#duros x you

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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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[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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The Wild Loth Cat

For today's Bounty Hunter Week entry i had the honour of working with the amazing @heumilch again. We brainstormed together and she supplied incredible ideas and artwork while I researched and wrote little companion pieces to her art.

See the full picture of todays art piece here.

Not sure about the referenced tattoo art? More information here.

CN smut, biting, rough sex monster something something angst (Bane), Dom-sub vibes, blood, bodily harm, street clothes on bed (heumilch tagging this as violence)

note: this happens at some point between chapter 2 and 5 of the hat collection series

She was eager and impatient.

Must have been a stressful work night - he thought as she tried to push him against the wall of the Justifier's cockpit.

Cute.

Cad Bane retaliated by lifting her up to put her on the frame of the control board of his ship.

“Looks like you missed me, lil’ lady“ he snarled.

She grinned playfully and hooked one of her fingers behind his right breathing tube to drag him closer.

He complied willingly and leaned in to kiss her.

He had missed this.

Been too long since he had passed through the system and saw her.

She whined in protest into his kiss as he took his time while caressing her, feeling her warm human skin.

“Cad” she panted and gasped for air “You might have a stress free cushy job without annoying customers. But I don’t. I don’t have your patience tonight.”

He growled in amusement.

If she only knew.

“Impatient lil’ loth cat” He chided as he grabbed her and threw her over his shoulder to carry her his bunk.

She chuckled and scratched over his back strong enough for him to feel it through his clothes as he moved to his quarters deeper into the ship.

Kriffing minx knew how to work him.

He threw her onto the mattress of his bunk as soon as he got into the little room. She turned towards him with excitement in her eyes.

They had done this before.

Many times now.

Bane couldn't get enough of her as he gazed down at her and how she kneeled on his bed.

Returning to this backwater planet countless times now to see this.

He kicked off his boots and loosened the breathing tubes, feeling her hot gaze on him as he took off his shirt.

“What’s that?” She got up and stepped closer, her fingers touching his chest and tracing the lines on his blue skin.

He froze.

I can’t tell her.

“I wanted to ask before but we were always kind of busy.” Her pretty mouth turned into a cheeky smile, biting on her lips. 

He growled, catching her hands.

“It ain’t the moment now. We’re busy.”

He pushed her back onto the bed, fixing her hands over her head as he followed her onto the bunk.

She was trapped under him, resisting playfully against him.

“I am fine being this busy instead, Cad.” she teased.

With his free hand he reached down, touching her belly and sliding further down and under her clothes. She purred at the sensation of his slightly colder fingers dancing on her hot skin. Bane felt the waistband of her pants and fumbled for the buttons before finally feeling the touch of her lacy underwear. 

Of course it was lacy. As much as she was practical in her appearance, Bane had discovered that the lil lady may be very much a delicate lady in her own right as much as she was an unruly tooka, clawing at his back if he’d let her.

Unceremoniously he pushed down her pants and underwear before placing his hand over her slit and looking up.

She stared at him with her usual amused defiance, a soft mockery smile on her lips.

“What are you waiting for?” she teased, slightly fighting his grip on her still fixed arms.

He groaned and moved his free hand down.

Fascinated he watched her reaction, her eyes going from wide and awake to an unfocused haze as he slid through her wet core and circled her clit with his thumb. Her lips went from defiant and teasing to slightly agape and lost.

“Not much to say now.” he hissed, loving her gasps and groans as she struggled to reply in coherent words.

“U-hu.”

She huffed in surprise as he slowly inserted a finger and he watched her with smugness as he pushed her closer to the edge with his hand reaching deep into her, while hissing into her ear: “You like that, huh?”

She nodded and lifted her chin, revealing her throat.

Bane growled.

The predatory instinct in him rejoiced at the display of submissiveness. She had submitted it to him, had given him an easy way to bite and kill if he wanted.

A more rational part of him doubted that she knew what it meant for Duros, that she had done it unintentionally. She was just a human after all.

He indulged nevertheless.

Her skin tasted amazing as he licked it - salty. He bared his teeth nearly instantly and bit her in the shoulder, avoiding her carotid this way. She cried out in surprise, her body seizing up instinctually from the pain but he had fixed her on the bed with his hand and body weight.

It was just a small bite with no force behind it. He did not dare to put more pressure into it, to tear off, to let go and give into instinct. He felt her little human body beneath him, her heart beating up and adding to the thrill of it, making it nearly too much not to…

He moved off her and let go of her.

She stayed on the bunk, only looking at him in surprise as he sat next to her to collect his thoughts.

“Are you okay?” her voice washed over him like cold water. She was the one bleeding from her shoulder, not him. Yet she was the one asking him. He cursed internally at his own inattentiveness and nodded. 

“Yeah, you?”

She sat up and smiled instead of an answer.

“We don't have to do this, Cad.” she said. “We could just-”

She leaned forward and caressed his back, looking at him with those eyes full of life, wit and care?

Bane growled and grabbed her.

“You want this?” he hissed as he turned her and pressed her onto her knees, her head down and her caring eyes away from him.

She moaned in agreement, again displaying her damn throat to him and smelling to kriffing delicious. One day she was going to be the death of him with her pursed lips and her smell and her eyes.

Bane shuffled out of his pants and gripped his member, lining himself up and pushing inside of her. It was a harsh thrust. He saw her gripping the bedding as she gasped and moved her hips to adjust to his size yet she did not complain.

He groaned at the sensation of her moving around him and grabbed her by the hip while pushing her down between the shoulderblades.

“Yes!” she managed to cheer, muffled between bedding and discarded clothes, “Yes Cad, yes!”

His member twitched at her words.

Traitor. I am in charge.

Bane heard her giggle at the feeling of him moving inside of her and started pounding into her, knocking every coherent syllable from her mind and lips.

“What now, lil lady? Nothing to say now?” He spat out.

More of her whimpered words lost in the bedding.

It was a lovely sound and he gripped hard into her flesh as he chased his own release. This was just fun. She was just someone he knew with a delightful skin to bite into, flesh to grab and pussy to pound.

He heard her moan and closed his eyes, trying not to think of her as he felt her going limb under him and crying out his name.

Bane groaned, feeling himself losing a battle he never had the chance to win and spilled himself deep into her.

Kriff. Did I just came at the sound of her?

He leaned forward, unable to follow up on that thought and enjoyed her hot sweaty body pressing into his.

It felt good.

So, so good.

Slowly, her breathing returned to normal and he felt himself getting soft inside of her.

Bane got up. This was new and he wasn’t sure he liked it. Naked he stumbled into his little refresher unit and turned on the sonic cleaning liquid. He leaned against the cold wall and closed his eyes, trying to think of nothing.

After a few minutes someone knocked at the door.

“Cad? It’s me. Are you okay?”

He opened the door for her.

She was still naked, shivering.

“I thought I might join you under the Sonic. The cleaning liquid is scarce on ships, I have heard.”

He managed to nodd and stepped aside, hating that he liked the thought of feeling her warmth again.

She stepped into the little cleaning unit and he joined her, pressing himself into her due to the little space and inhaling her scent before the sonic washed it away. With a satisfied purr she leaned into him as the warm sonic poured down. He indulged himself and scratched her head, touching her fascinating hair and feeling the foreign softness of it between his fingers.

Human.

“Hmmm” she purred and started tracing the tattoo on his chest again. It was a loth cat baring its teeth. He had gotten it a long time ago in some coruscanti cell when he didn’t know yet how to break out of it. He remembered being young and angry, wishing he could bare his teeth at anyone getting too close to harm him.

A good instinct. It had kept him alive. It would be wise to stick to that.

He stopped his ministrations and grabbed her by the jaw, turning her head to take a look at the biting wound he caused - the last luxury he would allow himself.

“Lemme get some bacta for this before I go.” He hissed.

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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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smut con matías y que sea muy dom porfa, im begging you bestie 😢

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↷ ˊ- pairing: matías recalt x f!reader.

warnings: +18, dom!matias, minors dni, choking, dirty talk?, creampie, p en v, thigh-riding, (leer bajo su responsabilidad).

summary: matías no se salva de caer bajo tus encantos aún sabiendo que eres prohibida.

• dani’s typing… ! siento que no sirvo para escribir smut pero bueno hago todo lo posible para que quede decente.

las luces de colores adornaban el lugar junto con un puño de gente en la pista de baile, sintiendo la música que sonaba dentro del local donde se encontraban.

ya habías dejado de sentir tus piernas pero aún así decidida seguiste moviendo tus caderas con movimientos circulares mientras tus manos bajaban por tu figura cubierta por un fino vestido negro de cuero.

no pasó más de dos minutos cuando la respiración pesada y entrecortada de alguien chocaba contra tu cuello caliente, no le diste mucha importancia y seguiste bailando pegando tus caderas a la notable intimidad del “extraño”.

tu cuerpo se relajó al sentir el característico olor de hierba con menta, que te volvía loca.

“te quiero comer entera, nena” la voz de matías sonaba un poco más profunda de lo que era haciendo que tus muslos se apretaran para aliviar el calor que se posaba en tu vientre.

no dejó pasar el detalle subiendo su mano hasta tu cuello dándole un pequeño apretón y riendo.

“sos una atorada, muñeca. espera que por lo menos estemos en un lugar más privado” dió un último apretón en tu cuello dejando la marca de los anillos que adornaba sus dedos y de un jalón te llevó fuera del local sin decirle a nadie.

sentías tus pantys mojadas y la cara interna de tus muslos llenarse de tu excitación.

“te voy a coger tan duro que te voy a dejar hecha un desastre, hm” la pesaba mano apretó tus mejillas dejando tus labios en forma de pez, para adentrarse a su auto con tu compañía.

tu respiración se entrecortó frotando por milésima vez tus muslo, tu centro pedia a gritos atención y matías no estaba aguantando más.

llegaron en tiempo récord donde él residía y sin perder tiempo estampó tu espalda contra la puerta de la moderna casa haciéndote gruñir por la rudeza.

“ahora muñeca, te vas desquitar tu misma en mi muslo mientras veo esas tetas tuyas rebotar enfrente de mi” al tiempo de la luz te despojó de tu vestido haciéndote sentar sobre él, en su cómodo sillón. “es mejor que vayas empezando desde ya” golpeó tu glúteo.

una mancha ya se formaba en los pantalones claros de matías y podías decir que te avergonzaba lo necesitada que estabas pero es que nunca lo podías evitar, más cuando se ponía autoritario, dándote órdenes.

tus caderas empezaron a tomar vida propia moviéndose para adelante y atrás consiguiendo el ritmo perfecto, tus gemidos salieron de tu boca al sentir la áspera tela de sus jeans contra tu clítoris aún cubierto por la fina capa de la ropa interior.

su boca aprovechó de morder y chupar tus sensibles pezones mientras dos dedos de su mano llegaron a tu boca, lo entendiste completamente y empezaste a chuparlos casi atragantándote.

“soy adicto a tus tetas, amor” ronroneó sintiendo la húmeda de tu boca contra sus dedos y la viscosidad en su prenda inferior.

el único sonido que se escuchaba eran las succiones de matías junto a tus gemidos cada vez más agudos que indicaban que estabas a punto de venirte.

tus movimientos se volvieron más desordenados cosa que lo notó y te hizo parar.

negó sonriendo, disfrutaba verte así toda arruinada con tus cabellos sudados pegados a tu frente y con la máscara corrida, culpa de las pequeñas lágrimas que salían de tus ojos por placer.

“no amor, te vas a venir en mi polla” te hizo levantarte con el leve temblor en tus piernas hasta llegar a su espaciosa habitación con la cual ya estabas familiarizada.

llegó a tumbarte en las acolchadas mantas mientras se desprendía de sus prendas con extrema rapidez, sus dedos bajaron el elástico de tu ropa interior dejando ver tu intimidad brillante cosa que le hizo agua la boca.

pero ya sería para otro momento, todo lo que quería era cogerte hasta que alguno de los dos no dieran más.

su polla ahora liberada y rodillas apoyadas en el colchón hizo que se inclinara un poco, pegando toda su masculinidad a tu vientre.

la deslizó unas cuantas veces en tu centro haciéndote lloriquear como una mimada lo cual fue reprendido por dos fuertes nalgadas en tus glúteos dejándolos rojos.

“cerra la boquita” dió dos golpecitos suaves en tu mejilla mientras tus labios formaban un puchero. “¿estás lista para lo que te voy a dar o no?” y con un leve asentimiento de tu parte su miembro se hizo espacio entre tus labios inferiores, cavando profundo en una sola estocada que te hizo gritar.

sus manos se mantuvieron firme en la parte trasera de tus muslos pegándolos a tu pecho mientras veía en primera plana como tu intimidad tragaba su polla.

sus manos ya marcadas en tus muslos y glúteos por las nalgadas que te daba cuando sentía su miembro ser apretado por tu intimida.

“preciosa, me vas asfixiar con tu coño” dijo entrecortado, su respiración se iba agitando con el paso del tiempo.

tu intimidad absorbía su polla y la apretaba de una manera exquisita para él que se encontraba al borde del colapso, en esos minutos donde sus movimientos se hicieron perezosos y sus gruñidos eran más fuertes, tomó tu cuello con rudeza apretando en el punto clave.

dos, tres, cuatro estocadas más y su semilla desbordaba de tus pliegues junto a tus jugos. la habitación olía a sudor y sexo, inhalaste por la boca queriendo agarrar todo el aire que se te había escapado.

se quedó observando un momento como su semen se mezclaba con los jugos de tu intimidad y sintió otra vez el calor en su vientre.

dejó un beso algo bruto en tus labios y se acostó al lado de tu figura mientras te apretaba junto a él.

no bastaron diez minutos cuando sonó un móvil, era el de matías y el nombre que alumbró la pantalla fue “enzo”, esperó unos segundos y le respondió a su amigo.

— “hey boludo ¿de casualidad mi hermana anda con vos?” se escuchaba cierto ruido por el móvil, indicando que aún seguía en el boliche.

— “lamento informarte que no, creo que me comentó que se iba a quedar donde lena y que la iba a pasar buscando, seguro se le pasó decírtelo a vos” a veces no sabía con que cara mentirle a su amigo cuando a su lado tenía a sus mismísima hermana en brazos.

— “ya la llamaré, dale matu ¡gracias!” sonó un característico sonido indicando que había trancado.

te reíste un poco para luego negar con tu cabeza.

“no se si sabés pero lena me dijo que ya no la usáramos como cuartada” dijiste y el rodó los ojos.

“en realidad, no me importa” se lanzó contra tu boca, besándola sin ningún apuro.

así es, te estabas enredando con el amigo de tu hermano desde hace ya varios meses pero ninguno tenía la cara de decirle por lo que se mantenían en secreto y les estaba gustando a ambos, le daba un poco más de emoción a la situación.

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by ﹫ VOGLATTE ╱ ando trabajando en más escritos que próximamente los voy a estar publicando, paciencia que a veces me llegan muchos pedidos (los tqm) .ᐟ

#matias recalt #la sociedad de la nieve #society of the snow #matias recalt smut #matias recalt x reader #enzo vogrincic #voglatte post .ᐟ #matias recalt fanfic

[xexyromero]

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."

#enzo vogrincic x reader #enzo vogrincic #lsdln cast #lsdln #ffs

[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”.  

Not tagging my usual Crosswhore taglist because IDK how many of you are interested in Thrawn, but I'm tagging some people I think might be interested. Let me know if you don't want me to tag you in the future.

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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

Part 5 Part 7

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Word count: 4.7k

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.

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Beauty and the Bounty Hunter

Chapter 5: Hungry and Hot to Trot

(Cad Bane x Fem! Reader/OC)

*This is a second person POV (reader) fic / OC fic. It's both. I forgo physical descriptions as much as possible, though yes, you/she has a name, and a personality.

This chapter: Our dear reader wakes up hungry, but Todo doesn't know what to do! Cad Bane has left you stranded on his ship, and with a lack of any food. But it's for your own good; he's gone to find the man that kidnapped you.

Warnings: 18+ for dirty humor, nudity, mention of female anatomy, death, murder, gunfights, dismemberment, reference to fertile cycles and alien biology aka horny old man Bane headcanon, and one sassy droid.

Word count: 7.6k

Notes: I could have kept writing as I have so much ground to cover, and it has been nearly a year since I've updated. SORRY ABOUT THAT. Life got a bit in the way. I hope you enjoy this chapter, however, and I plan to keep this series going until the end, no matter how long it takes.

BATBH: Masterpost

Ao3

THIS IS A CRACK FIC! Or, as I like to call it: Slapstick Smut.

You are Aurora Ordel and you awoke with a start; you were faced with a face you could not see clearly. You screamed pure, unadulterated murder, then you were promptly gassed; you passed back out again.

“Ah, shit-”

Cad Bane palmed his face. He had acted on impulse; he had released a cloud capable of putting you to sleep; there was a hidden valve residing beneath his wrist gauntlet.

That had not been his intention, though he did not mind that you were quiet, however considering the circumstances he found himself wanting to know if he should have kept those sleemo’s breathing – torture, after all, was not outside his wheelhouse, and intel in this case was priceless.

“Mister Bane, maybe I should be in charge of the prisoner-”

“She ain’t a priss’ner!”

“Sorry. Force of habit.”

“Be out a’couple hours now. Exspectin’ Ah be back b’fore dhen,”

“You are leaving?”

The Duros had paused to lean in close; he could still smell those blasted hooligans all over your damn clothes. A rumble was emitted, the sound tantamount to a displeased grumble; Bane proceeded to rub his rostrum across your neck, chest, and the remnants of your dress.

He had taken to marking you, wanting to replace that putrid stench with his own fragrance without so much as an explanation.

Todo watched on idle, blinking his yellow eyes. All of this was beyond interesting, Bane’s behavioral response absorbed by his many microprocessors.

Cad cleared his throat; he pushed up off you, leaving you to lie there. His brow ridge stitched before he addressed the small metal man off to his left.

“Gonna find dhis Green Hair. Somethin’ don’t add up,” the hunter commented.

“Whatever do you mean? They just seemed like a gang of thugs to me,” Todo followed up.

“She’s too high-profile; jerks like dhat don’t go fer Imps widdout plannin’ on a high payout,” Bane enunciated dryly.

“You mean you think he was coerced to kidnap her, or perhaps even hired?”

Todo looked up as his master checked his gas carts; a quick once over of his gear was common. Even in the middle of a mission, Bane would habitually assess his ammunition, or lack thereof; being put in a tough spot was not something he was fond of.

“Yep,” he affirmed, turning to walk out the door.

“Wait! But Bane, what if-”

“Keep an eye on ‘er!” he interrupted. “Don’t let ‘er out of yer sight,” the Duros finalized, “or it’ll be yer metallic hide.”

Todo groaned; it was a sound usually reserved for humans and other beings. Still, it expressed his feelings, as he was not sure what to do should you wake up.

“This job is among the weirdest yet,” he complained.

Then, he did all he could do; he sat down and stayed watch, ever vigilant.

---

Two standard hours had ticked on by; you heard a few mumbled words as you once more opened up your eyes. This time, you were faced with a droid. You gasped as you scrounged for purchase.

You backed up far enough that you met with the closest wall. Unfortunately, there was nowhere left for you to go. You cursed, wondering what else you had gotten yourself into.

“There is no need to be afraid, we have already met,” Todo articulated, “but just in case: I am Todo 360, techno-service droid, and accomplice to Cad Bane.”

If nothing else, you recognized his voice; your glasses were long-gone. Your vision was blurred at best, though it was difficult to see past his gigantic head.

“Where am I?” you asked, your nails digging diligently into surprisingly soft bedsheets.

“You are aboard the Justifier, and this is where you will remain. Mister Bane has ordered that you stay put until he comes bac-”

You squealed; your voice was shrill. “You mean he’s not here?!”

The frazzled droid zipped a pace away, clearing himself of your immature display. You had begun to shake, or vibrate, trembling of all things.

“Where is he?” you asked desperately.

“He is away,” he replied simply.

“But what if they come back!” you whined, disconcerted.

“Rest assured, you are perfectly secure,” said the twitchy service droid. “There is no safer place for you than on Bane’s ship.”

You looked around, though you could barely make out your surroundings. “Are-are you sure?” you asked more quietly.

Todo chirped, irritated. “Yes, I am sure. Now, just sit still and wait patiently. I am positive Bane will be back any— Excuse me! Where are you going?” he demanded of you as you had risen to your feet.

“I feel faint,” you admitted, not seeming to remember that you hadn’t eaten in nearly three whole days; your stomach had begun to gnaw at you, craving food.

“Then why are you standing?” Todo argued, tugging at the edge of your torn and sullied dress.

“You have something, don’t you?” you inquired weakly as you stumbled across the room.

Todo sighed a human-sounding sigh, releasing his slight grip. He had to think about it. “I do not believe you will be interested in what Bane has to eat,” he explained succinctly.

“I don’t care, anything—” you managed, walking out into the hall. You were faced with a row of doors. You were not sure which to try, so you went by one at a time.

“Ah, ah, ah!” Todo scolded you as you entered what looked like a workshop of some kind; it contained within a mixed assortment of odds and ends. You wondered how he had acquired all of this. If you squinted, you could just make out what looked like clone trooper helmets; among those you thought was a Jedi’s lightsaber.

You opened your mouth to speak; Todo was not having it. “This way, please,” he said, chaperoning you like he might a helpless child.

You weaved to another entry of some sort, this one with locked tight doors. Todo was quick to apprehend you; his weensy body became a barrier. He pushed against your thighs with his tiny hands; they were cold, and the droid was adamant. “No, no! Definitely not in here. This is Bane’s private quarters! He would have both our heads.”

You huffed, exasperated. “Just take me to the kitchen!” Even so, you could not deny you wanted to know what was just on the other side…

“We do not have a kitchen-” Todo corrected you, “-we have a galley, and I am trying!”

“Whatever! Food is food!” you rationalized.

“Yes, so I have heard,” Bane’s droid tittered wryly. “Mister Bane also shares those sentiments, as you will find.”

“Well, good!” you answered in a mood. You would not concern yourself with reading between the lines. Hells, you would take a ration bar; anything was fine!

You continued on your bumbling misadventure; Todo directed you toward an abnormally large lift; you wondered what Bane carried in it. Once inside, you thought that you could smell yourself. Luckily for your inorganic tour guide, he could not tell the difference.

“Oh my God—” you began, hoisting up your arm to take a whiff. Todo shifted, gazing up at you, emotionless.

“What is it now?” he queried.

“I smell awful!” you admitted.

“That must be why Mister Bane rubbed himself all over you,” Todo conjectured.

“He what?!” 

“Truly fascinating, Duros. Although, you ought to know,” the droid complained with attitude.

You gawked at him, not believing you were being sassed by Cad Bane’s companion. Was he angry? Jealous? Protective of his master?

“I’m sorry?”

“You should be!” he explained. “He has been behaving quite differently with you around.”

The door to the lift flew open; Todo hovered out and onward. You had no choice but to follow him.

“How is that my fault?” you dared to ask.

“Well, it is, and it isn’t, you see,” Todo knew there was more to it than that.

You glanced about, finding yourself to be in the bowels of the ship. This was a part of the Justifier you had not seen previously. Not even on the day Cad Bane had dragged you in, keen on being mean, but it had backfired – you were still here.

This area seemed mostly unused, or like a storage space. Every corner was home to an oversized cargo crate. They were quite possibly chock-full of weapons, supplies. Then, on the other hand, there could be ration bars. Your thoughts drifted as did your feet; you were once more cutoff by Cad Bane’s little confidant.

“This way, this way! Do not go snooping. That is one surefire way to get Mister Bane to despise you,” Todo spoke from experience; he often wondered how young Boba Fett was doing.

“It seems like he already despises me,” you mumbled, hungrily marching forward as you finally approached another set of doors; these were double.

“To the contrary,” Todo proffered, causing your eyes to dart in his direction. He ignored the rise in your attention span, passing through into what you had called a “kitchen.”

It was full of pots and pans, plates, bowls, and numerous utensils. Most seemed unused, set to sparkling as Todo was the one who diligently polished them. There were knives, forks, spoons; there was everything but food.

“It’s so clean,” you marveled.

“You may thank me for that,” Todo retorted.

“But what does he even eat?” you whined, traipsing forward, flinging cabinets open and pulling out all the drawers. There was nothing there! Your mind reeled and your stomach growled. That’s when you finally noticed the conservator.

“Meat mostly,” Todo said offhand. “I assumed you knew everything about Mister Bane,” the feisty droid remarked, “though he also consumes what he likes to call ‘roughage.’”

You could only hope that meant salad; you could do with one right now. Or hells, even a steak would be nice, something big and juicy to suffice you. Though, on the other hand, what Todo had said kept nagging. You spouted off a question just as you pulled the door wide open.

“What did you mean ‘to the contrar-’” There was something wrapped in what looked like foil; you made your move, a bold one, to steal the scraps of Bane’s last meal.

“I would not do that!” Todo blurted out.

You pulled the wrapper back; its contents had a face, and worse yet, eyes. The only thing missing was its fur and guts; it was a chunk of flesh, raw, and oozing blood.

“What the fuck!” you exclaimed as you promptly dropped it.

“I did try to warn you,” Todo highlighted, as if he needed to.

You nearly puked, your diaphragm contracting. “That’s disgusting!” you announced.

“Maybe to you-” Todo rebuked “-but Mister Bane quite likes it.”

“Well, Mister Bane is a weirdo!” you retaliated.

“You are one to talk!” the droid rejoined.

Your hand had risen to cover your own mouth, but for what you were not sure; it wasn’t as if you had anything in your stomach to throw up. In doing so, you smelled your armpits. That in and of itself reactivated your gag reflex.

You pouted, stomping down your bare foot. The floors were duralloy and provided full resistance. However, you stepped on something squishy. You protested as you almost slipped and fell, your body nearly crumpling.

“Grossssss!” you lamented, having come into contact with whatever that dead thing was.

“I need a shower! Shower. Shower. Shower! Right now!” you demanded, beginning to scamper off without so much as knowing where you were headed. You were in such a rush you collided with a wall; you started crying at the injustice of it all.

“Oh my, oh dear,” Todo said as he came forward, prowling around you as he balanced on his thrusters. “Yes, that might do you some good. Mister Bane always feels better after a long stint in the shower. But it is back upstairs, I am afraid.”

“Take me there,” you pleaded, a hand cupping your bruised shoulder. Todo complied with your request; soon you were back on the lift.

For once, you were silent. You were tired and oh, so hungry. Your body needed energy; you moved more slowly. Todo noticed your decreased speed; he puttered around you in small circles – doing as he was ordered – yet not having the ability to meet your every need. He could only hope Bane would come back soon, as he was not sure what to do for this human woman.

You found yourself once more near Bane’s quarters, being directed to a small refresher. You nearly collapsed just inside the entrance, trying your best to undress yourself.

“Oh, uh—” Todo began, tapping metal against metal as his fingers joined together, obviously somewhat perplexed or even agitated, “—I’ll just be over here,” he stated, leaving.

You had paid the droid no mind, tugging the shreds of your clothes off that remained. You discarded your bra, then the dress as well – straight into the trash bin. Your panties were MIA, but you would burn in hell before you ever wore those things again. Besides, they smelled like others and not just you; you had put two and two together at Todo’s mention.

In theory, it was endearing. It brought you back to Todo’s comment of “to the contrary.” You hummed a little to yourself as you turned the shower on, relaxing against the wall as real liquid started streaming over you.

“Thank fuck,” you mumbled; at least he had the good stuff, sonic vibrations never did quite cut it as per your preference; he must have had a tank of water on reserve.

You let your body slide down, down, until you sat right in it. It was the most luxurious, blissful thing to happen to you in the last three days. You closed your eyes as you tried to regain your peace, but then a thought occurred to you; you had no more clothes to change into. What were you supposed to do?

For the moment, you tried not to let it worry you; the water felt too good. You breathed out a laggard sigh as you finally opened up your eyes.

You stood; your hunger was once more overpowering; you let the water stream down your face and hair, wanting to just stay there, yet the rumbling in your stomach was not a thing to be ignored. Truth be told, you still felt nauseous, finally calling out to Todo whom you thought was just outside the room.

“Excuse me, little droid? Are you there?”

It took him hardly any time to answer you. “I am afraid so,” he said sourly.

You quirked a brow; his tone abruptly changed. He now seemed eager, his programming dictating he was happiest when serving others in some capacity. “How may I be of assistance?”

You attention had been diverted; you were examining some kind of cleaning substance. It was meant to help slough off dry, dead scales; you would not use it for fear of what might happen to you. Your only hope was for some soap. That, or whatever you could find in terms of clothes; as long as they were clean and somewhat fit, you did not care one bit.

“I’m afraid I’m going to have to walk around naked if you can’t find something for me to wear,” you called out to him, your voice being carried beyond the sound of running water and the boundary of the door.

Something sparked in Todo’s droid brain, causing gears to whorl and whirl; he knew just the thing! Something he thought might be more your size, as his master was tall and gangly. “Just a moment! Wait right here,” he insisted.

You heard him buzz off down the hall, then there was total silence. You allowed yourself a nice long soak, taking your time beneath the warm spray of the water. You drank from it to quench your thirst by leaving your mouth wide open; you were sure you were dehydrated. Then, you allowed it to saturate your tangled strands; it ran through all your nooks and crannies.

This would have to do until you could get back to your roost; the penthouse you called your home, seated in the lap of luxury right here on Coruscant. Or at least you thought…

As a matter of fact, you had no idea where you were or where you’d been; you were now trapped here on Cad Bane’s starship. Wherever it happened to be, that is. You had no way of knowing your coordinates, and the refresher had no viewports; it was just as well so people couldn’t spy on you.

You waited for what you felt was much too long; you turned the water off. You attained a towel, though it seemed used. You gingerly rubbed your nose in it; it smelled like Duros.

“Ummmph,” you vocalized, happy, horny, distraught, and needy all at the same time. His scent was heady. You felt you couldn’t think straight, having a wicked and troubling idea tickle your jumbled brain.

“Todo?” you tried for the droid once more; he did not answer. You opened the refresher and tiptoed out, buck naked, into the narrow corridor.

You were relieved to get no response, slinking like a tooka toward Bane’s living quarters; Todo had made it very clear to not go in here, but you only knew one thing, the thing that drove you: inside this room behind the door were Cad Bane’s extra clothes.

It did not take much effort; you pried a panel loose. Even without your glasses, this was elementary; you could rewire an automated entry with your eyes closed – too easy.

Once inside, the door again shut tight; you did not pay it any mind, as your eyes went wide, mesmerized by a plethora of mishmash things, and even trinkets. Everywhere you looked was something pretty, shiny, or otherwise unique; Cad Bane had expensive tastes for a rough and tumble mercenary.

There were unmarked credits on the bed, gold coins of unknown origin, an extra hat – which you picked up and put right on your head – and loads of other fascinating stuff.

His blankets were pristine and plush, his pillows fluffy and silky smooth. Off to one side was a box full of random treasures, one you recognized as Durosian if you squinted; you wondered if he collected artifacts from his species’ culture as a hobby, or just because it was worth something.

You blindly plundered through his drawers; there were stolen bounty fobs and palm-sized holoprojectors with secret messages. There was a datapad or two, and a box of toothpicks. You were tempted to snoop more thoroughly, but after what Todo said… You did not want Cad Bane to have your head; you wanted him in bed.

Finally, you found what you came here for -  something belonging to the man that you could wear. You had located what appeared to be a dress shirt with long sleeves; it was white with buttons down the front and hit just above your knees. You at once adorned it, inspecting yourself in a full-length mirror; you wondered if Bane often stood right here when admiring himself; you could not blame him.

You sniffed your prize and nearly melted on the spot. Satisfied, you turned around to exit. The moment your hand touched durasteel a loud noise sent you reeling. You covered up your ears as you had triggered an alarm, a screen descending from the ceiling as a recording of Bane himself played automatically before your bleary eyes.

“Stupid is as stupid does,” the Duros drawled; your breath was heavy as the sirens refused to stop their bleating. You tugged at another access hatch; you began to dislocate and mismatch wires, whining audibly.

“Bane, I’m sorry!”

The recording snickered as if he had heard you through the viewscreen, leaning forward to threaten you with the little piece of wood that perpetually lived between his teeth. “And yer about as stupid as dhey come.”

You found your mouth agape as two more things emerged: loaded blaster rifles, snuggly sequestered on either side of the Duros’ depraved yet smiling face. “Say yer prayers,” he directed.

“Oh, please, oh no. No, no!” you pleaded, bending low to shield yourself. You threw your arms above your head and squatted down till you touched the ground, pulling up a chair to act as a makeshift impediment. Blaster shots rang out, rebounding about the room and all of your surroundings. You screamed as if you were being murdered, because you were, then everything went silent.   

You gasped, feeling yourself up; you were all still in one piece, unbelievably. Standing before the now open door was that pesky, life-saving service-droid; within his hands was some kind of drab colored garment.

“What have you done?!” he wailed. “Mister Bane is going to be absolutely furious!” he proclaimed, golden eyes wide in horror and disbelief.

Todo dropped what he was holding, coming around to push against your back. He shoved with all his might, despite you still being on the floor bent down. You tried to come to terms with what just happened, and all due to a shirt; your eyes watered as you let the little robot escort you out.

“And give me that!” he griped, reclaiming the hat upon your head that now suffered a distinctive scorch mark. “Do you have any idea what this cost?!”

“A-a lot?” you asked with a quaver to your voice.

“Yes!” he retorted.

The droid stopped to pick up what had fallen, scooping it up within his arms. He stayed his fury to look at you, tilting his large cranium. “And what is that you are wearing?”

“A shirt I found,” you whispered.

“No, no, you must take that off this instant. I brought you this,” he explained, holding out something worn, brown, and understated. Despite being still terrified and near to tears, you took it to appease him.

“What is it?” you asked sheepishly.

“It is a robe, a Jedi robe, and part of Bane’s collection; he has worn it in the past when needed, and it is a wonderful disguise!”

You gave a little start, looking the thing over. “How did he get it?”

“Surely you know Bane is a Jedi-killer,” Todo quipped, leering at you. “And a most successful one at that. It is his – was – his specialty. They are all dead now, you see.”

“O-oh,” you conceded, then made a face that displayed your distress. “I’m not wearing this!” you contested suddenly.

“And why not?” he fought back, metal hands akimbo on his hips.

“What if I’m mistaken for a Jedi?” you whimpered. “What if someone else tries to kill me?” You dropped the robe, not caring that your – Bane’s shirt - was open. Todo got an eyeful as you retrieved the one thing you could use, a belt that was rather rope-like; you inspected it as Todo gawked, though he didn’t have a mouth.

He made a throaty sound, having seen the outline of your form, the curves and dips, the shape of your bare hips. “Yes, you will do quite nicely,” he commented offhand.

“Excuse me?” you snapped, beginning to button up. You fastened each closure one by one, traveling all the way up to the very top; the belt came next. You soon had fashioned the bounty hunter’s shirt into a dress.

“Well, it seems you are rather good at that! Nearly getting killed, that is, why if it weren’t for Mister Bane—”

“—No, finish that other thought,” you demanded.

Todo sighed for the second or third time, thinking he should have kept his nonexistence lips shut, but it was too late now; he settled down, then began a rather short but interesting tale.

“Duros have a finite reproductive window, and Mister Bane is getting older by the day,” he explained. You cocked a brow but kept on listening. You tried to give him your full attention, but your stomach growled; you needed food right now.

“Walk and talk,” you said.

Todo followed you as you made your way back toward the lift, this time setting course for the location of the boarding ramp; it was at the Justifier’s rear, but you were all ears.

The only thing you didn’t have was your glasses or a pair of shoes; you would make do and go barefoot; you were too hungry to give a damn.

“Well, Mister Bane has been rather grumpy as of late – grumpier than usual – and especially since coming into contact with you,” he remarked.

“I see,” you interjected, yet quite fond of this engrossing notion.

“Therefore, I have come to the conclusion it is best that he mates with you. Once he gets it out of his system, I believe that—”

You burst out laughing; that had already been your plan. “Don’t worry your big head,” you grinned. “Now, wait here.”

Todo looked around, realizing you had dropped the ramp. He had lost track of your destination, instantaneously switching gears as was his very nature, if you could call it that; he was just a culmination of ones and zeros, but it still felt like he had feelings.

“Where do you think you are going? Bane instructed us to both wait here.”

“To the market,” you answered back, having come to the conclusion you were parked somewhere near CoCo Town at a rundown spaceport.

“Come back! You should not disregard what Mister—”

“What’s he going to do, shoot me?” you jested, feeling a teensy bit more like your old self.

“Yes!” he responded, trailing close behind. “Wait! Oh, you—we’re going to be in so much trouble when he gets back!” the droid complained as he endeavored to keep you company.

“Just come with me,” you offered.

Todo bellyached, indignant. “What do you think it is I am doing? He did tell me to keep an eye on you.”

Then, he glared at you. It was rather cute. “I will make sure to tell him I tried to stop you.”

“Mhm, yes, of course,” you simpered, nonplussed, though finding his last confession had warmed your heart; he did care somewhat after all.

---

Cad Bane had assured that you were safe, but at the cost of backtracking, one of his least favorite things. He once more made his way through the Crimson Corridor, headed for the Tusken Oasis as per the Gotal he had killed. He had parked his ship far from this squalid high-crime district, thinking if you stayed aboard the Justifier nothing could go awry - that’s where he was wrong - he had underestimated the power of your stupidity, for however smart you were.

He passed the Green Glowstone Tavern; Bane knew the Bothan bartender who owned the place, yet he would not stop to chat; he had business to attend to, business regarding you.

Still, he tipped his hat; the Bothan waved right back. It was a silent interchange between two men, both busy.

The hunter continued trudging forward; crowds parted for him. Those who scurried he kept an eye on as he traversed the infamous Barsoom Boulevard.

Prostitutes tried flirting with him; a few scoundrels attempted to sell their wares. It was the ones who watched that warranted his attention; they were not clever; the Duros had dealt with all types and kinds of people, and street thugs were no different. He had an inkling that sneaking would be impossible, as these degenerates would most likely run and tell their boss; there was no use hiding –- Cad Bane was on the prowl.

This area of town was the Raptor Gang’s main hideout; he had heard from word of mouth, steadily stalking onward, eyes forward, as he could sense something sinister afoot -- an ambush.

Bane stalled, stopping dead, slowly but surely turning his hat and head. There was an eerie silence the hunter did not trust, fingers loitering above the holster of one LL-30 BlasTech pistol.

“May as well come out, cahn smell ye’ from a klick,” the gunslinger taunted.

Three bodies emerged from behind trash and refuse, big and burly, weapons drawn and at the ready, as if they thought they had anything on him. Bane grinned a sadistic grin. “Let’s make dhis quick.”

Plasma flew as shots were discharged; Cad Bane dodged it all, rolling to take up residence behind the nearest wall. He returned his own deluge of blaster fire; his aim was true. Ignorance had been their downfall; the Duros would persist in his pursuit.

“Better luck next life,” he jeered to the corpses at his feet; he stepped over them, disrespectfully. But there was one person that he did not want to disrespect if he could help it: Yanth the Hutt, owner of the prestigious nightclub for which his course was set. Though there would be no stopping him, even if that meant killing all of Green Hair’s men. Bane would try not to demolish the whole bar, but if he did? So be it.

The Crimson Corridor was empty now due to the pathetic gunmen he had encountered, its residents scared away back into their homes or other dens, places of debauchery and sin. Places Cad Bane rarely frequented except for occasions such as this; he preferred the quiet confines of his ship.

He could hear the music from a hundred yards; a Bith quartet had taken center stage. Lately, they seemed to be all the rage, but Cad Bane could care less; he approached the entrance.

A bouncer tried to guard the way, but the Duros was infamous and greatly feared; it did not take him much convincing. All the hunter did was glare until he took the hint and scrammed, the green Gamorrean deciding he desired to live and fight another day thanks to such little pay.

Bane regarded him as he up and left; he tipped his hat again. He strolled on through, being met with colored lights and statuettes of varying hues and species, some mythological in the form of beasts; the Hutt spared no expense for his well-kept business. It was quite impressive if Bane could be impressed; the only thing that had that affect on him were credits, and you had a lot of them.

There were dejarik boards and tables for sabacc, gambling men and dancing girls. There were women dressed to the nines alongside scum and villainy; all manner of people came here, including those that Cad Bane now searched out.

Twi’leks, Rodians, and Zeltrons batted their lashes at him, trying to distract him if he didn’t know better. He slipped on by, giving a flirtatious squeeze to varying rumps and waists; while he was tempted, everything had a time and place. He left a gaggle of smitten ladies in his wake.

Then, the heat was on. Green Hair sat amongst a slew of bodyguards. There was no doubt that it was him; he was a human male, lean with a wiry build. But he also sported the most ludicrous hairstyle Bane had ever seen; his green hair was kept upright by an electrostatic field. 

The Duros suppressed a laugh, coming off as composed and stoic though inside he was dying. It looked like he had stuck his finger in a socket, the man assuming he was the epitome of style; word around these parts was he was nicknamed “Fashion Plate.”

“Kids dhese days,” Bane mulled internally.

As he descended upon their table - each step slow and full of purpose - Green Hair’s men decided to act like the brutes they were, boxing the Duros inside their little circle. It there was one thing Bane did not like, it was being cornered; his hand returned to rest upon one blaster’s holster. One H'nemthe in particular got right in his face; Bane kept his cool, but cockily insulted him.

“Ah’d say ye’ must be plumb weak north of yer ears-” he heckled, “-but it don’t look like ye’ got any.”

Cad Bane sneered; he had to be one of the most hideous sleemo’s he had ever seen. A reptilian-humanoid as was his ilk, but still— at least he didn’t have three fingers or ridges on his face. He figured he had never mated; their women were said to kill them once they did –- this one was a virgin.

“Couldn’ get laid so ye’ took up clownin’, did ye’?” Bane insinuated.

That was all it took; the H'nemthe drew his pistol. Cad Bane laid him out; one shot and he would precede his brethren in death, but only by mere minutes, seconds - others were ready to avenge his name - but their green-haired leader finally said his piece.

“Let’s not be hasty, shall we?”

“Tell dhat to yer men, dipshit.”

The punk in charge smiled cordially, pretending to welcome Bane with open arms. Reluctantly, his hired guns made room for him to pass, wary, and with scowls upon their ugly mugs.

“The notorious Cad Bane,” Green Hair began. “And to what do I owe the pleasure?”

“Cut de kark,” the Duros seethed. “Who hired ye’.”

“I’m not sure what you mean.”

The man motioned with one arm as an introduction. “We are the Raptor Gang. This is our turf,” he said more firmly. “We work for no one but ourselves.”

“Dhen yer de one who ordered Ordel captured,” Bane growled with a curl of his upper lip.

“Oh, her,” the bottom-feeder said dismissively. “She’s just some Imp who works for the Empire. Why do you care?”

The hunter grit his fangs, remembering the state in which he found you. While it could be said Bane had done much worse, it still was not a good enough excuse.

“Dhat’s my business—” he glowered, “—but Ah’m about t’make it yers.”

Green Hair side-eyed one of the henchmen to his right; the tension was so thick it could be cut clean through with a vibroknife. The very air was pregnant with unease and animosity, the Duros’ fathomless red eyes studying his adversary. His intent was mal, Bane past the point of being patient. The human could sense his unwavering hostility, mentally preparing for if and when he would have to flee the scene.

The man who had received his subtle signal placed himself between Bane and Green Hair, as was his duty. Bane snidely smiled, taking this opportunity to bruise him; hiding behind a lackey was cowardly. “Didn’ realize Green Hair was so yello’-bellied,” the hunter mocked him.

Green Hair ignored his comment, not allowing it to get the best of him. “We were holding her for ransom,” he explained. “But no one came to collect—except for you,” he clarified.

Then, to add insult to injury, the scuzzball kept on talking; he must have thought he was safe and sound behind the blanket of some odd ten men at his disposal.

“The way I see it, you owe me for damages, bounty hunter. You got the girl, but not without destroying one of my properties and killing several of my crew-” Smugly, he took a drink to wet his tongue before he continued. “-a million credits, and I’ll let you walk away. I just know you’re good for it,” he speculated.

Bane laughed; it was dry and lustless. He had a word of his own to say, hand ever at the ready to pull his weapon should the need arise.

Green Hair had frowned at his response, or the lack of one, knowing that his horde was all eyes and ears and judging him for this; to misstep or slip-up during an interaction could be grounds for reevaluation of his leadership.

“Draw,” Bane said with strong contempt.

Green Hair sat up straight; if his mop didn’t already stand on end, it most assuredly would have. He knew who held his audience and the reputation of this dodgy Duros; it did not ease his fears as Cad Bane stood transfixed, and very serious.

“It’s only fair; I was told she was valuable,” he quickly stated, trying to keep the panic from wholly overtaking him.

Cad Bane’s austere red eyes narrowed. “Told by whom,” he barked the question.

The man dared to shrug, “heard it through the grape vine,” he said simply, so far remaining calm and collected with all his wits about him, but not for long.

“Draw,” the gunslinger echoed.

Green Hair stood up on his dais, one level above the plane on which Cad Bane watched, attentive. He had the nerve to brandish his pointer-finger, extending it to put the blame to Bane.

“Now, wait a minute! You don’t give orders around here, I’m the one who—” That finger was blown clean-off, the Raptor’s leader staring on in shock. The wound was already cauterized; the intense heat of the plasma shot had staunched the flow of blood.

“Don’ got de patience fer no lily-livered, nuna-hearted, blackguard, disssrespectful sssleazebag,” Bane rasped harshly.

“Get him!!!”  Green Hair screeched shrilly, holding his wounded hand with the one that still had all its digits. Bane was closed back in; multiple blaster bolts flew in his direction. The Duros soared sky-high per the activation of his rocket boots; this in turn caused several to drop down dead; they had gone and done his job for him.

“Too slow,” he hissed.

His taunting caused more blasters to start blazing, Bane zipping and zigzagging as he easily avoided their pathetic excuse for aim. He withdrew his second pistol; this was the end game. Not for him, but for the whole of Green Hair’s men.

Multiple rounds were fired; they were continuous. Bane’s LL-30 BlasTech pistols had been modified to suit his needs; they would never overheat. One man went down, and then another; they were dropping like Bahl flies, straight down onto the ornate carpet.

People screamed; innocents, supposedly, though this place was a rumpus room full of crooks and thieves. They dashed about like nunas with their heads cut off, knocking one another over as they scrambled to get out. Still, they had no need to worry; Bane never missed his target, and currently his sights were set on one particular maggot trying to escape his wrath.

Green Hair ran opposite, toward the back of the establishment. Bane assumed there was a hidden exit, or a tunnel he was privy to. With all his enforcers dead, the gutless sack of bantha dung had high-tailed it -- too bad for him he wasn’t faster than Cad Bane’s lariat.

With the actuation of his wrist gauntlet, he let his whipcord launch. It wound around the slimy bastard's ankles, causing him to trip over his own two feet. Bane landed gracefully; he reeled him in, the nails of Green Hair’s remaining fingers digging into the fancy rug.

It was no use; Cad Bane tugged and hauled him back. His quarry hemmed and hawed as he tried to switch his story.

“I don’t know anything!” Green Hair proclaimed to ears now deaf, hidden beneath Bane’s insulated cap and his overly large hat.

“Liar, liar, pants on fire,” Bane snorted as he used his other arm to shoot a stream of grisly flames; they ignited the perps pants, setting them ablaze.

Green Hair screamed and yelled, twisting and turning, although he was still lassoed. He managed to bat the flames out, panting, swearing, and now met face to face with Bane as he dragged him to square up.

“Who sent ye’ afta’ Ordel,” Bane asked again.

“I don’t know, I don’t—”

Bane prepared for the smell of burning flesh. “Liar, liar, face on—” 

“WAIT!”  the asshole bellowed, deciding to change his tune to one more favorable. He breathed in and out, trying to settle himself down as two red eyes, bright as starlight, radiated hatred; this bastard’s luck had just run out-- Cad Bane was not merciful.

“Some guy, old guy. Talked with a funny accent.”

“Ah wanna name,” Bane sizzed angrily.

“Don’t have one— he said she was an engineer! Told us to watch the news. Said she’s valuable to the Empire and they would pay hefty credits to get her back! She’s a brainiac!” he explained hurriedly.

“Yer right stupid, ain’cha. Ye’ think de Empire ain’t gonna just storm yer lil’ hideout if dhey want ‘er?”

Bane glared deep into his eyes; he would both see and sense his fear. People who were scared often withheld information without the proper motivation, but the bounty hunter found he could be quite persuasive.

“Ye’ suppose dhey take kindly to extortion?”

The Duros retrieved one holstered pistol, planting it against the side of Green Hair’s spiky head. He bared his fangs; he had no qualms with offing him.

“And she’s ah brainiac yer men used an’ abused,” he hissed. “Dhere ain’t no lady who deserves dhat, not even an Imp,’ he spat.

“Now—” Bane’s words took on a darker tone, “—give me’a name, or Ah’ll assume yer de one t’answer fer all. dhose. sins,” he finished.

Green Hair truly didn’t have one, just a pseudo he had given him, and what he could remember of his unremarkable appearance.

“I dunno, man! He reached out to me; his frequency was encrypted. I shoulda known this shit was a trap!”

Bane shook and rattled him, a threat to do him in. “Now he’s gettin’ it.”

“Said I could call him-- call him Willy,” Green Hair imparted. “Maybe, he—”

“Maybe he jus’ couldn’ do it ‘imself and knew ye’ were an idiot,” Bane filled in the blanks, throwing the so-called leader of the Raptor’s back down upon the ground. If you took the time to put two and two together, it all made sense; it was an inside job, the suggestion made by one of your trusted colleagues.

“Please, don’t kill me,” the white-livered Green Hair begged.

Bane glanced down at him as if he forgot that he was there. About that time they had a visitor. One unhappy Hutt came slipping and sliding down the carpet, Yanth, the owner of the Tusken Oasis nightclub.

“Explain this!” he thundered in Galactic Basic.

Bane knew Yanth was a Vigo, one of nine, and part of Black Sun’s leadership. He was wealthy and held in high esteem. He oversaw the organization’s operations in this sector of the galaxy. He reported directly to the Underlord; it paid off to know your stuff, as Cad Bane did not want to piss him off.

“Dhis one ‘ere started it,” Bane began, yanking Green Hair up again to toss directly into the hands of one of his two men.

“Was gonna haul him in,” the Duros said all calm and casual, glancing at the shed that lined his fingertips.

“Reckon he owes ye’ some money,” Bane finalized.

“I know you,” the Hutt informed him. “You’re a bounty hunter.”

“Cad Bane, at yer service,” the gunslinger rejoined.

“Hey, that’s not—” Green Hair interrupted.

One of Yanth the Hutt’s men backhanded him across the face; he was nearly knocked out cold, blood spewing from his lips. He now hung limply in the arms of a four-limbed Besalisk. Bane grinned as Green Hair groaned; he couldn’t help it.

“Then I suppose I should thank you for getting the situation under control before it got out of hand,” the slimy Hutt-lord said.

“Tweren’t nothin’,” Bane said with a tip of his wide hat. “Consider it a gift,” he proffered, pulling out a toothpick from the inside pocket of his jacket. “So’ry ‘bout de bodies,” he added, placing his wooden chew toy in his mouth; the Hutt finally took one long glance around.

“I’ve seen worse,” he commented.

“Ah’m sure ye’ have,” Bane quipped offhand. Then, he produced a copy of his calling card; he offered it to Yanth as a way to keep the peace between them.

“If ye’ ever find yerself needin’ a bounty hunta’, give me a buzz,” Bane stated, twirling on his heel for his coat to swirl; he loved making a grand exit; he was known for his showmanship.

Bane walked, alert. He kept his eyes forward, but he was focused on his rear. His ears were sharp and his senses were perceptive. If Yanth tried to turn on him as he made his way, he would be ready, but the only thing he heard was Green Hair yelling as he was dragged along the floor.

With the Hutt in charge, he was in for his comeuppance; Bane did not pity him.

---

Once outside, Bane was unaware his worries would intensify. His first order of business had been to comm his ship and his little droid, but there had been no answer.

“Todo, how’s de lil’ hellcat doin’. Finished ‘ere,” he started, waiting patiently before he became impatient. He could not think of an excuse to be ignored, unless there was a heap of trouble brewing.

“Todo, where are ye’? Answer de comm,” Bane demanded of his companion.

For a few moments, he stopped to wonder; just who among your ranks had it out to kill you? Truth be told, this job was getting out of hand. He had a mind to leave it all behind.

Then, he remembered your annoyingly attractive face, your buxom tits, and all your assets. He would not admit it to himself, but he had somehow formed a slight attachment; he wanted to see you safe if nothing else, you had paid him to do no less.

“Todo…”  He rang his ship a second time, his droid’s name spoken with mild panic. He should have known better than to leave the two of you alone; his scales prickled as he thought of all the things that could go wrong. He had no idea about your hunger, or the lengths that you would go to get a meal, nor did he realize you had solicited his addled sidekick to go somewhere against his will.

“Ye’ gotta be shittin’ me,” Cad Bane declared, igniting his repulsor boots again. This time his aim was for his speeder, parked some few blocks off. He only hoped when he made it to the Justifier that you weren’t dead, or worse.

#Cad Bane x Reader #Cad Bane #Cad Bane x OC #2nd person pov #Star Wars #Duros #x reader #x you #fem reader #imperial reader #rise of the empire era #fanfiction #fanfic #writing #Clone Wars #Bad Batch #Book of Boba Fett #Star Wars Fanfiction #Comedy #Crackfic #evil scientist #superweapons #Todo 360 #slapstick smut

[morallyinept]

Unworthy - A Javier Peña GIFLET

Uh, Jett, what the heck is a GIFLET?

Just a short 500 words or less drabble, based on inspiration that I got from a GIF. Simples.

Pairing: Javier Peña x F!Reader (No name or physical description of reader. It's you, bub.)

Word Count: 499

Scoville Smut Rating: 🌶 "Don't hurt me, cadejo."

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GIFLET MASTERLIST | MAIN MASTERLIST

Enjoy! 🖤

This GIFLET was inspired by the below GIF 👇🏻

You catch his dark eyes, amongst the confetti fracas, staring at you, burning into you.

How long has it been, and yet your skin still boils, blisters and ruptures open under his stare?

His jaw, chewing, yet solid - clenched. He's different, yet still the same. The same Javier Peña who broke your heart and your hymen all those years ago.

A plaid shirt and cowboy boots at a wedding, you scoff. You can take the man out of Laredo, but not Laredo out of the man, right?

He avoids you the whole night, or maybe you avoid him. Until serendipity, or stupidity, finds you in the passenger seat of his car.

He drives you home, although he probably shouldn't be driving you home with the amount you've seen him sink tonight. With the amount you've got swilling around in your blood, fuzzing in your ears.

You talk, barely. He asks you how you've been. Pretends like he's interested in your mundane life here, and you pretend like you're interested in the things he does in the name of calculated justice.

Pretend that you're not interested in the thought of Javier spending the night between your legs.

For old time's sake, you convince yourself. You even convince yourself that in the morning you'll feel fine. It won't affect you like it did all those years ago.

Javier Peña is just a man, his power over you holds no worth. A man who's not worthy of your tears. A man who's not worthy to strip you of your clothes and press iron hot kisses into your skin, branding you.

His hands are not worthy to be parting your thighs so he can slide his thick, hard cock into your slick pussy.

Javier Peña is not worth your hands pulling his sweaty face to yours so you can slip your tongue into his mouth and feed him the Spanish expletives that taint the insides of your throat.

"Dame más duro, Javi." You pant. "¡Échamela adentro!" They spill out of your mouth, begging, whining. And he responds back with that silken voice you want to bottle like perfume, poisoning your ears with those same promises; fucking you harder and filling you full of him.

"Me vengo, querida!" His voice breaks, grunts and snarls, and a razor sharp jaw peppering kisses into your mouth.

Your name rolls off of his tongue as he squeezes you tight, pumping you full of him. Making sure to give you every last drop.

To give you something to remember him by. To give you something to cry about in a few hours when the only evidence of Javi being back here is a damp spot on the sheets and a dull ache in your cunt.

An ache in your heart.

Javi knows he's unworthy of you, so he doesn't stay. He slips out whilst you're asleep, like he did all those years ago.

He leaves Laredo to return to Colombia, because Javier Peña knows he is unworthy of your love.

🖤

*Javi/Reader Spanish is bascially, "fuck me harder," & "I'm coming."

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[frozenmemories1987]

For the dialogue prompt:

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.

#duro x auctus #drabble #smut #fic prompts #thank you so much #duro #auctus #spartacus

[saber-slutt]

It Just Makes Sense (Cad Bane x F!reader) 18+

Hey gang! A fic with smut! Who cheered!

Anyways, 18+. I’ve decided that my whole blog will be 18+, so please block me if you’re a minor, thanks!

≽^•⩊•^≼ 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.”

#cad bane smut #cad bane #star wars #tawni chokes out some writing #mating #cad bane x reader #no beta we die like clones

[steffigraf]

era molto duro, ma con voi abbiamo vinto insieme, quindi grazie mille (x)

jannik sinner to the crowd upon defeating novak djokovic: it was very hard, but with you we won together, so thank you very much

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[nattinatalia]

Jack Harlow x Reader : INSTAGRAM AU

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urbanwyatt Who’s gonna tell her Ezequiel is afraid of penguins?

druski how is one afraid of penguins? Oh Jackman’s seed only 😂😂

jackharlow I’ll fuck you up. If I recall correctly, didn’t you have him feed a duck and he got poked??? So now he’s afraid of ALL bird animal related.

cozane Dru be terrorizing kids everywhere.

yourusername That’s why my kids terrorize him back 😈

druski They really do, won’t forget the time Mia called me broke 🙄 she’s lying to everyone.

claybornharlow Don’t lie on my niece now.

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jackharlow Did you miss us? 🤪

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yourusername WE’RE BAAACKKK 👀

urbanwyatt They not ready 🤫

druski I missed you only!!!!! Should’ve left y/n stranded on the island

yourusername I hate you.

djdrama 🔥 🔥 🔥 🔜 💿

cozane Tell a friend of a friend, THE HARLOWS ARE BACK!!!

jackharlow 🤪 💜

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jackharlow 💜💜💜

jackharlow I love you

jackharlow Also not me missing the last slide 😭 you play too much

jackharlowsource 😂☺️

druski You swear, he gave that chain to me

yourusername Damn then I guess he has two different ones because I was just wearing it while riding him

druski 🤮

yourusername 🤪🤪🤪

urbanwyatt My babies 💜💜 lmao at the last slide!!!!! It was really like that though.

user explain 👀

urbanwyatt no iykyk

yourusername 😭😭😭

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