he couldn't bring them in?"

Watching Bane's face contort into a pointy tooth snarl, "No, you're mine. He doesn't get to see you."

"Possessive of me?" you questioned ignoring the warning signs that taunting him currently was a poor decision as his hand wrapped around your throat, ever so lightly applying pressure.

"Ya' mine," Bane's cool hand relaxing the dull ache starting while is other hand trialled down to where the spark of connection seeped, "Do I needa prove it'gen?" he relaxed seeing it, so full of meh.

"Can't make up your mind cowboy? Rest, eat, clean up, lay down?" you rolled your eyes sarcastically watching the ire fade into amusement as he set the food in front of you motioning towards it. Finishing the fruit, you started picking at the tray of food hearing him grunt about nutrition, "Can we go shower? I feel.. sticky," you said feeling your skin stick together. Bane gave you a small grunt taking the tray and setting it to the side before yelling at the poor droid to stay out of sight. Bane went before you in the hall making sure the droid got the message guiding you towards the decent shower. Embarrassed you felt him running down your leg. You managed to slide into the shower before him as it finally dripped on to the floor. Turning the warm water on you felt his cool presence pressing into your back side running his dexterous fingers down your side slowly crawling there way to your pleasure region burying his face into your neck inhaling your scent. Pressing his finger into you, you reached back grabbing his narrow hips holding him to you melting into his touch, “Are we not suppose to be getting clean?” You pointed out.

“Ya just to tempin for meh,” he grunted pulling his hand away.

You turned around wrapping your arms around his neck, “I wasn’t complaining, Bane,” you kissed his wounds softly feeling him uncomfortably tense up, “Ah,” you said pulling away with a small nod. You took down your arms and started scrubbing yourself as he just watched in silence.

“Dat it?” he asked.

“What?” You stammered looking back at him confused.

“Nuffin,” he said reaching for the soap.

Knocking it out of his hand, “Answer the question,” you commanded.

Bane backed you against the wall of the shower and loomed his tall body over you staring down, “I didn’ say ya had to stop.”

“Your cycle is ending, I am aware you do not like certain things-“ his tongue sliding into your mouth exploring every edge of your teeth, smirking at your loss for words. Slowly he retracted his tongue and moved downwards kneeling before you. Gently he bit your hip before putting himself face first onto your mound, his fingers dug into your thighs as he buried his face between your legs. Tongue pulsing against your clit he felt your weight shift into the wall, his hands shift up to your hips to steady you. Bane tasted himself doubling his effort until you were a moaning mess on his face, “Cad-“ you moaned your hands spreading to hold the side against the wall bracing yourself as your head lawled back into the wall. Bane grabbed you as you slumped forward one arm around your waist as the other one kneaded your plump warm to the touch ass.

“Can’ gehet’nuff of dat,” he mused, “gehet ya back to da nest, maybeh we can practice ya Durese.”

“You just want to see what my mouth is capable of,” you mussed pulling your body back together, “Maybe a real rest first,” you said your body feeling heavy and sluggish.

“Den ya gonna rest.”

“You’re going to rest with me.”

“Bhut-.”

“Bane. You’ve been… busy,” you smiled letting your fingers trial is pointed hip bones towards his opening, “You need to recover too. At least for s bit,” you smiled knowing his biology was going to let you win this, you saw his mouth narrow into a line hearing a faint ‘fine’ reply. You shut off the water taking him in, how the water made his skin even seem more beautiful. “Take time where on Duro, we’re going swimming,” you muttered forcing your eyes off his form, groaning when he twisted his torso barely noticeable to make the light catch the water highlighting him.

“Careful lil lady, push’meh an’ well go now,” he smirked grabbing the towels handing you one watching you wrap it modestly around yourself, “Don’ think ya like the consequences.”

“I still have to decide if you’re a good mate,” you smirked walking towards the bunk room hearing the sound of him grinding his teeth behind you, “Coming?”

“ ‘bout ta be more ways den one,” he hissed stalking you into the room, rest was the one thing on his mind after that.

[sinisterexaggerator]

Maybe one where reader - due to some recent unsuccessful business or other hardships - lost considerable amount of self confidence, hiding in her own bubble, and space cowboy tries to drag her out of the stagnating in his own bastard way? Reader could be friend or romantic interest, it'd be up to you. What do you say?

An Unlikely Muse

Cad Bane x Gen! Reader

Summary: You are an artist whose mind’s been blocked until Cad Bane comes to call.

Warnings: Nudity, implied smut, kissing, lust filled thoughts, and fluff/comfort (in Bane’s own way).

Word count: 3.5k+

Notes: @deepbluespace4 , sorry this took so long to get to. I was inspired to write this based on your ask. ;) I had you and others in mind when writing it, a sort of shoutout to Bane artists, I guess.

“What are ye down in de mouth about?” the Duros asked, his lean build held up by the doorframe of your paltry studio.

The tools of your trade were littered about the room, everything having its place in the wake of organized chaos. You sat with your back against him, toiling over a blank canvas, your mind obstructed from accessing the breadth of your normally overactive imagination. You found your creativity to be lacking, and your mood had taken a turn for the worse.

This was becoming a repeat scenario, you with your brushes and paints laid out before you, yet nothing to show for it. You jumped, startled by your lover’s voice, not bothering to wonder how it was he had found his way inside your home.

“Stop creeping up on me like that,” you warned, though you lacked conviction. The bounty hunter smirked, one corner of his mouth twitching upward as he stepped further inside the room.

“Ain’t creepin’. Was in de neighborhood.”

Cad Bane was not a man to be told what to do, yet he tolerated you for some strange reason. Oddly enough, he had commissioned you for a portrait that now hung in Maz’s castle on Takodana, or so you had heard, as you had never stepped foot on the remote planet to see for yourself.

The gungslinger had received your name based on someone’s recommendation, yet he had not bothered to elaborate. You were left guessing who had dispatched Cad Bane to your doorstep.

Regardless, the Duros had provided you with a distinguished holo of a Weequay pirate, mentioning something about his hatching day, and he had been quite satisfied with the result.  Afterward, you bargained with him. Instead of credits, you solicited him for something a bit irregular, having caught him perusing your body with those stark red eyes.

What was the worst that could happen? You were sure he held an attraction for you.

At first he made it clear that he thought you were “pulling his leg,” as the saying goes, yet you were dead set on bedding the Duros if he allowed – not only was he excruciatingly attractive, but his reputation proceeded him. You wanted bragging rights, as childish as that may have seemed at the time, and it was evident the thought had already crossed his mind.

Honestly, you were shocked by your own gall, blaming it on those hypnotizing, gleaming jewels that permeated you down to your core with every glance.

“Let me get dhis straight—” he had begun, “—ye wanna fuck me in exchange fer paintin’ dhat dhere portrait.”

“Yes,” you had answered plainly, remembering the merc had cocked his brow at you.

“Fine, saves me money in de long run,” had been his only reply, though it was enough to leave you satisfied.

It was an evening you would not soon forget, etched into your memory as if your mind was composed of black-bark wood, and Bane was the chisel used to shape and mold you to his liking.

Apparently, the bounty hunter was particular with whom he spent his time with. At some point, he had decided he rather favored you (for reasons unknown), and to your surprise he often came to call. You had grown fond of his intermittent visits, and never dared turn him away, even when you were feeling disheartened and depressed; you were currently a victim of the dreaded Artist’s block.

“I’m sorry, I’m just a bit out of sorts,” you admitted, turning on your stool to face him. He was a sight to behold, not once growing tired of admiring his slender physique.

“Cahn tell dhat by lookin’,” he commented offhand, Bane not one to sugarcoat things, even at the detriment of your feelings. He strode forward, the sound of his aged leather boots echoing across the floor with every footfall.

You watched, enthralled, eyes traveling upward in increments. Your gaze started at his feet only to end up at his face after you had taken in every nuance of his gruff demeanor; the Duros was capable of instantaneously stealing your breath away without so much as lifting one of his blue fingers.

You had it bad; you pondered on how obvious it might be.

“Agreeing with me isn’t helping matters,” you managed, having long since stopped being intimidated by him. Though he was a lethal weapon in his own right, your name was not among those on his shitlist; you thanked your lucky stars.

“What seems te be de problem,” he questioned, one tightly gloved hand casually placing itself on the outside of his jutting hip. The hunter’s weight shifted to his right side as he peered at you indifferently; you wondered if he truly cared, or if he was attempting to be cordial.

You were silent for a moment, studying his pose, soaking up the grandeur of this formidable being that was no doubt pretending to be concerned. Still, even if it was all for show, it warmed your heart and prompted you to confide in him; your plight was not life or death, but it felt that way to you.

“I’m not inspired to create anything, and have not been for quite some time,” you confessed, twirling your dry flat brush between two fingers. The quizzical look he gave you compelled you to set it down, feeling silently judged by his never-ending scrutiny.

“Dhat all?” he asked with nonchalance. Perhaps you were the one judging him, never knowing beyond a shadow of a doubt what was going on inside that oversized noggin of his; you could only guess.

Bane circled around you, strolling unhurriedly toward a viewport that would give him a decent vantage of the world outside, this one full of airspeeders and street merchants. You swiveled in your chair to watch him, the Duros adjusting his hat between two knobby digits, relocating it to a more favorable position. Then, he drew your curtain shut, finally turning, and now sporting an expression of a more serious variety. “Reckon Ah could help ye out."

Suddenly, the gloves came off, one at a time; Bane’s motions were slow and methodical, his movements comprised of simplistic actions that demanded you swallow down an inordinate amount of spit. He tossed the pair of them arbitrarily onto your cluttered desk, followed by his wide-brimmed bolero.

“You-you can?” you asked, heart aflutter behind a wall of flesh and bone; it was the only thing preventing its escape.

“’Member dhat time ye said ye wanted me te model fer ye?” His inquiry stopped there, knowing you would not need anything more in the way of an explanation, Bane’s now bare, indigo-colored hands rising to dislocate his breathing tubes. The sound of pressure being released behind a locked tight valve lasted but for a moment, the Duros shucking off the cap that covered the full expanse of his bald head; you were left gawking at his sharp and angular features, fighting to keep your excitement at bay.

“I do,” you whispered, setting your hands in your lap. They itched to not only reach out and touch the man, but to take up your instruments. He had barely started to undress and already you were dying to record every minutia of his form in excessive detail.

“Maybe now’s de time,” he proffered, his tone lackadaisical, as if this weren’t the single most exhilarating thing to have happened to you in all your days. Then, the coat was gone, thrown over an armchair you had picked up secondhand from an estate sale, observing dutifully as he began to unfasten the no-fight holsters buckled about his waist.

It felt as if your veins were conduits for electricity instead of blood. You sucked in a breath and held it, trying to force yourself into a latent state of calm before responding; you did not want to make him second guess himself by being too overtly enthusiastic. “I would love to, Cad.”

“Good,” he responded flatly, carefully arranging his LL-30s atop his discarded duster, depthless, bloodred eyes locking you in place. He moved to thumb the top of his dense leather tunic; you heard the telltale sound of a zipper crawling slowly down the length of its tread, revealing to you not a bare chest but more armor underneath.

You finally exhaled, realizing you were practically being offered a striptease by none other than one of the most deadly bounty hunters in all the galaxy. You could no longer contain yourself, fumbling to take up a pencil, then scurrying to locate your drawing pad as Bane further disrobed.

Once peeling himself from skintight Nashtah-hide, the Duros kicked his boots off, one heel at a time, letting the top half of his ensemble join the coat and blasters off to the side. Left dressed in only dusky denim, worn leather chaps, and a body glove, you spent this time sharpening graphite against a knife’s edge, catching a glance of the decidedly erotic display only here and there as you tried your best not to cut yourself.

“Shit!” you exclaimed, failing at your endeavor, a bead of crimson forming along a small cut against your thumb. Still, you would not let that stop you; you wiped it off on your already paint-stained jeans.

Bane had just finished husking off his trousers when he sauntered forward; you met his unnerving stare. He took up your hand, then suckled the tip of your thumb like a babe nursing, feeding off another trickle of bright red blood that had wetted your skin, never breaking eye contact.

You felt like you might faint, mouth parting to watch in awe as he drank from you as if he were a vampire; his elongated canines were slightly daunting up close, waiting for the moment when he might bite down.

That moment never came; he released you before your imagination could truly take hold and devour you, much like you wanted him to do.

“Careful, darhlin’, ye need dhat,” he lightly scolded, his own thumb grazing the slit of his thermoguard suit, prying apart the flaps before he tore it into two halves; its fasteners behaved like magnets. Not surprisingly, you found yourself caught somewhere between wanting to act professional and desiring to be the victim of a merciless rutting against your disheveled desk.

Finally, scarred and bruised flesh was revealed to you, dappled in varying hues of blue and green; his job was a dangerous one, Bane subjected to its many risks. Without thinking, you bit your lip, drawing up your pad of rare and expensive flimsiplast to set it in your lap; it was a type specifically manufactured for those who specialized in the visual arts such as yourself, and you could not think of a better time to use it.

“Wait a tick,” the gunslinger exacted, whisking off the remainder of his bodysuit. He stepped out of its legs and kicked it across the floor. Then, he returned his outsized accessory to his head with a haphazard plop, rifling through his own belongings in order to find his smokes.

“Got a light?” he asked.

For several moments you did not move, too enwrapped in the lithe figure of the Duros before you, his sinewy body occupying hardly any space at all. Despite his build, you knew he was powerful, cunning, and adept. And now, he was naked, except for his ostentatious hat.

“Ye-yes,” you stuttered, shuffling paper and its much more resilient cousin, flimsi, all over your workspace in order to find your book of matches. Once acquired, you quickly sparked one against the striking board, holding the flame outstretched as you left your drawing supplies resting atop your legs.

“Much obliged,” Bane volunteered in thanks, bending low to place his cigarra against the tiny fire that had sprung to life. You found yourself unapologetically staring, nearly burning your already injured thumb. You squeaked as you blew it out, the Duros again rising to his full stature. He inhaled a deep drag of hand rolled herbs, relaxing on the exhale, only to tsk and shake his head.

“Suppose yer slow aht learnin’ things,” he dared.

Instead of taking his insult to heart, you found yourself studying the curves of his small rump; they alternated back and forth as he walked away from you, Bane catching you in the act of ogling by the time he had spun around to reface the room.

“Ah’d ask if ye seen somethin’ ye liked, but figur’ Ah already know de answer,” he savagely teased; you watched as his lungs expanded behind his ribs, the bare-assed gunslinger taking another puff off the end of his smoke.

“C'mon—” he urged, finding the most comfortable seat in the house, a highbacked chaise lounge which he now reclined in, the point of one elbow supporting the weight of his head as the hand holding the cigarra wafted dismissively toward nothing in particular, “—draw me like one'na dhose dancin’ Twi’leks.”

With your mouth now fully agape, it took some effort to close. If his genitals were not hidden away, sheathed inside him until such a time they had been coaxed to rouse, you would most assuredly be staring at those, too.

Shamelessly. Predictably.

“Not with you lying down like that,” you said, somehow regaining your power of speech.

In spite of everything, the Duros laughed; it was dry and insipid. He sat up, reconfigured his gangly limbs, then sprawled out on his back. While one leg remained level, the knee of the other protruded upward. He placed one arm behind his neck to sustain this position, still fully aware of his joint in the other as he tilted his head, those hellfire eyes fixating on your ceiling.

“Take it or leave it,” he said.

You took that as your cue.

Not wanting to waste one second, you snatched up your sloppily sharpened pencil. You took a deep breath before you pressed the graphite to the page, clearing your mind of anything and everything that was not Cad Bane.

You started with a basic outline, light lines unfurling across once empty space as your hand moved at a rapacious pace; your art was something that was second nature to you if your mind decided to cooperate. Elementary shapes formed the Duros’ extremities, granting yourself this time to warm-up with a sketch to get back into the swing of things, back bent and eyes shifting to and fro from paper to model who was so eerily quiet now, allowing you to concentrate.

Bane continued to laggardly toke his herbs, a plume of white smoke billowing out of his thin-lipped mouth to fill the area just above his head. He began to tap his foot along the plush cushion of your couch, as if listening to some song only he could hear. Drinking him in - every plane and hollow -  filled you with joy, more so as his likeness divulged itself to your eyes alone by aid of your polished skills.

You roughly filled in the fine intricacies of his face, those you had stored in your memory, as his hat was lower than you wished for it to be, hiding dry, cracked scales and the exact placement of numerous scars; he was none less beautiful in your opinion, and you felt that these little imperfections made him appear all the more rugged and handsome.

The pencil you had chosen was versatile, permitting you to shade the tiny appendages now come to life, so close to the real thing sitting there and breathing as if he had not a care in the universe.

The Duros began to hum; it threw you off guard, so soft and melodic was his voice. Normally acerbic in tone, it was remarkably pleasant; you lowered your implements and set them down, now only bothering to listen.

A few precious moments went by before the man noticed you had stopped your scribbling, Bane turning his head in your direction. When he saw you only gawping at him, the flat space between his eyes stitched. He reached an arm out and put out his cigarra on the end of your caf table; it was transparisteel and would not leave a mark, but ash.

“Finished already, are ye?” he asked, sitting up. You scrabbled to regather your supplies, stuttering as you nearly dropped your pad.

“N-no, I- I was just-”

“Well, let’s see it, dhen.” The man stood, towering, naked, and mildly irritated.

“I was just listening to your-” There was a swagger to his step as he approached, so perfect a specimen to draw as you had ever seen. “-humming,” you surrendered, gazing up at him with a pout written across your visage as plain as the lines now scrawled into the paper he held, having retrieved it from your lap; you waited with bated breath, anticipating some kind of rebuke or snide remark.

Instead, he examined it, no words or sounds passing his tongue to grace your ears. There was only a long stretch of silence, too long, perhaps. You decided to ask him a question if he would be so kind as to answer you.

“What was that song, Cad?”

Without missing a beat, he humored you; his reply wound up being more personal than you had thought, only imagining it to be something he had heard in passing, or a little melody he fancied.

“Don’t remember-” he started off, gaze never wavering from the subject of his interest –- himself. “Life-giver used te sing it te me back when Ah was a grub.”

The idea that Cad Bane had ever been a baby, much less a child, suddenly dawned on you, and what a strange revelation it was. You instantly had the urge to research what a Duros “grub” looked like, but held off to compliment him.

“You have a lovely voice,” you told him, meant to be more than empty flattery. The bounty hunter shifted his gaze, those alluring red eyes once more capturing you in their snare.

He said nothing, pondering your praise, as if deciding whether or not you were being serious or if you had taken to mocking him. Regardless, he returned the drawing to you, boring holes into your head with his unrelenting stare.

“Looks good-” he started, causing a wave of relief to wash over you unexpectedly; you had no idea his approval would mean so much to you, “-fergot te mention Ah charge a thousand creds’ an hour.”

You almost choked on your own saliva, eyes wide as saucers as you could not read him, wondering if this was some kind of cruel joke.

“But, Cad, I don’t have that kind of money!” you vocalized in mild panic. Bane snickered, already having an answer prepared.

“It’s ‘cause instead of takin’ payment, ye ask fer sex,” he stated matter-of-factly, though in your defense you had only done that once.

“No, I don’t! Your case was special,” you whined, wondering what kind of person he must think you to be.

“How special?” he queried, leaning forward to shadow you with his imposing figure and the brim of his large hat.

“I don’t lie with anyone but you,” you meekly explained.

The reptilian creature canted his head. “Lie as in lie-” he made a motion with one hand, flattening his palm to spread out across the open air, pantomiming the surface of a bed, “-or lie as in lie,” he asked, voice deepening to express annoyance.

“Lie as in lie! I haven’t slept with anyone since you’ve been gone,” you conceded, finding yourself to only have eyes for the man before you, perhaps somewhat problematic as you knew he was a free agent and that you possibly meant nothing to him.

“Dhere it is,” he quipped, lifting the corner of your chin up so you were coerced to face him; he had noted your distress. “Mind’s blocked ‘cause ye ain’t been laid in fifty rotations.”

You scoffed, trying to put your thoughts together. You felt it absurd for him to even suggest such a thing, though it was possible what you were truly feeling was embarrassment, or denial. “That’s not- I don’t think- There’s more to it than- Really? – How da-!”

You were cut off with a kiss, a featherlight brush of Bane’s lips to yours. Immediately silenced, you could only muster a tiny moan as your shoulders drooped and your body settled completely in your chair. You relished every second, never wanting it to end. Just as soon as that notion crossed your mind, he broke away, leaving you twitterpated and with an awestruck expression plastered on your face.

“I still want to paint you-” you blurted out, though you had felt a stirring in your loins; truth be told, you wanted both – to commit his likeness to canvas, and to take him to your bed “-that was just a warm-up, I-”

He kissed you again as a means to silence you, cutting off your complaints midsentence. Once you were quiet, he pulled back to address you with a shrug of his shoulder. “Dhen ye best pay up.”

“But I can’t afford t-”

He was already wandering off, having disappeared around the corner toward your bedroom. You made out his voice calling to you from down the hall, sounding distant, but you could hear him loud and clear.

“Might be persuaded te give ye a discount.”

With this gentle prodding, you would be spurred to action; your spark was back, as was your motivation. You would paint a thousand pieces if gifted the chance to paint Bane only once in your whole lifetime.

Presently, he was your unlikely muse, and you were content with that.

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1 and YOU KNOW WHICH PAIRING😜☺️

I’m in a fluffy mood so maybe Auctus realising he’s fallen in love with Duro after he can’t stop doing everything he can possibly think of to get Duro’s pretty eyes focusing on him and him only 😙

“Let me see those eyes.”

You barely recognize the sound of your own voice, raspy and short of breath. 

Duro smiles - that is, the corners of his mouth twitch upward, where they’re stretched around your cock. His eyes are firmly closed, brows drawn together in a mask of pure focus. 

“Please,” you tag on, disregarding how begging will paint you in a light you’ve never seen yourself in.

Duro moans, the sound reverberating around your cock, vibrating through it as he takes you up to your balls. And then those deep brown eyes open as he oh-so-slowly pulls back.

He smirks, his lips barely touching your tip, his mess of a hair-do sticking out in all directions, and his cheeks glowing bright red.

You’ve never seen anything quite so beautiful.

His heavy breathing matches yours as he leans back on his heels, his mouth still brushing against your sensitive skin, eyes still locked onto yours. As cocky as he was before, his stance is now pensive, almost as though he’s waiting for you to guide him, to tell him exactly what to do.

You have ideas. Urges. Many of them. But somehow your cock is not your main concern anymore.

Fuck, a small voice whispers at the back of your mind and you swallow hard. You’re not supposed to fall in love. And especially not with a wild spirit like him.

“Come here,” is all you say, one hand tangling in his hair, the other gently grasping at his jaw.

That smile will be the death of you one day, you think, but cannot bring yourself to care as you lean down to catch a taste of it.

Duro’s lips melt against yours, his tongue pliant but agile as it licks into your mouth and makes you throw all caution to the wind. If he will be your downfall, you will fall without complaint.

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Can I request a Hunter x reader fic where they have a knife throwing contest? (You can choose who wins)

cool request! I'm down!

Decided to do a little flirty thing between a badass female reader and our sexy sargent. Note for everyone that requests me something; if you want speficically a female male or neutral reader do tell me! If not I'll jump to whatever I feel.

Hope you like it!

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"A SHARP SMILE"

TBB REQUESTS –HUNTER/F READER 📩💖🔥

WARNINGS: PUBLIC KNIFE THROWING CONTEST, SEXUAL TENSION&SUGESTIVE (BUT NO SMUT), FLEETING MENTIONS OF ALCOHOL AND A SINGLE FLEETING REFERENCE TO PROSTITUTION.

Hunter carefully watched another round of the knife throwing contest develop in front of his eyes. Cid's Salon had been experiencing a drop in it's sales for quite a few weeks now; and after Tech's comment on how announcing special shows or activities could be an adecuate solution to such a problem, the Trandoshan had oficially inaugurated "Friday's Knife night". Tech had pointed out he had been alluding more to a special drink's discount or karaoke night; but Cid had waved an impatient hand at that, and claimed Ord Mantell didn't catter to the same "Coruscant's sweethearts". Hunter could only agree. The idea of the citizens in Ord Mantell singing a ballad was... Something.

The contestants were good for normal everyday people standards. Most of the knifes always ended up properly stuck to the wood board; though only a few of the participants were skilled enough to hit the borders of the –one round human, another round twi'lek, and so on– black siluete. He could tell who tried just for fun and who had had to use knifes before to defend themselves. None were good enough to match Hunter's seasoned abilities, though; which was the reason why he had comformed himself to remain a silent spectator instead of an active participant.

Almost an hour later, Cid announced the last contest of the night. Hunter studied everyone who payed the fee and wrote their names –and identifications– down on the list; wondering if he should just play in this last chance. There was nothing that ruled him out. He could inscribe himself and win the price; Omega could do with a new set of clothes, as she was outgrowing her current one quite fast. Hunter gulped down the leftover of his drink and patted Echo's shoulder; making his way towards the line.

Upon seing him, Cid rolled her eyes.

"Gonna double that bet, Broody?" she tempted him.

Hunter nodded with a shrug.

"That way I might be able to pay the exagerated fee you'll probably request from us next time" he smiled falsely sweetly, signing his name and turning to walk away towards the wood board.

Cid glanced at you waiting patiently on the line and smirked. Oh, was Broody in for a surprise.

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You silently studied your competition. You needed to repair your bike and you were confident on winning that price. The bet was higher than the rounds before as well; the first place just had your name written on it. Plus, half of the participants were already embriagated at this point of the night. It wouldn't be too difficult, or so you hoped.

There were some new faces and some regulars. Your mind quickly divided the participants into three groups; real competition, like Raak –a duros you have had the bad luck to fight against with more than once in the past–, complete drunk disasters, and strangers you weren't really sure were to place that could be a potencial surprise. Like the male human clad up with heavy looking armour as if he was ready to jump on on an open battlefield anytime now; your eyes quickly detecting a vibroblade hidding in a compartment on his thigh. The guy certainly cut an intimidating figure; broad shoulders and trained muscles moving under his armour. His long hair –pushed back and away from his tattood face with a red bandanna across his forehead– didn't sweeten his looks; he still looked... A spicy kind of dangerous.

The corner of your lips inevitably tugged upwards. You've always had a nick for this kind of men; men who could ruin you but who you quickly put into place.

Right then and there, his eyes flickered over the room; quickly landing on yours, almost as if he could feel your stare.

You arched an eyebrow in half surprise, half amusement, and half defiance. Well, wasn't he some kind of well trained soldier or mercenary perfectly aware of his surroundings... You almost wished he could make you a run for your money; give the night some exciting real competition.

Your perspective on such a handsome attractive man would forever be tainted if he just made a dissapointing mess of his knife throws. Just in case he didn't, you threw him a quiet side smile.

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Hunter's eyes couldn't help but bore into the female stranger; watching without missing a beat how the woman carefully picked up a knife from the table of possibilities offered by Cid. She slowly examined the weapon, turning it around in her hand patiently; studying it's shape and weight while ignoring the muttering and impatient calls from the crowd around them.

She seemed to nod to herself and he took in the way she positioned herself in front of the wood board; stance impecable with her body slightly turned to the right side, fingers gripping the shiny end with just the needed amount of strength. With just that and the way she concentrated on the siluete –not her hand–, and how she retracted her right arm back before quickly throwing her knife forward, Hunter already knew she had done an good job. Still, he couldn't help but feel surprised at the precision with which the knife got stuck to the center of the chest markings on the twi'lek black siluete; and how she swiftly and calmly abandoned her stance as if it was nothing.

For the second time that night, the pretty woman catched his eye and arched her eyebrow towards him; as if she were asking him a silent "there, that's my shot. What about yours?".

Hunter's hand confidently grabbed a sturdier knife from the table and got into position. He was... Intrigued, for now; but he'd show her how it was done.

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You couldn't help but feel a tingle of excitement and arousal at such a sight. The man –you have discovered his name was Hunter, appropiate for the way he moved and watched– is definitely not a dissapointment of any kind. Round after round, he had matched you outstandingly well; all of his knifes hitting the exact center of the targets, not letting you stand ahead of him for a single point. He glances at you each time he finishes a throw now too; indulging in your little game and warming up the blood in your veins. It has been a while since you felt this attracted to someone; more so with him being a total stranger.

When it's the other participants time to throw –Raak following the two of you closely behind– he casually stops besides you; his eyes never leaving the contest in front of you.

"How' you learnt to throw like that?"

His voice is deep and slightly husky. Oh, this couldn't get any better.

You keep your wits together regardless of your thoughts and reply just as nochalant.

"Life has a strange way of throwing shit at you" you answer, arms crossed in front of your chest, eyes on the board. "I prefer to throw my shit back at her".

He glances down at you, and you can't help but smirk quietly. You know it's vague, but you're not about to spill all your secrets. He'll have to work with that.

"What about you?" You ask back, this time letting your eyes drive up to his dark amber ones. "You gonna tell me you know your way around a knife like that just by being a model Ord Mantell citizen?"

He hums non-comitally, eyes boring into yours. You have to force yourself not to fidget at such intensity. He really is something.

"Thought my outfit gave it a way" he humours you.

It pulls a smile on your face. Yeah, he's not giving away unnecessary information to potencially dangerous strangers either. Well, at least he's smart and has a sense of humour; you'll give him that.

"Last round, handsome" you push your luck and teasingly move your very fingertips along his shoulder and down to his arm. He squints his eyes at you and you grin up to him innocently. "Better not get distracted".

Hunter hums and moves to pick up his last knife.

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The man has, once more, impecably hit all of his knifes on each center of the human siluete target. You only have to repeat the same and you'll both split the price; it's not ideal, but you'll have just enough to fix your bike with the savings you've been keeping this past month.

After picking your knife up, you glance at him one last time. Maybe as a way of saying goodbye. If he's a sore looser, or if he simply doesn't want anything else to do with you, this would probably be your last time of enjoying the sight of such a specimen.

You don't expect to see him with his... Daugther, though. It's obvious the way they're related with how the blonde kid looks up at him; chatting up excitedly and the love and admiration she holds for him bright in her wide eyes. He chuckles quietly, slightly bent down towards her, and pats her shoulder affectionately. Behind the girl, three other men have approached the scene too; perhaps equally interested in watching the final wrap up. Perhaps to support Hunter. They're all wearing the same kind of armour; minor alterations, but it's obvious they're a squad of some sort. A family. And they all look at the kid exactly the same way.

You glance at her, and then down at the knife in your hand, a million thoughts speeding through your head. You haven't had the easiest of childhoods. War is all you remember for a big part of your life; your teens spent running away. You had been forced to adapt to the cruel ways of the galaxy very quickly; and with the options being either becoming a prostitute or an assassin, you had made the choice that finished moulding the person you are today. You're not proud; but you're not exactly regretful either. There are a few deaths you always carry in your conscience; but you mostly only accepted the requests you hand-picked yourself, so you've kinda done your part wiping your corner of the galaxy from scum. Not the prettiest of jobs, and certainly not one you would go proudly announcing around; but life's life. You'd like this kid to have an easier one; and by the way her family are head to toes covered in armour, ready to fight ay any given second, you're guessing it hasn't been going exactly that way til this point in time.

You catch Hunter's eyes staring at you. Your heart beats faster inside your chest. Your hand tingles.

You turn towards the target. You calmly position yourself. You take a deep breath; and then, your last knife flies to the target.

Laughs and cheers errupt around you. The blonde kid smiles.

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"Here you go, Broody" grumbles Cid, reluctantly pushing the pile of credits into Hunter's opened hands.

Hunter smirks.

"Bet all against me, huh?" he asks, inevitably happy.

Cid gives him the side eye.

"Well, my pockets would be full if my girl there didn't succumb to your supposedly good looks" she quotes with her hands, then roles her eyes. "I never quite understood the hype for humans anyway".

The Trandoshan walks away, still muttering a hundred of insults and dissapointed comments. Hunter doesn't feel a tad of guiltyness; Cid might not have won the bet, but she had definitely made good money on Tech's idea. The salon had been to the brim, drinks flowing around constantly. She really can't complain.

Hunter leaves the earned credits with his brothers and then turns to scan the lingering crowd. He quickly finds you talking to another participant near the entrance of the Salon. He excuses himself from his family and walks towards you.

You quickly wrap up your conversation with Raak with a forced smile, and once the Duros has reluctantly walked away, you turn to the approaching figure with a honest one.

"Ah, the man of the night" you chirp, roaming your eyes ever him quickly. "Got all those credits in a safe place?

Hunter glances back at Wrecker.

"Don't think anyone's gonna try to steal from him" he answers in good humour, and you nod in agreement.

You've never seen a human that big.

Hunter studies you quietly for a pair of seconds; then tilts his head.

"I admit the knife in the crotch was a good dramatic ending" he comments, then asks genuinely "Why did you let me win?".

You hum and take a look back at his family.

"Kid's cute. She yours?" You directly ask in return.

Hunter smiles.

"Sister" he explains. "More like an adopted daugther, now, though".

You can see the love he holds for her as well in the way he speaks and his features soften.

"Well, I've done some bad things in the past, but I still got a heart" you explain, trying to sound casual. Vulnerability is not often showed in planets like this. "You probably need those credits more than me".

Hunter is surprised; both by your reasoning and the fact that you're admiting it out loud to him. People aren't usually that honest and... considerate here. Or in the majority of places in the galaxy. This... Doesn't really match the idea of this dangerous –though sexy– woman he has in his head. This suddenly makes you more... human.

"What were you going to do with the price?" He asks, curiously.

You shrug.

"Repair my bike. I can usually do it myself, but I can't seem to find the problem this time".

Hunter hums. He doesn't take his eyes off of you.

"One of my brothers knows his way around mechanics pretty well. Maybe he could take a look at it, no need for extra payment."

That's sweet. You nod and smile up at him.

"I'd appreciate it".

You fill yourself with courage and take a tempting step towards him; right hand gently travelling upwards to rest in his chest plate.

"Now, why don't you follow me home for the night, mm? We can take a look at my bike tomorrow. Whatcha say?".

Hunter's turned on just by the fact you have been the one to ask. He has certainly had his fair number of situationships in the past; but he usually always have to be the one to make the first move. This time, however, he seemed to have catched your eye since the start; and you're decided to see this attraction through. He likes that, a woman that is self-assured and knows what she wants. He's happy it's him for this night.

He exchanges a glance with one of his brother's –the one with the headseat and the scomp– and then makes a polite gesture with his hand. He smirks playfully. You already know you'll be having a good time.

"Lead the way, mesh'la".

THE END.

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Wohooo! This spicy little one was so much FUN to write! I hope you all liked it as well, specially the user that requested it.

I'll publish a Tech Mermay long oneshot TODAY AS WELL; and the next one planned will be a Wolffe one.

Stay tunned!

Xx,

Sky.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You only stared back with wide eyes.

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

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

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

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

He sat down on the edge of your bed.

Shit.

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

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

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

You sucked in a breath, “Bane.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Go to your room. Now.”

You let out a shaky breath, “Listen-“

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

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

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

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

He said nothing, scoffing at your hasty proposition.

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

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

“You understand what that entails?” he queried.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Just the way you are - Choi Seungcheol

- Choi Seungcheol x fem!leitora - fluff, angst, smut (mature/18+) -WC: 3,6 mil -AVISOS: traição (não entre você e seungcheol), leitora insegura, leitora plus size, dedilhado, oral (f recebendo)

PT-BR RESUMO | Você nunca esteve dentro dos padrões. Seu peso sempre foi uma insegurança e ouvir seu namorado dizendo que estava te traindo com uma mulher mais magra alimentou isso ainda mais. Seungcheol, cansado de ver você se autodepreciando, faz questão de te mostrar e te fazer entender o quão perfeita você é.  

Notas: é minha primeira vez postando algo tão grande aqui. Sinto que precisava tirar isso da minha mente e do meu bloco de notas. Não revisei muito detalhadamente, então se você encontrar algo errado me avise, por favor. Espero que gostem!

Era mais uma noite de jogos na casa do seu namorado, mas nada saiu como planejado. 

Assim que você entrou na casa dele, você ouve as vozes vindo do quintal. Quando você ia falar algo para fazer sua presença ser reconhecida, você ouve seu namorado falar algo que te faz congelar. 

“Não sei por que ainda estou com ela, Nari é muito melhor de cama e é magra.”

“Sério, não sei como você consegue transar com ela. Só de pensar em fazer algo com alguém gordo me dá nojo. Acho que meu pau nem ficaria duro.” Um dos amigos dele diz, arrancando risadas do grupo.

“Não é tão ruim, ela é apertada e tem uma bunda bonita.”

Ouvir isso foi o suficiente para você acordar do choque e voltar para o carro.

Segurando o choro, você dirige até o apartamento do seu irmão. 

Desde quando vocês eram crianças, Mingyu sempre soube como te acalmar. Seus abraços sempre ajudaram nas noites de choro e hoje não seria diferente. 

Quando a porta se abre, seus olhos estão embaçados por causa do choro, mas você não deixa de perceber que o homem à sua frente não é seu irmão, mas sim Seungcheol, colega de quarto e amigo de infância dele.

"Ei, princesa, o que aconteceu?" Ele pergunta com preocupação enquanto te abraça.

O abraço dele é tão bom quanto o do seu irmão. O sentimento de segurança que ele te trás, faz com que um choro ainda mais forte saia de você.

"Você está machucada?" Cheol te puxa para dentro do apartamento e te carrega para se acomodar no sofá. "Princesa, fale comigo, você está me assustando."

“Onde está o Gyu?” Você pergunta, tentando cessar o choro.

“Ele está no Japão a trabalho, ele não te avisou?”

Com o choque da traição, você se esqueceu que Mingyu não estaria em casa. Não ter o colo dele pra chorar faz as lágrimas grossas voltarem a escorrer pelo seu rosto.

“Me fala o que aconteceu, me deixa te ajudar” Seungcheol implora.

“Jaehyun está me traindo” Você soluça no meio da frase, mas busca forças para continuar falando. “Eu cheguei na casa dele e ouvi ele falando sobre isso com alguns amigos.”

“Filho da puta.” Seungcheol dá um soco na mesa. “Ele estava falando abertamente sobre isso, mesmo sabendo que você estava pra chegar?!” 

Você assente com a cabeça e volta a falar.

“Saber que ele está me traindo é tão doloroso, mas o pouco que eu ouvi… a forma que ele falava sobre mim, sobre o meu corpo, me comparando com a outra, foi mais doloroso ainda.” 

“Eu sempre soube que ele era um babaca, mas te trair, só confirma isso.” Ele volta a te abraçar e beija sua têmpora. “E eu tenho certeza que você é mil vezes mais bonita que ela, ou qualquer outra mulher.”

“Pare de mentir pra mim, você e o Mingyu sempre ficam dizendo essas coisas, mas sabemos que não é verdade.” Você grita em resposta, se afastando dele. “O Jaehyun claramente se cansou de ficar com alguém que está acima do peso e viu nela tudo de bom que não via em mim.”

Conforme você vai falando, o rosto do Seungcheol vai mudando. A raiva que estava estampada até aquele momento, se transforma em descrença, até chegar na dor. A cada palavra que você dizia se menosprezando, parecia que uma faca era enterrada no peito dele.

“Eu não estou mentindo quando digo que você é a mulher mais linda desse mundo. Seu corpo independente do formato ou tamanho é lindo. É perfeito.” Ele volta a te puxar para perto, te abraçando apertado, mas logo se afasta para poder olhar em seus olhos. “Eu queria que por pelo menos um dia você pudesse se ver da forma que eu te vejo.”

“Cheol…”

“Você é perfeita, nunca mais duvide disso.”

Vendo a verdade nos olhos dele, você volta a chorar com força. Você cresceu ouvindo do seu irmão e de Seungcheol o quão boa você era, mas a sociedade não concordava com isso. Você sempre foi tímida, o que por si só já deixava a sua vida mais difícil, mas não ter o corpo considerado padrão, ou algo próximo a isso era o que mais mexia com você.

Quando você começou a namorar Jaehyun, você tinha acabado de começar uma dieta e tinha perdido alguns quilos e estava na sua melhor forma até então. Você finalmente estava sentindo que seus esforços estavam começando a valer a pena.

Apesar de se mostrar confiante, você sempre foi insegura no seu relacionamento. A todo momento você se questionava o que ele tinha visto em você. Porque ele tinha te escolhido quanto tinha tantas opções melhores. 

Ver uma das suas maiores inseguranças se tornando real, foi a confirmação que você precisava, mas toda a certeza que você tinha de que não era boa o suficiente caiu por terra quando viu os olhos e ouviu o que Cheol disse. 

“Obrigada por sempre cuidar de mim, mesmo quando eu não mereço.”

“Eu sempre vou cuidar de você, princesa.” Seungcheol seca as lágrimas que caem pelo seu rosto.

O som do seu celular tocando estoura a bolha de conforto que Cheol construiu. Vocês dois se levantam e vão em direção a sua bolsa pendurada ao lado da porta de entrada e assim que ele vê o nome de Jaehyun na tela, Seungcheol pega o telefone da sua mão e atende. 

“Nunca mais ligue pra ela, nunca mais chegue perto dela, e se eu sequer imaginar que você pensou nela, meus punhos irão encontrar um jeito de acertar a sua cara.” Nem dando tempo para Jaehyun falar alguma coisa, Cheol encerra a ligação. “Bloqueie o número dele, nunca mais fale com ele. Você merece alguém melhor.”

Você sabia que era a melhor coisa a se fazer, mas mesmo assim hesitou. Você sabia que seu relacionamento já tinha acabado, mas isso parecia demais pra você.

“Eu não quero ficar sozinha de novo.” Você murmura, sabendo que ele vai te repreender. “Eu tenho medo de nunca mais encontrar ninguém que me ame.”

Vendo o quão vulnerável você estava, Seungcheol só conseguiu te puxar pra perto dele e te abraçar. 

“Você nunca esteve sozinha, eu sempre estive aqui, e sempre estarei aqui… te amando.”

A sinceridade nas palavras dele te fizeram estremecer. Ouvir Seungcheol te dizer isso, fez você se lembrar de sentimentos que há muito tempo você enterrou no fundo do seu coração. 

Quando Mingyu trouxe Seungcheol para casa pela primeira vez, você achou que ele seria só mais um amigo idiota do seu irmão, mas a constância das visitas passaram a ser quase diarias, e foi inevitável não ver ele como seu herói, assim como você via seu irmão. Com a adolescência, o sentimento de admiração se transformou em algo ainda maior.

Desenvolver sentimentos por Seungcheol foi natural, mas tentar minar eles foi mais natural ainda. Nunca houve esperança de que seus sentimentos fossem retribuídos, então a cada interação, a cada frio na barriga e todas as vezes que ele invadia seus pensamentos, você se forçava a encontrar motivos que confirmassem que ele nunca seria seu. 

Mas agora, ouvindo ele te dizendo que estaria sempre aqui, sempre te amando, fez aquela chama da paixão voltar a queimar novamente. 

“Cheollie, o que você… qual o significado disso?” Sua voz sai quebrada, carregada de nervosismo, mas também há uma ansiedade em saber o real significado das palavras dele.

Te puxando em direção ao sofá novamente, ele aperta a sua mão como forma de conforto.

“Eu não acho que agora seja o melhor momento, nem de longe eu imaginei que iria te contar dos meus sentimentos assim.” Mesmo já estando sentados, ele não largou sua mão. Enquanto falava, ele brincava com seus dedos. “Você sempre foi especial pra mim, mas em algum momento meus sentimentos por você mudaram. Toda vez que eu via você chorar, era como se eu tivesse me machucado também. Dói em mim ouvir você se menosprezar tanto, quando tudo que eu consigo ver é a mulher maravilhosa que você é.

“Cheol…” Você tenta falar alguma coisa, mas não consegue encontrar nenhuma palavra para verbalizar seus sentimentos.

“Você não precisa falar nada, não espero que você sinta o mesmo, só quero que você se ame tanto quanto eu te amo.”

“Mas eu sinto, eu sempre senti.” Você fala rápido, como se estivesse puxando o curativo de um machucado. 

Seungcheol arregala os olhos, não esperando que seus sentimentos fossem retribuídos.

“Desde quando?” 

“Não sei, foi tão natural que não lembro quando tudo mudou. Passei a minha adolescência toda tendo borboletas no estômago toda vez que você interagia comigo, mas não me permitia demonstrar, ou criar qualquer tipo de expectativa.”

“Eu também me sentia nervoso perto de você, ainda me sinto” Ele diz dando um sorriso envergonhado. “Seu irmão não aguenta mais me ouvir falando de você, e agora que eu sei que você sente algo por mim, é capaz que ele me expulse de casa.”

“Eu não acredito que o Gyu sabia.” Você fala chocada com a descoberta.

“Não só sabia, como me prefere como cunhado ao invés daquele babaca.”

Apesar de se sentir extremamente feliz por ter seus retribuído, pensar em começar um novo relacionamento agora é apavorante. Seungcheol sempre observador, consegue perceber que a menção de um relacionamento, mesmo que de forma indireta, te deixou desconfortável, então se apressou para te tranquilizar. 

“Como eu disse antes, agora não é o melhor cenário. Se a gente for tentar algo, eu realmente quero que dê certo, não quero errar com você. Então, acho que é melhor a gente esperar, pensar em tudo que falamos hoje, e quando você se sentir pronta, conversamos de novo e vemos o que vamos fazer.”

“Obrigada Cheollie.” Você abraça ele, tentando falar através do gesto tudo aquilo que você não conseguia por em palavras.

[...]

 Conforme os meses foram passando, menos você pensava em Jaehyun, e mais tempo você passava com Seungcheol. Se antes você vivia na casa de Mingyu, agora você praticamente morava lá.

“Quando você vai começar a pagar o aluguel?” Mingyu se joga ao seu lado no sofá. “Ou começar a ajudar com o mercado?”

“Você fala como se eu não ajudasse com nada. Sua geladeira só tem legumes e verduras porque sou eu quem compra.” Falo enquanto meu personagem morre no video game. “Cheol, você roubou!” 

“A culpa não é minha se você se distrai fácil. E Gyu, pare de falar como se você não amasse ter sua irmã aqui o tempo todo.”

Revirando os olhos para o amigo, Mingyu pega o controle da sua mão e começa uma nova partida. Antes mesmo de você começar a reclamar, ele já começa a dar sua desculpa.

“Vai ser só essa, o Wonwoo está chegando pra me buscar.” Não demora muito para o celular dele apitar e ele largar o controle no seu colo. “Bom, não me esperem acordados, não volto pra casa hoje, juízo vocês dois.”

Mal dando tempo para vocês responderem, ele sai apressado pela porta.

Depois de várias rodadas vendo o seu personagem morrer, seu lado da tela brilha com um grande e dourado ‘WIN’. Com a empolgação, você começa a pular no sofá, comemorando sua primeira vitória da noite.

Seungcheol, apesar de odiar perder, adorava te ver feliz. 

Foi uma surpresa pra ele quando você subiu no colo dele e selou seus lábios. Assim que você se deu conta do que estava fazendo, você se afasta com o rosto vermelho por causa da vergonha. 

Antes mesmo de você tentar sair do colo dele, Seungcheol te puxa delicadamente, buscando seus lábios novamente. 

Mesmo sendo delicado, Cheol faz questão de mostrar o quanto ele está necessitado, aprofundando o beijo. Não demorou para ele usar a língua pedindo passagem para explorar sua boca.

Quando você estava começando a aproveitar o beijo, o pensamento de você estar em cima dele pisca em sua mente. Com receio de estar pesada demais, você para o beijo abruptamente, tentando se levantar.

“Querida?” Ele te puxa novamente.

“Não… Eu sou muito pesada” Você usa um tom baixo, enquanto tenta se sentar novamente no sofá.

“Baby, achei que já tínhamos conversado sobre isso.” Ele te repreende. “Seu corpo é perfeito, você é perfeita. Eu vou repetir isso quantas vezes for preciso para que você enxergue isso também.”

“Eu tento, eu juro que tento, mas toda vez que me olho no espelho, ou me vejo em uma situação que meu peso fica mais evidente… eu só não consigo.”

Seungcheol sente o pesar na sua fala, isso fica evidente em seu rosto, mas logo seus olhos brilham rapidamente em determinação.

“Você vai me deixar te mostrar o quão linda você é?” Ele pergunta baixinho. Após você confirmar com a cabeça, ele se levanta, pegando você no colo e segue em direção ao quarto. 

“Cheol, me coloca no chão, por favor” Você pede, claramente com vergonha.

“Querida, eu já disse, você não é pesada, não pra mim.”

Parando em frente ao espelho que tem ao lado da cama dele, ele te coloca gentilmente no chão. Ele vira seu corpo, fazendo com que você encare o seu reflexo.

“Olhe pra você… Sendo tão linda sem nenhum esforço” Ele sussurra. Suas mãos traçam a lateral do seu corpo, numa carícia adoradora. “Veja o quanto o seu corpo é perfeito para receber meus carinhos.”

Você estava fazendo o que ele pediu. Você observa seu reflexo com atenção, vendo as mãos dele demonstrar tanta devoção, tanto amor, que não tinha como você não achar tudo ali lindo. 

O jeito que ele desliza os dedos pela sua pele fazia seus pelos arrepiarem, e as borboletas em seu estômago se agitarem. Enquanto ele diz elogios no seu ouvido, você acompanha o caminho que suas mãos traçam.

Quando ele toca sua barriga por debaixo da blusa, um leve suspiro escapa pelos seus lábios, e é claro que ele percebeu.

“Vamos ver como você é linda por baixo disso?” Ele murmura, e depois que recebe sua autorização, puxa a blusa pela sua cabeça. “Olha só, exatamente como eu imaginei… perfeita”.

Voltando a te acariciar, ele leva as mãos até seus seios, os apertando com a pressão exata para te fazer arfar. 

“Cheol… Eu…” Você não consegue completar o que quer que você tentaria dizer. A junção do toque dele, com o olhar intenso de adoração através do espelho, fez com que sua mente ficasse vazia.

“Você não tem ideia do quanto eu desejei isso. Ver seu corpo tremer com os meus toques, ouvir você suspirar, sentir suas pernas fraquejarem, e sabe o que me deixa mais animado?” Ele espera você responder com uma negação, então se aproxima ainda mais, prensando o corpo dele no seu, enquanto seus lábios pairam em seu pescoço. “Eu ainda nem comecei”.

Assim que ele termina de falar, beijos começam a ser depositados na sua pele. 

“Seungcheol?” Ele não para de te beijar, mas olha pra você através do espelho e cantarola, mostrando que você tem a atenção dele. “Eu quero mais. Eu quero você”.

Sentindo a necessidade em suas palavras, ele se afasta, mas logo volta a encostar em você, te girando para ficar de frente pra ele.

“Tem certeza? Você sabe que depois disso você vai ser minha né?” 

“Eu já sou sua Cheol.”

Um sorriso doce aparece no rosto dele e delicadamente ele te guia até a cama. Suas mãos habilidosas rapidamente puxam sua calça. A lingerie que você estava usando, não era algo que você teria escolhido para um momento como esse, mas mesmo assim ele olhava pra você como se você fosse a obra de arte mais linda do mundo. 

Sem tirar os olhos de você, ele se afasta, se despindo até  ficar somente de cueca. Mesmo ainda estando coberto, você consegue ter uma ideia do quão grande ele era. Foi inevitável não tremer em antecipação. Só de imaginar ele dentro de você, já era o suficiente para o ar sair de seus pulmões. 

Lentamente, ele se posiciona no meio de suas pernas e volta a te beijar. Não demorou para você voltar a sentir o toque dele em você, explorando ainda mais o seu corpo. Deixando a vergonha e a insegurança de lado, você começa a tocá-lo com anseio também.

Um gemido escapa de sua boca assim que sente ele brincar com seus peitos, mas logo o jogo vira e é ele quem está gemendo enquanto você rola seus quadris contra o dele.

Com um movimento rápido e preciso, ele puxa o bojo do seu sutiã para baixo, e se afasta para abocanhar um de seus mamilos. “Caralho” Você xinga num sussurro, assim que sente seu um de seus peitos sendo sugado pela boca dele enquanto ele brinca com o outro entre os dedos. 

Descendo com uma trilha de selares, ele deposita o último beijo no cós da sua calcinha, que nessa altura já estava vergonhosamente molhada, e te puxa pra cima, tirando as duas peças que ainda cobriam o seu corpo.

Por um momento, Seungcheol fica parado em sua frente, observando o seu corpo com um olhar tão admirador, mas logo ele volta para onde tinha parado, lançando um leve sopro no centro de suas pernas. 

“Até aqui você é perfeita, amor” Seungcheol diz logo antes de passar a língua em seu núcleo. E antes mesmo de você pedir por mais, ele usa os dedos para separar os lábios e começa a chupar sua boceta.

Assim como no restante da noite, Cheol demonstra devoção em comer sua boceta. Seu ritmo era lento, como se ele estivesse te saboreando e aproveitando o momento.

Sem tirar a língua do seu clitóris, ele começa a circular sua abertura. Quando ele insere um dedo em você, um tremor desce por sua espinha, até chegar na sua boceta. Seungcheol sente o aperto e logo começa a bombear seu dedo pra dentro e pra fora. 

“Mais” Você diz num choramingo. “Eu preciso de mais, Cheol”.

“Tudo pra minha garota” Ele murmura em sua boceta, inserindo mais um dedo dentro de você.

Sentindo você apertar ainda mais, Cheol passa a movimentar os dedos com mais velocidade e chupar seu clitóris com mais intensidade. Você sabe que está perto, ele também sabe, já que sente suas pernas tremendo ao redor da cabeça dele.

Com uma mão puxando um mamilo e com a outra enterrada entre os cachos de Seungcheol, você chega ao orgasmo.

“Deliciosa” Você olha na direção dele a tempo de ver ele lambendo os dedos que estavam dentro de você.

Você começa a se sentir envergonhada, mas o brilho nos olhos dele afasta qualquer insegurança. 

“Como você se sente?” Ele pergunta a você.

“Ótima” Você fala em um suspiro. Você ainda estava ofegante e sentindo os músculos tremerem. “Mas ainda quero mais.” 

Com um sorriso travesso no rosto, ele tira a cueca. Antes de subir novamente na cama, ele pega uma camisinha e a desenrola no pau.

“Olha como eu estou duro por sua causa, amor. Você ainda tem dúvidas do quanto é maravilhosa?” Você vê o pau dele pulsar, enquanto ele bombeia uma última vez antes de se aproximar de você.

“Cheol, por favor” Você choraminga e se contorce embaixo dele.

“Não baby, você não precisa implorar.” Ele fala com carinho enquanto entra em você.

Vocês dois gemem quando suas pélvis se encontram. Não tinha palavra melhor pra definir o que você estava sentindo a não ser cheia. O pau de Seungcheol parecia preencher todos os espaços vazios dentro de você, fazendo você se sentir completa.

Seungcheol começa a se movimentar lentamente, te preparando para o que virá depois. Quando você se acostumou com o ritmo estabelecido, ele muda a intensidade das estocadas, metendo mais forte. É inevitável não soltar um gemido quando você sente a cabeça do pau dele cutucando o colo do seu útero. 

“Você sente isso, princesa? Você sente o quão bem nós nos encaixamos? Fomos feitos um para o outro.”

Sem conseguir formular uma resposta coerente, você simplesmente acena com a cabeça e o puxa pra mais perto, enterrando seu rosto no pescoço dele e enfiando suas unhas naqueles bíceps enormes.

Mesmo sabendo que iria sentir por dias as consequências, você continuava pedindo por mais. Seungcheol que sempre fez de tudo por você, não se importou em obedecer seus pedidos. 

A mão dele, que até então estava segurando sua cintura, agora estava traçando círculos em volta do seu clitóris, seguindo o mesmo ritmo que as estocadas. 

Choramingando o nome dele, você sente seu orgasmo se aproximando.

“Você está ainda mais apertada.” Seungcheol xinga quando sente você apertando sua boceta no pau dele. “Goza princesa, eu quero sentir você”.

Obedecendo ele, você se entrega sem medo ao prazer. Com os braços de Cheol te envolvendo, você sente ele perdendo o ritmo das estocadas enquanto busca o próprio orgasmo. 

Seungcheol sai de cima de você, se jogando ao seu lado na cama, mas logo te puxa para o peito dele. Você sente a respiração dele ainda ofegante e ouve o coração dele batendo na mesma velocidade frenética que o seu. 

Vocês ficam nessa posição por um tempo, mas eventualmente Seungcheol se levanta para jogar fora a camisinha e buscar uma toalha para te limpar. 

Após ser cuidada, você assiste ele voltar para a cama e deitar de frente pra você. 

“Cheol?” Você sussurra. “Obrigada.”

“Pelo o que?” Ele questiona, usando o mesmo tom que você.

Tinha tantas coisas pelas quais você gostaria de agradecer a ele, que uma lista inteira poderia ser feita. Você nunca tinha se sentido tão amada como hoje. Você sentiu a devoção dele em cada toque, em cada olhar e pela primeira vez você realmente se sentiu linda e perfeita.

“Por me amar do jeito que eu sou. Por fazer questão que eu me ame também.”

[thrawns-babygirl]

The Gallery (Thrawn x F!Reader 18+)

SO! A few things before we get started.

I know nothing about art. I tried my best to make this seem somewhat believable but I'm not an artist, nor will I ever be.

The "dates" I used were in the form of the 'Coruscant Reckoning Calendar' or C.R.C since the battle of Yavin hasn't happened yet and I hate BBY and ABY as in universe measures of time. However they aren't real dates I just threw random numbers into the format and hoped it looked semi believable

I am aware this is really derivative and I'm sorry in advance lmao

This is my first time writing Thrawn, and while I read copious amounts of Thrawn fanfic, I'm still nervous about how I write him so constrictive criticism is encouraged.

I hope y'all enjoy this, I had fun writing it. Been over a month since i wrote anything and it shows.

Rating: E (18+) Word Count: 3800+ Warnings: Unprotected PiV, Oral (F receiving), the tiniest breeding kink if you squint and tilt your head sideways, Art

Masterlist

You looked around the halls of the Imperial Palace and sighed. These galas were boring, atrociously so. But alas, if you wished to maintain funding for your gallery you had to at least make an appearance, rub elbows with the Imperial elite, sweet talk some moderately intoxicated senator or delegate into agreeing that your program was in fact not a waste of credits, and was actually something that the Empire should foster. A civilization without the arts was barely a civilization at all. You sigh, swirling the obnoxiously expensive drink you have in your hand as you stare up at a large canvas painting on the walls of the hall.

Pre Republic era, oil on canvas, looks to be-

“Coruscanti in origin, an interesting blend of ancient human styles native to the planet with a Duros influence, I’d date it around 3591.39.5, what do you think?” as smooth, calculated voice drawls from beside you.

You hum in thought, as you continue looking up at the artwork. “Perhaps earlier, the dot work is absolutely indicative of Duros influences, maybe even around 2280.124.43, when Duros traders started using hyperspace routes to explore the galaxy and foster trade” you turn to face the mystery man and stiffen as you notice the crisp white uniform of a Grand Admiral, but perhaps even more intriguing was his cerulean blue skin, and more intriguing than that, his red eyes that glow softly.

Without taking his eyes off the painting he continues “an interesting theory, however, I would date it after that. The artist was obviously human, their style indicating that they grew up around humans, the brushwork is similar to most works of that period, however the Duros influence would indicate it would have been some time after Humans had made contact with other races. Humans of that era were exceptionally isolationist, their artwork reflects that, this piece shows of an artist who is comfortable with outsiders enough to incorporate them into their medium” the man takes another sip of his drink before turning to you, fixing you with those enchanting eyes “what do you think?”

You’re taken aback, this man, this Grand Admiral, knows what he’s talking about, in fact he may even know more than you about the topic, you scramble to think of something, anything to say. Your face heats up as you think back on human art and history from that era and realise, he’s right. You take a sip of your drink to steel your nerves, warmth flooding your cheeks that you hope he doesn’t notice as you turn back to the painting.

“I think you might be right; I forget about how isolationist humans were back then; it would have taken a long time before they would have taken on facets of other species art in their own” you say thoughtfully as you look up at the painting. It really was a beautiful piece of art. You look back at the stranger to find him also gazing up at the painting with a thoughtful look on his face. Perhaps this art enthusiast of a Grand Admiral was the person you were looking for this whole time? Steeling yourself again you turn and give him your name.

“I curate the Royal Imperial Gallery here on Coruscant, a pleasure to make your acquaintance” You incline your head respectfully as he turns to face you again.

“Grand Admiral Mitth’raw’nuruodo, however you may call me Thrawn, and I am aware of who you are” Thrawn takes another sip of his drink as he turns his gaze back up to the painting. You eye him curiously as he drinks, his throat bobbing as he swallows and turns back to you.

“You do?” your tone slightly more accusatory than you wanted it to be, Imperial Grand Admirals tended to be the types of people who rallied against your requests for more funding, claiming that the money could be better spent on the Imperial Navy or the Stormtrooper Corps.

Thrawn’s mouth quirks slightly, as if he were attempting to stifle a smile before he speaks again, his voice low “Of course, I am a regular at your institution, I also appreciate your holo galleries so that I may appreciate new instillations while I am away on long campaigns. It is obviously, a crude imitation of having the original piece in front of me, but I will make do with what I can” he eyes you seriously. “I especially appreciated your most recent display of Pantoran tapestries. Pantora is a hub of so many different species and cultures, their art always provides an interesting challenge to see what visiting species influenced what pieces”.

You stare at him wide eyed as he speaks, this man, this Grand Admiral, was an art enjoyer, no an art enthusiast. Perhaps this meeting was destined, perhaps he was the one who would help you retain funding for your gallery before it was all syphoned off and spent on warfare. You open your mouth to speak but it’s like he could read your mind. “I have already spoken with the Emperor, he agrees with me that maintaining the fine arts is important for any society. Your funding is secure” he turns back towards the painting and takes another sip of his drink.

He spoke to the Emperor himself? And the Emperor himself agreed to maintain your funding? Your head was spinning. This is not at all what you expected when you came here tonight, you were expecting to have to plead your case to stuffy senators and businesspeople for them to even consider the possibility that your gallery was worth it. You shake your head as you realise you’ve been staring at him in stunned silence for longer than what would be considered polite. “I… Thank you Grand Admiral. That is… that is wonderful news” you fight to keep the emotions out of your voice, finishing your drink quickly “I don’t know how I can repay you” his lip quirks again in that almost smile before he too finishes his drink.

“No thanks is necessary, and please call me Thrawn, although I would love to hear about what new instillations you are planning for the gallery in the coming months, I have some time planetside and would be remiss to not attend a new display should you be preparing anything exciting” he waves over a serving droid as he talks and takes two more glasses of the overly expensive amber liquid, offering you one which you politely accept before he takes a sip of his.

And just like that, the hours melt away as you walk with Thrawn around the hall, speaking quietly to one another about the intricacies of the art hanging on the walls, from paintings to tapestries to the small statues lining the hall, Thrawn had something to say about all of it. For a military man, he was very, very well educated.

And very, very handsome.

You shake your head as you finish your drink, maybe you have had one too many glasses of Chandrillan Sweet Wine you think to yourself as Thrawn continues speaking about the techniques used to weave a particularly intricate tapestry the two of you were standing in front of. You wanted to listen to him, you really did, but watching the way his lips wrapped themselves around the words he was speaking combined with the melodic sound of his voice had your mind wandering to places that could be considered vastly unprofessional.

As if sensing your fleeting attention to what he was saying he turns to face you, raising a single eyebrow as his lips quirked once again in a ghost of a smile. “Apologies my lady, I do tend to get ahead of myself when discussing art, if you wish to take your leave I will not be offended” you falter slightly because no, you don’t want to leave, you could spend forever listening to his peculiar accent and you rack your brain for something that would keep him in your presence. So, you decide to take a small risk.

“No Thrawn, not at all, in fact I was just wondering if you would perhaps like to join me for a small excursion to the gallery. I could give you a sneak peek of the next exhibition we will be opening in the coming weeks, provided traditional Rodian woodwork is a topic you would be interested in?” you say hopefully, willing the heat away from your cheeks as you place your empty glass on a passing serving droid.

He smiles this time, not just a slight movement of his lips, but a genuine smile that has your heart beating slightly faster and your face burning. He too places his glass on a passing droid and gestures with his hand towards the door. “Lead the way”

The speeder ride towards the gallery is quiet, the lights of Coruscant illuminating the cab as the pilot droid takes you both towards the gallery. You shift in your seat, gazing at his profile from the corner of your eye. His long nose and pronounced cheek bones illuminated by the slight glow of his eyes. You wish you could think of something to say as you fiddle with the hem of your dress, but he doesn’t seem to mind the silence, in fact he seems to be the type that enjoys comfortable silence over inane small talk, so you keep your lips sealed, willing yourself to stop acting like a blushing schoolgirl as the cab stops in front of the gallery.

The gallery is dark, quiet, giving it an almost eerie quality as you walk through the halls, you unlock the door to your office and step to the side to allow Thrawn through, turning on the lights to reveal a small room, a moderately sized desk with a few shelves and a window that looks over the city.

“We haven’t gotten all the pieces yet, so this is only a taste of the style of art we will be displaying soon” you unlock another door that leads to a storeroom, pulling on some gloves, passing him a pair and grabbing a few of the intricately carved wooden sculptures to show the Grand Admiral. He takes them off you and studies them closely, his intense eyes scanning over every detail of the wood before moving over to another sculpture, then another. At the last sculpture he pauses, studying it even more intently than the others before looking up at you. “Do you know the importance of this piece?” he inquires as he holds the small wooden figure towards you.

You take it off him, studying it closely, noting the ridges and bumps. Unfortunately, Rodian art and wood carvings in particular have never really been your area of expertise, although you have a feeling that you’re about to learn. “Unfortunately, Thrawn I am not very well versed in Rodian woodworking, I have a few on staff that would know more than I do” you place the statuettes back into the storeroom and lock the door before turning back to him only to find him looking at you intently.

“That particular sculpture is known as a ‘Prwiss’ it was used as part of a fertility ritual on Rodia centuries passed. The statue would be placed near the bed of the couple attempting to conceive as they partook in intercourse in order to increase the likelihood of fertilization” he explains evenly.

You feel heat rising to your cheeks. ‘Definitely too much wine’ you think to yourself. The words ‘intercourse’ and ‘fertilization’ shouldn’t have such a visceral effect on you. All you can think of is having such a statue over your own bed as Thrawn runs his large hands all over your body, as he thrusts in and out-

“Do you know of my species?” Thrawn asks suddenly. You shake your head, mouth dry as you respond “No… I don’t” his shoulders rise and fall slightly, something that could potentially indicate a chuckle from the stoic man.

“I am Chiss” he says slowly walking towards you “and being Chiss has many benefits” he continues approaching you, in any other context, you could almost compare his slow steps to a predator stalking its prey.

“My eyes for example, I am able to see things that humans cannot. Heat for example” he says as he stops directly in front of you. You blush again, a fact made worse now knowing he’s been able to see your blushing so clearly the entire night the two of you have been together. You swallow, not trusting your voice as he stares you down. You take an unconscious step backwards, Thrawn following you until the backs of your legs meet the solid material of your desk.

“At first I simply thought that you were flushed from the alcohol but… now I have come to a different conclusion” he leans his face closer to yours, you can feel his warm breath against your lips as he holds his lips above yours. A moment for you to back away should you not wish him to go further.

You stare into his bright eyes as your face warms further and heat pools between your legs. Would he be able to see that beneath the layers of your dress? Your thoughts are abruptly cut off as he places his lips over yours, one hand coming up to cup your cheek as he presses you against your desk. You meet his lips in a passionate kiss, the heat from the night reaching a boiling point as he removes his gloves and places his hands on your hips, following his lead you do the same before tangling your hands in his soft hair.

After what feels like an eternity he pulls back, his lips slightly swollen from the kiss and a faint dusting of purple along his sharp cheekbones. He presses you further against your desk and you get the hint, moving some small items out of the way before sitting on the desk.

Thrawn attacks your lips again, a hunger present behind his movements as he situates himself between your legs, his fingers digging into the skin of your hips as he begins kissing along your jaw, down your neck. You gasp as you feel him suck a dark mark into the skin just above your collarbone, you tug at the soft strands of his hair eliciting a low growl that rumbles through his chest as he moves his hips against your core. You can feel a definite hardness in the front of his pristine while uniform pants as he moves his body against yours, dragging small sounds of pleasure out of you.

His hands begin moving all over your body, running up your sides around to your back where he begins unfastening your dress, his movements pausing for a moment as he looks at you. You answer his unspoken question with another fiery kiss as his hands work methodically behind you to unfasten your dress, letting it pool on the desk as he moves over towards your breasts. His long fingers tweaking and pinching at your nipples through the thin material of your bra as his other hand moves down your side to help totally remove the dress from you.

He pulls the dress over your head, pausing to haphazardly fold it and place it on your desk before his hands are all over you again. One runs along your thigh while the other expertly unclasps your bra, he pulls the fabric away from your body before moving his lips to your jaw and neck again. You move your hands to his hair again as he kisses down your neck towards your chest.

“Watching the blush crawl up your skin” he mumbles against your neck, voice husky “is truly the most beautiful thing in this entire gallery” he says before taking one of your nipples in his mouth and sucking, rolling the nub around his mouth, his tongue lathing over it. His tongue has an odd texture to it, you note, as he shifts his focus to your other breast, and you can’t help but wonder what that tongue would feel like against your clit. You arch into his touch as he kisses along your chest, lightly biting into the soft flesh, leaving dark marks against your skin as he slowly begins moving to his knees, kissing down your body as he goes, pausing at the fabric of your panties and placing a long passionate kiss on the damp fabric before he pulls the delicate material to the side and sinks his tongue into your cunt.

You moan, throwing your head back in bliss as he eats you like a man starved, lapping at your juices with fervour, your hands finding their way back into his soft hair as his tongue works magic against you. He alternates between rolling his tongue around your clit and shoving it as deep inside you as the muscle will go, bringing you closer and closer to the edge.

You tug on his hair causing him to groan into you, the vibrations making your walls clench as he focuses extra attention on your clit and suddenly the wave of pleasure crests as you climax, your eyes screwed shut and hips moving on their own accord as you all but ride his face through the precipice of your orgasm.

As you come down you open your eyes and look down at him, noting the sound of flesh on flesh and the movement of his arm another white-hot wave of arousal runs down your spine as you realise, he’s stroking himself.

A Grand Admiral of the Imperial Navy, on his knees in your office, touching himself while pleasing you with his mouth. The thought alone is almost enough to send you over the edge again.

His glowing red eyes look up at you, and he slowly stands from his position kneeling on the floor. You hold your breath as he rises, trying not to look too eager to get a look at what is between his legs. Do Chiss look like humans? Is he totally alien down there? Your eyes widen as your question is answered, despite the colour and a few, quite pleasurable looking, ridges, he looks remarkably human. Remarkably human and remarkably large.

The vision of the stoic Grand Admiral, still dressed in his white uniform with his trousers open and his rock-hard length on display is enough to make you lick your lips, your pussy clenching around nothing as fresh wave of arousal washes over you.

He takes himself in his hand, stroking himself a few times, placing the blunt head of his cock against your wet entrance before pausing. “A moment” he says as he looks around your office, retrieving your key card from the desk next to you before walking over to the storeroom and taking out the statue he had spoken about before and placing it on the desk next to you before taking his place between your legs at your entrance again.

He places both hands on your hips as he lines himself up with your slick cunt and slowly pushes inside of you. His uniformed chest rising and falling as he struggles to maintain his tenuous control over himself. The feeling of his girth stretching you open has you gritting your teeth, and screwing your eyes shut. Each ridge of his cock rubbing perfectly against every nerve making you see stars.

You’re both panting as he bottoms out, a low rumbling groan coming from deep in his chest as the feeling of your walls choking his length has him gritting his teeth as you wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him even closer, even deeper.

He lets out a hiss as he begins moving his hips, you resist the urge to close your eyes at the pleasure, wanting to watch each reaction you could earn from the usually pristine grand admiral. Watching the way his jaw clenches, the muscles around his neck tensing, the way his nostrils flare as he struggles to maintain his composure is like a drug to you.

You moan as his thrusts begin to become more forceful, the sound of flesh against flesh filling the confines of your office. He leans over your body, his lips finding yours again as his hips move with more purpose, harder and faster, the ridges of his girth causing you to cry out, his mouth swallowing your sounds as his pace continues to get more intense, more passionate.

He brings one of his hands down in between your bodies, his long, skilled fingers expertly finding your clit, drawing tight circles over it as he pounds relentlessly into you. The sensations becoming too much too quickly as another orgasm begins building in your core, your muscles tensing around him as your walls flutter and tighten, forcing his mouth to part from yours as he lets out a low moan of your name.

Hearing his voice, full of hunger and desperation moaning your name is what does it for you, pleasure cascades through your body as you wrap your arms around his back to ground you, the course texture of his uniform heightening the experience as wave after wave of pure ecstasy rips a harsh moan of his name from your lips.

His pace becomes even more forceful, his hips slamming almost painfully against yours as he chases his own high. His mouth finds your neck again, biting down as you feel his muscles tense, letting out a long low groan against your neck as he finishes inside you. You feel each throb and pulse of his cock as he fills you, his hips moving in short thrusts as he rides out his own high, his breathing ragged.

You both stay there, panting, bodies entwined as you come down. He gives you a long, passionate kiss before extracting himself, pulling out slowly, he looks down at your cunt, his cum slowly beginning to leak out of you and his mouth quirks again, into that ghost of a smile, like he’s proud of himself, before he moves your panties back into place and begins to straighten himself out.

You have no idea what to say as he tucks himself away and smooths his hair, after a short time, he looks immaculate yet again, barely a hair out of place, nor a crease on his uniform, meanwhile you look like well fucked mess, hickeys and love bites litter your neck and chest as you move off your desk on unstable legs to grab your bra and dress, you pause as you see the small statue, the ‘Pwriss’ as Thrawn had called it sitting on your desk. You blush as you move to put it away in the storeroom again.

Thrawn is standing, back straight as he looks at you from across your office, hands clasped behind his back. “I appreciate you taking the time to show me the artwork the gallery has to offer” he inclines his head politely “I’m glad the sculptures were to your liking” you smile at him as you redress.

“Oh yes, I suppose the sculptures were lovely too”.  

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