#orson krennic x ofc

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It's Not A Game If It's Real

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Orson Krennic x Fem!Reader

Rating: 18+ MINORS DNI, Smut

Chapter 2

Orson watched you carefully, that perfume you wore was unmistakable, he’d spent the better part of an evening inhaling it like it was the only breathable air in the room, he wouldn’t mistake it again.

     He’d awoken to find his bed empty, although unsurprised, Orson felt a pang of disappointment, he would have loved the sight of you first thing in the morning, igniting his every sense yet again.

     He stood behind you and saw the small mark peaking just above your collar, the one he had placed there. He hadn’t realised at the time how big it was, but then he was a little distracted.

     Orson could tell that you were mortified, but it was everything in his power to stop himself from laughing. The chances could not have been slimmer that he would ever run into you again. This was just a farce, and one he was enjoying immeasurably.

     The first meeting between the department heads would be a short one, it usually was, but he couldn’t take his eyes away from you. Even without the dress, you were stunning. Your eyes flickered over your work, the way you wetted your lips occasionally, and the professional manner in which you conducted yourself when being spoken to. But always the hint of what was beneath the surface; desire, passion and a wicked playfulness that would disarm any man at every turn.

     Once it was over, he noticed you breathing deeply and steadily. He needed to speak to you sooner rather than later.

     ‘Colonel Sarlin.’ Orson kept his voice steady, trying not to startle you in front of your peers, who were making their way out of the conference room. ‘I read your report on the new weapons system you’re researching. You’re looking into Kyber crystals?’

     You cleared your throat, much to his delight. ‘Yes, sir.’ Keeping it professional while there were still people around was probably a good idea.

     Your whole demeanour was different, the confidence you’d shown the night before was disappearing quickly and Orson didn’t want you to think the worst.

     Finally, everyone was gone and it was just the two of you left.

     ‘Kaida,’ he said gently, feeling himself softening. He suddenly couldn’t help but laugh, easing your tension immediately.

     ‘Well, I’m glad you find this funny.’ You sighed, finally letting go of the professional façade you had. ‘I’m fucking mortified, if I’d known who you were-‘

     ‘You wouldn’t have asked me to fuck you like I meant it?’ Orson tried to stop laughing.

     ‘Oh my god.’ Your hands went straight to your temples.

     Orson only stopped laughing when it was clear you were about to have a full on panic attack.

     ‘Kaida, just breathe.’ He said, with a slightly more serious tone, gently placing his hand on your upper arm. ‘Nice and deep, slowly. Just breathe. Everything will be fine.’

     ‘How can you say that?!’ You hissed. ‘I slept with my boss, and we did… oh my god, the things we did.’ You began pacing.

     ‘Tremendously memorable, if you ask me.’

     ‘Well, I’m not asking.’ You hissed again. ‘Oh fuck, I’m so sorry, I really shouldn’t be talking to you like this. Fuck!’

     Orson leaned back against the table, still smiling at you and thinking this was just hilarious. He let you have a moment to panic before speaking again.

     ‘Would it help if I told you that what we did will not affect your position here?’ He offered. ‘I won’t hold it against you, I won’t treat you any differently or expect anything of you. What I said last night still stands, I will not pressure you into anything you don’t want to do… well, apart from where deadlines are concerned.’

     You shrugged, agreeing that was probably inevitable.

     ‘You feel better now? Or would you like to vent your frustrations another way?’

     Your head snapped around to Orson and he couldn’t deny a part of him was very intimidated.

     ‘I’m joking,’ he said, standing back up straight and almost backing away. ‘I’m joking, obviously.’

     ‘You had better be.’ You said, but once again hated it. ‘Oh god, I should be more respectful than this, I can’t just talk to you like I did last night.’

     ‘Certainly not in front of company… although I seem to remember-‘

     ‘Don’t!’ You snapped, seriously. Orson couldn’t help but laugh, easing your fears once again.

     ‘Okay, I’m sorry. If you’d like we can talk about this, I’m free tonight, if you are?’ He offered, but your suspicious gaze had him realising that the woman he met last night was a rare sight indeed. You just weren’t the confident, sexy, beautiful woman he’d spent hours fucking, at least not all the time, but something inside him wanted to see her again, he wanted to see the beauty you could be. ‘I’m not trying to insinuate anything, I’m not pressuring you into anything, but more suggesting it might be good for us to assess where we are and how we move forward.’

     Orson watched you thinking for a moment, nodding to yourself. ‘Yeah, yeah, I think that’s a good idea.’

     ‘Good.’ Orson gave a brief nod. ‘In that case, good day to you, Colonel Sarlin.’

     ‘And you, Director Krennic.’

     Something about the way you said it had Orson thinking on how much he’d like to hear you whispering it to him whilst in the privacy of his office. How beautiful could he make you feel once again?

---

You managed to find your office and set up your things ready to work on your research into the Kyber crystals.

     There was a lot to do and for the longest time you had been looking forward to impressing your new boss with your findings, but things were… slightly more complicated now.

     You spent most of the day trying not to get distracted.

In your head you kept getting Orson and Director Krennic mixed up. Orson was the man who’d made you feel so beautiful you thought you’d die of too much pleasure. Director Krennic was a man with a reputation for being difficult to please, uptight and not one for dishing out sympathy at the best of times.

     It didn’t seem possible that the man you’d met the previous night was an unreasonable man, however, you barely knew him.

     ‘Colonel Sarlin?’ A voice came from the door.

     ‘Yes?’ You looked up to see the Director himself standing in your doorway.

     You checked the time, having found that it was well into the evening and you’d completely lost track of time.

      ‘Shit!’ You hissed, standing to attention. ‘Apologies, Director, I lost track of time.’

     Orson smirked just a little, stepping all the way into your office and allowing the door to close behind him.

     ‘That’s alright, I’m early anyway.’ He said, his voice hitting that gorgeous depth that had you so sucked in the previous night. ‘You don’t have to stand to attention when we're alone, I’m not going to hold it against you.’ You frowned for a moment. ‘I have to say, I was incredibly impressed with your research, I do hope we can find a proper use for it.’

     ‘Yes, sir.’ You nodded, swallowing nervously. ‘Really?’

     ‘You sound surprised.’

     ‘Well, I… yes, well, no sir.’

     That crystal gaze had you rooted to the spot, unsure of how to present yourself in his presence anymore. You knew Orson could sense your tension as he stepped towards you slowly.

     ‘We should talk more about it tomorrow once you’ve had a chance to rest.’ He spoke quietly, but always with that smirk. ‘For now, why don’t we take this conversation somewhere more private?’ You were about to speak when he held his hand up to stop. ‘My statement still stands, Kaida. I’m not here to make things difficult, but we do need to clear the air and I’d rather do so somewhere we can speak more freely.’

     He was referring to your quarters which had no monitoring devices of any kind, standard for someone in your position. Your office had a camera, but Orson and a couple of security officers were the only ones with access to the feeds. Again, standard.

     ‘Of course, this way.’ You nodded, picking up your datapad and heading through the door that adjoined your office.

     You hadn’t had a chance to unpack yet, having dumped your things in the middle of the floor, and heading straight for the meeting that afternoon. It was sparse and basic, open plan with a small living area and a bed that sat to one side. Your bathroom was the only thing closed off, everything else was basically like a studio flat, but there was something quite charming about it.

     You quickly moved your bags away from the door, bending over and feeling Orson stop before walking into you.

     ‘You should unpack as soon as you can.’ Orson smirked once again, why did he have to look so good when he did that? ‘We find that officers who feel settled in their personal space, settle into their work more easily.’

     ‘I just didn’t have the chance, sir.’ You said, taking a deep breath and stepping into your space that still didn’t quite feel like your own yet.

     ‘Kaida,’ Orson spoke softly behind you. ‘You can drop the “sir” for now. I know that you must feel somewhat embarrassed, maybe even uncomfortable with what happened last night, but your research is the reason you’re here, it’s essential to my latest design, I need you focused on that.’

     ‘I know.’ You found yourself whispering. ‘It’s just that…’

     ‘Please speak freely.’ He coaxed. ‘You weren’t afraid to last night.’

     ‘That was different.’ You turned to face Orson, realising he was much close than you realised, that crystal blue gaze taking all of you in once again. ‘I was just… I didn’t think it would… it was just a game with a stranger.’

     ‘I understand.’ Orson nodded, folding his hands behind his back and taking another step close to you, you could smell the freshly cleaned white uniform he wore. ‘We all need a moment to be our true selves and finding someone to indulge with us is a privilege scarcely earned.’

     ‘But that’s not me.’ You half laughed. ‘I’m not that person. I don’t ask for things like that, it’s just…’

     ‘Selfish?’

     ‘Yes!’

     ‘Kaida,’ it was Orson’s turn to chuckle. ‘You’re allowed to be selfish, especially when playing a game for a night. You wanted to feel how beautiful you are and why shouldn’t you ask for it? As far as you were concerned, I wasn’t anyone important. But please don’t feel embarrassed about any of it. Speaking as the man you met last night, it was my pleasure as much as yours.’

     You watched him for a moment or two, wondering who exactly this man was now. ‘You know they all say you’re uptight.’

     ‘Do they?’ Orson smirked, like he already knew. ‘And what do you think?’

     You thought for a moment. ‘I think the man I met last night… honestly?’

     ‘It would be appreciated.’ Orson nodded.

     ‘When I got back to my room, I thought about how I was glad to have met you.’

     You watched Orson take another step towards you, that smirk of suspicion plain to see. ‘Is that it?’ You frowned. ‘Seems like quite a plain thing to say after the things we did.’

     At least he was still able to make you laugh.

     ‘Kaida,’ he said, gently. ‘Putting our professional positions to one side for a moment… I am glad to have seen that part of you. Something tells me you’re not exactly one for spontaneous nights spent with strangers.’

     ‘No.’ You chuckled. ‘Not at all.’

     Orson nodded, you caught the small bite of his lower lip, before clearing his throat. ‘Well…’ neither of you were quite sure of the end of the sentence, but Orson somehow managed to turn everything around. ‘I will repeat what I said earlier: this won’t compromise your position, it was simply a coincidence and I’m sure we’re grown up enough to put it to one side. Besides, I can’t afford to lose you on this project.’ You frowned again. ‘I told you, the infamous Colonel Sarlin and her Kyber Crystal research is of vital importance. I don’t want to make things awkward for you, so it would be better for us both if we could agree to put everything behind us.’

     ‘Agreed.’ You nodded, smiling. ‘I want to be here and to continue my research. Putting this behind us seems like the most adult thing to do.’

     ‘Good.’ Something about his clenched jaw caught your eye, but you dismissed it as soon as you thought it could be anything other than awkwardness. ‘In that case, I’ll be going. I’ll see you tomorrow at our first briefing?’

     ‘Of course.’

     It was a few seconds before Orson went to leave, but there was still one thing left to say. You stepped closer to stop him from leaving.

     ‘Orson,’ you said, making him turn around. ‘I just… sorry…’

     ‘What is it?’ He asked, gently. ‘You might not get another chance to say it if it’s personal.’ He coaxed you.

     ‘Look, I just wanted to say… on a personal level…’ you could feel the warmth flooding your body once again. ‘Thank you for letting me have a night for myself.’ You swallowed, watching his crystal gaze soften almost entirely. ‘It’s not often I feel particularly beautiful in any sense, so… thank you for bringing that out of me, it meant a lot… even if it was just a game.’

     Orson didn’t take his eyes away from you for a moment, somehow they sucked you in and suddenly you could feel those warm lips pressing against yours once again. He gently sucked your lower lip, making you groan into a deeper kiss. Orson’s hands cradled your face, his fingers sliding gently down your throat, making you gasp out and feel his smile against your mouth.

     Your hands found the buttons of his pristine white uniform and began unbuttoning frantically. Fuck, you wanted to feel that warm skin against yours again.

     Orson helped to shake off his jacket, revealing his bare chest, his hands delving into your hair, unpinning it from the tight bun that was, again, standard for your working life. The second your hair cascaded down, Orson groaned, firmly pinning you to the wall beside your bed. You felt his hips pushing into you slowly, just enough that you could feel him through his trousers.

     You could feel his lean waist under your hands, the softness of his skin, igniting your desires once more.

     Orson suddenly grabbed your wrists, smiling against your lips, he brought them above your head, holding them with one hand and began unbuttoning your own jacket with the other. His mouth moved to your neck, sucking the sensitive skin and gently biting to make you sigh out close to his ear.

     Orson growled into your chest as his mouth began descending down between your breasts, letting your wrists go so that you could feel his skin, his lean body, his soft hair.

     He didn’t wait another moment, stripping your jacket off and throwing it somewhere behind him, before making quick work of your trousers and returning to plant a hungry kiss to your mouth.

     ‘Kaida,’ he gasped. ‘Tell me how you want to be fucked.’

     The request on it’s own was enough to sent hot bolts through your core.

     ‘Right here.’ You needed him. You held onto his shoulders, giving into the deep kiss once again, fuck it was good. ‘Fuck me right here, Orson, please.’

     He let out a dark chuckle and you heard his belt suddenly unbuckling and hitting the floor. Orson brought your leg to sit over his hip, pulling your underwear to one side, and in one gloriously swift motion, he thrust all the way inside of you.

     You head stretched back at the feeling, your back arching as much as the wall behind you would allow for. Orson groan vibrated through your neck as he began gently biting at the sensitive skin, making you cry out with laughter at how good it felt to feel him once again.

     ‘That’s it, darling.’ He growled. ‘Just enjoy it.’

     Orson’s fingers slid between you and found your clit, he knew how to make you come, so there really was nothing left to do but enjoy it. Your nails dug into his shoulders the closer you got to coming, but it only spurred Orson on that much more.

     ‘Come on, darling,’ he panted, his hip thrusting at just the right pace. ‘Let me see how beautiful you really are. Come for me. Just for me.’

     The possession was what struck you down, the idea of existing only to be pleased by a man who clearly loved the way you looked when you came, was to die for.

     ‘Fuck, yes, Orson!’ You cried, holding tighter onto him.

     ‘Good girl.’ He smiled into another firm kiss, but he didn’t stop fucking you, in fact he removed his hand from between your bodies, only to slide it under your other leg and lift you around his waist. ‘God, yes!’ He groaned, kissing and biting your chest and neck. ‘That’s it, darling.’

     ‘God, Orson,’ you panted. ‘Harder, please.’

     He chuckled at you begging for more, but not once did he stop. Orson thrust deeper and firmer, giving you exactly what you asked for, encouraging you to take him for as long as you could.

     ‘Fuck, I’m gonna come, darling.’ Orson finally gasped, his thrusts quicker momentarily before he moaned out your name, saying it over and over again like it was the only thing he knew how to say anymore.

     You couldn’t help but chuckle a little at how good it felt to be a part of him once more.

     Orson allowed you both a moment or two to calm down before the reality of what had happened hit you.

Orson felt you tensing, he gently pulled away from your neck, kissing your temple softly and inhaling deeply.

     ‘It’s just a game, Kaida.’ He whispered. ‘It’s okay to play once in a while.’

     ‘Yeah.’ You panted, still unsure of what exactly possessed you to sleep with your boss again. ‘I don’t suppose the air is that much clearer.’

     Orson chuckled against your hair in a really rather domestic way. ‘No… or yes.’

     ‘What do you mean?’

     Orson gently pulled back a little more. ‘What if…’ his soft gaze traced over your face. ‘What if we keep playing?’ You frowned. ‘We’re adults, we have needs and it seems like we can satisfy them for each other… quite well if you ask me. What if we play this game every once in a while? No one has to know, as long as we maintain professional conduct in front of others. There’s no harm in it.’

     You thought for a moment. ‘The irony of you asking me that whilst you’re still inside me.’ You rolled your eyes, making him laugh.

     Orson eased out of you finally, leaving you feeling a little emptier than before.

     ‘Why don’t you think about it?’ Orson kissed your temple again. ‘There’s no pressure to say yes, but… it could be fun.’

     That smirk. It would get you every time.

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Daddy Krennic Headcanon [Tarkin's daughter reader]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[sagitariusrising]

I Let The Beast in Too Soon

“I let the beast in too soon, I don't know how to live without my hand on his throat, I fight him always and still. Oh darling, it's so sweet, you think you know how crazy, how crazy I am. You say you don't spook easy, you won't go, but I know, And I pray that you will…”

A man with silver hair meets a woman covered in stars…

18+ content. Orson Krennic / OFC; Modern AU; Modern Rogue One tech interpretations; Boston setting; Defense Contractor!Krennic; Scientist!Krennic; Kyber Crystals; OFC with psychic abilities; Mentions of Wilhuff Tarkin, Galen Erso, Chirrut Îmwe, Baze Malbus; other characters forthcoming; clubbing; alcohol use; smut; mutual attraction dialed up to 11; safer sex practices; OFC doesn't have time for Krennic's games; emotional vulnerability from both characters; fear; Krennic is besotted; more tags to be added later

Word Count: 5450-ish

This story is inspired by the house on the bluff on the coast and my need to put Orson Krennic and his science in a modern setting.

Full courage!! This is my first full fic post ever and the story has lived rent-free in my head for years. Several of you have seen it, you know who you are, specifically @smolbeandrabbles (who was my first reader: OCs = my babies), and @pinksiamese (who gave me thoughtful and constructive feedback, edited what was needed, and kicked my rear end into gear). I owe a lot to @sufferthesea (and her perfect comm that helped form the entire planned story) There's more...

Playlist (in order)

The title comes from "Fast as You Can," by Fiona Apple: This song nicely encompasses the entire planned fic.

"More," by the Sisters of Mercy.

"Fascination Street," by The Cure

"Perfect Kiss," by New Order

"Natural One" by the Folk Implosion

"The Killing Moon," by Echo and the Bunnymen

OFCs faceclaim is here

***

A man with silver hair entered the club. 

Kary noticed him immediately, but who wouldn’t? Confident in his masculinity, pale suit, and haughty expression. He checked his coat at the door and surveyed the dance floor. 

Feigning disinterest, she peeked as he strode to the bar.  He raised his hand and ordered a drink. 

He’s too old to be here, he’s probably slumming tonight. Maybe he’s lost? Or meeting someone? 

That was it. Turning her attention back to the beat of the music, she lost herself in the dancing. Tonight’s venture away from home had a purpose: she needed the distraction, to get outside of her head. 

***

Clubbing in the theatre district hadn’t been part of Orson Krennic’s evening agenda. Tonight was supposed to be his big sendoff, but he’d left the festivities early, feeling let down and almost empty. 

The event had been part presentation, part retirement party. Krennic delivered his academic paper, titled “Nanotechnology and Optic Crystals: Military Applications of Laser Technology for Drone Warfare” at the banquet sponsored jointly by MIT and Tarkin Industries. A celebration, his last hurrah. 

Retired from the Navy with Captain stripes in place,  Krennic went to work in the private sector. For Wilhuff Tarkin, his rival both in school and in the service. Putting their differences aside, the two men had diligently worked to produce technology for military contracts. 

After five years, Krennic had become bored and embittered. Tarkin had regularly second-guessed and belittled his ideas and took more than his fair share of credit for their designs. Krennic was paid well and was respected in the industry--at least to his face. And he had all the status symbols: a penthouse apartment with a view of the waterfront, first name status at all the restaurants, and an expensive car. Plenty of beautiful women threw themselves at him, a rotation of bed partners whom he’d enjoy for the night and forget in the morning.

But the thrill was gone. 

Krennic was bored. He wanted something beyond the superficiality of business transactions and casual sex. His weapon designs had become repetitive, the innovation was gone. The social scene in Boston was dull and noisy. He began to entertain the possibility of a more substantial relationship, but the dating apps were bewildering: all of his matches were airbrushed women with parted lips who called him “Daddy.” 

Galen Erso was the zenith of his disillusion. They had been as thick as thieves in the Science Corps, had come up together in the Futures Program, attended MIT together, and become commissioned officers in the same unit in the Navy. They were like Oppenheimer and Groves: the crystal-based lasers they designed together were invaluable to the government and had been used for crushing conflict in countries across the globe. 

But Galen had seen the impact of their work in real-time, the bodies of civilians whom their weapons had struck down. Horrified and encouraged by his wife, Galen had resigned his commission, left the Navy, and settled on some organic farm in the middle of nowhere to raise a family. 

Krennic had seen Galen at a protest in front of Tarkin Industries. Disheveled, with long hair and hemp trousers, Galen had been carrying a sign that said STOP THE WEAPONS OF WAR and was leading a chant of REMEMBER THE INNOCENT. The next day, Krennic received an email with attached photos of dead bodies and destroyed cities. 

Deciding he needed an exit plan, Krennic spent extra hours at the lab, developing and testing a new application, nanotechnology with ion beams reflecting from lenses made from Kyberium.  Testing in the lab had proved successful, his field simulations had confirmed his hypotheses, and he’d been able to duplicate his results successfully. 

The power of the Kyberium was swift and deadly. Applying for a patent was easy and he had stealthily offered the technology to Raytheon. Krennic was going to get out of Boston, build a house up north by the ocean, and figure out the next chapter of his life.  

After the sale had gone through---a generous profit and a share of Raytheon’s proceeds in perpetuity---he had sold his shares in Tarkin Industries and resigned. Wihuff was furious, apoplectic. And humiliated when the paper Krennic had written about the technology had gotten noticed and published in a well-regarded academic journal. Forced to swallow his pride, Tarkin had arranged for Krennic to present the paper at tonight’s conference and combined the presentation with a retirement party. 

The applause had been thunderous. After the presentation, Krennic accepted a glass of scotch and made his way around the room, shaking hands and nodding at his peers' congratulations. Tarkin muttered “congratulations” and palmed over a shining point of Kyberium, Krennic nodded his thanks and slid the crystal into his pocket.  But the room was stuffy, the company boring, and there was too much fawning. He had already moved on. Krennic ducked out of the gala as soon as he could. 

***

He had boarded the subway with the intent of going home. But at the Theatre District stop, he’d made a spur-of-the-moment decision to get off the train and walk the remainder of the way. 

The sidewalks were crowded with theatergoers, tourists, and scads of people streaming in and out of the blocks of dance clubs. The music coming out of one of the clubs had stopped him: the tunes reminded him of his youth and decided he would have a drink and perhaps find some female company, he’d paid the ridiculous cover charge and gone in. 

The pulse of “More” by the Sisters of Mercy greeted him.  Through flashing lights and the crowd at the bar, the dance floor was packed. 

Meeting women was easy: his looks and obvious income made sure of that. But surveying the room, he thought blonde...brunette...too thin...too fat...too odd looking...taken...Christ, they’re all too young!” 

He ordered bourbon, tugged off his tie, and stuffed it in his pocket. Maybe he would just sit and enjoy the scenery. 

Leaning against the bar, he scanned the crowds. 

And found her. 

Twirling on the dance floor, a shapely redhead. Pale skin, with tattoos covering her shoulders and back. She wore a thin camisole and a flowy skirt made of silky material. Younger than him, but not a kid. She sang along to the music, oblivious to others. 

No dance partner. He watched her rebuff a man who slid up against her. Interesting…

The opening chords of “Fascination Street” by the Cure dropped from the speakers. 

Krennic watched the girl change her rhythm and sway her body to the music; enchanted to watch her run her hands over her shoulders and hips, twisting and turning. He’d found his mark for the evening. He ordered another bourbon and downed it. More courage, he needed a buzz to focus his concentration.

***

Kary was grieving: Baze and Imwe were dead, and their house was on the market. Nan had died two years ago. Her circle of protection, the friends who had helped her understand her powers and harness and control the visions. 

And the responsibility that had been left to her. She shook it off.

Just stop. Dance, get another drink. 

She twirled to the pulse of the music, hands in her hair. The song faded away. Out of breath, she turned to the bar. 

The silver-haired man was staring at her. 

She met his gaze. A jolt flared in her belly. He was cruelly handsome: tall, flinty blue eyes. And still alone. 

What is he doing here? 

Intrigued, she maneuvered to the bar. An empty seat allowed Kary a clear view. 

And why is he staring at me? 

Flagging down the bartender, she ordered a bottle of water.  She downed it in large gulps. Then, a gin and tonic. Triple limes. Her third, fourth drink of the night? She’d forgotten. 

…screw it.

She gulped her drink and swiped her hand across her face. the juniper tingled on her tongue. 

Tonight is for forgetting. 

He was still watching her.

***

Her bare back was half-turned towards him and Krennic’s eyes followed the lines of tattoos; they wrapped her back and shoulders, clear patterns of constellations: Cygnus, Lyra, Hercules, Draco, Capricorn, Sagittarius, Scorpio, Libra. His trained eye found the circumpolar patterns of Ursa Major and Minor, Cassiopeia, and Cepheus.

The night sky, he thought. Northern Hemisphere in the summertime. A slight smile tucked one corner of his mouth. She knows her astronomy.

Repositioning himself to get a better view, he continued to study her. Hair cascaded into tendrils of copper that glimmered in the colored lights. Damp with sweat, her camisole clung to her body, enhancing the round sweep of her waist and breasts. But her smile was unaffected, she seemed oblivious to the admiring glances. 

Including mine…

The music covered his growl. That body. 

Phantom sensations of her pressed against him, curves swaying on the dance floor. His cock stirred as he envisioned her hair spread across the sheets of his bed, his hands moving her hips to match his rhythm, that smile evolving into moans of pleasure.

Krennic put down his empty glass and signaled the bartender. “Another. And send a drink,” he said, raising his voice over the music, “to the redhead with the tattoos.”

He watched the bartender mix another drink and slide it in front of her. She shook her head. The bartender retracted it and poured her a shot of something instead. Krennic watched her toss it back and signal for another.

“Sorry, bro.” The bartender handed Krennic the refused cocktail. “The lady says no.”

Krennic smirked and stared down the bar. Her eyes met his; cool and savvy, gleaming with interest. No giggling or primping herself, no salacious expressions or fluttering of eyelashes: none of the usual female responses to his interest. But she was returning his appraising gaze, eyes drifting from his face, studying his body, drifting to below his waist. She met his eye again and seemed to remember herself, and her eyes darted away.  Then she shrugged and returned his smirk. She turned away. 

This girl is a rebel.  

His intrigue continued to grow. So did the lust coursing through him. He got up and strode towards her.

***

Kary focused her attention on the drink in front of her. 

Who is this guy? 

The way he held himself and the smirk on his face told her that he was used to getting what he wanted.

This is getting more and more interesting... he’s played this game before, but I’m not falling for run-of-the-mill games. 

“Not feeling thirsty?” 

His voice was rich and distinguished, gilded with an accent she couldn’t quite place: Australian? South African? 

He glared at the young man sitting next to her until he got up and left. 

Stomach flipping, Kary watched him take the vacated seat. She shook her head and looked him over; he was dressed in a crisp white shirt, pale grey slacks, cufflinks, and an expensive watch. The body beneath was broad through the chest and tapered at the waist. He had enormous hands. Close up, his eyes were shockingly blue, full of intelligence and cunning. 

Not as old as I thought. She studied his hair; up close, black threads wove through the silver.

He studied her too, eyes sweeping over her.

“Not feeling chatty, either?” 

Kary shook her head. She met his eyes and felt the familiar white noise in her head that was the precursor of…what she was drinking to block. She focused on his mouth instead, fearful that her eyes would give away the attraction she felt. 

Or see who he really is…

Finishing her drink and tilting her head towards the dance floor, Kary got up and walked away. 

***

Snubbed again. He watched her weave into the crowd. Or am I?

Krennic’s amusement deepened. His interest sharpened. This stunning woman wasn’t falling prey to his small talk and wasn't visibly impressed by his stature. His pride was wounded, but with every passing second, he felt she was worth the challenge. He wished he was still in the Navy; perhaps his dress whites would have made a stronger impression, but then again, she didn’t know who he was—his past, his work, his connections.

Even if she did, would she be impressed? 

He scanned the dance floor, found her twirling to the music. They locked eyes and she jerked her head.

New Order blasted from the DJ booth. “Perfect Kiss.” It was one of his favorites, with its gorgeous synth-pop bridge and climax. 

I haven’t danced informally for years. 

Downing the last of his bourbon, he straightened his shoulders and neck. He kept his eyes on her and removed his cufflinks, and rolled up his sleeves.

***

Keeping her back to the bar, Kary waited for the silver-haired man to join her. 

Will he accept the challenge? Or is he too proud to let go of himself?

Warmth settled up and down her back. The scent of expensive cologne and tobacco wrapped around her shoulders. Lips hovered close to her ear.

“May I touch you?”

That accent. She shivered, her thighs clenching together; she turned her head toward him. Nodded. Her hips filled his splayed hands. Kary’s head spun. He found the beat of the music with his body and buried his face in her hair, matching her pace. His fingers caressed through the silk of her clothes. His hard cock pressed against her backside. 

No attempt to hide that. She struggled with her breath.

The nine minutes of the song felt like an eternity, which then dissolved into “Natural One” by Folk Implosion.

He spun her around and locked eyes with her, slinging his arms over her shoulders. She didn’t know if it was the drink, the music, or just lust, but she pressed herself close to the man with the silver hair. Tugging her closer, he eased her into a thrusting movement that matched the beat of the song. He slipped a long muscular thigh between hers and she ground herself against him, fresh jolts of desire rattling her spine. His hand skimmed down her back and cradled her bottom, moved lower, and went under her skirt; she was wet, and if she kept going like this, she was going to come right there on the dance floor. 

I don’t care.

The white noise in her head dissolved into the red noise in her blood.

The music changed again.

***

The moody romance of Echo and the Bunnymen’s “Killing Moon” slowed the pace of the dancefloor. 

Krennic stepped back and let a sliver of air between them. Twirling her into a waltz-like move, he steered one steadying hand between her shoulders and dropped the other one to her hip. As the music swelled, he eased her into a backward dip and left a lingering kiss on the throat. 

She groaned.

Grinning, he drifted his lips up the curve of her neck.

He wanted more but the song ended and she pulled away from him.

“I’ll be back.” She made brief eye contact, then smirked. “But if I’m not, you should come find me.”

She walked away, trailing her fingers down his arm.

***

Pushing her way through the crowd of women in front of the ladies room, she found an empty single bathroom with a door. Locking herself in, washed her hands and studied herself in the mirror. She was flushed, hot. Her hair was a mess. 

Do I know what to do next? She steadied her breath. He’s a catch, that’s for sure…but why is he here? 

She wasn’t looking for a man. The dance floor was full of women who would gladly take her place. She had come to the club to escape her grief. He was just a bonus to the night, a sexy dance partner who could be filed away as a fantasy.

He’s fucking hot, but there is too much at stake. She pushed back from the sink. I’ve gotta lose him…like now.  

Running one hand through her snarled-up hair, she opened the door. 

What happened next was a blur.

***

Krennic grabbed her hips and pulled her against him. He kissed her full on the mouth, his tongue seeking hers. He grinned as she returned the kiss, once, twice then jerked her head away and buried her face in his neck, kissing along his jawline and running her fingers through his hair. 

Nails scraped against his scalp. Krennic growled and shoved her against the bathroom sink. Hoisting her up, he felt her legs wrap around his waist. Desire boiled over as she ground herself against him. Pushing her further back he kissed her chest, pushed his hands under her camisole and bra, and cupped her bare breasts, running his thumbs over her nipples. She thrust herself back against him, hands scrambling at the buttons on his shirt, growing more desperate and her hands traveled lower, the last button popped off and rattled against the floor. 

Chest bare, he grunted as she nipped at his collarbone, the sensation going straight to his cock. Pulling her back again against the sink, he yanked up her skirt, running his hands up her legs. Krennic couldn’t contain his smile at the whimpering sounds she made as he plunged his fingers past her panties and found her wet. 

Krennic pressed his fingers into her. Swirling and exploring, he grazed her clit and pressed harder as he heard her gasp.  Stopping, he lowered his mouth against her ear and whispered: 

“Is this for me? Did I do this to you?” His smile got wider as he met her eyes and watched her nod. 

Hooking his thumbs into the waistband of her panties, he drew them down. She spread her legs to pull them off entirely and reached for his belt. 

Her hands rubbed his cock through his pants, then stopped. Hissing at the friction, he looked down at her: she was frowning. 

“Do you have something?” Her voice was soft, but firm. 

Krennic mentally clawed his way out of his haze of lust. 

What? Something? Oh. Protection. 

Of course he didn’t have anything: tonight he hadn’t planned on an adventure with a strange woman.

Glancing around the room, he noticed a condom dispenser on the wall. Coins only. He had no change. 

Reluctantly pulling away from her, Krennic examined the dispenser. Bending his elbow, he jammed it against the machine. Once, twice, three times. The dispenser dented and clanged open, condoms scattering across the floor. Krennic grabbed a handful and tossed them on the edge of the sink. Problem solved. 

She grabbed the waist of his slacks and pulled him back to her. Another kiss then moved her face away.

Why wouldn’t she look at him?

And why was she avoiding kissing him on the mouth but letting him touch her everywhere else? 

Krennic resolved to get to the bottom of these questions right after…

An insistent nip under his ear brought him back to reality. Krennic responded with a bite to her neck and slid his hands back under her skirt. Less tentative this time, he thrust a finger directly into her warmth and slid his hand around her back, holding her steady as she gasped and teetered on the edge of the sink. The only way this was going to work was if she could keep her balance against the sink. Fucking in a public bathroom was something he hadn’t done in years and he certainly wasn’t going to take her on the filthy floor. 

She gasped as he pressed into her, she was so fucking wet, his palm pressing against her clit. Feeling her rub against him harder, he withdrew his hand. Krennic smirked as she whined in protest. He kept his voice light, teasing. 

“Feeling eager?”

Krennic’s belt buckle clattered as she unzipped his slacks, jerking them down along with his boxers.  Krennic saw her eyes widen as she boldly grasped him, stroking cock to the base, tightening and relaxing her grip. He groaned as he watched her lean forward and tease him with her tongue.   

Hissing, he pushed her head away and pushed himself against her heat as she dragged her nails across his chest. 

Reaching behind himself, Krennic fumbled for a condom. He had to get inside her. Hands shaking, he dropped the first condom on the floor. She had both hands on him, clenching, dragging. He couldn’t concentrate. Couldn’t open the fucking condom. 

Impatient, she released him and plucked the condom out of his hands.  Blinking in confusion, Krennic watched as she effortlessly opened the wrapper and with swift and triumphant ease, sheathed it over him.  

Grabbing her waist again, he tugged her up onto the sink. Her hand reached between them, and grasped his cock, Krennic covered her hand with his and allowed her to guide him…

Watching her carefully, Krennic saw her eyes go out of focus as he eased into her. Trying to go slowly, to savor her, he gripped her hips, grit his teeth, and fought the urge to bury himself completely into her. She fought him, covering his hands with hers again, threading her fingers over his. Krennic was startled at the sense of intimacy he felt, but this was forgotten as she pushed her hips against his, engulfing him in soft warmth. 

Groaning at the unexpected movement, he watched her, awed as she moved her body against his, bore down once, twice, and then trembled, and cried out. He felt her clench and pulse around him and realized that she was coming already. 

Krennic watched her bite her lips to smother her cries of pleasure. Feeling her go limp, he supported her body against his and continued to thrust into her. She was perfect: hair askew, face flushed, hands sliding across his chest. 

But she wouldn’t look him in the eye. 

Desperate to see her, Krennic pulled out, she whined and clutched at him. He roughly spun her around and pushed her against the sink. Gripping her hips, fingers digging into her soft flesh, he plunged back into her from behind, feeling himself grow harder as she moaned gratefully when he thrust back into her. Gasping, she moved her hips to match his rhythm. 

Burying his face in her hair, Krennic struggled to hold his composure. She was too far away from him, her hands and chest pressed against the sink. Keeping his thrusts shallow, he ran his hands over her back and shoulders and pulled her back against him. his hand roamed over her belly, caressing his fingernails across her breasts, he pressed his hand against her chest and drew her against him. 

He caught a glimpse of them in the mirror in front of the sink. Her face was a mask of pleasure. 

The mirror…

Krennic leaned closer, and whispered in her ear. 

“Look at me, little rebel…”

Her eyes met his in the mirror, feline green and heavy-lidded. She reached up and grasped his hair, shrieking as she came again, slamming her hips against his, keeping her eyes locked with his in the mirror. 

Krennic fucked her through her second orgasm. The combination of her pulsing around his cock with their eye contact and the new rhythm of her hips against him sent him over his own edge. His orgasm shot through him. He gasped, pounding himself into her, coming hard, blissful, dissolving. 

He continued to thrust through the aftershocks, burying his face in her neck, breathing in her scent, something floral, her sweat combined with his own. Moving his hand down her chest, over her belly, and back down between her legs, fingers brushing against her clit, grinning at her gasps. 

Images of tenderness flashed through his mind. Inviting her to his bed, drinking coffee, and lounging in bed with the newspaper. Her tattoos, the stars lining her shoulders and back:  maybe she would understand his work. 

Christ, I didn’t even know her name. 

Still inside her but receding, he wrapped his arms around her waist and nuzzled her neck. Her hand moved against his, then up to his face. She kissed him. Once, twice...she didn’t pull away. 

Someone banged at the door. “Hurry up in there!!!”  

Krennic reluctantly pulled away, and withdrew from her, wincing. She made a mewling sound as she lowered her head. He pulled off the condom, washed his hands, and turned to her. She was meeting his eyes now. He reached for her...

“Will you excuse me?” 

Nodding, he adjusted himself, buttoning his shirt. 

“Just give me a minute”

Krennic stepped out, pushing against another couple trying to get in “Wait your fucking turn”. 

***

Kary sagged against the sink, body thrumming and trying to collect her thoughts. 

When their eyes locked in the mirror, Kary had a vision.

Shouting, fists slammed against tables. A panorama of explosions. The man’s voice, full of awe and pride. 

“Oh! It’s beautiful” 

Combined with his hands on her body, his cock thrusting, the vision had sent her over the edge.  The best sex she’d ever had. 

Her legs were wobbly, she was shocked at how empty she had felt when he pulled out. Turning around to see her backside in the mirror, Kary noticed marks on her hips. She was probably going to have bruises tomorrow. 

I don’t care…

But she did: the visions frightened her. His presence, his power. She was intrigued by the man with the silver hair. He was stern, but a tiny bit vulnerable, a skilled lover who had met her challenge. What was he like outside of this place? 

Hold on: you don't do things like this, you're drunk and lonely, the stars aligned and you let your guard down. 

The fear and desire were overwhelming, and he was waiting for her. 

Did he feel her power? 

Never mind, you’ve got to lose him. Go home and forget this ever happened. 

Cleaning herself up she noticed her panties under the sink, along with the button that had snapped from his shirt. 

Collecting herself, Kary opened the door. He was leaning against the wall, ankles crossed, head lowered. Raising his eyes to her, he bit his lip and gave a shy smile. He reached for her hand. 

“Hey, little rebel…”

Her stomach flipped as his blue eyes continued to plead with her: he had given her that look in the mirror. Kary felt the pulsing between her legs return. 

“I think this is yours.” She held up the button. 

His smile was boyish, the arrogance she had seen earlier was gone. He traced circles on the back of her hand with his thumb. 

Kary tucked it into his pants pocket. 

I need to get out of here. 

“Listen, I’ve got to...you know…” He jerked his head towards the men’s room. “Meet you at the bar?” 

She nodded, and his hand lingered on hers as he pulled away to stand in the short line. Kary backed away, keeping eye contact with him until she left the area. 

She had five minutes, tops. Weaving around the dance floors to the crowded bar, she pushed her way through and flagged the bartender. Throwing a wad of cash on the bar, Kary made her way to the coat check. 

***

Navigating his way back to the bar, Krennic was lost in thought. He was going to settle his bar tab, get her out of this club, and take her to his apartment. Maybe he’d fuck her again, but it wasn’t necessary tonight. He just wanted to hold her, wake up next to her. Get to know her, study the tattoos on her back up close. Figure out who this mystery girl was, and why this felt like something more than a casual fuck. 

She could be the start of something beautiful.

Signaling the bartender, Krennic tossed down a credit card. Signing off on his tab, he glanced around the bar. He surveyed the dance floor: no sign of her. A coil of concern bloomed into panic.  Flagging down the bartender again, Krennic asked “Have you seen the little redhead who was here earlier?” 

The bartender pointed behind him. “I think that’s her over there…” 

Krennic spun around and saw her at the coat check counter. 

She was leaving!

Fighting his way through the crowd, Krennic shouted “Wait!!! Don’t go!!! Please!!”  She glanced over her shoulder, and he caught her eye, pleading “Wait!! I don’t even know your name!”

Her eyes flashed with panic. What happened to the woman who had clung to him? 

Fuck!!

Krennic cursed out loud, shoving people out of his way. She was too far away from him! Stumbling towards the exit, he shoved the door open and ran onto the crowded street. Panicking, he looked left, right, searching desperately for her in the throngs of people. He couldn’t find her. 

Struggling against the impulse to punch out a window, a person, something, Krennic drove both hands into his hair, his heart pounding in despair. He was frantic, he had to find her, but how? 

He didn’t even know her name, how could he let her slip away?!?! 

An idea occurred to him. He pushed back into the club, through the crowds, and up to the bar. Almost shoving a young woman aside, he reached over and grabbed the bartender’s arm. 

“The redhead!? Did she pay by credit card? Do you know her name?!”

Shaking off Krennic's hand, the bartender said “No man, sorry. I’ve never seen her before tonight, she’s not a regular here”

“Did she pay with a credit card!?”

“No man, sorry. She paid with cash. If I were you I’d check your pockets. Lots of thieves come in here, gotta be careful…”

Krennic cursed aloud again, bar patrons staring at him. She couldn't have been a thief. He reached in his pockets. Wallet, money clip, cufflinks-all there. His credit cards and cash were intact, his watch was still on his wrist. He dug into his back pocket, hands finding the button from his shirt, and something else. 

He pulled out a bundle of silk and lace. Her panties. Despite himself, Krennic grinned. His little rebel had gotten the last word in. Now how the fuck could he find her? 

***

Heart hammering,  Kary fought back unplanned tears. He was frantic, heartbroken. She had heard him shout after her and almost had a change of heart. But she shoved the impulse aside and hurried out of the club. Pushing through the people on the sidewalk, she ducked into a parking garage and pressed herself against a retaining wall, hearing him holler in the streets. 

She looked for a way out. The parking garage had an exit at the opposite end. Pulling out her phone, she called an Uber to pick her up. She needed to get home, away from where he could find her.  

Baze and Îmwe had tried to teach her control her response to the Kyber crystals. But the visions were too overwhelming, unbearable. There was always a surge of power, blue and green fire.

And the silhouette of a man…

Dammit, this is no time to speculate, get out of here…

Looking up, she searched the shy. Through the glow of the city, she found the glint of the North Star and breathed through her panic.

Kary didn’t even know the silver-haired man’s name. It was better this way. 

***

Krennic paced back and forth. He had taken a cab home, muttering his address to the driver and sitting in the back, clenching his fists and trying to keep a handle on his panic and anger. 

He’d poured himself a bourbon, downed it, and poured another. The apartment, modern and sleek, seemed less like a home, too damn tidy. She would have been a beam of freshness and color to this place. 

The bourbon was getting to him and he was going to pay tomorrow. Krennic didn’t care, the drink wasn’t numbing his wounded pride and the confusing -imagined?- connection he felt with the redhead. He pulled her panties out of his pocket. Again. Stroking the soft silk, he remembered the groans of pleasure, her weight against him, her lips, his surprising feelings. 

It’s been a long time since you’ve wanted to take someone home with you. 

He clenched his fists, downed the rest of his bourbon, and threw the tumbler to the floor. Ignoring the shattering glass, he thought “This is why I have to get the fuck out of Boston”. 

Desperate for a distraction, Krennic picked up his phone. He scrolled through what looked like a million missed text messages and phone calls.

His realtor.

“​Orson, where the hell are you? I’ve been trying to reach you all night. I’ve got your dream house, it’s going on the market next week, and you’ve got the first showing. Be there, bring your checkbook.”

A date. An address: Coburn Cove. Manchester-by-the-Sea. 

And several photos of a ramshackle house atop a buff facing the ocean.

…to be continued

#orson krennic #orson krennic x ofc #k/k #ben mendelsohn #rogue one #more tags tbd #krick's fics

[wickednerdery]

I scream god forgive me please ‘Cause I want you on your knees

There’s not much reason for this except I wrote an Orson Krennic smut fic, Eager, awhile back and then read @wadeyourebarelyalive‘s Galactic Sins today, haha!

(You should seriously read both fics, Krennic fans! 😉)

#orson krennic #orson krennic x oc #orson krennic x ofc #star wars #rogue one #star wars: rogue one #smutty smut #fanfiction #my fanfic #not my fic #not my oc #but also my oc #recommended #naughty naughty #the thirst is real #Prequel #aesthetic #made it myself #come to the dark side #you'll love it #self-promo #Ben Mendelsohn

[beneathstarryskies]

Masterlist

Okay, so this is my masterlist for all the oneshots and headcanons I have so far! I will do my best to keep it up to date! If there are any issues with links not working or anything like that please let me know!

Star Wars

Fics

Arranged Marriage; General Hux x OC; Angst

Armitage Hux engages in an arranged marriage with Princess Bedelia of Vaela.

A/N: As of right now this is a oneshot, but I am considering expanding upon it.

fight me you handsome stranger; Obi Wan x OC; Angst, light fluff

Obi Wan and his lover must part in the wake of Anakin’s turn to darkness.

A/N: While I can’t technically call this a reader insert, the oc is not very fleshed out.

quiet moments; Obi Wan x Reader; Fluff

A chronology of all the times Obi Wan almost confesses his love for the reader, and what happens when he finally does. 

Headcanons

kissing obi wan

 Alphabets

Orson Krennic; full alphabet

Mando; I, J, K, M

Obi Wan; full alphabet

Harry Potter

Fics

only a kiss; Severus Snape x Narcissa Malfoy; smut and angst

Narcissa visits Spinners End for comfort after realizing her life is falling apart.

a bit of studying;  Remus Lupin x Reader; fluff and smut. Wee bit of angst.

Remus and (y/n) put off studying in favor of a more physical activity

Alphabets

Remus Lupin; full alphabet

Evil Dead/Ash Vs Evil Dead

Fics

Dumb and Arrogant; Ash Williams x Reader; smut

Ash and Y/N have been mutually pining for a while. A bit of time alone allows them to explore their growing affections.

Headcanons

Halloween with Ash

MCU

five stages of grief; Pepper Potts x Tony Stark; angst, grief

Pepper has to adjust to a life without Tony.

DC

Fics

In The Night; Bruce Wayne x OFC; angst

It’s a quiet night in Gotham, and Bruce can’t seem to stop thinking about her.

Peaky Blinders

Fics

Hell Doesn’t Freeze; Alfie Solomons x OC; angst, fluff, smut

Nobody knew that when Tommy shot Alfie, someone would miss him.

Cobra Kai/The Karate Kid

Fics

waking up together; Johnny Lawrence x Reader; fluff

Johnny wakes up with his girlfriend.

Alphabets

NSFW Alphabet with Johnny Lawrence

#masterlist #beneathstarryskies masterlist #up to date as of 9/10/2020

[smolbeandrabbles]

I Think He Knows - Orson Krennic x Reader 1 (Rogue One)

Author’s Note: Thank you so much for the request dearest Anon! This was a lot of fun, and I got to come at the relationship from a different perspective. I genuinely... LOVE writing him like this.

This also includes the original ending to Gratitude that I lost and subsequently found in my notebook... And fits in well here! 😊 (But is not the end!)

Disclaimer: Star Wars Characters not mine / Plot is request / I own nothing! / Slight AU  Premise (As Requested By Anon ❤ ): I have been thinking a lot about an au with a ofc who is outranking Krennic and at first he kinda hates her, but with time he seems to notice the way she looks at him, secretly helps him. And when he accidentally finds that she was trying to promote him, he’s confused and come to her for answers There might be a slight change on the ending you wanted... But I hope you enjoy anyway 😘😘😘💜💙  Words: 5676 Warnings: N/A... Some mild swearing / drinking

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I think he knows his hands around A cold glass Make me wanna know that body Like it's mine He got that boyish look that I like in a man I am an architect, I'm drawing up the plans He's so obsessed with me, and boy I understand Boy I understand ...Got that, oh! I mean Wanna see what's under that attitude Like, I want you, bless my soul And I ain't gotta tell him I think he knows I think he knows So where we gonna go? I whisper in the dark Where we gonna go? I think he knows

--- You knew exactly who Orson Callan Krennic was. You’d known all about him since the Futures Programme. Not because you were anywhere near in the same year or class, although, technically you studied the same thing… But because he seemed to show up every so often and flaunt how brilliant he was. Now, you knew the ranking system, so every time you saw him you wondered who exactly he thought he was, and why he’d talk so loud if he was at least as far down the order as he looked. Luckily, you didn’t see him often – but when you’d graduated you’d started working in the same field. Mercifully you didn’t have to work with him, he outranked you and was off in far flung exclusive corners of the galaxy you weren’t going to reach in a hurry, working on projects that at the time you could only dream of being a part of. Only, you didn’t cause problems. You were quiet, you got on with your job and you did it exceptionally well. That earned attention, and luckily the right attention. Because you’d also noticed that every time you heard whispers of Krennic’s name around here it was usually said with distain, and accompanied with all the Galaxy’s gossip about what he was doing to piss someone off this time. The harder you worked, and the more experience you gained – the more niche your skills got, you found yourself becoming indispensable to the Empire. That knowledge swept through your division pretty quick, and soon enough you were stretched to (almost) capacity working on things. People were desperate to have your name attached to anything they could – and now you were a centre of attention that people would back-stab each other to gain on their work. You were careful about that too, and allocated yourself as professionally as possible.   What did all this mean for you? Your rank increased, and kept increasing. And suddenly you were sitting in rooms you weren’t supposed to take information out of. That you weren’t even allowed to take equipment into the projects discussed were so secret. In fact – once you passed from one rank into the next you almost stopped hearing Krennic’s name altogether. Because when you walked into a room people stopped talking rumour; just incase you passed it on and they lost their jobs. At first you missed that, but realised quickly that you’d hear it anyway… only now directly from the source. You were almost free to forget about the man entirely. And the first time you ever had to have face-to-face contact with him, in all those years, came as a shock to you. You were sipping coffee in the elevator to your next meeting about another start up project that this time you were expected to head. No problems, you’d lead projects before and you would be trusted to do so with accuracy and efficiency. This one might be a little bigger, but you were confident you could deliver exactly as you were known for. Your assistant was running through the list of assignees to the team and suddenly you found yourself trying not to spit coffee all over the elevator floor; “Sorry, who!?” “Commander Orson Krennic… He’s uh, architecture, intelligence…” “Oh, I know who he is… Did you say Commander?” “Uh, yes. Th- That’s what it says…” He didn’t like the sudden broad smirk that crossed your face as you tried not to look at your own rank bar. You outranked him. You got to walk into a room and look at him and slam your folder down on a table and tell Orson Krennic what to do? Perfect! He couldn’t believe what he was seeing. Sure, Krennic had never met you. But he never forgot a face – and when they introduced the project lead he had to check twice. Because this surely wasn’t happening. He remembered you from the Futures Programme. Maybe you’d been in one or two of the lectures he gave; but you always sat with your arms crossed, looking at him like you didn’t believe a word that came out of his mouth. (That or downright bored; leaning on your hands the way that you did). And now you outranked him!? Outranked him and were about to order him around on this particular project, of all things? He was looking forward to this one before you’d walked into the room with your rank bar displayed like that. Stars, what did I do to deserve THIS-!?  You spotted Krennic straight away, staring at you with absolute distain. That just made you smirk more; you simply couldn’t help yourself. Seems like someone remembers me calling bullsh*t on all the pretentious nonsense he used to tell us in class. And he didn’t even lecture me all that much. You laughed to yourself, stepping up to give the project presentation, you were the only one in the room briefed, so this whole thing rested on you. You could take the pressure, and you were about to enjoy every second of this! Your eyes flicked to his and you simply had to wink; Payback’s a bitch, Orson Krennic. *** He couldn’t think of anything worse. For the most part, in truth, you left him alone to do what you knew he was best at. But you also kept him on a tight schedule, and it didn’t give him nearly enough time to go sneaking around trying to undermine you. (Apparently something you’d caught onto pretty quick that he liked attempting to do. God bless your colleagues for alerting you to this). You liked knowing what he was doing and where he was going (for you’d left him in charge of a pretty good chunk of the sourcing too), on the hour by the hour. Which was good for you, just in case he got the idea you weren’t watching him incredibly closely. But Krennic hated it (though, he hated it anyway) because every chance you got your sweep out of your office and loudly call him into it. Probably to remind him that he didn’t have his own. Probably also to let everyone know you needed to speak with him again. “KRENNIC! A word-!” Orson shot you a look; absolutely not. He was in the middle of a very important calculation, and if he messed it up, or left it, he’d never get back to it. You could damn well wait. Though, you didn’t like waiting, and when you came out of your office 5 minutes later to find him sitting in exactly the same position he was in before, you sighed; “Krennic! SOME time today!” He slammed his stylus down and his turn to you was quick; “I HEARD YOU THE FIRST TIME!” Then immediately regretted it when the floor fell silent, and the look on your face told him that, as usual, every jab you made was to get a rise out of him. And it wasn’t often you weren’t successful. He sighed angrily and was forced to concede, feeling his face burning in the moment – he couldn’t tell quite yet whether in rage or embarrassment; “Can I just finish this?” Your eyes narrowed, and your face was almost stern as you folded your arms, “If you’d had said that five minutes ago, I’d have said yes. Not now, get in here.” Krennic stood, and his footfall into your office let you know how mad he was. “I need you to take care of something for me.” Krennic wanted to get argumentative, more than anything – he’d love to have a one on one screaming match at you if that’s what it took. But the more leash you’d give him the better. So he held his tongue. No matter though, it showed clear enough on his face; “Yes?” “You’re from Lexrul, right?” “Yes.” What would this have to do with his home world? “Good – I need to source something from a respectable trader, only my informants indicate that he pretty much won’t speak to anyone who isn’t from his home planet.” Ah, so she needs me. “He’s from Lexrul?” “Correct.” “...I suppose I can do that, if you give me the contact.” “Well, I’d like to be there.” He sighed internally – not enough of a leash, it seemed. “…So it’s set?” “Thursday, yes.” “Then I would be happy to help.” “Good. Kept those figures in your head?” He hesitated for a minute “Excuse me?” “From your calculation…” “Oh. Yes.” “Good, then I was quick enough – get back to it, I don’t want you to forget them… OH! And Krennic!” He turned before he left, “Yes?” “Your work so far has been incredible. Keep it up.” “…Thank… you?” He stepped back out of your office and then scoffed, yeah right… If she thinks she can kill me with kindness she’s got another thing coming… ** Work continued like this for the entirety of the project. And it only served to get worse. Every time you would put Krennic on something that sounded exciting – or might give him that little bit of power - you’d pull him from something else. Or you’d only let him conduct this one meeting, or sit in on this one deal. He realised you were either keeping him from certain information, or making sure you didn’t have to grant him certain access. No matter what your reasoning was. He’d be glad to see the back of you once this was over. But there was something else about you also. That the only time you’d vocalised that you were impressed with him was that meeting. After that you’d kept silent, but your admiration for his work appeared to be from afar. Like you thought saying words would only cause further conflict. Orson would often look up from his work to see you watching him. And he was worried to find that it unnerved him. Not that you watched him; even with his ill feelings for you, it was your job to make sure he was doing his, but it was the way you watched him. Krennic noticed that at first you seemed to hide it with an inquisitiveness, he worked at the other end of your spectrum – your niche was in another silo of architecture altogether. It would make sense for you to be interested. But he noticed that you never asked him about it. And pretty soon he also noticed that you weren’t watching his work, but him. And it wasn’t with interest, or admiration. If he thought he could do anything about it, Orson Krennic knew he would. That using what he saw would give him power over you. He knew that look, he read that look so often in other people – wasn’t he after all also in the intelligence bureau? And this would be intelligence that he could use. You didn’t look at him like a man working on a part of your project. You looked at him like a man you were falling for. Like the man who would take you down with him if he could… *** 9 months later… The lift slid to a halt about 10 floors before he expected it to an he glared momentarily at the buttons. All he wanted was a nice quite ride alone, Thank You! It only got worse when the doors parted and you were standing on the other side of them. You flicked your eyes up and down him and didn’t even bother with a verbal greeting – he’d likely throw back a snide remark or get all grumpy about it anyway. You stepped in and swept around to the keys; only noticing that the floor you wanted was already pressed. Press something else! Press something else! PLEASE be going anywhere but this meeting!!! If Krennic could get it to happen by sheer will he would have – but you took a step away. NO! You were curious though; “Looks like we could be heading to the same project meeting, Commander.” You noticed his intake of breath, and how his body seemed to rise an inch as he straightened and tensed his shoulders. Oh, now you’d pissed him off by addressing him by rank. He also didn’t answer you, which only confirmed your thought, and it became the longest 10 floor ride of either of your lives. You turned to him as you stepped out of the elevator, and once again he saw that look cross your face the same one you’d left burned into his head after the last project, only now you’d learned to hide it well. It was fleeting. And he cursed himself for wishing he could look at it for longer. “Well, Krennic, I’ll see you in the briefing…” With that you swept into the crowd – no doubt to mingle with those of similar rank. He sighed, looking at the bright red strip of his own. One day, he thought to himself, one day I’ll outrank you… and then you’ll see. * The first strategic meeting was okay (The one where everyone with some kind of stakeholder interest in this was present, beyond the working members of the main team themselves), even though he noticed you were sat over there near the front, being lorded on by the higher ups. Not everyone here would be working on the project and Orson realised that, but still... Why he had to sit all the way back here whilst you got to live it up in direct eye-line of anyone important he felt was insulting. And he found himself glaring at your back for the majority of the presentation. Just you wait until you need me for a niche piece of architecture you can’t figure out on your own...  The first planning meeting, the one with all the real movers and shakers in it, was where it really heated up. Krennic was almost surprised to receive the invite; he expected hand-me-down information from you at a need to know only level from you at best. When he got to the meeting however, he realised why you’d likely wanted him present. He was among the lowest ranking. The only ones around his rank, or lower, were your assistant and the administration team taking the minutes. He also noticed the place holder names around the table put you directly opposite him. And he knew immediately you’d had a hand in that, even if it had meant swapping them around yourself. But the meeting was hell. If you wanted to embarrass him, to belittle him in a public forum, in front of not only his peers, but people he admired and wanted the admiration of then, by the Stars, had you managed to do that here. In fact at the end he felt so utterly defeated he almost slammed his datapad into your chest and spat his feelings bitterly; I want off this project. I can’t work with you. But that would be showing weakness, and proving you’d broken him. And Krennic couldn’t have that. And that feeling of spite (maybe you wanted him off. And he wouldn’t give in to anything you wanted) was the only thing that made him hang on to his role here. There were lots of points in the meeting, before you’d continually shot him down, that Krennic was happy to be here. Even excited, elated that someone would raise something particularly difficult that he could do. And he would (politely!) raise his arm; “I am more than capable of completing such a task. I would certainly be happy to take it on...” Before you’d come in and cut across; “Our team will take it. Though I am happy enough to put Krennic on my team, you can route the work through me and I can decide where it goes.” He hated you, and he’d never hated you more than right then. Because you knew, you knew, he could do it, you know how desperately he wanted to boost himself a rank and you knew he wanted to prove himself to this particular table. The only reason they even swivelled to you and nodded in agreement was because of your damn rank bar.  Without that, in this room, on this subject - that hasten to add, he was an expert on - you would be nothing. Krennic was writing books on this before you were even in the academy and now he had to submit his skills to you. ** There was a bitterness to this project. More so than the last one. And the tension was horiffic – you felt that in the air, and you had to be careful, one foot wrong and it would snap, and you’d be at all out war. Although, you tipped your head surveying him again and biting your lip, when weren’t you putting one foot wrong in his opinion? Krennic spent the project just about acknowledging what you asked him to do, but he gave you no move verbal communication than was absolutely necessary. If he could get away with yes or no then he would. And you hated to admit that it hurt. If he was giving up on snarky sparing matches with you (that you obviously enjoyed) then something was very wrong. You knew he wouldn’t be able to see what you were trying to do for him... but he wasn’t supposed to, you had to go about this correctly. Besides half of the meetings you’d asked him to sit in on for this particular project he wouldn’t be in without you; he had nowhere near the clearance level; and you were giving him that for free. You couldn’t let him simply go off on his own and do it. You needed someone to stare at the magnificent creation and ask you who did it; whose idea, can I work with... “Orson Krennic. Yes.” He’s great. But you knew what Krennic really thought; You wouldn’t let him have any freedom. You didn’t trust him. You’d crush his creativity. There had to be something you could do to show him that wasn’t your aim. After all, that would do neither of you any good...  “Orson?” You tried a different route this time, maybe it was gentler to address him by his first name. You knew that rank didn’t work already(!) “Yes...” Apparently not. “I just received the next part of the project.” “Yes?” “I need you to run lead on it.” “Which part?” “All of it.” He looked to you with slight annoyance in those blue eyes, disbelieving. “Who is in charge?” “You are. We’ll finish up here, you’re wasted on this bit.” You placed the drive on his desk that contained exactly what you needed from him; “Do what you do best. Book a meeting with Commander D’Omnynn; he can brief you.” “I assume you want in on this meeting?” You gave a shrug “No...” and stepped away; “This is all yours... just, keep me regularly updated. Okay?” You walked away without either of you uttering another word, and his eyes fell from your frame walking away from him to the drive sitting in front of him. There’s a catch. Where is the catch? He picked it up. What if there wasn’t one this time? Then that left Krennic with one question. Why? *** Krennic worked so hard. So, so, so hard. And you got to watch this from afar with a smile. And hoped he wouldn’t see it. And it was incredible, the amount of files you got back with; This is excellent! Who is working this? or comments about work they’d seen your project, where you got to give a smile “Oh, that would be Krennic...” And more than once it raised surprised eyebrows that you were happy to see proven wrong. So, by the end of the project cycle he was practically running half of it. And Orson seemed a lot more confident; and on occasion he even wore a smile.   That meant he was present at the end of project drinks reception... but you were surprised to find him standing alone, sipping from a whisky glass. “Impeccable work, Orson.” He never turned that smile on you, not once. But he couldn’t help doing so at that. And that made you happier than you had been at the outcome of the project. Finally, he might trust you enough to give you his smile. “I suppose, without getting the opportunity to project lead...” “Say nothing of it. I knew you would be the right man for the job...” His face clearly read confused; Either she’s already drunk… or she wants something else… “Surprising really that you didn’t have me on a tighter leash the whole time.” “Why would you say that?” You were curious as to his reasoning. Orson gave a nonchalant shrug; “Oh, well...” he breathed, “you like it don’t you. Lording that rank bar of yours over me.” Part of you rebuked that, part of you couldn’t help but think he was right. And you felt a little ashamed; “I just like being in charge. I earned this rank... just like everyone else.” “Yes, but not everyone else sat in my lectures dying for the day that they could prove me wrong, did they?” “I didn’t necessarily want to prove you wrong...” you still held that small smile, “Maybe I did wanna wipe that smug smirk off your face.” But he didn’t really take that as a light hearted joke. In fact he laughed, almost bitterly and tipped his glass to you; that was sarcasm. “Well, congratulations, Y/N. You succeeded.” He finished the glass, set it down, and fixed you with those blue eyes. You’d lost him, you knew, they were hard and cold and nearly grey. “Now if you’ll excuse me...” Krennic turned away from you, then figured he had more to say and turned back; “I would appreciate it if any time I am put on another project with you, you will pass up the chance to work with me.” “Orson I-” he held up his hand not wanting to hear it, and trying to ignore the pains in his chest at saying this. He had his reasons; he knew what the looks you were giving him were doing to him. It was a confusing and he didn’t like it. Krennic’s only option was to cut it before it began. So he did. “Please. I would like to decline any other offer of work. So, simply don’t make them... maybe I’ll see you around the galaxy, Y/N.” It was all well and good him ignoring his own pains... but you gathered your hands to your own chest. He couldn’t help you ignore yours. *** There was a sharp knock at your door, and you thought twice about answering it – you were busy. If it was important they’d come back. Only the knock was persistent, and sounded a little more than just urgent.  When you opened it, you didn’t expect to come face to face with Orson Krennic. Your eyebrows furrowed; oh, now he was actively seeking you out to add another point to his futile argument. Despite the fact you hadn’t seen him for another few months since the Weapons briefing, and also he’d told you he didn’t want to work with you anymore. That left you a little icy with him, if only to try and protect yourself, his words had stung pretty bad; and you’d exchanged pretty sharp glances the entire way through the briefing. You both knew the other one wanted this one badly. Instead of looking angry like he was about to jab accusations at you, he looked perplexed. For a second both of you stood in silence – because you wanted him to admit to you why he was here, and he didn’t want to voice it. So instead you were standing in a silent corridor staring each other down with two equally confused expressions. Krennic conceded, and his eyes lowered from yours as he held up the thick sheet of folded paper; “…I… Don’t understand…” You were glad he wasn’t looking at your face, because for half a second you knew that sheer panic crossed it. He wasn’t supposed to know about it! He at least wasn’t supposed to know it was you who had recommending him – you narrowed your eyes slightly. Bastards-! You couldn’t trust anyone in this Galaxy! You took a moment to compose yourself and spoke; “Why?” His eyes raised, and he looked at least slightly ashamed “…I thought…” “You probably thought right, but I know someone worthy of a promotion when I see one.” Krennic gained a slight squint at your ‘compliment’ – but he wanted more of an answer than that; “That doesn’t explain why…” You nodded to the paper, “You shouldn’t even know it was me. I don’t need to explain anything.” “I don’t have the commendation – I just have your name.” You folded your arms and leant against the door frame; “So, you think I’m just going to let you read it?” “…E… Even if you just give me the highlights.” “No.” “Why?!” “You have no right to information! That’s meant to be anonymous – they’ll probably tell you when they give you your new rank bar. Are we done?” You stepped back but he took a step forward; “Y/N! I’m not leaving until you tell me why.” Narrowing your eyes again, you attempted to push him backwards, but he wasn’t budging. “Orson Callan Krennic! Until you get that new rank, I still out rank you! GET OUT OF MY ROOM!” He sounded both panicked and exasperated as he ran his hands through his hair; “That’s not the point! I thought you wanted this!!!” “The battle station project? – I do. But I still know when someone can do the work better than me. And you can. More importantly, that’s what the Empire needs… and you have the process and resource. You do that right, you’re going to be more than just promoted.” He looked to the paper again; apparently every word out of your mouth was only serving to confuse him more; “…But it’d do the same for you.” “But you want it. So take it. Besides…” You offered a small smile “You know me, I’ll work quietly in the background, and should you fail…” You gave a shrug “Guess it’s mine.” Suddenly your smile transferred to him; “If I fail, you’re in as bad a position as me.” He waved the letter “You promoted me.” “Orson, honey, you can be one in a long line of mistakes I’ve made – the trick is, if you make yourself indispensable. People overlook that – how is it my fault if you don’t live up to expectations.” There was a subtle step back at that, not the sentence. The word. You’d just given him a cute nick-name without a second thought, and he didn’t know if that or the letter was the more confusing thing of the day. And now he was having trouble focusing his thought pattern on where he was previously heading… Krennic was usually quicker than this, and as you had to wait for another retaliation, and he searched your room as if somehow the words he was looking for would be somewhere in here – you sighed. “Orson…” Your voice was soft and it brought his focus back to you “Come here… sit down… If you won’t leave without knowing why, and you’re gonna stand in my doorway looking like that, we might as well get comfortable and talk about this…” He was slightly hesitant at first, but the good intentions look on your face persuaded him to take the offered seat on your couch. “Drink?” He gave a firm nod and you crossed the room; you would assume him a whisky man, and would join him. Why would you drink anything less - by the look on his own face both of you might be in need of this by the time the night was through.  You turned back to him eyeing your living quarters suspiciously, which made you chuckle. “Relax yourself Orson, this should be more of a celebration afterall... you’re not in trouble. When they present you your bar, I’ll hardly even be able to tell you what to do - which I think is what you want, isn’t it?” But that meant you wouldn’t look at him the way you did, or smile at him like that absentmindedly either. Would you work together now? Could you co-head projects. He smiled at his own thought - he might enjoy that a lot, he realised. Equals. It would be a new experience, but he would like to get used to it. You sat up on the couch, curling your legs up under you and handing him his glass; “…I’m not going to repeat the letter. But part of me is surprised you’d actively seek me out to find out why.” “…I…” He tipped his head and took a sip, words were clearly going to be a struggle for a man who didn’t exactly use them sparingly; but knew smarter ways to use them. “…Guess I just wouldn’t expect you to be the one. All you’ve ever done is push me.” “Yes.” “…And it hasn’t exactly ever been nice pushing. Every chance you get you push me down. Our last project you stole everything from me our first meeting and then went ahead and gave it to me anyway once I was assigned to you. Even I know it’s so you can walk around with that rank and…” He paused at the perplexed look on your face “…I’m…wrong?” “A little.” You gave a smile “Yes. I pushed you; and now you’re here. Doing work, no offense, you wouldn’t get to do without me. In meetings you wouldn’t be in without my invite. I didn’t do what I did in the briefing to undermine you – I did it to strengthen your position.” You set your glass down with a sigh; “Think about it. Sure you’re experienced; but even you know you have a reputation in this galaxy Orson. And it’s not the same reputation as me. They trust me to get it done, and they will overlook you. In a room like that the project is going one way even if you’re the smartest man in it.” You pointed to yourself “I’m not even sure it’s rank related; but if you want to use that against me, I suppose you’re more welcome.” It was clear he didn’t like some of the words that came out of your mouth, but he decided to swallow his pride with his whisky instead of argue with you. “You’re telling me you did all of that for my own good.” “Yes.” “Bullsh*t.” “Believe that if you want to. You’re outstanding at what you do. If I have to make people see that I will. Now you have the opportunity to make them see it for themselves. Go do it, don’t squander it.” You narrowed your eyes slightly; “And be respectful that it’s my name on that promotion slip.” He finished his glass and set it down; “Is it really because you think I deserve it?” You scoffed “What else would it be?” When he turned those blue eyes back on you, it was a knowing look. And it saw right through you. Your breath momentarily caught. “…I know, how you look at me.” He shook his head, “And I think I understand that feeling even less.” You bit your lips together, and you couldn’t hold those eyes. Faint pink crossed your cheeks, but it didn’t need to for him to know he was right. “…I can separate personal and professional, Krennic. It has nothing to do with my… feelings.” “So you admit you have them-!?” He was amazed at that, that you would just outright tell him. If your aim was to confound him even more you were certainly succeeding. You sighed, almost sounding defeated, and finally when you looked back to him, it was that look in your eyes he missed so much from the first project you’d worked on together; you weren’t hiding it, and you weren’t holding it back. And you came to a sudden realisation of your own; he already knew. “Y/N… I-” Krennic paused. How could he not know what to say? Maybe there wasn’t anything to say? But how could there not be. There was so much to say – too much to say? And he was as caught between personal feelings, that he’d kept at bay so easily since he’d walked away from you at the celebration, and professional ones; the things he should say at your commendation to lead to his promotion. He’d be a Director now. That was all on you. He’d head a Division of his own. He’d work on the battle station. He would lead that work.  There was a long silence, and when he opened his mouth again you knew why. “Thank you.” Suddenly every feature was sincere “…I don’t think I’ll… say it enough…” It was quiet admittance. And you knew he’d probably never say it again. You smiled, that same small smile that always brought him back to you from a galaxy far, far away. “You don’t need to say it. I know.” Something in his blue eyes stirred and he realised you had no idea, that he would know how you felt from every non-verbal interaction you’d ever given him. That you had no idea he felt similarly. Until right now. Something was so clear about the way he was sitting across from you, that he would even bother coming here to ask questions – and wouldn’t just take the promotion whilst brushing the name aside. You took the initiative. “So, the question…” you nearly smirked, knowing he’d like this; “…Director, is where do we go from here? Because I think for once, I’m pretty unclear…” Krennic leant closer to you, and you realised you weren’t about to back out of this; “…I don’t know…” His lips hovered over yours; “…But we can start here…” 

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It's Not A Game If It's Real

Okay, so I know what this looks like, I know how it looks, it was supposed to be a one-shot, but ya gal just can't stop writing! So here's the masterlist for when another chapter is written. Can't guarantee there will be much story, but hey, let's not lie to ourselves, plot is just secondary at this point.

Orson Krennic x Fem!Reader

Rating: 18+ MINORS DNI, Smut

Chapter 1

The first assignment you had and you would be leading a whole department. What a great fucking night this would be!

     More than that, it was a great excuse for you to wear the most beautiful thing you owned, a floor length black dress, a slit that ran all the way up your thigh, a halter neck that revealed almost all of your back, a v that stopped just above your stomach. Damn, you were hot. The black heels that you rarely wore helped to straighten your back and elongated your neck. You felt so fucking sexy.

     You kept your makeup minimal, just enough to lengthen your lashes, plump your lips and give just a little colour to your cheeks.

     You looked at yourself in the mirror once more, deciding that the little diamond bracelet was all the jewellery you needed to make yourself feel beautiful.

     Your friends were waiting for you in the lobby of the hotel you were staying in, a gorgeous, elegant building right in the middle of Coruscant, a place you could never have afforded alone, but on the Empire’s penny, it was barely anything to pay for class.

     The bar was one that not many of the imperial officers went to, out of the way and exactly what you needed to help secure your confidence in your new job.

     It was a great night, filled with champagne and laughter, one you’d not forget in a long time, but it was the crystal blue gaze that landed on you every so often from the bar, that really secured it.

     You had no real intention of going back to the hotel with anyone, but the attention was enough. You knew you looked good, but seeing that someone else thought so as well, took your self-confidence to a whole new level.

     Eventually the night went on and the blue gaze had disappeared. You felt a small disappointment, but brushed it to one side when you realised it was ridiculous. The man was handsome, yes, his fitted beige turtleneck that sat beneath his navy suit, highlighted his lean figure, and the way his gaze held yours when he swallowed a mouthful of gold liquid was delightfully seductive, but you weren’t there to pick up strangers, you were there to celebrate and feel good about yourself. That was it.

     Your friends needed to head back to the hotel, but you still had something you wanted to do. Your evening would only be complete with one small indulgence. To sit alone at the bar and simply be elegant. You’d seen it in pictures and films, the beautiful woman simply enjoying her own company and it was something you’d always wanted.

     You sat on the barstool, placing your small black clutch on the counter and ordered some wine. You weren’t drunk, not by a long shot, but you felt the warmth of the alcohol circling your body.

     It was pretty much as you expected it to be, slightly boring, but nice to be looked at by one or two men who walked passed. You saw them staring hungrily at you through the mirror and pretended not to notice.

     You finished your wine and just as you were about to pay, the blue gaze caught your attention in the mirror. He stood behind you with a small smirk on his face, his hands in his pocket, just watching you.

     ‘Hello.’ He said, his voice was rough, like a low growl and it sent a small shiver down your spine.

     ‘Hello.’ You smiled back.

     ‘May I?’ He gestured to the seat next to you.

     ‘You may.’ You nodded.

     He slowly sat down next to you, still smirking. ‘I was about to ask if I could buy you a drink, but it looks like you’re leaving.’

     ‘I am.’ You nodded, again. If you didn’t know any better, you would have said he liked the fact that you were giving him so little to work with.

     ‘It looked like you were having fun this evening. Celebrating?’

     It was so strange to watch a man so obviously attracted to you, dance around the question he clearly wanted to ask.

     ‘Yes.’ You turned towards him, curious about where this would go and somewhat excited about the game he was playing. ‘I got a promotion.’

     ‘I’m sure it’s well deserved.’ He seemed to be genuine in his words. ‘When do you start?’

     ‘I’m afraid, that’s classified.’

     You watched his eyes flare with excitement for just a moment. ‘Then I’ll ask no more. Is your name classified as well?’

     You gave a small chuckle. ‘No, it’s Kaida.’

     ‘It’s a pleasure to meet you Kaida, I’m Orson.’ He held his hand out for you to shake. The contact alone was warm and inviting, you could feel his pulse beating through his skin. Fast.

     ‘Pleasure.’ You hummed, his eyes darkening almost all the way. You couldn’t help but swallow at this new game you felt you were playing.

     You sat watching each other for a moment or two, before Orson smiled a little wider. ‘May I be bold?’

     You smiled with him.

     ‘I’m sure every man has told you the exact same thing tonight, but you really are quite beautiful.’

     ‘Thank you.’ You gently bit your lip. ‘It’s nice to feel it every once in a while.’

     ‘Is that what the celebration was really about?’ His voice was low, the seduction evident. ‘Feeling beautiful for a while?’

     ‘Yes.’ You found yourself breathing the answer. Something about the crystal blue gaze had you sucked in.

     ‘Then, may I be even more bold as to ask if you’d like to go somewhere a little more private?’ Orson’s voice was almost a growl and you were tempted to say yes, but this wasn’t really you, you weren’t someone who slept around, you were only there for the illusion, nothing more. ‘If I’ve made you uncomfortable, I apologise.’ Orson was so quick to read your expression.

     You cleared your throat. ‘It’s not that.’ You shook your head, making him tilt his in questioning. ‘I just… I’ll be honest. I got dressed up, I came to a bar to drink champagne and feel good when men looked at me.’ You could see his smirk returning. ‘This evening was for me, no one else.’

     ‘I see.’ He nodded. ‘I can appreciate that, and I wouldn’t want you to feel I was pressuring you.’ You hadn’t expected him to be so considerate. ‘But understand that I find you quite beautiful indeed and as cliché as it sounds, I would feel honoured if you asked me to make you feel more so.’

     You felt your mouth begin to water, the prospect of sleeping with this unusually handsome man was tempting, but you were still unsure.

     ‘That is quite an offer,’ you licked your lips as subtly as you could, but you knew he’d catch it. ‘How do I know you can live up to it?’

     He chuckled lowly. ‘I’m afraid there really is only one way to find out. But let me put it another way. You clearly sit in a position of some importance careerwise, I too, have secrets I’d wish to keep. I don’t know your last name either, so any chance of compromising your position is almost non-existent. You don’t seem interested in anything long-term, I’m not either. In fact, I’m sure you won’t believe me, but my intentions tonight did not involve picking someone up.’ That part made you laugh. ‘I believe honesty is an extremely attractive quality in anyone, but especially for short-term gains. The truth of it is that I’ve been sitting at this bar thinking in those rare moments I caught your eye, how beautiful you would look in the light of my hotel room.’

     You felt yourself suck in a shallow breath, his eyes flickered towards your chest for a fraction of a second, catching the sharp intake and knowing what it meant.

     ‘I’m more than happy to express more detailed honesty, if it would make you feel more beautiful this evening.’ Orson licked his lips, his gaze finally tearing away, glancing at the barman and breaking whatever trance he had you in. ‘The offer is there, Kaida.’ Even the way he said your name had your heart rate rising, his eyes found yours again. ‘If you say no, I’ll walk you out, say goodnight and wish you all the best for your promotion with genuine intention.’

     You thought for a moment, you had no reason to think this man was lying, but there was one way to find out whether he was dangerous or not.

     ‘Will you give me a moment?’ You asked, watching him smile gently.

     ‘Of course.’

     You finally let go of his hand that had been stroking your wrist ever since he introduced himself, grabbed your small clutch and as elegantly as possible, you made your way towards the ladies room.

     Once inside, you felt much cooler, the air wasn’t as thick and the haze of everything Orson had said began to lift. You let the cool water wash over your fingertips for a moment, finding it soothing in some way.

     You looked up to see that your light layer of makeup had done nothing to hide the flush that now coated your chest, neck and cheeks. You were giving Orson every sign that you wanted to sleep with him, and when you really thought about it, he was right, there was nothing that risky about it. You didn’t know each other, the chances of you crossing paths again were slim at best, and he enjoyed honesty, maybe you should have just indulged for a night.

     You took a deep breath, preparing yourself to walk back towards the bar where Orson was nursing a nearly empty glass of golden liquid. You did your best to saunter towards him, catching his eye once again. His whole demeanour changed, where previously he might have thought you left, now he smiled as his crystal, blue gaze travelled down your body, then back up, licking his lips.

     You stopped next to him and inhaled. ‘Were you checking me out?’

     ‘I was.’ Orson swallowed, smirking again.

     ‘Good.’ You whispered. ‘If you’re looking for honesty, then here’s mine. Tonight is for me to feel beautiful, I want to feel like I am worth worshipping,’ you heard him suck in a harsher breath. ‘I want to feel a man’s hunger for my body and feel him losing all control because of me.’ You stopped, noticing a small spot on Orson’s neck was pulsing hard, his heart was racing. ‘I want you to tell me all the things you want to do to me, Orson. I want to feel desired.’

     Orson sucked in a deep and steady breath, clearing his throat. He smiled, knowingly. ‘Then I suppose we should go back to my room… get you out of that dress.’

     You wanted to laugh as Orson threw back the last of his drink. He immediately stood, placing his warm fingertips on your exposed back, sending small thrills through your body, and guided you towards where the valet was standing waiting to pick up his transport.

     Orson suddenly turned back to you. ‘I’m sure I don’t need to, but I will say it again, I’m not going to pressure you to do anything you’re uncomfortable with. You’ll tell me if I do.’

     It felt more like a command than a request, one he took very seriously indeed. ‘Yes.’ You whispered.

     Orson smiled, biting his own lip and making sure you stayed warm next to him. The night air was cold and in a way it was helping your body ignite.

     Finally, the transport arrived and Orson, ever the gentleman, held the door for you to get in, while he climbed in the other side.

     You crossed your legs, exposing your thigh through the long slit in your dress. Orson’s eyes were momentarily glued to your skin. He licked his lips, watching as you traced your fingertips over the top of your leg.

     Orson chuckled. ‘Making a man jealous in this state is a dangerous thing indeed.’

     He made you smile, knowing you’d both rather it was his hands that traced your skin.

     ‘You have ten minutes to tell me some of the things that turn you on.’ He suddenly said, driving the transport away from the bar’s entrance. ‘The more detail the better, obviously.’ His eyebrow quirked a little, making you laugh.

     You bit your lip and wondered where to start. ‘Things that turn me on.’ You said more to yourself.

     It was quiet for a moment before Orson was kind enough to help you out. ‘Honesty seems to do something for you, if I’m not mistaken?’

     ‘Yes.’ You nodded. ‘I like detailed honesty as well, I suppose.’ You thought for a moment. ‘I like the idea of knowing exactly what a man wants to do to me, to be unable to resist.’

     You watched Orson smile to himself. You suddenly thought to yourself how rare an opportunity this really was, one night with a stranger who seemed more than willing to give into your every desire, to encourage you to feel all the things you wanted to feel that night.

     You turned your body towards him, catching his attention.

     ‘Things that turn me on.’ You repeated, biting your lip, finding your courage. ‘I want to feel something slowly dominating, Orson.’ You watched him lick his lips subtly. ‘I want to feel your hands and mouth on every patch of skin, feel you hungry for more while your mouth is between my legs.’ He sucked in a harsh breath, you tilted your head observing his reactions. ‘I want to hear you telling me how pretty I would look on my knees with your cock in my mouth.’ Orson cleared his throat, half laughing.

     ‘Oh, don’t stop now.’ He growled and some part of you feel compelled to answer.

     ‘I want to feel your body pinning me to the wall, your hands holding mine above my head, I want to feel like I’m your prize for the evening.’ You watched his hands tightening around the wheel, and his chest puff out slightly as the thought began turning him on as well. ‘I want you to have me against the wall, I want to feel your breath on my neck as you tell me how good it feels to fuck me.’

     Orson let a steady breath go, clearing his throat.

     ‘Would you like me to continue?’ You smiled, teasingly.

     He chuckled. ‘I’ve got half a mind to pull over right now.’

     ‘Only half?’ You bit your lip.

     ‘Don’t tempt me.’ Orson growled, making you feel the danger of turning him on any more than you already had. ‘My god, you may turn out to be more than I bargained for.’

     You bit your lip again finally pulled up outside a beautiful hotel just a little way down from your own. Orson glanced over, grazing his eyes over your still exposed thigh and smiled.

     He placed his fingertips on your lower back once again, guiding you to the lift. The doors closed and Orson watched you smiling again.

     ‘I’m unsure if it’s lucky or unlucky that we’re alone.’ He said, his body pressing gently against yours. You frowned in questioning. ‘The temptation to simply have you here and now is a very real concern.’

     You sucked in a harsh, shallow breath. ‘Oh, really?’ You teased. ‘I do remember you saying something about how good I would in the light of your hotel room.’

     ‘Believe me, it’s the only thing stopping me from fucking you right in the middle of this lift.’ He growled into your hair. ‘And I wouldn’t care who was waiting to use the lift, they’d wait until I was finished with you.’

     You cleared your throat, trying hard to breathe steady, but that warm scent that was entirely him was blurring your mind.

     ‘Well, that is interesting.’ Orson stood up straight, smirking to himself, but he said nothing else.

     Orson ran his hand briefly down your arm, taking your hand gently, and leading you towards his room on a very high floor. He stopped for just a second, moving your body between his and the door to his room. You thought he’d open the door immediately, but instead he paused.

     You felt his body lightly grazing yours, teasing you, never quite giving you enough to satisfy.

     ‘Kaida,’ he growled, you could taste the whiskey he’d been drinking that evening. ‘I want you to know something before we go inside.’ A small wave of dread washed over you, before Orson’s hand came up to caress your cheek, making you sigh out with relief at the contact. ‘Before this night is over, I will make you scream out my name for everyone to hear, and I will make sure that no other person ever feels good enough to touch you again.’ You let a heavy breath go before quickly sucking back in.

     Orson opened the door behind you, you’d barely been able to breathe while he spoke lowly to you outside the room.

     The dim lights came on immediately, Orson took your clutch from your hand, throwing it somewhere behind him and grabbed your wrists, using one hand to hold them above your head, and one hand to caress either side of your jaw. You noted that at no point did you feel like you couldn’t wriggle free or tell him to stop.

     ‘Look at you,’ he chuckled. ‘Your body is just begging for me to devour it.’

     You breathed a laugh. ‘Yes.’

     ‘Look at me.’

     You hadn’t even realised your eyes had closed. That crystal gaze was now obsidian, and it made your mouth water.

     ‘Fuck, you’re beautiful.’

     Before you could respond, Orson pressed a firm kiss to your lips, groaning while he did and pressing his body a little more into yours. He was such a good kisser. He sucked your lower lip, gently bit it to make you groan out, his hand slowly descending down your throat, making you smile against him.

     ‘Oh, you filthy woman.’ He growled, very slightly wrapping his hand around your throat. How had you never known how much you enjoyed it? Orson’s careful exploration had you both realising that it was the suggestion of total domination that turned you on more than anything. Where choking might not have been what you wanted, the suggestion of it was a far more exciting feeling.

     Orson kissed you harshly and softly, just finding what you liked and what made you moan. At some point you noticed he’d begun subtly grinding against you. He smiled against your mouth and allowed his hand to descend from your neck down the exposed V of your dress, stopping where the material joined above your stomach.

     Orson took a moment to let you breathe, his forehead pressed to yours, his fingers tracing over the soft skin, he smiled a wicked smile.

     ‘In the interest of honesty,’ he said. ‘There is a very real part of me that would love to fuck you in the middle of a room full of men, all of whom could never have you the way I could.’

     ‘Fuck.’ You breathed. The thought on it’s own was a beautiful one, the idea of a room full of people wanting to do exactly what Orson was about to, was thrilling, sending hot rushes through your core.

     Orson’s hand drifted further down to wear the slit in your dress exposed your thigh, you knew exactly what was about to happen and it excited you.

     You felt his fingertips tracing the skin slowly, his rough hands wrapping around your thigh as you instinctively brought your leg up to wrap around his hip.

     ‘That’s it, darling.’ He hummed, making you sight. ‘You know what you want… fuck.’ Orson growled into another harsh kiss. His hand had run all the way up your thigh and found your hip, much to his pleasure, he found no trace of underwear.

     You couldn’t help but chuckle against him.

     ‘Oh, you think that’s funny?’ Orson smiled, but there was real danger in his tone. ‘I could have just fucked you over the bar if I’d known,’ it only made you smile that much more. ‘Or followed you into the rest room, lifted your dress up and made you watch through the mirror.’ That one had you groaning out. ‘You see? I can break you as well.’ You felt his mouth devour yours once again, the thought of being fucked into oblivion by this man was something you desired more than anything. ‘In fact…’ Orson suddenly stopped, glancing towards the balcony if his room.

     He let your wrists go, bringing your hands down slowly as he kissed you softly, grinding his hips against you, making you feel what you had done to him.

     Orson suddenly stopped, taking your hand and guiding your weakened body over to the window next to the balcony, he made sure to stay behind you, placing your hands against the cool glass. You looked out to see the bustling city planet, it was late and no one would really be able to see you, but it was the thrill of getting caught all the same. You listened to Orson taking his jacket off and could just about make out his reflection.

     ‘What do you think?’ He asked, hands around your waist, still making sure you could feel how hard he was, his lips just below your ear, softly kissing the skin and igniting you in a new way.

     You chuckled, absorbing yourself in his warm touch. ‘I think anyone could see us.’ Even just saying it made you sigh in pleasure.

     ‘I think you might not mind.’ Orson chuckled gently biting the sensitive skin. ‘I think if I looked the way you did, I’d want people to watch me come as well. People love to watch beautiful things getting ruined.’ The last part was said as a growl. ‘And make no mistake darling,’ he bit the sensitive skin between your neck and shoulder. ‘I fully intend on destroying you tonight.’

     You let out a weakened whine, one that had Orson thrusting his hips a little harsher into you. He quickly spun you around, pressing your back against the cold glass and making you gasp at the sudden cold contact.

     ‘No more teasing,’ he said, breathlessly. ‘I need to see you come.’

     Orson made you whine once again with his searing kiss, one that continued down your neck, your chest, between your breasts, his hands drifting over your waist, finally giving you a chance to wrap your arms around him and delve your hands into his lightly greying, soft hair.

     ‘God, fuck.’ You laughed.

     Orson was finally on his knees in front of you, his hands either side of your hips and his lips pressed to the only material separating him from what he really wanted to be kissing.

     ‘That’s it, darling, let me hear you.’ He panted, pulling your dress up and out of the way and inhaling deeply.

     Orson dragged his lips over your hips, his tongue coming out to taste the thin layer of sweat that had built up through shear arousal, it made him groan and lift your leg to drape over his shoulder. His hand slowly traced up the back of your leg, making your breath even shallower as he kissed his way between your legs.

     ‘Kaida,’ he growled, making you make some kind of noise in response. ‘Your pussy is beautiful.’

     You barely had time to groan before Orson’s whole tongue ran through your folds, slowly and intentionally.

     ‘God, yes, Orson.’ You moaned, laughing with delight as he repeated the movement over and over against, groaning hungrily into you. ‘I…’ you panted, trying to verbalise your thoughts. ‘Your hand.’

     It was enough to have him growling into you and Orson’s hand moving towards your centre. He went slowly, filled you with each finger, lapping your clit up, his other hand coming to hold your body in place while you laughed and groaned with each movement he made.

     ‘Fuck, Orson, faster.’ You panted again, Orson picked up the pace, but you still needed more. ‘A bit deeper.’ The second you said it you nearly screamed. ‘Yes!’ You laughed. ‘That’s it.’

     Orson didn’t stop, the stamina of his tongue alone was enough to please any woman. But the second you began thinking it, you were closer than ever.

     ‘Oh my god, yes, yes!’ You cried, tightening around his fingers and scratching his scalp not of your own volition.

     Orson slowed his pace, extracting every last little noise that he could from you, before softly kissing your clit. It was almost domestic, as if sealing his mark in some way.

     Suddenly the cool glass was heavenly against your hot skin. You felt Orson standing in front of you, but it took you a moment to open your eyes, when you did, it was to find he also had his eyes closed, as if tracing the memory once again. You decided to take one more moment to do the same.

     ‘Fuck, that was good.’ You finally breathed.

     Orson kissed you firmly, drinking you in as if the first time hadn’t been enough. He growled into every single movement, his hands cradling your face as you tasted his wet lips. It was never normally something you immediately wanted for, but the simple fact that he couldn’t get enough of you, was all you needed to kiss him just as fiercely.

     You wrapped your hands around his lean waist and felt your own hips pushing up into his, making him chuckle into you.

     Orson pulled back just enough to look at your face, his thumb drifting over your bottom lip, his jaw clenched for a moment, just trying to compose himself.

     ‘I’ll offer you a choice.’ He said, kissing you again, hungry for more. ‘I can either do that again, make you scream my name over and over,’ another devouring kiss. ‘Or we can put that pretty mouth of yours to better use.’

     The weakened whimper was all Orson needed to know what it was you really wanted. He smiled.

     ‘Good girl. Get on your knees.’

     He didn’t have to tell you twice. Orson watched you descend down his body until you were on your knees in front of him. With one hand he brushed his thumb over your lips, never taking his eyes away from yours, he was like a man possessed. The other rested on his silver belt buckle.

     ‘Are you going to let me do whatever I want with you?’ It was something about the power of him, the way you knew you were safe in his hands, all you needed to do was submit to the pleasure he was promising. You nodded and watched his mouth twitch into a smile. ‘Good girl.’

     Orson took his time, he let you hold his thighs for support, while his thumb dipped into your mouth, encouraging your tongue to swirl around the tip. You listened to his other hand slowly unbuckling his belt and felt your excitement rise.

     ‘Darling, what I wouldn’t give for a night with you completely at my mercy.’ He said, making your grip tighten in his thighs. ‘A beauty like you deserves to be ruined by men like me, wouldn’t you agree?’

     Orson removed his thumb for you to answer. You breathed a faint ‘yes’ and it was exactly what he wanted from you.

     Orson finally got his belt undone, his hand still held your jaw in place as he ran his other hand over himself a few times. He brushed the tip over your lips, just giving you a small taste of his cock, before gently and slowly feeding himself into your mouth.

     ‘Oh, that’s it, darling, hold it there for me.’ He said, bringing your hands up to wrap around his cock, while he took his jumper off, revealing a very lean man indeed. Fuck, he was beautiful, and your thoughts were so clear from your weakened sigh, vibrating around him. ‘Now you know the feeling.’ He laughed.

     Orson pulled his cock all the way out of your mouth, gently scooping up your hair, again running his thumb over your lips, before once again feeding his cock into your mouth. He made sure not to go too far just yet.

     ‘Fuck, you look so pretty wrapped around me like that.’ Orson was losing control over his breathing and it was making you wet all over again. ‘Will you let me fuck that pretty mouth?’ You found yourself instantly nodding and whimpering in desperation. ‘Yes? Is that what you want?’ He teased. ‘Okay, well you just let me know if it’s too much.’

     That wicked smile was back, and you really weren’t sure if you were ready for what was coming, but if it meant watching his gorgeous face sigh and moan with pleasure, then you wanted it.

     Orson made sure to grab your hair and slide his hand below your chin and down your throat. He held you in place, slowly testing how far he could feed himself into you before it was too much. Once he realised you could take him quite far, his thrusts increased.

     ‘That’s it, good girl.’ Orson moaned. ‘Just let me fuck you. You don’t have to do a single thing, just keep that mouth open for me.’ Orson encouraged, making you moan and whimper for more. ‘Oh fuck, I think you can handle a bit more. Yeah?’ You whimpered again.

     Suddenly you felt his hips snapping into you and a pace you had never taken anyone before. Orson swore and laughed as he fucked your mouth, he was loving every moment of making you feel beautiful.

     Without much warning, you felt him thrust into you and hold his cock there for a moment, you couldn’t breathe and began to choke. The second he felt you pushing his thighs back, he pulled all the way out.

     Orson was on knees with you, gently stroking your cheek, letting your hair go while you gasped for air.

     ‘Just breathe, darling.’ He said softly, soothingly. ‘Deep breaths, you’re okay.’ You did as he said and found you were okay again. ‘You need some water?’

     ‘I’m okay.’ You shook your head.

     ‘Good.’ He kissed your temple and gave you a moment to breathe on your own.

     You turned your head to kiss the side of his mouth, encouraging Orson to smile and sink into another passionate kiss.

     ‘May I be so bold?’ He asked, making you chuckle. ‘Can I do that again? You cannot fathom how beautiful it is to watch you choke on my cock like that.’

     Another weakened whimper was all he needed to know you wanted him to do it again.

     ‘Remember to breathe, darling.’ He said, almost teasing you, making you smile around his cock once again.

     The second time was easier, you were ready for it and able to hold him there longer. He told you over and over again how beautiful you were wrapped around his cock until you couldn’t take it anymore.

     He kissed you, whispered praise, stroked you face and smiled into another kiss.

     ‘I think it’s time for you to be rewarded.’ He growled, bringing you to stand with him. ‘I think it’s time we got you out of this dress.’

     Orson laughed with you and delicately began peeling your dress away. He was careful with it, acknowledging that it was probably quite expensive, he draped it over the back of one of the chairs in his hotel room.

     You took a moment, feeling the slight ache in your jaw, but relishing the cool glass behind you all the same.

     ‘Well, aren’t you something?’ Orson licked his lips, letting his eyes drift over your naked form, the only thing left was the diamond bracelet and sharp black heels. You smiled and tilted your head, feeling your face flush, much to Orson’s delight.

     He stepped up to you slowly, inhaling whatever perfume you’d put on that evening, his eyes fluttering closed as he pressed a soft kiss to your mouth.

     ‘I’ll not forget this night in a hurry.’ He whispered, his lips moving down your jaw towards your neck, softly biting the sensitive skin once again.

     ‘Fuck!’ You sighed deeply, noting how much it better it seemed to feel than before.

     ‘Whatever the lady wants.’ Orson chuckled into the crook of your neck, making you do the same as your hands ran over his broad shoulders.

     His rough hands ran down your sides, his mouth found yours once again as he lifted your leg around his waist. You could feel the tip of his cock nudging you, making you gasp.

     Orson stopped for a moment, softly kissing you. ‘You okay?’ He asked, gently.

     You smiled, nodding. ‘I’m okay, just…’

     ‘What?’ Orson pulled back a little to see your face clearer.

     You swallowed, almost nervously. ‘It’s just… as much as I’m enjoying this game…’ you cleared your throat, hoping it would buy you time to think about whether you should have said anything at all. ‘It’s just been a while.’

     Orson smiled, his dark blue eyes grazing over every part of your face. ‘Just when I thought you couldn’t get any sexier.’ You frowned, chuckling slightly. ‘You still trust me?’ You nodded, wondering what exactly he had planned. ‘Good.’

     Orson held your gaze, not letting you look away for a single second. He held your thigh around his waist, your hip in his other hand, you held onto his shoulders, occasionally playing with his soft hair.

     ‘Kaida.’ He whispered.

     Slowly and carefully, Orson pushed his hips into you, stretching you gloriously with every inch.

     ‘Fuck.’ You panted, letting your head lean back against the glass as you took in the feeling of finally being filled with him.

     Orson was breathing heavy into the crook of your neck, occasionally letting his tongue run along your collarbone. He suddenly growled and gently bit into the soft flesh of your shoulder.

     ‘If you were mine, I wouldn’t let you leave this room without marking your body. Let everyone know that only I get to see how beautiful you really are.’ Orson traced his teeth up your neck.

     ‘Fuck, Orson,’ you whimpered. ‘I’d fucking love that.’ You panted. He still hadn’t moved yet, still just letting you get used to him being inside you.

     ‘Darling,’ Orson pressed a firm kiss to your mouth. ‘Are you ready for me to fuck you yet?’

     ‘God yes.’ You laughed.

     Orson was slow and considerate for a while, just letting you get used to how deep he could go. He watched your every expression, every second of the way your face reacted to his thrusts and relished in all of it.

     He encouraged you to keep your leg wrapped around his waist for a moment, while he brought your hands above your head, you smiled loving every moment this man dominated your body.

     ‘Isn’t this what you wanted?’ He asked, almost mockingly. Holding your leg once again, while he kept your wrists in place above you. ‘The simple pleasure of being slowly dominated?’

     ‘Yes.’ You breathed.

     ‘And is it all you hoped for?’

     There was something genuine behind the question, not just another teasing line, but something compelled you to give in entirely to the game you were both playing.

     ‘Almost.’ You smiled, making Orson laugh.

     He kissed you again. ‘What can I do to make you feel beautiful, darling?’ He whispered against your lips.

     You swallowed thickly, unable to believe you were about to say this. ‘You can fuck me like you mean it.’

     Orson groaned, dragging his teeth across your bottom lip. His hips snapped up into you, forcing a higher pitched moan to echo out of you.

     ‘Oh, you have no idea what you’re asking for.’ He growled, but it only sent excitement rushing through you.

     Orson dipped his head, gently biting the soft flesh of your chest, before dragging his tongue all the way up your neck.

     ‘Fuck.’ He groaned, pulling away, dropping your leg and turning you around so that your body pressed against the cool glass. Orson pulled your hips towards him and for a moment you thought he would simply watch you in the faint reflection in glass, but soon you felt his cock easing back into you. His hand fisted your hair, his other hand wrapped around your waist, pressing his much warmer body to your back, and began fucking you at a pace you didn’t know you were ready for.

     You were no longer in control of any noise that came from your mouth. Orson didn’t stop fucking you, thrusting deep, keeping a relentless pace, one that would have you coming hard around him in no time.

      His hand delved between your legs and Orson found a rhythm to stroking your clit, clearly he needed you to come again.

      ‘Come on, darling, I know you can do it.’ He mocked. ‘Just let go for me.’

      ‘Fuck, Orson, yes!’ You cried, feeling yourself barely able to clench around him from how tight you were and how thick he was. It felt like wave after wave of pleasure washed over you, it was never ending.

     Orson slowed down, breathing steadily as he held your hips in place.

     He ran his palm over your back, as if committing it to memory. Orson leaned down to place a gentle kiss to your shoulder and you could feel his smile.

     ‘See all those people out there,’ he whispered into the hollow of your ear. ‘They all saw you and wanted to fuck you senseless.’ It sent a thrill through you once again. ‘But none of them will ever be able to appreciate just how fucking beautiful you are when filled with my cock.’

     You couldn’t stop the deep groan that echoed from your chest.

     ‘I think they’ve seen enough.’ Orson placed a swift kiss to your temple and slowly pulled himself out of you, making you whimper slightly. ‘Don’t worry darling, this is far from over. Get on the bed, on all fours.’

     Orson let you take a moment to compose yourself, your legs were weak, and he chuckled in understanding.

     ‘You’re so smug.’ You shook your head.

     ‘I have every reason to be.’ He shot back.

     You decided it was your turn to weaken him, and slowly climbed onto the bed, watching him every second you stretched yourself over the white sheets, arching your back so that your curves were on show for him.

     Orson shook his head, smiling, but the warning was still there.

     ‘Be careful, if you tease me too much, I may not be able to control myself.’

     ‘Where’s the fun in controlling yourself, Orson?’ You let your head rest against the sheets, still watching him, never taking your gaze away. His face became one of almost defeat. ‘I’m right here, ready for the taking.’

     ‘Fucking hell.’ Orson breathed out, immediately striding towards the bed, pushing himself inside you and groaning out. ‘Fuck,’ he laughed. ‘You have no idea what you’ve done.’

     ‘I do hope I’m about to find out.’ You had no idea where this new side of you had come from, but Orson was relishing in it, and it was filling you with a new excitement.

     Orson pushed a little deeper, taking a moment to compose himself before giving in completely.

     Once again, his pace was relentless. He held your hips, keeping you in place as he cried out how good you felt, unable to stop himself. Orson suddenly reached for your hands, holding your wrists in place behind your back, his other hand found your hair once again and gently pulled up enough that your back arched perfectly for him.

     ‘Fuck, Kaida, you’re so beautiful.’ He panted, seemingly unable to control his words any longer. ‘Fuck.’ He pulled you up a little more, trapping your hands between your back and his lean stomach, his hand was then free to snake around and gently play with your nipples.

     ‘Oh my god.’ You whimpered.

     ‘That good, yeah?’ He teased.

     ‘Yes.’ You moaned. ‘Just… harder.’

     ‘Harder?’ Orson smiled. ‘You mean you want me to fuck you harder, or…?’ Orson pinched your nipple between his finger and thumb, making you almost scream. ‘There she is.’ He chuckled darkly. ‘I want to hear you begging for it.’ You weren’t sure you had the energy. ‘Beg me to play with your breasts and I might let you come.’

     ‘Please?’ You whimpered.

     ‘Is that it?’ He said, still fucking you and softly running his thumb over your nipple, none of it was enough. ‘Come on darling, let me know how much you really want it.’

     ‘Please, Orson, please.’ You cried out desperately. ‘Please, I want to come, please make me come.’

     ‘Tell me, come on now.’ God, he really meant it when he wanted you to beg.

     ‘Please.’ You begged again, allowing the desperation to pour out of you. ‘Please play with me, fuck me harder, mark me like I’m yours. Please, I need it.’

     Those seemed to be the magic words to make him fuck you deeper, pinch your nipples until you were almost crying with how good it felt, and finally he bit hard into your shoulder, sucking at the skin and making sure you never forgot who did this to you.

     ‘Come for me, darling.’ He panted and you could feel how close he was himself. ‘Come on, that’s it, show me how beautiful you really are.’

      ‘Fuck, Orson, fuck, yes!’ Your whole body shook around his cock. Orson groaned into your neck, holding you against him, feeling every moment of both of you coming hard.

     You both panted for a minute or two, Orson loosened his grip in your hair and let your hands free from between your bodies. You were both shaking, but Orson chuckled and still somehow inside of you, he lay you both down, his arms around your body, taking in the soothing afterglow.

     You could feel the aches beginning to set in your muscles, but every second was worth it.

     Orson managed to lift himself up onto his elbow, he moved your hair out of the way and traced his fingers over your shoulder.

     ‘Well, you’ll definitely have a mark there in the morning.’ He chuckled, but it only panicked you for a moment. ‘Don’t worry, you won’t be able to see it, I made sure it was far enough back that a shirt will cover it.’

     You laughed. ‘That was very considerate of you.’

     ‘I’m sure you’ve noticed I have my moments of consideration.’ He chuckled and slowly pulled himself out of you. You suddenly hated the lack of contact.

     You heard the bathroom light come on and Orson running the tap, but when he came back, he poured a glass of water from a bottle in the fridge.  

     He drank a little and helped you sit up on the edge of the bed, handing the glass to you. You hadn’t realised how shaky you had become, but that smug smirk was back, making you roll your eyes and laugh.

     ‘I hope it’s not too forward,’ Orson started, almost making you choke on your water. Forward was not really a concern of yours in that moment. ‘But truly, you are beautiful.’ The sincerity in his crystal blue eyes was enough to send much more delicate warm rushes through you.

     You swallowed another mouthful of water. ‘Thank you.’ You whispered, making him smile. He understood what you were thanking him for.

     ‘If you’d like to stay, you’re more than welcome.’ He said, kissing your shoulder, tenderly. ‘You don’t need to feel pressured to leave any time soon.’

     Again, it wasn’t exactly what you expected, but it was what you asked for. A night to feel worth worshipping and that was exactly what you got.

     You stayed a little while, you lay in bed together talking about nothing of importance, Orson had asked you about what you did for a living, but it was classified, he respected that and moved on.

     At some point you’d both fallen asleep, Orson with his arms wrapped around your body, but the sun was starting to come up and you needed to get back to your hotel and get ready for your first meeting in your new position.

     You left Orson still sleeping and thought on how wonderful the night had really been. You felt beautiful and worshipped and like nothing else in the world was worth the time.

     You managed to get back to your hotel without anyone important noticing you do the walk of shame, you showered and tried not to focus on the aches that now set into your bones.

     It wasn’t a common occurrence for you to look dressed up in work uniform, but catching yourself in the mirror, you couldn’t help but think you looked rather pretty. You face still had a little colour from the night before, and your confidence was through the roof. You supposed it mattered more how you felt about yourself than anything, and on this morning, you felt amazing.

     You caught the transporter ship that was taking you up to your new station and spent the next couple hours you had going over your new assignment. The few acquaintances you made did the same thing, but in amongst that, they spoke about the project leads and who to watch out for.

     Finally, you were inside the station, you quickly dropped your things off in your new quarters and made your way to the department heads meeting. It wasn’t anything to worry about, it was just introductory, but another one of the heads, Colonel Sebastian Derma had given you a stellar piece of advice.

     ‘Just watch out for the Director and you’ll be fine.’ Derma said, as you both took your seats at the table, waiting for the Director to turn up.

     ‘Why? What’s his deal?’ You half smiled.

     ‘He’s just very demanding, a bit of a lunatic if you ask me, and has a temper like you wouldn’t believe.’ He continued. ‘You won’t find a sympathetic ear with him if anything goes wrong.’

     ‘So, he’s uptight?’

     ‘That’s a nice way of putting it.’ He chuckled. ‘I think he just needs to get laid, loosen up a bit.’

     You chuckled quietly while everyone else got back to gossiping, while you took a soothing deep breath. Your shoulder was still sore from the night before, and you couldn’t help but try to massage the muscle.

     Suddenly everyone on the opposite side of the table began stand at attention, you did the same thing. You felt someone standing behind you and took another deep soothing breath.

     ‘You may take your seats.’

     You felt your whole body freeze, your blood was cold and suddenly all of your confidence began draining away. You knew that voice. That voice had drowned you in pleasure the night before.

     ‘Something to say, Colonel Sarlin?’

     You suddenly noticed that the rest of the table had sat down and you still remained standing.

     ‘Oh, no-‘ you stopped yourself speaking, reminding yourself that he was no longer Orson, he was your boss. ‘Director.’ You gave an awkward smile as you finally took your seat.

     That crystal blue gaze remained on you as you did, something annoyingly playful sat behind it. Why was he so smug?

     ‘I’m sure you all know, my name is Director Orson Krennic,’ he was loving every moment of this. Why did he have to look so good in uniform? ‘And I will be leading this project until it’s completion. You will all be under my supervision until then.’ No one else seemed to notice that he couldn’t take his eyes off you, an echo of the previous night, making your cheeks flush much to his amusement if that smug smirk was anything to go by. ‘Now, let’s begin.’

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It's Not A Game If It's Real

Okay, so I know what this looks like, I know how it looks, it was supposed to be a one-shot, but ya gal just can't stop writing! So here's the masterlist for when another chapter is written. Can't guarantee there will be much story, but hey, let's not lie to ourselves, plot is just secondary at this point.

Rating: 18+ minors DNI, smut, slow burn, porn with so little plot (may change)

Orson Krennic x Fem!Reader

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 |

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[my-head-is-an-animal]

Okay okay, so I’ve just spent the evening writing a completely filthy Orson Krennic fic. Anyone wanna read it?

#orson krennic #Orson krennic x reader #Orson krennic x ofc #fanfiction #ben mendelsohn

[enaelyork]

I'm thinking about my alternate universe where Thrawn and Krennic are brothers-in-law because they're both with Tarkin's daughters. That they end up at a family reunion and Orson makes him drink alcohol for the first time in his life. And I can't stop laughing imagining how bad things can get.

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[enaelyork]

Nébuleuse - Preview [O.Krennic x Tarkin Daughter]

There are times in my life when you just have to stop me from writing. 🫣🫣

I'm little late so i post a preview for next chapters. @alotofrandomfangirling, @fenharel-enaste, @starlady66, @lady-of-imladris

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~ O. Krennic

—We'll stop the bullshit. You first, telling your friends you've had enough to drink and going home. You're going to do it, seriously, otherwise your dear dad will be informed first thing in the morning of your little nocturnal follies. Bedtime is well past for children your age.

Hysterical laughter. It's so thunderous that even the music doesn't distort it.

—You know what ? Go put your dick back in Brenda's pussy and fuck off, asshole!

The communication cuts off, silencing my comlink before I have anything to say, leaving me with a deep nervous breakdown that agitates me.

I'm going to kill her.

Of course. How could I have been dumb enough to think that. Tarkin didn't send his younger daughter to me just to spy on me - if that was really the purpose - but to drive me crazy. And that's exactly what is happening: this degenerate gives me murderous impulses that I find it increasingly difficult to repress. You don't call people like that in the middle of the night by mistake, twice. You will have to take it now. I think, especially stating an excellent excuse to find out where she is and bring her back to her room by the skin of her back. Because it's a safe bet if I base myself on the voices around her that the outcome of this evening will put me in a bad mood if I don't decide to intervene.

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V. Tarkin

Everything is perfectly fine.

My boss showed up at the East Plaza party after I mistakenly called him twice—and it's clearly not my fault that my best friend's name starts the same as that motherfucker's—. He planted himself in front of me like an asshole and I looked at him with all the anger that my wookie disguise still allows me before insulting him - and it was probably because he had never seen a wookie make an obscene gesture that he seemed so shocked -. Then, I agreed to follow him before he tussled with Erkani, and I went back in, but not without rubbing against his thigh, to warm him up on the way. I still feel the warmth of his hands on my waist and his warm voice telling me that he will never end up above me other than in an organization chart of the hierarchy.

Absolutely the opposite of what his body - and his hands - told me.

That's because there was probably more alcohol than blood in my veins.

Really, perfect evening, too bad I remember it so well.

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I Let the Beast in Too Soon

Coming soon: Modern AU, clubbing, mentions of Kyber crystals, other Rouge One characters, modern Rogue One tech interpretations, Defense Contractor ! Krennic, Scientist ! Krennic, OFC with with psychic abilities, alcohol use, 18+ content (yes, smut, but with plot) More tags TBD.

Orson Krennic meets a girl covered in stars. She refuses to look him in the eye, but their worlds collide.

Stay tuned…🤍🖤✨

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Living Here So Long Undisturbed

"Help me, someone, let me out of here, 'Cause living here so long undisturbed, dreaming of the time we were free, so many years ago, before the time when we first heard, welcome to the home by the sea"

Part two coming soon:

The man with silver hair and the woman covered in stars remain unnamed and unknown to each other. But not forgotten. Kary reels and Krennic plans. Allusions to Kyber crystals, and modern interpretations of Rogue One tech. Appearances of other Rogue One characters. House porn. And solitary smut.

Part one

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[enaelyork]

I wanted to say that I absolutely LOVE reading your Rouge One fics! 💕

Thx you so so much sweetie. That make me so happy ( and motivated to write more 🤩🤩).

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Title: Eager Author: WickedNerdery Fandom: Star Wars: Rogue One Pairing/character: Orson Krennic/OFC Rating: FRM Summary: “Show me how eager you are.” Notes: The idea of Krennic dealing with a honeypot trap popped in my head so I decided to write it...this is my first time writing him so bear with me, haha!  Thanks to @wadeyourebarelyalive and @zoesmama2024 for encouraging me to go for it.  It gets a “Read More” cut because it’s long and smutty (and kinda dark), lol!

The moment he saw her - the way she smiled, the way she showed interest in him - Orson knew what she was.  Women like her did not key in on men like him, they did not throw their affections his way, not without wanting something.  His power for their own, information on his work, his death...the Rebels had begun using assassins, he would not put it out of range that they’d use one for him.

“Are you going to stand around and drink all night or are you going to enjoy the naked woman in your bed?”  She called out teasingly.

That’s when he knew it wasn’t the glass, the liquor, that would get him.  She did not want him drunk, she wanted him close; the drink wasn’t the danger, she was.  Orson took his first true sip and enjoyed how it smoothed down, then lit up, his throat.  He examined the way it swirled in the glass, smirked...a lesser man would’ve been fooled so easily into a poisoning if she’d gone that route.  Had she not thought of it or knew him to be too intelligent for such an easy trap?

“Why so eager?” He drawled, his eyes taking their time enjoying her body just as his mouth did the drink.  There wasn’t merely pleasure in the view, there was calculation.  Where was the angle?  Where was the weapon?   Where, exactly, was the trap?

“Why wouldn’t I be?”

His smirk was faint.  “Show me.”  He downed the drink, set the glass aside, and strode to the foot of the bed.  “Show me how eager you are.”

She crawled over, got up on knees before him, and smiled as her hands went to his belt.  

Krennic allowed it.  Enjoyed it.  The feel of slender fingers undoing his pants, slipping in to take hold and stroke him.  He enjoyed the look in her eyes as the realization of his size came over her and how she tried to play it off.  The way she initially leaned back when he pressed into her hand, into her, and the squeak she made when he first grabbed a fistful of hair.  He relaxed the grip with a smile, arched a brow in expectation.  “Go on.”

Her lips quirked up as she adjusted that mask of desire for him; faked utter confidence as she pulled, shoved, his pants past his knees.

For all his bravado, for all his self-confidence about being in control, his moan at feeling the chilled air rush across his cock was wanton.  His eyes fluttered, closed, as the heat of her mouth devoured his length until her hands had to complete the job.

There was a sloppiness about it as she let spit run down her chin with greedy little moans.  Fingers snaked around; up to brush the tuft of hair at his base, down to cup his balls.  Krennic pressed forward, pushed in, and she gagged as the salty taste of pre-cum hit the back of her throat.  

That sound, that suggestion he might be too much for her, sent an entirely new thrill through Krennic’s body.  A new shot of arousal ran from his balls to his dick as he grabbed her hair.  The hold was firm, demanding, to reassert control then to lose it.  Fuck her mouth in the most undignified and satisfying way.

The woman on her knees, sucking him off, became a new thing for him to destroy.  First his detractors, his rivals, then the limits of science, the cities that opposed the Empire, soon planets, and then every last fucking Rebel in the galaxy...starting with this one.

He came with the guttural sound of an animal tearing into its prey.  He filled her mouth, coated the back of her throat, watched in vicious delight as she had little option but to swallow.  Krennic pulled out, back, to examine her freshly fucked face - white dribbled out the sides of her mouth, coated swollen lips.  It was beautiful.

The fingers in her hair flexed, tightened their hold, and she grimaced as he forced her eyes up to him.  “Who are you?”  There was disinterest in his question; it was a filler until the next.  “Who sent you?”

Her name was Chila and she refused to answer.  Her eyes flicked down, away; her thoughts went to the weapon waiting for her, strapped to the other end of the bed for easy access.  Fuck.

“Was this your grand plan?  To die with the cum of an Imperial officer in your belly?” Krennic sneered, then grew colder.  “Do me back up.  Now.”

She did, everything save his belt still on the floor.  “Go ahead.  Kill me.”

Orson was going to, he wanted to, but he wanted to deny her what she wanted more.  “And let Rebel intel die with you?”  He shook his head, leaned in, pulled her by the hair until every part of her was exposed as she was bent back.  Hoth-blue eyes shot into the honey of hers.  “No...”  His lips quirked.  “You’re worth far more alive than dead.”

This had a darker ending, but I think I like this one better as it’s more open.  Might still just be a one-shot, but if I decide to play again I can (with this ending).  Not sure I got Orson right yet, but I tried and it was fun to play with his nastier aspects, haha!  Also, this takes place before Rogue One, probably when he was still just starting construction on the Death Star, maybe.... 🤷‍♀️  Hope you enjoyed it, haha! 😅

Tagged: @zoesmama2024​ @wadeyourebarelyalive​ @vizhi0n​ ...Um...that’s all I got for now because I’m not sure which of you lovely followers are also into Star Wars/Krennic, lol!

(Both gifs found somewhere on Tumblr, credit to their makers!)

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