#garsa fwip x fennec shand

[armoralor]

inspired by these iconic lesbian posts (x x x) ✰ reminder that TERFs can fuck off, and if you reblog this you love trans & nb women ❤️

[perigilpin]

saw people redrawing this so I had to contribute some of my fave Star Wars lesbians

[spaceprincessleia]

Title: Work

Rating: E

Warnings: No archive warnings apply; Part "iii; Then" includes a non-con kiss between Fennec and Garsa. It's around 100 words, excluding the dealing with it. Like all angst in this story, it gets resolved, but a warning just in case it's a trigger for you.

Characters: Fennec Shand/Garsa Fwip

Summary/Preview: Fennec's still not sure what’s happening, even after all their conversations and weeks and months together, and doesn’t know what to make or think of it. The enormity of being around, of having each other fills her with fear and need at the same time, and neither are beneficial in her line of business.

A character study of Fennec and Garsa in the aftermath of the explosion, glimpses into Fennec's and Garsa's relationship, and into how far they've come.

[fandom-friday]

For the FF Weekly I’d like to recommend Golden, a Garsa Fwip/Fennec Shand story by @btwxsixesandsevens on AO3.

Pair: Garsa Fwip/Fennec Shand | Rated: E (NSFW)

Summary: Fennec loves giving her Garsa exactly what she asks for. The desert heat can be a lot. Sometimes, that's a little ice, some ropes and a whole lot of orgasms. Please read the tags.

This is Rated E.

#star wars #fennec shand #garsa fwip #rare pair #fennec/garsa #rated: E

WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH THIS ONE IS SO GOOOOOOD A:LKHGLKDHLKGHLSDKGHLKDSG. This is the PERFECT amount of spicy and SO SWEET and the TRUST??? I LOVE IT. EVERYTHING ABOUT IT. I NEED THIS SHIP LIKE I NEED AIR. THE TENSION IS PERFECTION. JUST AUOSHGLFDHGL:KSDHGLDHSGHLSDGHLG. THANK YOU FOR SENDING IT IN.

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[kleyamarki]

snippet sunday <3

thank you for the tag bestieeeeee @soloorganaas !!!!!

have some galaxy brain shit™ if i must say so: fennec doing garsa’s makeup (spoiler: they kiss) (p.s. i wrote this v quickly sorry if it’s dumb)

“You want to do my makeup?” Garsa chuckles at Fennec, “Darling, I have an hour before I’m due downstairs.”

“So…?” Fennec trails off. There’s mischief in her eyes and a grin on her lips.

Garsa sighs and fixes her gaze on that endearing little grin. Fennec could really get away with anything with that pretty little smile, Garsa thinks.

“So,” she says, “I don’t have enough time to redo it if you mess it up.”

This makes Fennec scoff dramatically, “Oh please, sweetheart,” she teases as she picks up a small eyeshadow brush and a neutral palette, “I think I’ll do a fine job.”

Garsa sits at her vanity, then swivels the chair to face Fennec instead of the mirror. Fennec purses her lips and picks a bronzy shadow, taps the brush into it slowly to mask slow, deep breaths through her nose and eyes that have gotten shades darker and a lip she’s been biting this whole time.

Garsa closes her eyes when Fennec leans in, the bronzed brush pointing straight at her. She stifles a gasp when the brush swipes across her eye gently; she can feel the smirk back on Fennec’s face even with her eyes closed. Garsa steadies her breathing again as Fennec taps the brush back in the shadow, then swipes a light bronze hue over the other eye.

Garsa can feel Fennec’s eyes on her even as she places the palette on the vanity, out of Garsa’s eyeshot. She opens her eyes to find Fennec gazing at her lips, want in her eyes. Garsa finds herself wanting to keep up the makeup game a little longer. It’s fun to get the famously stoic Fennec Shand a little worked up.

“Darling, don’t forget the liner,” Garsa turns for a palette of dark eyeshadows and an angled brush and hands them to Fennec.

Fennec looks like she wants to laugh, “Fine, but,” before she knows it, Garsa is being lifted off the vanity chair and onto her plush bedding, “I need to get really precise.” Fennec gets on top of her, straddles her, bends to apply the powder that creates her usual graphic look.

The proud little smile on Fennec’s face is genuine, Garsa thinks. It chips away at her patience so much that she can’t help the hands that pull Fennec forward to kiss her. Fennec’s hands toss the makeup tools away, and she settles one at her side to support her body weight and lets the other travel up and down Garsa’s arms, down her sides, up to her shoulders. Garsa thinks she could kiss Fennec like this forever and be happy, that if she could caress her face and their lips could meet and their tongues could dance then she’d be set forever. She lets her hands roam more, traces the braid down Fennec’s back, brushes her hands over the leather protecting her cybernetics. Fennec sighs and Garsa smiles into her skin, pressing soft kisses onto her throat.

tagging @spaceprincessleia because this is all your fault

[femmefighter]

Yesssssss please.

So- I started thinking-

[dystopicjumpsuit]

Spotlight

A/N: This was supposed to be a NYE fic for a clone trooper, but Fennec ambushed and dragged me to smutsville, and here we are. Have a wonderful New Year! 

Pairing: Fennec Shand x Reader (Fem; wears a dress and makeup)

Rating: M (mature content intended for readers 18+; minors DNI)

Wordcount: 1.8K

Warnings and tags: Reader feels insecure about her appearance; fluff; little bit of SMUT; body worship; fun with mirrors; Fennec is a pleasure top; Garsa Fwip and the Sanctuary survived because I say so

Summary: It’s Boonta Eve, and you’re more interested in a private celebration with Fennec than a party at the Daimyo’s palace.

Suggested Listening: 

This fic smells like: Chloé Nomade (sunbaked earth, a warm breeze at sunset, sweat on your lover’s skin)

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The Boonta Eve Classic went off without a hitch. You hadn’t been nervous—not exactly. Just… vigilant. Yes, vigilant: that was the word. After all, it was the first Classic since the Daimyo had consolidated his power in a decisive, if costly, victory against the rival syndicates on Tatooine. The Classic wasn’t just the galaxy’s largest podrace and the planet’s most famous cultural festival; this year, it was also a demonstration that Fett was a capable ruler who could provide a stable and competent government to the people of Mos Espa. 

The average citizen didn’t care who sat on the throne. They cared about having enough water to survive, about being able to feed their families, about not getting eaten by a kriffing sarlacc for saying the wrong thing to the wrong person. And they cared about pod racing. By every god in the galaxy, did they care about pod racing. Not only was the Classic an important cultural festival on Tatooine, but the credits it pulled in from the hordes of tourists who descended on Mos Espa every year were integral to the planet’s economy.

Only a select few in Fett’s inner circle knew just how close the planet had come to not hosting the Classic that year, or how hard his gotra had worked to pull off the race. But pull it off they—and you—had. And it wasn’t just an adequate race, either: it was kriffing epic. The entire city was buzzing with adrenaline, and already word was spreading on the Holonet that the new Daimyo of Mos Espa had hosted the most exciting Boonta Eve Classic in decades.

You were exhausted, to put it mildly. For weeks, you had worked the longest hours of your life coordinating the festival and races, recruiting racers and fielding the press, ensuring there was adequate accommodation to house visiting dignitaries and adequate security to manage the swarms of tourists who descended on the city. It had finally culminated that morning under the blistering suns of Tatooine. You had attended along with the rest of the Fett gotra, and like them, you sat in the Daimyo’s booth, sheltered from the blazing sunshine but unable to escape the oppressive heat. 

You’d returned to the palace ahead of the rest of the group immediately after the race, parched and fatigued, only to be immediately accosted by the palace staff with a thousand questions and last minute emergencies as they made the final preparations for the evening. It wasn’t until Krrsantan had bellowed at the staff and sent them scurrying back to their tasks that you finally were able to escape to your quarters to begin getting ready.

The suns were setting now, and their golden rays illuminated the warm stone walls of your suite as the evening breeze fluttered through the sheer white curtains. Your quarters were deceptively tranquil, despite the chaos and bustle you knew was unfolding below in the throne room in preparation for the night’s festivities. The balmy, soft breeze lulled you into a drowsy haze, and you wanted nothing more than to pass out on your enormous bed and sleep for seven to ten business weeks.

Maybe a nice soak in the bacta tank, you mused as you stretched your tired shoulders. For about a month. Induced comas are a thing, right?

But you still had one final responsibility to attend to before you could catch up on all the sleep you’d missed in the past several weeks: the Daimyo’s Boonta Eve party, which was due to begin in about… You checked your chrono and cursed under your breath. Right now. Kriffin’ hell.

With one last, longing glance at your bed, you turned to the full-length mirror. You stared at your reflection, feeling a little ridiculous and a lot exposed. You looked tired, almost haggard. Even your glamorous makeup couldn’t quite disguise the bags under your eyes. And you looked somehow both overdressed and severely underdressed. You tugged self-consciously at your neckline, wondering what in the galaxy had possessed you to agree to wear this monstrosity.

Oh, right. Fennec’s silver karking tongue, that’s what.

The gown had been part of the Sanctuary’s latest tribute. When Fett saw it, he raised a single brow and remarked that it wasn’t exactly his color. By some stroke of bad luck, it was a perfect fit for you. The dress was a glittering, sheer concoction of shimmersilk and crystals that revealed far more than it concealed. While you certainly would have enjoyed seeing it on someone else, it was far outside your comfort zone, and yet, you had agreed to wear it, not just for Fennec’s private enjoyment, but for all of Mos kriffin’ Espa to witness at the party for which you were now three minutes late.

The door opened and closed quietly behind you, and in the mirror, you watched Fennec approach from behind. Moving with the purposeful grace of a predator, she stalked closer to you. Your breath grew shallow as her eyes dragged slowly down your body, taking in the sight of your curves and lines beneath the diaphanous fabric. She came to a halt behind you, gliding her hands over the bare skin of your waist and down to your hips.

“You look exquisite,” she murmured against the side of your neck as she gazed at you in the mirror.

“You look exquisite,” you countered. “I look like a kriffing disco ball.”

She laughed softly and kissed just behind your ear. “A sexy disco ball. Besides, what’s wrong with that? It’s Boonta Eve. We’re supposed to be celebrating.”

“Says the woman in armorweave,” you retorted.

“Old habits,” she replied with a smirk. “I’ve had this coat a long time.”

You had to admit, it suited her, even if you did prefer it on the floor.

“I don’t know. Maybe I just don’t really feel like celebrating the fact that I look like…” You gestured vaguely at your reflection. “... this.”

She frowned. “What are you talking about? You’re stunning.”

You shook your head stubbornly, refusing to meet her eyes in the mirror. 

When you didn’t reply, she lowered her mouth to your bare shoulder and moved her lips softly across your skin. “There isn’t a single thing about you that I don’t think is beautiful.”

“You’re biased.”

“Maybe, but I have excellent taste.” She kissed lightly along the top of your shoulder and up the side of your neck. “Do you know what I see when I look at you?”

You shook your head, then let it fall back to rest against her shoulder as your eyes drifted closed. Her fingertips traced up your abdomen, between your breasts, and up your neck to caress your jaw as she tilted your face toward her.

“A goddess,” she whispered against your lips as her other hand stole up your body to cup your breast through the thin silk. “Sometimes when I wake up at night and see you sleeping next to me, I think I’m dreaming. How can you be this beautiful, and still be real?”

She slid her thumb across your lower lip, then her hand drifted down to rest gently at the base of your throat, where the slight pressure was just enough for you to feel the wild flutter of your pulse beneath her fingers. She kissed you again, grazing her tongue between your lips, before pulling away to nuzzle your cheek.

“Open your eyes,” she whispered. “I want you to look at yourself and see what I see.”

You obeyed, inhaling softly as you caught sight of your reflection. In the golden haze of the setting suns, your skin glowed against the soft material of the dress. Your eyes were dark with arousal, your lips parted and glossy from her kiss. Your gaze dropped to where she held you, kneading your breast gently with one hand, while the other traveled slowly down your abdomen and slipped beneath the sheer fabric. Her palm flattened over your belly and pulled you back against her body.

“What are you afraid of?” she asked softly. 

“A wardrobe malfunction?” you offered in a suspiciously husky tone.

“I don’t think that’s it,” she said.

Her hand slipped lower and came to rest between your thighs. Her fingertips circled your clit softly, then dipped into you. You shuddered softly and melted against her as your eyes fluttered closed again.

“Keep your eyes open,” she commanded with a gentle nip at your earlobe. “You’re a masterpiece, and you deserve to be seen.”

You panted softly as you forced your eyes open again, raising your gaze to meet her eyes in the mirror. Her eyes were intent and heated, and all of her considerable attention was focused on you as her fingertips moved with slow but deliberate strokes. 

“That’s it, isn’t it?” she murmured, rolling your nipple between her thumb and forefinger. “You’re not used to being the center of attention, and you know that every eye in the palace is going to be on you the minute you walk into the party.”

You swallowed and replied, “I’m really more of the ‘keep everything running behind the scenes’ type. The spotlight isn’t really my thing.”

Her fingers slid deeper as her thumb circled over your clit insistently, and your legs trembled. “That’s a pity, because all I want to do right now is show you off. I want to dance with you until we’re too exhausted to keep going, until I can taste the sweat on your skin. And at the end of the night, I want to peel off this dress and worship you the way you deserve.”

Your knees nearly gave out, but she held you steady against her body as you breathlessly asked, “Why wait? We can skip the party and have our own celebration right here.”

“Tempting, but I think Boba might frown on our absence. Particularly since tonight wouldn’t have even been possible without you. I’m not going to let you hide away because you’re scared of everyone seeing how amazing you are.”

“I’m not scared,” you whispered. “I just don’t crave that kind of attention.”

“Mm.” She bit your neck softly, not hard enough to leave a mark, and somewhat perversely, you wished that she would. You’d wear it like armor, like a flashing neon sign that announced to the entire city that you were hers. “What do you crave?”

“You.”

She smiled, letting out a pleased hum against your throat, then kissed a trail down your jaw until she captured your lips in an all-consuming kiss that left you dizzy and breathless. She withdrew her fingers from your body and walked you to the bed, never breaking away from your lips. The backs of your knees hit the edge of the mattress, and you fell backward, landing sideways on the bed so you still had a clear view of the mirror. Fennec followed you down, kissing her way down the plunging neckline of the dress.

“In that case,” she murmured, sliding her hand up your thigh beneath the silk of your dress, “we’re going to be fashionably late.”

Note: I truly wanted to keep writing this, but I knew I wouldn't be able to finish it in time to post on New Year's Eve anywhere on Earth if I kept going. So... There's probably going to be more Fennec smut in the future.

Should I do a taglist? I think I should do a taglist. If this isn't your thing... There'll be more clones coming soon.

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@cloneloverrrrr @goblininawig @ladytano420 @arctrooper69 @sunshinesdaydream

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@heavenseed76 @bobaprint @sweetcream-coldfoam

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@lightwise @swcowgal @vrycurious @thora-sniper

@reader6898 @cdblake1565 @epicy0n @starstofillmydream @msmeredithrose

@totallyunidentified @eclec-tech @euphoriacafe @hipwell @kimiheartblade

@dangraccoon @transactivecybermemory @etod @somewhere-on-kamino

@burningnerdchild @saneabandoned @heidnspeak @maniacalbooper @mae-lou-ron

also tagging @ireadwithmyears by request 🩵

[wolfwrenweek]

Another poll while we finalize the prompt list for WolfWren Week! 🗡️❤️

[starwarstoxicfemslash]

[starwarsanalyst]

Mandoverse Fic Dev Diary #1

Well I have well and truly jumped down the rabbit hole of writing my Mandoverse AU Fic called The Mandalorian Bride

A list of planned Ships that appear in the fic (Non-exhaustive)

Sabine x Shin x Ketsu (Sabine and Ketsu are already in a relationship when fic begins)

Ahsoka x Hera x Barriss

Bo-Katan lesbian polycule (Guess who 😉)

Garsa Fwip x Fennec Shand

[armoralor]

inspired by these iconic lesbian posts (x x x) ✰ reminder that TERFs can fuck off, and if you reblog this you love trans & nb women ❤️

[perigilpin]

POV you flirt with Garsa and your body is found in a dumpster behind the cantina the next day

[fandom-friday]

PART 1 OF 2 (FICS ONLY)

Thank you so much to everyone that submitted recommendations this week! There was SO MUCH content, I have to split this week's summary into two parts! A comprehensive list of this week’s fic submissions can be found under the cut! Recommendations are organized by show/media, and any main pairings will be listed after the title.

✨ = 18+ content 🪐 = contains spoilers of a currently running show

Fics:

The Clone Wars: ✨ Rooftop Reunion (Commander Fox x f!Reader) by @wings-and-beskar ✨ Sweet True Lies (Commander Fox x OC Keeda Ionza) by @sleepingsun501 I Fits I Sits (Captain Rex x OC Mira) by @kimiheartblade Cyare (Clone Trooper Sister x f!Reader) by @imarvelatthestars It Happened Quiet by @mercurydancer An Unexpected Chance by @mercurydancer For This Republic I Will Bleed by @captora

The Bad Batch: ✨Stars Beyond Number (Echo x Riyo Chuchi, Gregor x OC Cerra Kilian) by @dystopicjumpsuit ✨ Exigency (Captain Howzer x f!Reader) by @the-rain-on-kamino 🪐 (TBB S3) She Walks in Starlight (Clone Trooper Sister x f!Reader) by @imarvelatthestars A Dead Traitor is a Good Traitor by @hellowkatey 🪐 (TBB S3) Revelation by RheaShay (AO3)

The Book of Boba Fett: ✨ Golden (Garsa Fwip x Fennec Shand) by @btwxsixesandsevens

Star Wars Prequel Trilogy: Shattered Sunrise (Mace Windu x OC Danica Morrow) by @pickleprickle Sahuldeem by @inonibird Agwe by @jedi-valjean

Batman: Home Is Where the Heart Is by LittleLadybugs (AO3) The Lone Ranger Never Had To Deal With Bruce Wayne by @theskeptileptic Your Hands Are To Loud by BatFamily_shenanigans (AO3) Have We Met Before? by @lulurythmea Soft Robin, Sleepy Robin, Little Ball of Trauma by @iselsis Surprise by Racoonwriter (AO3) Patty Cake, Patty Cake, My Brother Ran Away by That_Hippie_Chick (AO3) Play it Again by @jazz020 The Cold (My Burning Promise) by BlueKappa (AO3) Brotherly Wisdom by @olivia-anderson-fanfic Late by breathingsentences (AO3) Not Him by @animemangasoul

Hetalia: Axis Powers: A Matter of Time by @cultureandseptember A Matter of Course by @cultureandseptember TELL ME A PIECE OF YOUR HISTORY by @cultureandseptember

Crossover AUs: Tanjiro & Kagome: A Taishō-Heisei Friendship (Demon Slayer X InuYasha Crossover) by Splashpointparabox (AO3) Life Anew (Batman X Detroit: Become Human Crossover) by BrickSheep (AO3) Steer Yourself (Any Direction You Choose) (The Clone Wars X The Murderbot Diaries Crossover) by antonomasia09 (AO3) The Five Tenets That Mandalorians Must Follow (and the One Thing Worth Breaking Them For) (The Mandalorian X The Murderbot Diaries Crossover) by @urisarang

[wonderwoman-q]

in my star wars au, Garsa is a sith lord and Fennec is her personal bounty hunter and they kiss occasionally 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩

[heavydistraction]

somewhere in the background max rebo is playing a jizz rendition of careless whisper

[btwxsixesandsevens]

WLW Star Wars Fan Fic Masterlist

You want to read my queer Black women in Star Wars fanfic?

Of course you do.

Welcome to My Star Wars Adventures

My fic is character driven, full of snarky dialog, adventure, romance, and sex. It is adult and Black AF. Like me.

These are mostly rarepairs and OCs.

I connect with characters that no one, least of whom most SW writers, seem to have any love for. That's okay. These can be little favorites.

Ahsoka Tano x Bo-Katan Kryze

From The Mandalorian/Clone Wars

Interrupted -- Ahsoka enjoyed the familiar flutter of nerves in her stomach. The certainty that time and distance didn’t dull the connection she had with Bo-Katan, was one of the few constants in her galaxy.

Hera Syndulla x Ahsoka Tano

From Ahsoka, season 1

A Way to Say Good-Bye -- Hera was used to saying goodbye. In her life, every entrance came with a matched exit. Still, standing on the hard cliff over the blue-black water looking for Ahsoka *hurt*. She would never get used to it.

Fennec Shand x Garsa Fwip

Golden -- Fennec Shand & Garsa Fwip is my current OTP. Butch/Femme perfection. Here's a taste of their evenings.

Fennec love giving Garsa exactly what she asks for. Sometimes what she asks for is a little ice, some rope, and pure bliss.

Sanctuary, a Taste in the Mouth -- After the destruction of Sanctuary, Fennec Shand pulls Garsa Fwip from the wreckage. As their relationship deepens, there's a new business in Mos Espa -- one the two of them are determined to shut down.

The Armorer/Bo-Katan Kryze

Always for Mandalore -- The Armorer and Bo-Katan Kryze sit down to sign a contact. Can they come to an agreement for the benefit of all New Mandalore?

Let the Good Things Come Easily -- Bo-Katan, Mand'alor, returns from the constant war to see her riduur for the first time in months. It goes about like you expect.

Must It Always Be A War -- Bo-Katan Kryze never brought women to her private bedroom. First time for everything, she does bring her riduur of a year to her bed.

Jannah x Rose Tico

From Star Wars Sequel Trilogy

Opals for Rose - When Former First Order Trooper Jannah joined the Resistance, now the Republic, she knew she was joining a family. She didn’t know she’d meet the love of her life.

Returning home from a delivery run, Jannah finally puts the words to her feelings.

Drash x Jo

From The Book of Boba Fett

On the Dome - Boba Fett’s victory in Mos Espa must be celebrated. For Drash of the Mod Gang and Jo of Freetown, it is a perfect night to see if a few shared furtive glances actually amount to anything more than a pile of bantha poodoo.

The Armorer x OC

From The Mandalorian

Gloves Off - For the Star Wars Sapphic Week prompt: Hand Holding. The Armorer has a special someone. Not who you think, however.

Original Characters

From ...

How to Shed Orat in Four Phases - Star Wars AU, about two Rebellion members. It’s part a Zabrak cultural study, part ongoing love story. Happy ending. Always.

As the Water Wills -- Written for the Star Wars Rare Pair Exchange. Prompt: Original Downed Rebel Pilot / Original Farmer Who's Hiding them from the Authorities