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Dirty Jazz, Pretty Princess ⋯ Chap. Five: Higher Love
Finally, the next part to this story! As I explained on some of my other fics, I’ve been very busy with a lot of things, personal and with college, so I’m finally getting the chance to write fanfiction again! Hopefully I’ll be able to balance my schedule better this semester I hope you all enjoy!!! Chapter title comes from Higher Love by Odd Chap (Listen to it here!)
Pairing(s): Boba Fett/F!Reader; Fennec Shand & Reader; Fennec Shand & Boba Fett
Tags: Modern! AU, College! AU, Mafia/Crimeboss! AU, Smut, Like literally this is all smut, Dom/Sub dynamics, Daddy Kink, Spanking, Hair Pulling, Choking, Aftercare
Word Count: 2719
You were usually never the type to fuck on the first date. But gods above, this man did things to you. Caught up in the sweet haze of lust, you didn’t realize that the car had pulled up to the Fett mansion until Boba squeezed your hips and pulled away.
“How ‘bout we take this to the bedroom, princess,” Boba hummed in your ear. He gave your neck a quick kiss before opening his door. He quickly stepped out and extended a hand to help you out.
“We are not to be disturbed for the rest of the night,” Boba ordered his staff, who obediently nodded their heads. A thrill went up your spine, excited at the mere thought of spending the night with him.
An elbow gently nudged your arm; Fennec. She had the kind of smirk on her face that told you she knew where things were headed between you and Boba tonight. “Have fun, princess.” She winked at you playfully, and before you could even calculate some kind of response, she was off to her room.
But Fennec was no longer on your mind when Boba pulled you into his embrace and lifted you with ease into a bridal carry. Your hands curled into his chest as a light gasp slipped from your lips at the suddenness of the action.
Boba chuckled at your surprise, “Don’t fret, I’ve got you princess,” he squeezed your body in his arms comfortingly as he ascended the stairs to his room two at a time. You felt like you could have melted in his embrace. You nuzzled your face into his neck, kissing the skin that wasn’t covered by his dress shirt or jacket.
Soon enough, however, you were being dropped onto a bed. The mattress was firm beneath you but the feeling was eclipsed by the softness of the blankets. You had no time to look around the room you were in before Boba enveloped you into another kiss, and the rest of the world was long forgotten. His lips shifted to your neck, sucking hickeys into the delicate skin there. A needy whine escaped your lips at the feeling of him marking you; you had never felt this wanted, this possessed, before in your life. And hell, you craved it.
“Lift up, sweet girl,” He murmured against your neck, his hands pulling on the neckline of your dress, “I want this thing off.”
You arched your back off the bed, intending to unzip the dress yourself. But before you could even move your arm underneath you, Boba’s strong hand was already pulling down the zipper, and moving the singular strap down your arm.
Boba groaned upon seeing your nearly-nude form, the strapless bra and panty set you and Fennec decided on was clearly a good choice. Any nervousness you had before about Boba seeing you nude was far from your mind at the moment, as you felt completely devoured in his gaze.
You lost your breath once his lips made contact with your sternum, and he began kissing down to the seam of the bra. Without even trying to undo the straps, Boba ripped the bra off of your form, your breasts now exposed to the steamed air. If there wasn’t a waterfall between your thighs before, there definitely was now. You were beginning to feel like a dog in heat, that primal submissiveness overriding any kind of logic or reasoning.
“Daddy, please,” you whimpered, your head falling back against the fluffy satin pillows as he laved at a perky nipple. He had hardly touched you yet you were overwhelmed by his presence.
“What is it, pretty princess? What do you need from daddy, hm?” Boba cooed, his deep soothing rumble further sending you into that hazy state. You could hardly form a response. A jumble of whimpers and breathy moans taking the place of a coherent sentence.
A semblance of reality came back to you when you felt a hand at your throat. It was a light pressure. Boba was in no way choking you, but it brought you back down from the cloud of half-consciousness.
“What was that, Y/n?” he tilted your chin with his thumb, making you look at him. One of his perfect brows was raised in question and you never felt such an intense urge to kiss someone before that moment.
“I need you,” you whispered, not caring how desperate you sounded, “need you everywhere, Daddy.”
That smile; stars, he could kill you with that smile. “You need me everywhere, princess? I think you need to be more specific.”
His hand left its former place on your throat as his lips moved down your breasts and to your stomach. You whined, his teasing tone not making the situation in your underwear any better.
“You need me here, princess?” Boba questioned, his head rising as his hands groped at your tits. You inhaled sharply as you shook your head. He mock-frowned, leaning over your body so that you were face-to-face. His warm breath fanned over your very-heated cheeks as he teased you. “Well, where do you need me then? Hm? I can’t make you feel good if you don’t tell me what you need, little one.”
You whined, your head once again falling back against the pillows. Boba clicked his tongue, pulling your head back up to look at him. “C’mon Y/n, be good for me and tell Daddy what you really want.”
“Need you in my pussy, please,” you felt your face tingle as the sinful words escaped your lips before your anxiety could censor you. You certainly said the right words, as Boba let out the most gorgeous moan in response.
“Oh princess, that mouth you have,” he shook his head as he peppered kisses down your body, “If I wasn’t desperate to taste you I’d give you a good punishment for using such filthy language.” You shivered at that, your mind already supplying you fantasies of what such “punishments” could entail. You could only imagine what a man like Boba Fett was capable of.
You tensed slightly when you felt his lips on your inner thigh. He looked up at you from where he was; on his knees, your legs thrown over his strong, broad shoulders. He looked ravenous, but he stopped himself, wanting to make sure you were okay with what he was going to do next.
“Please keep going,” you encouraged him, “I’m sorry, no one’s ever done this for me before and–” The feeling of his lips sucking a hickey into the soft skin of your thigh pulled you from your nervous rambles.
“They don’t know what they’re missing, sweet girl,” he murmured, kissing the forming mark, “Let me take care of you, princess.”
Oh, he took care of you alright.
Boba practically moaned when his eyes finally fell upon your underwear, finding them almost entirely soaked through. “No wonder you’re so needy, princess,” he teased as he ripped the ruined fabric from you. When his mouth made contact with your wet, warm entrance, your head fell back at the sheer relief of stimulation. You had always wondered what oral felt like. You remember when your friends back home would discuss sex with their boyfriends, how weird it felt or how some just straight-up refused to perform oral. But this feeling, this feeling of Boba grasping your thighs and plunging his tongue, moaning and groaning at the taste, made all of their tales seem like fallacies.
Your hands went down to his head, fingers curling themselves into his short black locks. The curly coarseness helped ground you as Boba took your pleasure from you with his tongue.
“That’s it, good girl, keep taking it,” Boba praised while sliding one deliciously thick finger into your cunt. Your eyes rolled back into your skull and you whimpered. You didn’t want to cum this quickly, but your arousal was getting the better of you at this point.
You pushed on his head, whining as your crest was coming closer and closer. Boba removed his head from your center, looking up at you with raised eyebrows as he continued to pump a finger in and out of you. “What’s wrong, baby? Use your words,” he added when you only replied with little moans and whimpers.
“Gonna cum,” you squeaked, your voice unrecognizable to your own ears. Boba gave you a soft smile as he slid a second finger alongside the first, your nails digging into his scalp as a cry flew from your lips.
“You’re gonna cum, princess? Is that right?” his fingers started moving faster and faster. The pleasure was beginning to precipice. Your back arched and you practically screamed his name. “Don’t keep holding on baby, give in, I want to see you cum on my fingers, come on, let go Y/n,” his whispered permission and encouragement was all you needed to allow yourself to let go and soak his hand with your release.
You felt hazy. Sensations were starting to blur together. The whispered praise and kisses against your skin, the soft blankets beginning to get wet from sweat. It was in this hazy moment of your soul sliding back down into your body after reaching sexual nirvana you realized that no man would ever compare to Boba Fett. His kindness. His fierce protectiveness. His strength. His sex. He’s ruined you. In that moment, you were his, and you were content with that.
When you came back down, you pulled your head up and looked at him. He was still in his dress shirt and dress pants. You could see the bulge there practically pulsing, and the only thing on your mind was wanting to make him feel good just like how he made you feel good.
His large hands were massaging your thighs gently, his dark eyes looking at you with such affection you thought you could melt in their gaze. “That was good, wasn’t it princess?”
“Yes, Daddy,” you replied, your voice still pitchy and slightly rough, “Wanna make you feel good, please.” You pushed yourself up, desperately wanting to kiss him in that moment.
“You make me feel good by just being with me, little one,” Boba cupped your face, indulging you in a kiss for a moment before pulling away, “but right now, Daddy wants to claim what’s his.” As he spoke, a hand creeped down to cup your pussy possessively. The soft look in his eyes contrasted with his words and actions. Butterflies erupted in your stomach, that needy arousal coming back quicker than expected.
“Please,” you begged him, craning your neck to look up at him as he rose to hastily remove his clothes, “I wanna be yours Boba, only yours.”
Some of the buttons broke off from his shirt in his rush to take it off. His hands grasped at you, pulling you exactly where and how he wanted you. It was at this moment your eyes finally fell upon his cock. He was thick and long, and your pussy clenched at the thought that it was going in you in a matter of moments.
“You think you’re ready for me, princess?” Boba took your chin between his fingers, forcing your eyes away from his cock to look directly into his eyes. That softness they held moments before was eclipsed by the clouds of lust floating over the both of you.
“Yes Daddy,” you whimpered, “Please, I need you in me, please.”
The second he slid into you, it felt like the world turned on its axis. Boba groaned out a pleasured “Fuck,” and if you could form a coherent word, you’d agree with him. But for now, a wordless cry would have to suffice. He continued to slowly push in, savoring the feeling of your pussy hugging him tightly. When he bottomed out, his forehead fell against yours as you both caught your breaths.
“So fucking good to me,” Boba growled, “So tight, so obedient. You’re my perfect little princess, aren’t you Y/n?”
The whine you let out was primal and needy, words still unable to be put together in your pleasure-addled mind.
The hand wrapping around your throat and the hand slapping at your ass quickly brought you to coherence. “I want words, little one. Tell me you’re my perfect little princess, Y/n.”
“Yes!” You cried, “ ‘m your perfect little princess Boba!” You gasped out a loud “Daddy!” As he started a quick, rough pace at your agreement. His groans and growls were music to your ears, and you harmonized with your own moans and howls of pleasure as he pummeled into you.
In and out and in and out, he moved with such vigor and continued to steal your breath as he barked praises for you in between groans. You weren’t sure how it was possible, but a second orgasm was already coming upon you, so much quicker than the last. And also unlike the last, you couldn’t hold yourself back, the pleasure completely catching you off-guard you nearly screamed. Your entire being was fuzzy, soul leaving your body as Boba fucked you through it.
“Good fucking girl, soak my cock princess,” he growled, a hand going down to rub at your clit. You whimpered at the continual stimulation as you pulsed around him, your orgasm extended. “That’s it, keep taking it, that’s a good girl.”
Boba showed no signs of slowing down as he continued to fuck you. Even when flipping you around so that your ass was in the air, he didn’t stutter in the slightest. He just kept pounding away in the same staccato rythm. Your voice was incredibly hoarse by now, your noises reverting to lame whimpers. Meanwhile, Boba was getting louder, his praises spilling unhindered from his lips. He praised you for everything. For how beautiful you were. How your pussy wrapped around his cock like you were made for him. How well you behaved at the ball. How submissive you were in this moment. How your ass bounced as he thrust into you. He slapped your ass a few times, your pleasured whines driving him to do it even more, making your ass as red as an apple.
Soon enough, you were cumming for the third time. And now, Boba was not far behined. He cummed with a groan of your name, and you sighed as you felt it jet in you. Good thing you had an implant. Boba remained there for a moment, rubbing your ass to soothe the tingling. He then pulled out, and you whimpered, your fingers curling into the sheets below you. A few moments later, you felt a cool rag wiping your entrance. You tensed and gasped, but Boba hushed you, leaning over your body to kiss your neck. Once he was done, you flopped down to the bed, feeling exhausted from the night’s activities. Boba chuckled at you, lightly slapping your ass. You responded with a pleased hum into the blankets.
“I’m hoping that was as good for you as it was for me,” Boba murmured as he laid down beside you, pulling you into his embrace. You nuzzled your face into his chest, a smile growing.
“Gods Boba, it was incredible,” you peered up to see his soft smile, it made your chest flutter again.
“I didn’t go too far?” He asked as he soothingly stroked your back, and you shook your head, “No, you were perfect.”
He kissed your forehead tenderly, “Good. The last thing I want to do is hurt or scare you. I’d like to establish a safeword system. For next time.”
You shivered at the idea of “next time.” You yawned before you could respond, sleepiness beginning to take over. “Is it okay if we talk about it in the morning? I feel like I could pass out any second.”
Boba chuckled again, pulling the blankets out from under the both of you so they could cover you. “Of course, sweetheart,” your lips met again, and you sighed at how tender the kiss was. Oh this man and his dualities. Harsh and rough one moment, sweet and tender another.
“G’night,” you mumbled as you snuggled deeper into his embrace, and you hardly registered his lips on your forehead before you were dragged into the trenches of sleep.
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To Be Alone
Request sent by @anilynworlds:Hi ! I’d very much like to submit a request. Darth Vader x Fem!Reader where they’re long time partner. Urgent, rough, impatient sex after a long, too long separation (something they aren’t used to). Thank you very much if you accept (because they aren’t enough people writing for Vader ❤)
Of course!! Vader is such an interesting character to write for these reader-inserts to me. Thank you so much for sending this request!
Relationship(s): Darth Vader/F!Reader
Tags: Smut, Rough Sex, Choking, Spanking, Dirty Talk, Restraints, Inappropriate Use of the Force, Artificial Penis, Robodick, Fluff, Song: To Be Alone (Hozier)
Mustufar was loud. Lava was always moving, something on the planet always erupting. It was hauntingly beautiful at points, dreadfully annoying at others. Like now, when you were trying desperately to sleep.
Of course, it didn’t help that your beloved was away, going on four cycles on some mission for the emperor. Usually, you were allowed to accompany him for most of the things the emperor asked of him, but not this time. It appeared to be top-secret, and even at your high rank, you didn’t know what it was about.
The bed felt barren without Vader. You were so used to his presence that it felt lonely laying in the large bed built for two.
You could recognize the screech of a TIE fighter anywhere, and your body shot up at the noise. Running to the window, a smile slipped up to your lips. He’s home.
You throw on a robe and slide into your slippers. Your night clothes weren’t the most glamorous, but it would have to do. You needed to see him now.
The annoying clack to your slippers echoed in the silent hallways, all the staff in Vader’s palace asleep, aside from the guards at the front of the palace.
It was like a breath of fresh air, seeing your beloved again. He was ridged in his posture, as always, and thankfully there appeared to be no injuries. He relaxed slightly when he saw you, breathing out your name and accepting your hug graciously.
His armor was cold to the touch, and you inhaled sharply before speaking.
“I missed you,” you whispered.
“And I you, my star,” Vader rested his helm against yours, “What are you doing up at this hour?”
“I couldn’t sleep,” you reply, “You know how I get when you aren’t in bed with me.”
You could hear the chuckle in his eternally low tone, “Yes, I do know how you get. I’m sorry it took me this long to come home to you.”
“You’re home now, and that’s what matters.” You kissed his mask where his lips would be. smiling at him.
Vader’s hands fell to your waist for a moment, then began a sneaking, slow descent to your ass. Once his gloved hands groped at you, he murmured as low as he could.
“Why don’t we go to bed, love?”
An excited thrill ran up your spine. You nodded. Vader let his helmet fall down to your forehead. You were able to relish in the intimacy of it for a moment before Vader pulled you up over his shoulder. You gasped at the sudden movement, your fingers curling into his armor as he carried you back to the bedroom.
“I am not going to be gentle with you tonight, my star,” Vader rumbled, “I intend to show you how much I longed for you while I was away.”
“Please show me,” you were begging already, feeling that sharp tingle of arousal in your gut.
“I will give you everything, do not fret,” Vader’s gloved arm pinning your waist to his shoulder squeezed you reassuringly as he arrived at the bedroom, quickly slamming his hand on the open button.
The second the door swished open he had you on the bed, using the force to close the door and lock it behind him.
“You will be good for me and follow my every command, won’t you?” Vader cooed, sliding his gloved hand teasingly up and down your face, from cheek to temple to cheek again.
“Yes, my lord,” you replied breathlessly, and your night clothes were torn off you in an instant. You inhaled sharply, being suddenly bare in the chilly room. Vader hushed you, moving his now-warm, leather-clad hands up and down your nude form. It was light, teasing touches that drove you mad with desire. You wanted in that moment to grab his hands and pin him down and take your pleasure from him. And he knew it, too. He knew every dirty thought going through your mind at that moment. But when you wanted to move your arms, you felt the heavy weight of the force holding you down. You couldn’t move even if you wanted to, just how he liked it.
“Stay still, my star,” Vader lightly slapped the inside of your thigh, “I will take care of us both.”
Your mouth watered at the sight of his cock, hard and ready. It was artificial, yes, but it didn’t feel that way. It was warm, and it always filled you up. Just like now, as Vader didn’t wait another moment, sliding into your wet heat. Your head fell back. You missed this, this feeling of wholeness, of love. A moan escaped your lips as a relentless pace was set, a gloved hand flying to your throat forcing you to look at him.
“That’s right, look at me while I take what is mine, sweet one,” Vader growled, squeezing your throat and making you see stars with every thrust. Your whole body shivered and quaked under the unyielding pleasure pulsing through your veins. Everything was too much, but all you could do was cry out and stare at the man bringing all of these heavenly sensations to you.
Each of your mewls and moans was met with grunted praise from Vader as he relentlessly pounded in and out of you. He was truly taking what he wanted out of you, and you allowed yourself to be plundered by this powerful warrior seeking the bounty of bliss. You were his and only his. You knew this very well, but Vader enjoyed reminding you of that fact, especially after a mission that kept him away longer than he liked.
“You are so good for me, my star,” Vader groaned, “let go, let go for me, I want to feel you–”
You cried his name as that pleasure crested like a tsunami, crashing over and seizing your senses. Vader moaned. He quickly dove in after you, head-first into the sea of overwhelming bliss. His helmet came to rest on your forehead, his breathing labored.
“I love you,” he whispered, almost as if he were afraid to say it. Like it would bring about some unforeseen curse. It was only in these times of emotional vulnerability he would say those words.
You held him tight to your body as you repeated the incantation, feeling as though your hearts were beating as one as the pleasure receded.
“We will never be apart for that long again,” Vader murmured as he slowly grinded his softening cock into you, “I promise.”
“I’ll hold you to it, darling,” you replied, kissing the cheeks of his helmet.
You moved your legs slightly, as if to pull away, and Vader’s hands grabbed them instantly.
“Did I say I was done with you?” He questioned.
“N-no,” you stuttered.
“That’s right, I still have lost time to make up for, my love. And I intend to make up for every moment I was away.”
Sleep wasn’t coming tonight. And Mustafar’s volcanoes aren’t to blame.
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Adore You
Wow!!!! A written work!!!!! I’m so sorry it’s been so long!! Turns out being a Creative Writing Major doesn’t give you a whole lot of time to write independent of the class, at least in my ADHD brain I’ve also been going through some things personally that have made it hard to be motivated to write on Winter Break, but here’s something that I’m finally able to put out!! And of course, my grand return is featuring my favorite Mauldalorian, Gar!!! *This is separate from Verburyc!!!!*
Pairing(s): Gar Saxon/F!Reader; M!Mauldalorian/F!Reader
Tags: Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Self-Consciousness, Crying, Secret Crush, Keldabe Kiss, Surprise Kiss, Fluff
It was a cloudy day in Sundari. Usually, the weather was picture perfect. Warm, sometimes hot, only cold once the sun dipped past the horizon. But today it looked like it could have rained. The clouds shielded the sun from view, giving the city a biting chill to the dry desert air. Gar liked to stand on the balconies of the Sundari palace after a good work out, staring out at the city he hasn’t been in since childhood, since Clan Saxon was exiled along with the rest of House Vizsla all those years ago.
Today, after Gar’s usual mid-morning work-out, he expected to find his usual balcony abandoned. But instead, he saw you.
You were like spice to him. Even just looking at your back, Gar could feel his chest heating up, and a small smile come to his face. He would go out of his way to speak to you at least once a day, just to relieve that burning desire to be around you all the time.
But you weren’t his, and it hurt Gar every time he saw you with the one that had swept you off your feet.
Gar’s pleasure at the sight of you was halted once his ears picked up on a quiet sniffle, and his blood ran cold.
You were crying.
“Y/n?” His voice was unusually tentative.
Your head whipped around, tear tracks running down your gorgeous face, eyes red and puffy.
“Hey Gar,” you tried and failed to clear your cracking throat as more tears slipped from your eyes, “interesting weather we’re having, huh?”
You look down, chuckling at your own failed attempt at trying to mask the hurt you were no doubt feeling inside.
Your breath hitched when you felt his arms wrap around your trembling frame, pulling you to his chest.
“You don’t have to hide your feelings from me,” he murmured, “please, tell me what’s wrong?”
Gar could feel you swallow harshly, “Bev, he…” you inhaled, and Gar could feel tears starting to land on his shirt.
“He said that he didn’t like the look of me… without my armor.” Your voice began trembling, and Gar only held you tighter.
“I… I’ve tried to get my b-ody to l-look a bit more ‘toned,’ but no matter how m-much I work out, my stomach doesn’t g-go away,” your tears were coming profusely, “A-and f-for a wh-while I g-grew to love h-how my body l-looked, b-but B-bev told m-me I wasn’t t-trying hard enough, a-and no Mandalorian w-would e-ever be attracted to m-me.”
Gar felt his own tears welling up, clutching you to him like he would lose you if he let go. “Oh, cyar'ika…”
“M-maybe he’s right,” you whimper, “maybe…”
“No,” Gar whispered, “No, he’s wrong. He’s so wrong, Yn. Look at me, cyar'ika.”
He pulled away from you, cupping your face to make you look at him. Your eyes shimmered with tears, a few more slipping out. They were quickly swiped away by Gar’s thumbs.
“Y/n, you are stunning. Anyone who would get the chance to see all of your beauty would be blessed by the stars, and that di'kut is cursed for turning away from you.”
He smiled down at you, before pressing his forehead against yours. “Gar cuyir mesh'la,” he sighed, “bid mesh'la.”
“Gar…” you whispered. Gar hoped he wasn’t pushing the bounds of your friendship with this keldabe, but at the same time, you weren’t pulling away either.
Gar felt his heart stutter in his chest when two soft hands cupped his cheeks. You pulled away from the keldabe, smiling sadly at him.
“I’ve had feelings for you for quite a while,” you began, your voice slowly returning to normal, “I wasn’t sure if you felt the same, and you are a superior officer…”
“Y/n,” Gar interrupted you, “I adore you. I try to see you at least once a day because you bring so much light to my life, even just looking at you.”
“You always make my day better too, Gar.”
You look down. “I’m sorry that I didn’t act on my feelings, I didn’t realize…”
“It’s okay cyar'ika, we both know now and we’re here together, that’s what matters.” He stroked your cheek, and nearly lost his mind when you leaned into his touch.
“I… I’m not sure I’m ready to jump into another relationship,” you say suddenly, and you were inhaling as if to explain yourself in one go, but Gar hushed you.
“I understand, Y/n. You need time to process everything that’s happened with Bev. I will be here with you every step of the way, and when you’re ready, we can proceed whichever way our relationship takes us, okay?”
In barely a blink of an eye, Gar felt your lips on his, with your arms thrown around his neck. He gasped, letting his arms fall down to your waste and his eyes closed, embracing the softness of your love.
You pulled away soon after, smiling up at him. “Thank you, Gar.” He saw more tears well up in your eyes, this time of happiness.
“Anything for you, cyar'ika,” he replied, relishing in the feeling of his hands on your waist.
It was then that he felt you shiver, and the unusual chill of the Sundari air hit him at last.
“C'mon, you’re shaking, let’s go inside. I can make us some hot teas in my quarters?” Gar suggested.
“I would love that,” you respond, leaning into Gar’s embrace as the two of you walked through the Sundari palace, bits of sun cracking through the clouds.
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Burns and Brass Knuckles— Chapter One
This is the first longfic I’ve written that is explicitly canon character x oc centric! I originally intended to write this as an x reader, but I couldn’t get anywhere with it. Every time I got to writing our bounty hunter, I just froze. I wanted to characterize and describe her in certain ways that just weren’t possible when writing something as vague as a reader-insert. This is also my first real attempt at a slowburn so I hope this is good. To the first chapter of probably many!
Relationship(s): Black Krrsantan & Original Female Bounty Hunter; Original Female Bounty Hunter & Other Original Characters
Warnings: Imperial/Rebellion Era; Alcohol consumption, Slight sexual harassment, Canon-typical violence, Death, Smoking, Slight non-sexual nudity
Word Count: 1,372
The only place where a wookie could blend in is Kashyyk. But Krrsantan can’t go back to Kashyyyk. Thus, he is eternally burdened with being an outsider, an other. The horrifying beast sitting in the back of a cantina that everyone stares at and treads lightly around. But Krrsantan doesn’t care. He’s grown numb to the gazes of others, especially after his days in the pits. And after all, bounty hunters are bound to get stares.
He could tell she was a bounty hunter the minute she entered the cantina; the dual blasters hanging around her waist were a dead giveaway. Her black hair was pulled back in a braid that reached down to the middle of her back. The worn black wampa leather jacket shone in the muted light of the bar as she sat down, the wedge heels of her battle boots instantly locking into the little bar on the cantina stool. Her gaze traveled around the room, calculated and analytical. When her eyes fell upon Krrsantan, she paused for a millisecond, then continued her scan of the room. To the average cantina patron, her eyes kept moving, but the wookie picked up on her miniscule surprised pause. She clearly wasn’t anticipating another hunter being in the same sector as her. Krrsantan wondered briefly if there were two bounties hiding out on the same skughole, but the chance of that was slim to none.
She called the rodian bartender over to order a drink, and he made it for her quickly. It was a blueish-purple concoction, and Krrsantan could only guess what was in it. Probably a mix of spotchka, Corellian whiskey, and maybe some Naboo wine, judging by the colors. She spun the drink around in the glass before taking a sip. Her movements were elegant yet purposeful. As she spun her drink, she leaned back to spare a quick glance at him, and Krrsantan noticed. He tilted his head and shifted his hands on the table; letting the brass knuckles shine in the low cantina light. She noticed the movement, and straightened her posture, one of her hands leaving the counter, and likely landing on a blaster. She nodded her head to the door, the unanimous we’ll talk outside known by every seasoned hunter.
She moved to finish her drink, the glass hardly touching her lips when one of the cantina’s patrons approached her, a zabrak. Krrsantan had been keeping an eye on him, as he had already started trouble earlier in the night, and the nautolan owner of the establishment had nearly kicked the skinny womp rat out for trying to get a rise out of a very drunk Devorian. The zabrak leaned against the bar, flashing the woman a flirtatious grin.
“Hey sweetheart,” the zabrak started, his words slightly slurred, “what’s a pretty gem like you doing in a skughole like this?”
The woman huffed, hardly giving the zabrak a glance as she continued drinking what was in her glass. The zabrak, in response, tilted his head at her. “What’s so funny, girlie?”
She finally looked at him as she finished the last of her drink, settling the glass onto the counter. “Where’d you get that one, a book?”
The definitely-not-sober zabrak suddenly grew angry, pushing himself up to get in her face, his hands balled into fist. The woman didn’t flinch. “I was tryin’ to be nice to ya’, but if you’re gonna be a bitch, I might as well take–”
The zabrak didn’t finish his sentence.
Krrsantan didn’t see her reach for one of her blasters, but he saw the flash, and the zabrak crumbled to the dusty ground, the wooden floor adding another blood stain to its collection. The cantina grew silent and still, all eyes on the woman.
She flashed the owner a grin, her shoulders shrugging apologetically. “Sorry ‘bout that Nula. Here,” she tossed a sack of credits onto the counter, “hope this’ll pay for any damages, and my drink.”
Nula shook her head, trying to suppress a grin, “Keep shooting my clientele and I’ll call the Empire in, Vexin.”
“Vexin” only laughed. She stood from her seat, gave Krrsantan a poignant look, and stepped out of the cantina.
Krrsantan had to admit, she intrigued him. He’s heard the name “Vexin” in passing when he had to interact with other bounty hunters in the past. She’s a younger guild member. Some called her a “pretentious upstart,” but some praised her competence, and Krrsantan definitely witnessed it moments before. Grunting, he walked up to the counter and dropped his own stack of credits next to hers, and followed out as the chatter of the cantina continued on as if nothing happened.
He found her leaning against the wall just outside the cantina, lighting up a cigarra. She took a huff, inhaling deep before exhaling. The bitter smoke faintly hit his nose.
“Nice to finally meet the legendary Krrsantan,” Vexin said, craning her head to look the wookie in the eyes, “‘Was a big fan of your gladiator career.”
Krrsantan nodded, “Heard much of you as well, Vexin.”
Her lip curled up in a smirk, “Oh really? Well I hope what you heard is good,” she took another huff of the cigarra, “What’re you doing here?”
“Bounty,”was the wookie’s response. “I assume that is what you are here for as well.”
“You assume right, though Nula’s drinks are some of the best in the parsec.” She rested her head against the wall, the smirk fading into a determined frown. “Look, I know you aren’t guild, Krrsantan, but I respect you. You stay out of my way, and I stay out of yours. Deal?”
“Deal,”he agreed. Vexin grinned, flicking the cigarra to the ground, a battle boot smothering the embers to dust.
She pushed herself off the wall, giving Krrsantan one last look before she turned around. “Good luck on your hunt, though I’m sure you don’t need it.”
Krrsantan growled out at acknowledgement. “You too, Vexin,” he said, though only in his head.
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Ria Vexin collapsed on the inn bed, the blasters’ holsters still slung around her waist slap mutely against the Tauntaun fur blankets. The hidden vibroblades dug against the skin of her arm. That was Black Krrsantan. TheBlack Krrsantan. The legend. Her teenage self would’ve squealed and asked for his autograph. But she had to push away the awe of seeing an icon. She’d been on this planet for nearly two standard months tracking her target; A Bonthan businessman that owed money to the wrong people. A freelance player like Krrsantan being here worried her; the chance of two different marks hiding out in the same sector was slim to none. And if the client contracted the Guild and a freelancer… there was going to be trouble.
Ria shook her head and looked out the window at the quiet streets of the town, the usually starry sky obscured by fluffy clouds. Two people were walking down the near-empty streets, their laughter ringing through the brick walls of the room. Her gloved hands trembled, and she reached into her jacket pocket for a cigarra and light. She slid open the window, holding the unlit cigarra between her first two fingers, the flash of fire shooting adrenaline in her veins. As Ria inhaled, she put her mind at ease. No matter what happened, whether or not the wookie was going for the same bounty, she would come out on top. She’s survived in this business for seventeen years, and she wasn’t going to turn tail now. The smooth exhale of gray smoke provided a rush of calm, any anxiety soothed down into her gut. She inhaled and exhaled until the only thing left of the cigarra was a burning, ashy stub. She held it between her fingers for a moment, unflinching of the searing pain on her fingertips.
When the burning was gone, Ria flicked the dead stub out the window and rubbed the remaining ash between her fingers. She pulled the window down again, and methodically removed her weapons and laid them out on the dresser. And when she was left in only her tank top and underwear, she pulled out her braid, and let sleep take over.
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Burns and Brass Knuckles—Series Masterlist
The only place where a wookie could blend in is Kashyyk. But Krrsantan can’t go back to Kashyyyk. Thus, he is eternally burdened with being an outsider, an other. The horrifying beast sitting in the back of a cantina that everyone stares at and treads lightly around. But Krrsantan doesn’t care. He’s grown numb to the gazes of others, especially after his days in the pits. And after all, bounty hunters are bound to get stares.
He could tell she was a bounty hunter the minute she entered the cantina.
*Content Warnings in each individual chapter*
2. Chapter Two
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Yes, Commander
I’ve had this idea in my head for a good long while, and now I’m finally getting the chance to write a one-shot for one of my favorite ladies, Rook Kast. Part Two
Relationship(s): Rook Kast/F!Reader
Tags: Mandalorian Culture, Secret Crushes, Dom/Sub dynamics, Suggestive content, Fluff
You were cleaning your blasters when the alarm rang. Cleaning your blasters was something that was ingrained into your morning routine. And if you weren’t cleaning them, you were shooting at targets at the range. Blasters were a central part of your life, and not just because you were a Mandalorian. They brought you a sense of joy you couldn’t describe. A lot of the soldiers in your unit, and even outside of your unit, come to you when there’s issues with their blasters, and you can find the root cause every time. You know every blaster model name, their maker, their parts and how they work. Your knowledge is endless, and you love looking into all of the new blasters being manufactured every year.
However, your life cannot revolve around blasters, and shooting them or working on fixing them. Sometimes, you need to do other things. Like eat. Or train. Or make it to role on time. Which now, looking at that alarm, made you realize you were going to be late.
Shitshitshityour thoughts race as you hurriedly put your armor together, holstering the blasters you were just cleaning, and rushing out the door. You jammed your helmet on your head as you ran through the palace’s halls to the third training room, where you were due to report for your Commander’s instructions.
You were only three minutes late, thank the Ka'ra. And even more luckily, Commander Kast only gives you a quick glance while giving today’s orders.
Haran, she’s beautiful. It was so easy for you to get lost in her eyes, blue as a clear morning day. As powerful as a raging river. You wished there was a way to get her attention, to notice you in a way that wasn’t just being late to role again, or how you still definitely need more work on hand-to-hand combat, but you would never admit it because it’s embarrassing and you know you should be better, and she probably despises you for being so bad at it–
“Private L/N,” Commander Kast called your name sharply, “please stay behind, I would like to have a wordwith you.”
Your back straightened, the automatic “yes, commander” slipping out. Your anxious thoughts made you zone out, like usual, and you missed what her instructions for the unit were. Haar'chak.
As your fellow soldiers left the room, overwhelming panic ambushed your mind, filling it with what ifs and reminders of how terrible of a soldier you were, how she must hate you and that you were a horrible Mandalorian and that you weren’t worthy to even be a part of the Supercommandos.
Before Commander Kast could condemn you, words began falling out of your mouth as you took off your helmet, “Commander, I am so so sorry for being late today, I got distracted cleaning my blasters and I didn’t realize the time. I promise I’ll get better with keeping track of time, it’s still something I’ve been working on since I was a youngling, and–”
“Slow down Y/n,” Commander Kast touched your shoulder, “That’s not what I was going to talk about. I was going to ask why I haven’t seen you in the combat training room during the hours I assigned your squad there.”
Your breath hitched slightly, and you chuckled, rubbing your neck. “I… well, I was at the shooting range practicing with my new SHEVLA-22. It’s such a good rifle, the name fits really well. It could definitely be used for stealth missions if Lord Maul has CC mass produce them for The Collective…”
You stopped. You closed your eyes, cringing at how fast a sentence can turn into a ramble. Commander Kast doesn’t care about your affinity for blasters, you were blatantly caught not following orders. Opening your eyes again, you catch a small smirk on her definitely soft lips. Today, they were sunset colored, that’s the best way you could describe them. It looked like the color of the sky during a Mandalorian sunset. Stunning and regal, just like her.
“You know, you’re pretty cute when you ramble like that, sen'ika.”
If your face didn’t feel hot before, it was steaming now. You had to resist the urge to drop your helmet on the floor and cover your face with your hands. She called you cute, oh Ka'ra she called you cute. It’s over. You could get shot through your beskar and die right now and you would die happy. And sen'ika? Little Bird? You were right about to explode in this strange feeling of excitement, anxiety, and embarrassment.
“T-thank you, Commander,” you hardly managed to stutter out. You looked away from her, trying to regain any sense of control on your wildly beating heart.
But before your body could even relax, a gloved hand captured your chin. Commander Kast was still wearing that smirk on her lips, and you had to convince yourself that wasn’t a hint of lust in her stunning eyes. There was no way…
“You look at me when I speak to you. Is that understood, sen'ika?”
Your breath hitched, “Yes, Commander.”
She grinned at you, “Good girl, now put down your helmet and get on your knees for me.”
Your eyes widened and your body shivered. And without question, you followed her orders to the T.
“Good girl,” she repeated once you were kneeling at her feet. You shivered again. Those words slipping from her lips was your salvation. Commander Kast placed her helmet down next to yours. There was no doubt that there was lust sparkling in those icy eyes, and your heart was ready to burst out of your chest. This is real.She sees you.She wants you like how you want her.
“I wonder,” she thought aloud, cupping your face in her gloved hand, the rough bantha-leather caressing your cheeks grounding you to reality. “Why it is that you listen to me so eagerly now, sen'ika?”
Your face heats in embarrassment as she continues. “Is it because we’re alone, hm? Just the two of us in this grand room, no one to interrupt your longing?” she gives you a fond smile, “Oh, I see how you look at me Y/n, even with that helmet on your head, I see you.”
“I-I’m sorry Commander–” you could hardly get out any kind of coherent apology before a leather thumb slid into your mouth, silencing you.
“Hush,” she chides you as your eyes widen, “No apologizing. You are safe with me, sen’ika.”
You melt into her touch, “Thank you, Commander,” you whisper against her thumb.
“Good girl,” she removes her thumb from your mouth, “Unfortunately, I have a meeting with Lord Maul in fifteen minutes. Stand up.”
You rose to your feet. She turned away from you to grab her helmet, “Go to the training room and meet up with your unit, is that understood Y/n?”
“Yes Commander,” you stood straighter, your face set in your soldier gaze. Stern. Emotionless.
Which quickly broke when a set of lips met with yours. Your eyes were wide then closed and embraced the kiss. They were soft, just like you imagined they were.
“Come to my quarters at oh-four hundred, understood?” she ordered in a low rumble that made you feel hot in all the right places.
“Yes Commander,” you replied, breathless.
She smiled, cupping your face briefly before putting on her helmet once again and turned to leave the room. She halted right at the door, turning back around, “You can call me Rook, when it’s just the two of us, Y/n.”
You smiled, “Okay, Rook. Have a good day and see you later.”
You imagined she was smiling under her helmet as she nodded silently and exited the room, leaving you in a blissful stun. After a moment or two of just standing there like a decommissioned droid, your brain finally rebooted, and you grabbed your helmet and sprinted towards the training gym. Hopefully you won’t get too caught up in daydreaming. Oh-four hundred can’t come fast enough.
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So, I knew Temuera Morisson had an album for a while, but I haven’t given it a listen until today, and oh my gods. I’m obsessed. His voice is heaven in my ears. It’s also triggered something in me that made me want to write a little blurb for Run Away with Me. Enjoy, all. (Also, I’m planning on editing RAWM again so get ready to see it again ^-^)
Warning(s): none. This is pure fluff.
Can’t Help Falling in Love
Your tired sigh echoed loud in your ears as you tucked Kathrine into bed, brushing wild strands of hair away from her face. Today had been hard for her, and for you as well. You hadn’t taken a padawan before while you were in the order, but you were always good with children. So, you had assumed that teaching would come naturally for you. But Kitty, being a child, was not taking to meditation very well. She wanted to run around with Jaster, like she did before she decided to train in the ways of the force. You had been firm with her, trying to center her emotions, but she just wasn’t having it, throwing a terrible fit in the process. You were in a sour mood the rest of the day, letting her go and play as you tended to your youngest.
You smiled down at your sleeping daughter. Once the Jedi had left your homestead, she begged you to learn, her soft eyes shining in child-like wonder. You knew she had it in her to be a good Jedi, but she didn’t have the discipline of the younglings at the temple. You would have a serious talk about her behavior in the morning, but that was for the morning.
You felt his eyes on you as you kissed the top of her head. You turned to face him as you pulled away, his gorgeous dark eyes shining in the low lamp light of Kathrine’s room. The sleeves of his shirt were rolled up, his arms crossed across his broad chest as he leaned against the door frame.
“You know how gorgeous you look with our children, cyar'ika?” he rumbled lowly, and you couldn’t stop the smile spreading to your face as your heart ran circles in your chest.
You shook your head as you stood from the bed, turning off the light and walking up to your riduur. “You flatter, my love. Is everyone asleep?”
“They are,” Jango nodded, his hands falling to your waist, “It’s just us now, jett'ika.”
Your lips give a quick peck to his, “This is a rare occurrence,” you smile up at him, “how are we going to use it?”
“I had a little plan,” he smiled back. His hands lift from your waist to take your hands, quietly shutting Kitty’s door and guiding you out to the kitchen. The lights were dimmed, and on the table was a bouquet of local flowers, and two slices of chocolate cake.
“I saw how hard a time Kathrine was giving you,” Jango murmured as his arms went around your waist, his head nuzzling into the crook of your neck, “ ‘knew I had to get you something to cheer you up, princess.”
“Jango,” you turned in his arms, pressing your forehead to his, “You’re too good to me.”
“You’re the one who’s too good to me, Y/n,” he replied, kissing your forehead. One hand left your body to click a button on the holoplayer, and a soft love song began playing.
Jango swayed you around to the tune, murmuring the words low in your ear as he held you to his chest. You closed your eyes in bliss. Everything would be okay, with your love, your riduur by your side.
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Listening to Temuera’s album and having domestic thoughts about Jango, more at 11.
