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alphamecha-mkii · 1 year
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The Millennium Falcon arrives on Takodana by Robert Watts
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virtie333 · 5 months
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The obscure Star Wars facts you have to dig up when writing 'between the scenes' of the movies. For example, did Poe have an astromech droid with him in Black One during the dogfight on Takodana? Or was he stupid enough to go into battle without one just because he didn't have BB-8? Watched those sexy scenes closely and got my basic answer. Wookieepeedia did the rest!
Hello R0-H2!
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jackiestarsister · 2 years
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“The Porg Princess” illustration
I commissioned @laurabarcali​ to draw Rey and Ben in my Swan Lake AU. She went beyond all my expectations!
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This particular scene is in the epilogue, but this also has elements of other scenes set at the lake on Takodana or involving dancing, twilight, and porgs. Although, like many writers and artists, I depicted Rey trying on Padme’s dresses at one point, I believe she would be most comfortable in Leia’s Endor dress, since it’s so similar to her own style.
You can read “The Porg Princess” on my accounts on FanFiction.net or on Archive Of Our Own, and see the original post of this drawing on Twitter.
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darth-memes · 1 year
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STAR WARS EPISODE VII: THE FORCE AWAKENS WAS RELEASED 7 YEARS AGO TODAY
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kaneni09 · 1 month
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More rewrite Rey ~
Practicing with some new brushes today whilst conceptualising more feral femme fatale Rey. Showing some more costume variations, as well as how I plan for her to look on Takodana before being abducted by Kylo Ren.
I was trying to find some good references for anatomy and posing when I came across some amazing concepts of Jane Porter from Disney's Tarzan that looked very similar to Daisy Ridley, and they served as inspiration for all the above drawings.
Original Jane Porter concept art below
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celartzee · 2 years
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Mandalorian at the Takodana Forest
(repost from zriwael on ig)
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the-force-awakens · 5 months
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You: I can tolerate a lot of bullshit from this fandom, but i draw the line at doubting Poe's piloting abilities
Seem about right?
THAT'S ME THAT'S ME TO A FUCKING TEE, BABEY.
I'm sorry but there is no one, no fucking one, in the GFFA that flies anything remotely close to how Poe flies. The only pilot I've ever seen that comes close is Plo Koon, aka my actual father. I love him so much.
Okay, like I'm sorry but Han is not beating this man. Han rounded down on the Kessel Run so he didn't even do it in 12 parsecs, actually. It might be true that Han is better at flying freighters, but I think we can easily say that Chewie is also doing some of the heavy lifting there as well because they're a two man team.
POE DID NOT GRADUATE FROM FLIGHT ACADEMY A YEAR EARLY, BE PUT IN CHARGE OF HIS OWN SQUADRON AND GIVEN THE RANK OF COMMANDER A YEAR OR SO AFTER THAT, AND BE PUT IN CHARGE OF THE RESISTANCE'S ONLY FLIGHT WING*, JUST FOR PEOPLE TO SLANDER HIS ABILITIES LIKE THIS!!!!!!!!
And that's not even getting me STARTED on the fact that he easily lightspeed skips (or the fact that he first did so at 17), how quickly he's able to familiarize himself with other ships in order to fly them, THE FACT THAT HE FLEW A SAIL THROUGH THE STORMS ON PHERYON WHICH HARDLY ANYONE SURVIVES DOING, or the fact that he blew up Starkiller AND survived a one man assault on a fucking Dreadnaught AND a Stardestroyer
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NOBODY IS OUT FLYING HIS ASS, OKAY. THIS IS THE HILL I AM CHOOSING TO DIE ON ITS MY TOXIC TRAIT, I FULL HEARTEDLY BELIEVE HE COULD KICK EVERY PILOT IN THE GFFA'S ASS HE'S BEEN TAUGHT BY SHARA FUCKING BEY AND WEDGE ANTILLES LIKE COME ONNNNNN
*which consists of two squadrons. well originally four. but then it was two. This doesn't include the bombing squadrons btw Fossil is in charge of those.
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finniigan · 1 year
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Finn Week, Day 1 - Physical courage
Feeling fear yet choosing to act. Involves developing resilience and awareness.
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strawberry-whorecake · 8 months
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I Always Get What I Want | K.R.
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pairing: Kylo Ren x fem!reader
summary: You find yourself in the clutches of Kylo Ren, how and why you were unsure, but you were even more unsure of your attraction to him. He saw your thoughts, he knew how you felt, and consequently he knew how he needed to require information from you.
word count: 3.6k
warnings: swearing, dirty talk, virgin!reader, loss of virginity, (slight) dubcon, fingering, cum eating, unprotected sex, PinV sex, inappropriate use of the force, Kylo's an asshole
A/N: kylo was the first adam character i ever fell for so this felt oddly healing to write lmao
Your eyes fluttered fluttered open but everything was blurry. As your vision came into focus the throbbing pain in your skull became more apparent. Only then did you realize you had no idea where you were.
Your arms tugged to rub your eyes, soothe your burning headache— but your arms were confined. Letting out a confused murmur you looked around, trying to figure out where you were.
“Ah, you’re awake.” The metallic and vaguely inhuman voice made your blood turn cold. You immediately knew the source of the voice.
That’s right… you were on Takodana fighting with the Resistance before everything went dark.
Despite the thick lump of nerves that formed in your throat, you spoke. “Where am I?”
He had the nerve to laugh, regardless it was more of a huff of a laugh, but it was still audible even over the synthesizer of his mask.
“You’re on my ship.” His voice had a snap to it, one that spoke wordlessly that he wasn’t interested in playing polite greeting games.
But his response only made the hair on your neck stand straight up— what in stars sake could he possibly want with you to such an extreme he’d capture you and load you onto his ship?!
You wracked your brain recalling every event moment for moment as it passed, but it was incredibly difficult as your head throbbed, making it seem almost impossible to recount events clearly.
Han Solo. Takodana. Fighting Stormtroopers. The metallic hiss of his synthesizer… then blackness. An all encompassing blackness.
Another huff of a laugh ripped you from your thoughts— and you could’ve sworn the thrumming in your head seemed to die down.
“For the Resistance, you’re not very bright.”
Your arms pulled against the restraints, wriggling in your chair as you tried to face your captor— the absolute vile creature that was Kylo Ren.
As if he knew you wanted to face him, he effortlessly glided around the edge of your confining seat.
He was large, dark— and not just in dressing but in energy too. His leather cladden hands were interlocked behind his back. His cold and empty mask staring right in your direction, you could feel his eyes on you though you could not see them.
“Why am I here?” you spat with a sudden haste. You were truthfully less concerned with your own predicament than you were of your fellow fighters— your friends.
“Why do you think you’re here?” his tone dripped with a sticky sweetness that made your stomach roll with annoyance. He was toying with you.
He grazed around your chair again, looking away from your direction as he strolled in front of you. “There’s a droid working for your… friends… I need it’s location and you’re going to give it to me.”
Your brows furrowed, “I’m not giving you anything.” His mask snapped back in your direction. “No?”
For not being able to see his own face, this was the most intense staredown you’d ever been in.
“We’ll just have to see about that, won’t we?”
Before you had a moment to think, a leather hand outstretched and the throbbing of your head grew the strongest it’d been. It drew a tear from your eye as you strained and hissed through your teeth trying to fight the pressure that made your skull feel like it was going to explode.
You despised this guy. He was weak, and even worse he was a coward… hiding behind a mask.
Almost with a shudder his hand withdrew and the pain ceased though a pounding lingered. “I see you think so highly of me.”
“What does it matter what I think of you?” You spat again, a soft pant to your words as you recovered from the pain.
His head cocked to the side as he looked at you, stars, how you’d love to punch him in the face.
He raised his hands and you winced, readying yourself for another wave of pain but you were instead met with a whooshing hiss that made your eyes shoot up to find the source.
How you wish you hadn’t looked up.
Kylo Ren had pulled off his helmet and rather glamorously shook his head causing his raven waves to bounce free of the metal enclosure from which they were previously held.
Another lump formed in your throat as you looked over him. He had big, almost puppy dog-ish brown eyes. His nose was large and perfectly angled. His lips were plush and pink. The skin of his face was littered with freckles and beauty marks that envied a map of stars in the galaxy.
Being so momentarily enraptured by his appearance you’d failed to notice the drumming in your brain growing larger. “I’m flattered.” he hummed with that same sticky sweet tone.
You cursed yourself under your breath. He was Han and Leia’s son… of course he would be captivating… if only he hadn’t captivated you, literally and figuratively.
He was still in your head and his lip quirked upward in disapproval of your thoughts about his parents.
“Where is the droid?” he asked again.
This was pointless— “You know where the droid is, you were on Takodana, were you not?” you hissed. “What happened to my friends?”
His eyes narrowed briefly as he considered you. “Perhaps you’ll be pleased to learn I have no idea.”
Somehow that made you feel better and simultaneously worse. If he didn’t know they were dead, then they had to be alright, but that still only posed the question why you were here.
“Are you finished playing stupid now? I know you’ve seen the map… you’d somehow convinced the droid to show it to you.” His eyes narrowed again, the corner of his right eye twitched briefly. “You headed off Han Solo on Leia’s orders… I know everything.”
You wanted to scream in frustration, scream at him for being in your head, but all you could do was bite your tongue.
Because worst of all… he knew. He knew your thoughts, yes, but he knew how frustrated your thoughts became the longer you looked at him.
He took a few steps forward, closing in any respectable distance as he drew nearer to you, his head cocking again, looking at you. “I need to see that map… and I will see it by all means necessary.”
You wanted to cross your arms, put up all your defenses but this stupid chair held you pinned and vulnerable to him.
“You won’t get that map from me.” you spat.
His lip quirked up again, this time it was sly, almost entertained. “We’ll see.”
His hand outstretched again, the leather of his gloves strained against the stretch of his fingers as he reached further into your head.
You lurched out of the chair, fighting against it with every ounce of strength you had— and only when your mind flashed the image of his face again did the throbbing cease once more.
“Oh… I see.” You flopped weak and limp like a rag doll, only the restraints holding you up. You cursed under your breath for your mind’s betrayal against your senses.
Your eyelids fluttered weakly as you looked up at him through your lashes. You wanted to look away from him, in fact you begged that your body would react on its own, but it didn’t.
“I know just how to deal with you… it’s so clear to me now.”
Your brows gently knit, not knowing where he was going, before his fingers gently twitched and you shot straight back against the chair with a less than gentle bang as your head hit the metal support.
You couldn’t stop the groan that leeched out from your throat before your eyes caught him again, another sly smirk on his face.
He was still exceedingly close and you hated the way your stomach flipped as his eyes studied you. His hand outstretched again and with half the thought he was going to reach into your mind you pinched your eyes shut… but the thrumming didn’t start, and instead you felt fingers pinch against your chin.
Your eyes shot open wide, meeting his face as he held your gaze to look at him. “Strange…” he hummed. You tried to wiggle out of his grip, but it was firm, and the restraints weren’t helping your predicament… you had no choice but to sit helplessly and look at him.
You watched as his eyes drifted over your features before gliding down your neck— ever so slowly, until they glanced at your body. If you weren’t looking right at him, you would’ve missed it because only a beat later his eyes were right back on yours.
“Oh don’t worry… I can feel it.”
You bit back the whine that bubbled in your throat. He kept his grip on your chin, holding your gaze to his as you felt something caress the side of your neck making you jolt. His hand hadn’t moved yet it was unmistakable something was touching you. His smirk pulled again as he ran his leather cladden thumb against your cheek.
“You’ll learn… I always get what I want.” his words came out almost in a cooing fashion.
The caress on your neck drifted lower, now moving down your side. Your fists clenched, and Kylo’s gaze flicked toward them before looking to your eyes again.
“Don’t pretend you don’t like it.” he cooed again, a slight jeer in his tone. Your brows knit as you tried to rip your face away– not wanting him to stop, but not wanting to look at him either.
Only a moment too late did you remember the Force… that was the ghostly pressure that was sweeping down your hip, trailing around your thigh, inching closer and closer to your sex. This time as much as you hated it, you couldn’t stop the whimper.
You couldn’t decide what you hated more, Kylo’s entertained smirk, or the fact that your body betrayed you and you dripped with arousal over what he was doing to you.
The pressure caressed your slit, making you gasp and jolt, Kylo’s eyes glued on you the entire time. He had you just where he wanted you, the two of you both knew it. “Show me the map.” he purred.
You whined, shaking your head. You knew better than to speak, knowing your voice would betray you.
“Very well then.” Without warning, what felt like the pressure of two fingers slid inside you and you mewled pathetically, Kylo still watching you squirm. The pressure withdrew before reentering you, forming a pattern.
You wriggled in your seat and fought against Kylo’s grip, it was a feeling you were not familiar with… which again, Kylo knew. His own brows furrowed softly as he raised his hand, “You’ve never been touched like this?” he hummed. You could only whimper, but the pressure in your head appeared again– making it clear this would be his form of communication with you.
Kylo sucked his teeth and looked at you almost as if disappointed. “Then I suppose this is an honor.” his smirk curled back on his lips again. He was still in your head, still teasing your cheek with his thumb.
A third pressure applied around your clit, flicking over it and making you gasp again, trying to escape from his grasp. He had an expression of sick delight as he watched you fight against his grip on your face, watching as you writhed under the pressure of the Force.
You were forced to look into those big brown eyes, forced to watch as he studied your every movement– seeing what you reacted to the most. Your gaze drifted to his hand that was still raised– still reaching into your head. All of this being so completely new to you, being touched for the first time, you couldn’t stop yourself from wondering what he himself would feel like, and not the ghostly pressure.
As soon as you thought it you immediately cursed yourself, as Kylo’s smirk pulled into what was arguably a smile. “Filthy little thing, aren’t you?” he purred.
“Well, as you wish.” The throbbing in your head ceased as he lowered both his outstretched arm, and dropped your face.
The pressure around your clit and inside of you seemed to vanish into thin air, and he released your chin. Your body fought with the feeling of relief that it was gone, but also with the slight remorse you felt missing it.
Kylo stood from your side, coming around to the front of your chair. His eyes studied your body as he pulled himself in closer, his leather covered hand running down your chest and your abdomen before dipping beneath the waistband of your pants. The feeling made you gasp again. The leather was smooth and textured in a way that was entirely different from the pressure of the Force.
His fingers teased your cunt, sliding through your slit as his eyes looked into yours and he collected your slick on his gloves. He watched intensely as he plunged two fingers inside you. Your brows knit and you fought the urge to cry out.
His large hands felt even bigger with the leather of his glove, and the sensation was entirely new. His thumb caught on your clit as he rubbed circles against your nub.
“You wanna show me the map yet?” he asked, curling his fingers inside of you and making you moan out. You pinched your eyes shut, not wanting to look at him– you couldn’t bear to look at him, at the way he studied your expression so heavily as he fucked you on his fingers. Leather exploring territories of you that have never been crossed before.
You only opened your eyes when that caressing pressure glided across your throat before squeezing at the sides.
He hummed, “That’s better. I want to see those eyes.” You still wanted to hit him, to curse at him, he was still toying with you but in an even more cruel way.
He worked his fingers in and out of you, thrusting and curling them. His eyes flicked down to his hand, watching as it explored your cunt.
When you whimpered out a cry, he groaned, making you clench around his fingers. His eyes flickered back up to yours. “Oh?” he purred. He sucked his teeth softly, “Those little sounds you make…” he huffed softly.
Your eyes widened briefly as his other hand reached down his own torso, rubbing his hand against himself. He saw you watch, and his lip curled into another smirk as he hummed. His fingers curled inside you again, and you couldn’t help but moan out.
He withdrew his hand from you, looking away from your face as he studied the slick of your arousal coating his gloved fingers. His eyes met yours as he raised the glove to his plush lips, his tongue darting between his fingers and lapping it up, the sight making you whine again and clench around nothing. He drew his fingers into his mouth, sucking them off before removing them with a pop as he looked over you.
“Maybe I’ll have to fuck the map out of you… what do you think of that?” he cooed, making you whimper again.
He leaned over you again, his fingers reaching for your restraints. “If you try anything stupid, you won’t like the consequences, understood?” His gaze on you was so intimidating you couldn’t help but nod.
He unclasped your wrists and you didn’t waste a moment to rub them, sore and strained as they were from the tightness in which they were being held.
You didn’t get another moment to soothe your wrists as you were being pulled to your feet and turned around. Kylo pressed his hips into your backside as you bit harshly on your lip to stop the moan that bubbled in your throat. He grabbed hold of the waistband of your pants and with a swift tug he pulled them off of you, embarrassment ripping through your body at your exposure.
His leather hand groped your ass, rubbing against your skin as he pressed his hips against your backside again, making the whine pull from your throat.
Kylo tutted, “How would the Resistance feel if they saw you now?” You didn’t even have time to stop the pathetic whimper that escaped you following his words, and Kylo chuckled darkly.
You heard rustling behind you and as much as you wanted to look over your shoulder, you felt frozen. “Arms on the chair.” he ordered, and you unfortunately obeyed.
You gasped as he slid his cock between your folds, your body jolting slightly at the sensation, before a pressure applied to all your limbs and you were genuinely frozen to the spot.
You prickled with annoyance as the asshole used the Force to hold you still, but you didn’t have long to dwell on it as he prodded at your entrance and you sucked in a great breath.
Kylo sunk into you and you let out a cry as your insides were bittersweetly painful. It was a hot searing pain that was oddly intoxicating. You were suddenly thankful for the Force holding you steady, because you would’ve collapsed upon the feeling— he was big.
His hands found your waist, continuing to sheathe himself inside of you until his hips were flush with your ass, and he groaned as he bottomed out.
“Shit- you’re tight…” he huffed. It didn’t help that you clamped around him and he groaned again.
He pulled out of you slightly, drawing another cry from your throat before he sank back in.
After a few moments of slow thrusts, he picked up pace, pulling you back by the hips onto him. You moaned out as he fucked into you, the feeling making your head spin.
The only sounds in the room were skin hitting skin, your whines, and Kylo’s deep groans— you begged the stars that nobody could hear you.
His cock fucked you incredibly. He filled you up so well and prodded a certain spot inside you that sent shockwaves of pleasure through your system.
Kylo hummed, “You like this don’t you? Filthy whore… being fucked by my cock.” he hissed through his teeth as he issued a particularly painful thrust.
Two sensations added to your pleasure, the ghostly pressure was suddenly on your clit again, but was also squeezing at the sides of your throat, stifling another cry.
“I’m gonna make you cum on my cock like the little Resistance slut you are.” he hissed as his hips slammed against yours.
All you could do was offer more strangled moans as his pace grew frantic, his hands squeezing harshly on your hips as the pressure on your clit also quickened.
An unfamiliar knot grew in your core and every buck of his hips made it grow tighter. “K-Kylo-“ you whimpered, earning a husky groan in response.
The grip on your throat strengthened and you strangled out a gasp. “Filthy- fuck- filthy Resistance scum.” Kylo cursed.
He split you open with his ravenous and intense thrusts, he was anything but gentle. “You’re gonna cum when I tell you to- you understand?”
You squeaked out another response as the Force gripped the sides of your throat again.
Kylo was cursing and panting behind you, his movements rough and fervid as you poured out more cries and moans that managed to slip past the grip on your throat.
Tears stung at your eyes as the knot in your stomach was growing impossibly tighter, you weren’t sure what was happening but you had a feeling you weren’t going to last much longer.
You choked out his name again and he hissed between his teeth. “Cum like the slut you are.”
His hips buckled into yours and the pressure on your clit seemed to intensify, and before you knew it your vision blurred as the knot burst and your cunt clenched down around him— white hot pleasure flooding your senses.
You choked out a cry, pinching your eyes shut and the pressure holding your body still ceased, causing your limbs to tremble.
You had barely enough time to process your own release before Kylo uttered more curses and your cunt flooded with warmth, his hips still snapping against yours as your walls clenched, milking him to his end.
As his movements stilled he pulled out of you, removing his hands and almost making you collapse against the chair, but you fought to hold yourself up.
You glanced over your shoulder, watching as he pulled up his own pants and tucked himself back inside them before he caught your eye.
You barely had a moment before his hand outstretched and your head pounded, making you cry out.
Kylo grunted as your orgasm thankfully blurred your thoughts. His hands harshly tugged your pants back up and he turned you and roughly shoved you back into the chair.
As soon as you tried to put up a fight the Force seized your limbs and you went slack. He hastily buckled the restraints around your arms again.
“You’re horrible!” you spat at him.
Kylo only smirked, “You liked it.”
He stood to his full height, picking up his helmet and quickly replaced it over his head. “Don’t you worry, I will get that map from you… until then, I think I’ll be keeping you around.”
You cursed at him, making a metallic chuckle bounce off the walls of the interrogation room before doors screeched open and heavy footprints echoed out of the room.
Stars you hated Kylo Ren.
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merelymatt · 2 years
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What I think the Obi-Wan series did right for me, which a lot of similar fill-in-the-gaps stories don't, is it filled in an emotional gap and not a plot one. This wasn't "how did Boba Fett survive the sarlacc pit" or "how did Anakin's/Luke's lightsaber get from Bespin to Takodana" or even (the simplest form of fill-in-the-gap) "what was he doing between x event and y event" (even though the series does answer that question, it's not the question it's answering). It didn't set out to "fix" or "explain" a plot "hole". It just looked at Obi-Wan at the end of Revenge of the Sith (betrayed, confused, guilty) and the next time we see him, in Rebels: Twin Suns or A New Hope (centred, calm, decisive, able to face Vader with equanimity and a hint of a smirk), and asked: how does this person become this other version of himself? What must he go through to get there? What must he realise and/or decide, and what would push him to get there? I'd love this to become the key question that determines whether it's worthwhile to revisit a character and tell an untold part of their story: are we just looking to answer a plot question, or are we bridging an emotional gap?
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vodika-vibes · 1 month
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*slides $100 in a monopoly money over*
You got any sub!crosshair and Dom!reader smut in the back?
We Could Be More pt II
Summary: Recently defected from the Empire, you and Crosshair struggle to make ends meet while you cross the galaxy looking for a safe place to call home. At least you have each other.
Pairing: TBB Crosshair x F!Reader
Word Count: 1766
Warnings: Smut, oral M!receiving, Dom/Sub dynamics, reader is a gentle dom, Crosshair swears when getting laid
Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni
A/N: *accepts the money and slides this fic across the table* So, I decided to make this request a sequel to We Could Be More, since it seems to fit. I hope you like it! So this story (which is probably going to have a third part) is basically Crosshair and Reader falling in love and finding their happy ending. Why do I keep doing this to myself with Crosshair?
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“I can’t believe you managed to talk that hack into buying the tie fighter,” You say as you offer Crosshair half of the sandwich you bought from a nearby stand.
“I didn’t sell it,” Crosshair counters, taking the sandwich gratefully, “I traded it for a better ship.”
“Better how?” You ask, as you take a sip of your grape drink.
“Well it comes with a droid-”
You release a happy gasp.
“-a protocol droid.” Crosshair continues, a small grin crossing his face as you wilt, “It’s the ship's pilot. It also has a proper kitchen and a bedroom.”
“Oh thank kriff,” You mutter under your breath.
“What, you didn’t like sleeping in the chairs?”
You scrunch up your nose at him, “Not in the slightest.” You finish your  half of the sandwich, “I suppose we need to buy food now?”
“Already taken care of. That guy was way too happy to get his hands on a TIE fighter.”
“Mm, probably part of the rebellion.” You muse thoughtfully.
“Not our problem.” Crosshair warns, “We’re not getting involved.”
“Yeah, yeah. I know.” You toss your trash into a nearby can, and fold your arms over your stomach, “So, how are we going to afford to keep this ship?”
“Bounty Hunting.”
“Cross.”
“I know, I know. But it’s what I’m good at. And at least this way I get to pick my targets.” He points out. Crosshair quickly finishes his sandwich and tosses his trash as well, “In any event, it’s time for us to get off this planet and move on.”
“Where to?”
“Salesman said Takodana. He said that we can get help there.”
“Help?”
“That’s what he said. I figure it won’t hurt to check it out.”
“Your call.” You shrug, “If you think it’s safe then it probably is.”
He smirks at you, before he kisses the tip of your nose, “You’re too trusting.”
“It’s you, Cross.” You counter with a roll of your eyes.
“Mm.” He glances at you, a sly smile on his lips, “I don’t suppose you want to spend one more night in the hotel? For a repeat of last night?”
“Maker, don’t you have an off switch?”
“Yeah, it’s located in my dick, you have to suck really hard-” You punch him in the shoulder and he laughs.
“You’re a pig.”
“You weren’t saying that last night.” He says smugly.
“I…don’t recall.”
“So my dick was so good that you have no memory of it. Sounds like you need a repeat.” Crosshair muses as he drapes his arm over your shoulder and directs you towards the port where the new ship is waiting.
“Sounds like wishful thinking on your part.”
“Ooh, I’m hurt.” His grip tightens around your shoulder.
“Cross-” You murmur, your gaze flickering to the Stormtroopers harassing a shopkeeper further down the street.
“I see them. Keep walking. They haven’t noticed us.”
“...so much for a repeat at the hotel,” You quip with a small smile as you lean against him.
“Eh, we have our own bed now.” Crosshair replies, he keeps the stormtroopers in his sights right up until you climb the ramp onto the new ship, and only then does he start to relax.
He heads into the cockpit to give directions to the droid, while you poke through the rest of the ship. The kitchen is fully stocked, and the bedroom is clean and the bed even has fresh linens on them. More surprisingly, the closet is full of clothes. Actual, properly fitting, clothes. 
“Surprise.”
You blink at him, “What’s all this?”
“The Fighter was worth a lot more than this ship. So with the extra I got all of this.”
“...how do you know what size bra I wear?”
“I spend a lot of time staring at your tits, kitten.”
You grin at him, “Honestly, it’s almost like you’re only using me for my body or something.”
“Eh, the rest of you isn’t terrible. But I really like your tits. And your ass.” Crosshair tilts his head to look at you, “That bother you?”
“Nope. I do have an amazing chest after all.”
“Alright, little miss modest,” Crosshair says, sounding deeply amused, “We’re taking off in the next fifteen.”
You hum a response as you pick through the clothes to see what he picked out for you.
“Does it all meet your approval?” He asks sarcastically.
“It does! Well done.” You pause when Crosshair inhales sharply, and you turn your speculative gaze towards him.
“Right, well…I’m going to go make sure the clanker doesn’t kark up our departure-”
You cross the room and lightly pinch the material of his shirt between two fingers, and Crosshair doesn’t pull away from you. “Cross,” Your voice is light, and he seems to curl in around you, “I want you to take this off, please.”
“...and why should I do that, kitten?” Crosshair asks, his voice low and raspy.
Your smile is small and peaceful, “Because I asked you nicely.”
He leans in slightly, “Maybe don’t ask so nice next time?”
Your eyes glitter with mirth, “Cross, take it off.”
“Why?”
“Because good soldiers follow orders,” You tease, “And you are a good soldier, aren’t you?”
Crosshair groans, “That shouldn’t be half as hot as it is.”
He steps further into the room and allows the door to slam shut behind him, before he peels his shirt off and tosses it to the side. You smooth your hands across his chest, lightly tracing the scars and tattoos that cover his skin. “Lay down please?”
It’s a soft request. Gentle. Just like everything else about you, but you have a feeling that Crosshair will treat it as an order.
And you’re right.
Crosshair settles himself in the middle of the bed, with his head resting on the pillows. His dark gaze trails over your body, and he tucks his arms under his head. “What’s the plan, kitten?” He asks. 
“I’m going to taste you,” You reply immediately, “And then I’ll go from there.” You settle yourself on the bed next to him, and slowly unfasten his pants, giving him the chance to refuse you. 
“You gonna take any of your clothes off?” He asks, as you lower his pants enough that his half hard cock bounces free.
“Hm…maybe. If you’re good.”
Crosshair watches you with half lidded eyes, “You don’t have to be so gentle, kitten. You’re not going to break me.”
You duck your head, a small smile on your lips, “I like being gentle with you, Cross.” You drag a single finger down the side of his cock, hard now that you’re touching him. “You deserve a little gentle.” And then you wrap your hand around him fully and give him a lazy stroke. 
“Kriff-” His hips twitch at your touch.
Gently, very gently, you press your free hand against his hip, “Lie still, Cross.” He releases a second curse but stills his hips. You favor him with a warm smile, “Good boy, you follow orders so well.”
His head falls back with a low groan, and you can see the muscle flexing in his arms, “Motherkarking…-how are you so good at this?” He demands.
You just smile at him, “Would you like me to stop?”
“No I do not want you to karking stop you-” He trails off when you slowly raise your eyebrows, “I’m not going to beg you, kitten.”
“I would never ask you to,” You continue to languidly pump your hand, “I just want you to feel good.”
He releases a shaky breath, “I assume there’s more to this than just ‘lie still’.”
“You don’t get to touch me until after I’ve made you cum. That’s the only other condition.”
“At all?”
“At all.”
He flashes a cocky smirk, “Easy.”
“Well, we’ll see won’t we?”
With that said, you turn your gaze back to his leaking cock. He’s long and thick, though you’re not sure how he’d compare to other men. Honestly, you don’t much care, because he’s perfect for you. 
You lower your head and lightly lick the precum from the head of his cock. His groan sounds like music to your ears, and you decide that you want to hear as many noises as he can make. 
You wrap your lips around him and slowly start bobbing your head.
There’s no need to rush, after all. Plus, you’re still new at this. 
He’s warm and heavy in your mouth, with a taste that you’ve come to associate with Crosshair over the last couple of days. Slowly you ease more and more of him into your mouth, using your hands to massage the part that you can’t quite take yet.
Above you he’s groaning, and alternating curses and praises.
You can feel the muscles of his thighs flexing under you, and you’re touched. Crosshair is so much stronger than you, the fact that he’s willingly going along with this is…incredibly empowering.
And incredibly arousing.
You pull back slightly when Crosshair groans your name, though you keep him in your mouth as you work him over with your hands. 
He groans low in the back of his throat as you push him over the edge. You make sure to swallow every drop, and you don’t pull away from him until he’s spent. 
“How was that?” you ask, a little shyly. 
Crosshair drops his arms from under his head as he starts to catch his breath, “Incredibly, incredibly hot.” He finally says. 
You smile slightly proud, “You didn’t mind?”
“If I did, it wouldn’t have gotten as far as it did, kitten.” He shifts and kicks his pants off the bed, and then turns his gaze towards you, “Come here.”
You slide up the bed so that you’re closer, and then you squeak when he quickly tugs you across his chest, his lips crashing against yours. He quickly tugs your clothes off and tosses them to the side, before immediately sliding one of his hands down to massage your ass, pulling a startled squeak from your lips.
“Kitten,” He murmurs as he breaks the kiss, “I want you to sit on my face-”
Your face flames with flustered embarrassment, and Crosshair smirks.
“And then I’m going to fuck you into the mattress.”
You pull away to press your flaming face against his chest.
“And after that, I’m going to show you how to be a proper Dom, Princess.” He coos in your ear, “Your way is very hot, I want to show you my way.”
You peek up at him, a small smile on your lips, “Okay.”
His smirk grows into a grin, “Good girl.”
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fantasticalleigh · 10 months
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was having a reylo creative block for a bit and then churned this out in a few hours funny how this shit works innit
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wrote a teeny thing in accompaniment for this below under the cut!
There were whispers of confusion among the troopers after they had lifted off from Takodana. Lord Ren had boarded the ship with a prisoner, the scavenger who supposedly held the map of Skywalker’s whereabouts. They had watched in silent surprise as he’d strode in with the unconscious young woman in his arms, bearing her weight with no trouble. He hadn’t even cuffed her yet!
As soon as the ship door closed behind them and the prison keepers came forward to take the burden of the captive away and to her new cell, Lord Ren pinned them with a dead stare that made them pause and then turn tail swiftly.
Since then he’d stayed in the cargo hold. Everyone else was too nervous to approach, watching with ill-concealed curiosity. If General Hux had been there he surely would’ve had no qualms about going to Lord Ren and snapping him back to his normal state but he could not be summoned, as he was occupied.
By then the force sleep the scavenger was under was beginning to wear thin. She was coming in and out of it, a desert rat used to blazing heat now shivering in the frosty air of the ship. Her eyes were opening slightly, befuddled and uncomprehending, but she didn’t speak, looking as though she believed she were in the thick of a dream. Incredibly, Lord Ren didn’t seem to mind, to everyone’s shock--nor did he seem angry. In fact, he looked quite the opposite as he held her. No one had ever seen him so at peace, nor so protective of a stranger, much less a prisoner.
She looked up at his face and appeared frightened for just a moment, and then her face relaxed as if she recognized him just before the force sleep took hold of her again and she fell unconscious again.
The spectacle only lasted ten minutes. News came from the command center that Hux was on his way with questions about the situation on Takodana. He was expecting to have the map in hand immediately. The threat of his arrival and empty hands finally pushed the prison keepers to approach Ren again, and he relinquished the sleeping scavenger at last, not sparing her an extra glance as she was taken away to her cell.
He was frowning now, back to his usual self. Once, he shook his head--in disbelief, perhaps, as if he too couldn’t understand what had just happened to prompt his strange behavior.
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virtie333 · 5 months
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WIP Wednesday
Well, I guess...
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“Is that the Millennium Falcon?”
The Millennium Falcon? She’d heard of that ship.
“Well, that explains why BB-8 is here,” Poe said, a laugh in his voice. “The General is gonna be pissed.”
“Or maybe not,” Karè interjected. “It’s always been one way or the other with those two.”
Rey had no clue what they were all talking about. If memory served, the Millennium Falcon had achieved fame thanks to the smuggler turned rebel Han Solo. Which meant the General probably knew him. Or more?
Suddenly, a rather ominous looking Upsilon class shuttle rose from the surface behind the castle, flanked by several TIEs.
“Ren!” Poe said, venom in his voice.
“Should we go after him?” Snap asked.
“Negative!” Poe responded. “I just got a transmission from BB-8. He’s in the forest hiding, and the surviving civilians are safe. We’ve done our job. For now.” Rey could tell from the sound of his voice he would love nothing better than to blast that ship out of the sky, but it wouldn’t be an easy thing to do, and it wasn’t worth the effort right now.
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piglet26 · 4 months
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Reylo Scenes: TFA
The day after the Force Awakens Ren and Rey were christened Reylo. I always laugh when Lucasfilm and JJ Adams tried to keep this pairing neutral and "suggestive" like seriously. The seeds were laid in the first film for FinnRey and Reylo, but really Reylo was always going to reign supreme not only because of the chemistry between Daisy Ridley and Adam Driver but the writing, art direction, acting and even costuming leaned Reylo heavily.
Reylo are introduced as Ying Yang right off the bat. Ren arriving in Jakku by night in black with a black mask. Rey meet on Jakku by day in white with a white mask.
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The first time Ren hears about Rey or "the girl" he reaches out towards the camera and Rey reaches back towards him.
It's stated that Ren and Rey had similar visions of one another without understanding who the other was. In Rey's lightsaber vision she sees Ren very clearly setting up that he, bringing him back to the light, is her future.
On Takodana, it's canon that the production team wanted Ren's arrival to be like a prince arriving at a castle to meet a princess. "In this scene she is drawn to this place almost like Cinderella." FYI Ben Solo is an actual Prince. You know the twisted Star Wars version.
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Then there is their first scene in Takodana. In the novelization this moment is more intense than the already intense movie scene. Kylo Ren recognizes that this is the girl that created a ripple in the force. He's fascinated with her. The standby stormtroopers actually are noted to having a reaction to his odd interaction with her. Despite the fact that he probably could've taken the information from her then, he bridal carries her out.
Having circled her, he moved even close peering into her face, her eyes
"It is you," he murmured.
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The interrogation scene - the moment the Reylo fandom was born. Does it bother me that she's strapped to a BDSM stand? No. It's actually very clear that she's a peer. He doesn't approach her like he did with Poe Dameron. He's kneeling down as he observes her. She's a powerful force user and he does respect her on that level. He also does want her to be comfortable hence taking his mask off and girl....
I know you were not expecting this fine ass man to be behind that mask.
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Believe me, I would've had all kinds of images in my head he would've picked up on.
He also checks her out physically. He's focused on the information he needs but overall he is attracted to her and very interested.
Rey surprised him but not being the simply girl she was in the forest. She is actually powerful in the force "untrained but stronger than she knows."
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"Don't be afraid. I feel it"
Reylos "Feel what exactly. The minds want to know."
It's also canon in this scene that their force bond starts in this moment. She actually learns how to get in his brain from him getting into here's.
Force bonds between masters and apprentices aren't new. It used for defense/offence and it makes it so skills are easy to translate to apprentices.
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Now their fight scene which was filled with sexual tension that everyone noted. It's still complex. Rey's instinct is to defend herself and Finn. She also just saw him murder someone. Ren is fleshing her out and testing her. It's like sparring. Where it's get's interesting is when they spiritually connect.
Daisy Ridley "Finding the force together"
Ren "You need a teacher. I can show you the ways of the force"
Many people read the moment as Rey finding the force on her own but it's actually the both of the moving through the force together. Kylo Ren actually finds a powerful ally/kinship with her and reaches out for that connection. Considering he rejects most of his connections this is actually a big deal. Is looking for a girlfriend? No, but he is looking for somebody.
Rey has such a conflicted view of him and an off kilter one.
Rey beating Ren is stupid. Even if he is injured, emotional damaged and surprised. It's stupid. It should've been a draw.
His stunned "Just Marry Me" face is also really great.
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It's a great start and a unique relationship especially in the Star Wars universe. It's ridiculous that adults who grew up on Han/Leia find romance something purely feminine now and so unlike Star Wars hahaha either way Reylos stay winning.
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lasthumaninwales · 5 months
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Second time cosplaying Käärijä, this time in London at MCM, with my beloved wife @alone-on-takodana as Magenta from Rocky Horror*.
Forgot to put my earrings in, but thanks to my aforementioned lovely wife, I now have The Boots.tm, so swings and roundabouts.
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*This makes perfect sense because Tommy Cash is the same kind of alien as Frank, Riff and Mags, so it's a shared universe
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corazondebeskar-reads · 5 months
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well it's love, make it hurt - chapter twelve
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well it's love, make it hurt series
twelve: the love we had but couldn't name
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dom!Din Djarin x sub!f!reader
Word Count: 5.1k
Summary: Mando follows up on his promise to take a day off.
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, BDSM, established relationship, dom/sub dynamics, dom!Din Djarin x sub!reader, soft dom Din in that he's tender and loving service dom but also, sadism, masochism, spanking, anal, anal plug, rough oral, oral (m receiving), vaginal impact play I guess, boot kink, unprotected p in v, feelings, angst, angst with a happy ending (eventually. not in this chapter), a hearty helping of plot, canon-typical violence, graphic violence, description of injury, no y/n
NOTE: on ao3, this is listed as "Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings." This is because selecting the warning/tagging it here properly would be a major spoiler for this chapter. If you need to know before you proceed, please message me privately. If it makes anyone feel better, this story will have a happy ending and is already completely written including an epilogue. I won't leave ya hanging.
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4 ABY - Spring
It doesn’t happen right away, but he keeps his promise to you in the forefront of his mind. You spend four days on Takodana. Four luxurious days hiking leisurely through the trees and basking in the lake. You venture into the city to get food but don’t linger, even if it’s a fascinating place.
The urge to run, to keep moving, to press forward trickles from your spine into the soil on the first morning. You had landed during the night, Mando slipping silently out of bed to handle it before stealing a few extra hours of rest, and you took your caf to sit on the top of the ramp and look out at the sunrise.
He finds you there, morning fog creeping into the hull, and shakes his head before leaving and coming back with the blanket from the bunk to wrap you in.
“Caf’s keeping me warm,” you say.
He rolls his eyes, helmet turned to the ceiling.
That night, you notice he doesn’t seem to have taken to the vacation quite as quickly as you have. Before bed, you convince him to roll his flightsuit down halfway and lay on his stomach. He doesn’t have a clue what you’re up to, which makes you a little sad. But even though he thought maybe something sex-related was happening, he doesn’t seem too disappointed when you press your thumbs into the calcified plates of his shoulder blades and push apart in firm, gentle crescents.
The moan he lets out when a knot releases makes you wet, anyway. You’re straddling him, perched on his ass, and interspersing the massage with soft kisses up his spine and down the column of his neck.
His skin grows hot, though from the blood rushing back or from your ministrations, you couldn’t say. Either way, he’s flushed all over when your hands have had enough, and the warmth spreads into you as you take in the lax sprawl of his body. For a moment, you lay on top of him, folding your arms over his shoulders to rest your head. He hums in contentment, and you think maybe he starts to fall asleep.
That won’t do. You had other plans.
You sit back up and swing your leg off him, sliding back onto the bunk against the wall. You grin when he whines.
“Roll over, baby,” you say.
“You’re bossy tonight,” he grumbles, but obeys.
You roll your eyes. “Just tryin’ to take care of you,” you murmur. Truthfully, the act of soothing his aching muscles has you feeling like you’re standing on the cliffside, ready to fall into subspace where you know he’ll catch you.
“Oh yeah?” he croons, raising his hand to cup your cheek. Of course he’s clocked your mood, now that he can see you. That’s okay. You don’t hide anything from him these days.
When he’s settled, arms folded behind his head to prop his helmet up, you climb back on top of him, facing away.
“Hey,” he whines, tugging at your arm, but you shake your head.
“Hang on, let me—”
He must hear something in your voice, because he releases your arm and watches as you tangle your fingers in the hem of your tunic and tug it off.
He doesn’t notice anything, at first. You’re jittery now, and take a deep breath to try and steady your flighty limbs. Bending at the waist, you lay yourself down the length of his legs.
You don’t have to wait this time. He sucks in a sharp breath and groans, his cock already hardening where it presses against your stomach.
He puts his hands on your hips to steady you before sitting partially up and scooting both of your bodies back so he can lean against the wall. His hands slide up to your ass and spread you, thumbs brushing the edge of the black gem at the base of the plug.
“Cyare,” his voice is rich, a dark hot chocolate on a snowy night. “When did you get this?”
“At the market this morning. You were busy trying to bargain with that meat vendor.”
He taps a finger against the gem, and you jolt a little, but he doesn’t let you escape. “My filthy girl.” His thumbs slide down to your cunt, where you’re already soaked. “Has this been driving you crazy all day?” He tugs a little on it, not enough to pull it out but enough to get your attention.
You moan and rock back toward him. “Couldn’t fucking think about anything else.”
“You’re so, so good to me, cyar’ika,” he purrs, reaching down to grab your collar before wrapping it around your neck. “What a pretty little present. I’m not sure what to do with you first.”
You move to sit, and he pushes you back down. “Hold still.” The order is followed by a sharp slap to your ass, right against the plug.
It whites out your brain for a second. “Oh, fuck,” you say, digging fingers into his calves.
His cock throbs against you, and you jerk your hips toward it, trying to move enough to grind against him.
“I said hold still,” he growls. He spanks you again and again until you’re trembling to obey, your whole body screaming for you to push back into his hand, to take and take and take whatever he’ll give you. But the need to be good for him wins out, as always, and you bite your cheek from the effort.
He rubs a soothing hand over your skin, the already raising welts burning in his path. “Good girl,” he murmurs, and the tension slips from your spine.
“What was your plan with this, cyare? Just going to tease me?”
“I was going to fuck you,” you say into his leg, dark hair tickling your lips. You press a wet kiss to it, flattening the strands.
“How were you going to fuck me?”
“Just like this. Was gonna take it out and sit on your cock.”
“Hmm,” he seems to consider it. “We can do that next. First, I want to try something else.”
You’re too far gone to roll your eyes at him, so you just nod where your cheek presses against him.
“Sit up,” he commands, and though you don’t want to leave your warm, comfortable spot, you listen.
He moves your pliant body to his whim and eases you onto his cock, the thick head pushing your cunt open without his fingers to have cleared the way. You cry out, but it doesn’t hurt, exactly. Well. It does, but it’s delicious.
You almost lose control of yourself when he pushes in a little further, and you can feel him pressing against the plug through the thin layer between your holes.
“Fuck,” he grunts. “Osik, cyare, you’re so fucking tight. Do you feel that?”
You can only answer in a strangled groan as he goes deeper, bottoming out in your cunt. The plug isn’t huge; it’s certainly smaller than him, but it feels much larger with how stuffed full you are.
Of course, it’s not enough. He needs more, needs to take more until he’s consumed you. With one hand on your hip, he brings the other up to your mouth, laughing when you open automatically.
As he shoves three fingers in, pushing deep until you gag a little, he thrusts up into you. “Good, sweet girl. So obedient. Such a well-trained slut.”
Your hand pats against his thigh, uncoordinated and frantic.
He admires the way your muscles are pulled taut, the way you strain and arch your back against the pleasure. “You want to cum?”
“Please,” is what he thinks you say around his fingers, saliva dribbling from your mouth and down your chest.
“Hmm.” He waits only a second for the desperate, cracked sound that tries to escape you. “Yes, sweetheart.”
He holds tight as you come apart on his cock, shaking and head lolling back. He pulls the fingers from your mouth to grasp around your side, fingers digging into your ribs to hold you up.
He fucks into you for a few more minutes, and decides he’s had enough playing around. He wants his gift. Keeping you fully seated, he reaches between you and tugs the plug, wiggling and turning it to ease it gently from you.
Whatever lube you used to put it in lingers, and the slick coating his cock ensures there’s no difficulty for you when he pulls out of your cunt and pushes into your ass. Once he’s fully buried within you, he sits still.
“Well? I thought you were going to ride me?”
You yelp as he slaps your ass again, but begin to lift up and fuck yourself open on his cock. He helps, rising to meet you and guiding you with hands clenched on your hips. They have little fingerprint bruises more often than not, but you love them. Love to look at them, prod at them to feel the sensual ache, and think of him.
“Oh fuck, that’s it. Keep that up, and I’m going to fill you,” he promises.
You don’t disappoint. (You never do; he’s not sure it’s even possible at this point, not with the way he’s taken with your every move).
He shoves his fingers back in your mouth right before he cums, not even needing to ask you to open your mouth since it’s hanging wide, panting desperately.
When he starts to cum, he wraps a hand around your throat, not squeezing but feeling the leather band of his collar underneath, and at his command, you ride out his orgasm with one of your own.
You don’t go hiking the next day, too sore and too occupied with getting him in your mouth. You miss the beautiful weather, but neither of you regrets the day wasted. Besides, you spend the whole next day exploring, swimming in the pool of a waterfall, and staying up late to look at the stars under the moonless sky.
Your last day on Takodana is bittersweet, but you’re prepared for the sting. It was never going to be anything else. This tiny corner of time and space carved out for the two of you. Leaving the peace isn’t the issue; you’re starting to get antsy anyway.
No, the issue is that you’ve caught a taste of something that isn’t yours to swallow, and it’s settled into your lungs. A reminder that it isn’t fit for your consumption. But even the burn is addictive, and you don’t think you’ll ever be able to resist. Not this. Not him.
Even so, when you pick back up with your next bounty, when you settle into the bunk of the Crest in the cold emptiness of hyperspace, it’s less suffocating than you’d expected, your body adapting to the weight and warmth of it.
He comes down from the cockpit while you’re still sipping your caf. “Got a message from my alor overnight,” he says, rifling around in the cabinet for a ration bar. “She’s asked that I come back for a week or so to help with some of the apprentices.”
You pull the blanket around your shoulders more, cupping the mug with both hands. It’s a chillier morning than usual. “Yeah?”
“Yeah, she—” he looks over at you and pauses. “Dank farrik, is the secondary heater down again?”
“Think so,” you say. “So—”
“We just replaced that. I knew that karking mechanic was no good,” he grumbles. “I’ll get it fixed while I’m there.”
You take another sip, sure that your palms only start to sweat from the heat of the drink. Of course, you had known he’d go back to the other Mandalorians, that his home was not this ship. But in the last year of working together, it had become yours.
He sits down at the table across from you. “I think she wants me to take an apprentice.”
“You’d be a good teacher.”
“I don’t know,” he tilts his head, and you can hear the smirk behind the helmet. “This isn’t really an appropriate place for a child.” He manages to make the leer come through the visor as he looks you slowly up and down.
You have nothing on but your collar under the blanket (a choice you have come to regret after leaving the warm bunk for the much colder hull). “Yes, I suppose you’d have to let me wear clothes sometimes.”
“Ah, I don’t think that’s a sacrifice I’m willing to make.”
You laugh, shaking your head. “So what’s your plan?”
“Well, we’re nearly to Faldos, so we may as well grab the last bounty. There’s a guild outpost on Nevarro we can drop them at.” He swipes your datapad from across the table and pulls up a map.
“You better not have closed my crossword,” you grumble into the mug.
He slides the pad back over with a section of map pulled up. “It’ll take us about a week to get over there. Taanab is fairly safe, no Imps, and only about a day from the Mandalore sector. Get you a room there for a couple of weeks, and then we can get back to work.”
“That sounds like a lot of credits, and both of us out of commission.”
“We can afford it,” he says.
You’re irritated that he’s brushing off your very valid financial concerns, but there’s a strain to his voice that you can’t ignore. A desperation.
“Yeah, maybe.” The tight smile you give him doesn’t reach your eyes; the creases pinched as your brain turns over the logistics. You stand and rinse your mug, rubbing his shoulder when you pass behind him. “Eat quick, or I’ll get started without you,” you murmur before heading back to the bunk.
“No, you won’t,” he calls after you.
You laugh, abandoning the blanket so he has to watch your bare body walk away.
The hunt on Faldos is quick. The bounty comes willingly, not fancying his odds at the end of two blasters. By the time Mando has him in carbonite, you had cleaned up and set the nav for Nevarro.
“Ever been?” he asks, buckling into the pilot’s seat as you strap into yours.
“Nah, never really spent much time over here,” you shrug. Truthfully, you hadn’t left Cantonica until you started traveling with Mando.
Ships were expensive, and though the desert was wretched, it was one of those places with a lot of local bounties for debtors without even entering Canto Bight. The targets couldn’t afford to escape the planet, so there was plenty of work that could be handled with a landspeeder.
When you are safely on the way, you unbuckle and climb out of the seat. He starts to stand up as well, but sinks back down when you settle on your knees at his feet. You’re still in the outfit you wore to hunt, and your collar is back in the bunk.
But you can’t wait. It’s twelve hours to Nevarro, and most of them will be spent sleeping. You place your hands on his knees and look up. He leans forward a little, head tilting in curiosity but as patient as ever, content to wait for you to make your move.
You make a show of looking up at him from beneath your lashes, running the tip of your tongue over your lips before speaking. “Please, sir—” you start, and flush.
He takes pity on you and cups a gloved hand around your cheek. “Need something, pretty girl? Go on. Tell me.”
“Please, can I suck your cock?” You struggle to stay looking at him, the urge to look down, away, anything to escape his intense focus.
“Aw, sweetheart. Of course you can.” He’s already reaching down to unclasp his trousers and give you access.
Hands on his thighs, you lean forward as soon as it’s free. He isn’t all the way hard yet, body still catching up to the rapid pace you were moving. It didn’t take long, as you nuzzle your face against it and press soft kisses around the base and his balls. Soon enough, precum smears on your cheek, and you pull back to lick the rest from his slit.
He groans as if he had sunk into a hot spring, loosening and settling into the seat. Usually, things move so fast and rough, but he’s perfectly happy to let you get your fill.
“Needy today, huh? Getting fucked this morning wasn’t enough?”
“No, sir.” You exhale the words before taking the swollen head of his cock into your mouth and moaning. The velvety weight on your tongue is one of your favorite sensations in the whole galaxy, accented by the salt and musk of him.
You swirl your tongue around the head, flicking over the slit and across the underside, and it draws a long moan and a twitch of his hips. You moan in response, taking more of him into you and sucking hard.
He nearly whines when you pull off with a pop, a string of saliva still connecting his cock and your lips, but you dive back in quickly with long, slow licks around his shaft. He buries a hand in your hair, not steering, but a solid reassurance of his presence.
You look up at him for a moment, tears in the corner of your eyes.
Later, he would realize you hadn’t even been choking on him yet. Later, he would recognize the ache of your supplication.
Closing your eyes tight, you nuzzle against him again and sucked his balls, rolling them with your tongue and burying your face in the space between. After a deep, shuddering breath, you shift and swallow down his cock.
He wanted to let you go slow, let you work your throat open for him, but his hips jerk, and you gag around the length of him. Instead of retreating, you dive after the struggle. After a few rapturous moments, you pull back, gasping.
“Please, please use me.”
He does so love it when you beg. “Use you? Use you how?”
Your whine is laced with frustration, a raw sound ripped from the very core of you. “Please, sir, please fuck my mouth. Use me to make you feel good.”
“Is that what you want, cyar’ika? You want to be a warm, wet hole for me?”
You let out a sob, squirming with the throb between your legs. In lieu of an answer, you stick your tongue out, mouth wide and welcoming.
He doesn’t tease you further. Can’t. Not with the way his mouth goes dry and his whole body pulses with need. He yanks you forward by your hair and shoves your face down on his cock, all the way to the bottom.
You gag immediately but don’t tap out, so he pulls back only a little before fucking his hips up into you. It’s loud and messy, with tears running freely from your eyes as you fight to keep up with the voracious pace he sets.
“That’s it, cyare. Maker, your mouth is perfect.”
You whine, throat convulsing around his thick length. The sound catches and morphs into a scream when he shifts his leg to catch your cunt on the tip of his boot.
It’s filthy, but you’re too far gone to think about it. Not when he chuckles darkly as you rub against it, not when he croons praise for letting him do whatever he likes to you.
“Take what you need, baby, but don’t cum.”
It doesn’t take long for you to stumble dangerously close to the edge. Your whole body is tense with the effort to hold back, but you’re still grinding helplessly on his boot. He holds you down on his cock, nose buried in the coarse curls at his base, and knows you’re about to lose your battle when your gag reflex has all but vanished.
He can barely hear the desperate sobs leaking from the split corners of your lips. He yanks your hair, pulling you completely off his cock at the same time he pulls the boot away.
You start bawling. A lifetime ago, when you first started indulging in your mutual darker desires, he was alarmed every time you cried like this. Now, it warmed him, knowing he had broken you, forced your body to accept the catharsis it so desperately needed. He held you up by your hair as you strained to get back to him.
He let you lower a little, where you could almost taste him. “You want it, cyar’ika?”
You sob harder, straining in his grasp.
“Keep your mouth open wide.” He eases himself between your soft lips, grinning at the way your muscles shake with the effort to obey. When he bumps the back of your throat, he slides the boot back, nestling it against your core.
“Suck,” he orders as your hips buck against the pressure. You latch onto him immediately, whimpering what he knew were pleas of gratitude.
“I’m going to count you down,” he warns. He’s close, so close, and needs you to scream in pleasure around his cock when he fills you.
“3… 2…” and on one, he flicks his ankle, kicking the tip of his boot against your cunt. You respond perfectly, just as he hoped, doubling over so his cock slips as deep as possible, your whole body jerking and shaking with your orgasm. The teasing had built you up high, but the shock and pain sent you crashing over the edge.
He holds you down until you’ve swallowed what you can through your broken cries, most of his cum pooling around his balls. You’ve calmed, somewhat, twitching through the aftershocks. He eases you off his cock, letting you slump your head against his thigh right beside the mess.
And then he kicks you again. Your scream, unmuffled, is gorgeous. The single tap is all it takes to knock another orgasm out of you, so he does it again. And again. And again.
He strokes your cheek, murmuring praise and encouragement as you let him toy with your body. When you settle after the last one, he moves his boot back, granting you a well-deserved rest. You look up at him, eyes red and swollen. He jerks his helmet down, and with enormous effort, you move your leaden body to the side so you can lap up the spilled cum.
“You’re incredible, you know,” he says, petting your hair while you licked him softly, “my perfect girl.” Your eyes slip closed, tongue moving out of reflex rather than any real effort to clean him.
“C’mon, let’s get to bed.” He tugs you up to your feet.
You sway on the spot, eyes still closed, and whine.
When you wake, the Crest is still and silent. You don’t remember getting into the bunk, but Mando had clearly stripped you down, cleaned you up, and tucked you in. His side of the bed is empty and long gone cold.
You sit up, savoring the pleasant ache through your body, until it all slips away when you finally wake enough to sort out your thoughts.
The ship is still.
Mando is gone.
You had landed on Nevarro.
You dressed quickly and slung your pack over your shoulders before finding Mando in the hull.
“I made caf, but it’s, uh, probably cold now,” he says, pulling you into his side with one arm while slipping knives into his armor with the other. “Sorry, it seemed like you needed the rest.”
“Thank you.” You let yourself lean against him for a moment before pulling away to wander to the galley. Your mug is full on the counter, but when you lift it for a sip, the smell makes your stomach sour. You set it back down and stared blankly into the milky swirls.
Meeting new guild leaders was always stressful. The stupid social games, the dance around discussions of compensation, the negotiations. Luckily, Mando seemed to have no problem with them. He ignored the niceties and gruffly insisted on what he was owed. His intimidating figure helped. But it doesn’t ease your anxiety.
Nevarro is hot and dry. The city where the guild is based is on a plain, set back from the lava flats. The two of you walk side by side into town under a great stone arch. When you enter the cantina, a protocol droid asks you to state your business.
“Move,” Mando tells it.
You huff and lean around him. “We’re here to deliver bounties.”
The droid leads you to a booth to meet one of the guildmaster’s assistants, who begins to look up your chain codes and process the bounties. You slide out of your seat after giving your information and tell Mando you’d be right back.
When you return, he’s wrapped up and hands you back your pouch, now heavier with your share of the credits. You follow him out of the cantina and back into the sun, stopping just outside the door.
He turns around. “Did you need something before we leave?”
Your whole body is cold, like the blood rushed out and left an empty shell. Your throat is tight, and you aren’t sure if you’re going to cry or vomit.
“Mando,” you start.
He tenses. “What’re you doing, cyar’ika?”
“Mando, I don’t want to go to Taanab.”
“Okay, that’s fine, we can pick somewhere—”
“I don’t want to sit in an inn and wait around. I don’t want to waste the money, and I don’t want to—I don’t want to be stuck, alone, and I know I can’t go with you; I’m not asking, I understand. But I, I can’t…” Your voice sticks in your throat; the only way you can stop the sob from bursting out with it.
He rests one hand against your face. You don’t move away, but you stop yourself from leaning into it.
“What are you saying? What can I do instead?”
He doesn’t understand, you realize. He hasn’t even considered the possibility, and it feels like your chest might crack open. You take a step back.
“Mando,” your voice shakes, and you have to take a breath. “I’m staying here. I talked to the guildmaster, this man called Karga. He has work for me, not hunting, but with operations. I’ll have a room and earn some credits. It won’t be a lot, but it’s better than what we—what I would lose at an inn.”
“No.”
“What?”
“No. You’re not staying here. It’s not safe.”
“I took care of myself just fine before.” Your face heats. Doesn’t he see how hard this is for you already? Why is he doing this?
“But you don’t have to, now. I take care of you, remember?”
“Mando—”
“No. This is ridiculous. You’re not staying here. Let’s go.”
You don’t move.
“Cyar’ika.” He puts his hands on his hips. “I’m not asking. Let’s go.”
You shake your head, jaw clenched, and look anywhere but him. “Stop. That’s not how things work out here.”
“Then I’ll carry you back.” He steps forward, deathly serious, but freezes. “You knew. Before you talked to him. You were never going to come with me.”
You can’t stop the traitorous tear that leaks out when you squeeze your eyes shut.
“Last night,” his voice breaks, and you cover your mouth to hold back a sob. “That was a goodbye, wasn’t it?”
“I’m sorry,” you cry. You’re still fighting for composure, shaking with the effort.
His hands fall to his sides. He steps to you, and you tense, ready to hold your ground, but all he does is put his hands on your shoulders and lean in, helmet pressed against your forehead.
He has to try a few times to speak. You’re close enough to hear the sharp, aborted breaths under his helmet. He settles on, “Can I come back for you?”
“I don’t want to get in the way of your duty to your people, Mando. If your alor wants you to take an apprentice, I don’t want to be the thing that stops you. You can’t ask that of me.”
“I’m not—” he takes a breath. “I’m not. I’m making that choice, not asking you to.”
“But you’re asking me to live with the guilt.”
“I’m not, cyar’ika; I’m not ready for an apprentice. I don’t want one. I can’t think of anything I want less right now than to be responsible for a child.”
“You’d be good at it. I meant that. You’d be a good teacher. A good father.”
“Someday,” he whispers. “But what’s the point if I don’t have you with me?”
You sob. It cuts deep, hurts you in a way he didn’t mean it to. There has been no talk of a future, no talk of anything beyond having fun and enjoying each other, basking in carefree companionship and pleasure without the pressure of a plan. And you know, you’ve always known, there was no place for you in his life. When it was time to set down the mantle of beroya and let the youth step in, when it was time to fulfill his duty to the tribe to foster the next generation, there was no room for an outsider.
You don’t say anything. For a moment, the grief hangs between you, a life just out of your grasp. A home. His child at your breast. Knowing the softness of his eyes and curve of his lips.
He sees you falling apart. And he knows it’ll be the worst thing he’s ever done, but he has to walk away. You’ll resent him forever if he takes this choice away from you. He pulls you against him, rubbing your back as you sob into the nape of his neck.
When he steps back, he keeps his hands on your shoulders. “I’ll come back for you.”
“You can’t promise me that.”
“Wait for me. I’ll come back for you. Promise.”
“Okay,” you whisper. “I’ll wait for you.”
It’s two weeks later when a bounty hunter slides into your booth. You know it’s too soon, but every time the cantina door opens, you hope it’s him.
As you’re counting out payment, the man leans over the table. “Didja hear?” he says in a low voice.
“Hear what?” You barely pay attention. Bounty hunting is lonely, and almost every single person who sits down wants to talk.
“About the Imps,” he says.
That catches your attention. “They’re gone.”
“Nah, not completely. There are remnants, pockets of them, scattered out there. Apparently, some warlord with a grudge gathered enough reinforcements for an attack.”
“Nearby?” This is the first time you’ve felt afraid here. Creeps and scumbags don’t phase you; the Empire is different.
“Nah, way out, but get this. They’re saying there’s nothing left on Mandalore but ash.”
note: I am hella anxious about this chapter given the haps so if you enjoyed it or feel inclined in any way to yell at me/cry with me/etc please do.
*title from "It Doesn't Feel a Thing LIke Falling" by Taking Back Sunday
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