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my-head-is-an-animal · 6 months

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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?

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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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enaelyork · 10 months

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Dance scene wip [Orson Krennic/ Tarkin Daughter]

(Okay last post. My week end be so productive but i'm come back to work tomorrow and i have a big big allergic crisis actually. I'm feel a little anxious too so i try to forget it by writing)

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

Promp: During her sister's wedding, Vicky Tarkin loses her footing and plunges into deep disarray when she discovers that her sister is not marrying the one she loves. Krennic pushes her to her limits.

Orson Krennic POV

Orson Krennic

I had to do something. I couldn't stand there, watching her stare into space as her world was falling apart. It was as if she was dragging mine down to destruction and I couldn't allow her to mess me up like this.

—Dance with me.

She stared at me with her red lips parted, like those bug-gobbling creatures and even that way she was to die for. As silly as she looked, she remained so magnificent that there was not a treasure in this galaxy that could match her.

— Hurry up. I will change my mind and the list goes on.

— Bastard.

She still took my hand and allowed herself to embark on the icy marble of the ball. I placed my hands on her waist as gently as I could and let her hug me, resting her arms on my shoulders as if I was the only bulwark keeping her from collapsing. Her perfume no longer masked the smell of despair, but she still intoxicated me.

I was officially a lost cause.

— Talk to me. I dictated this invitation to her as an order, forcing her to move away from me to look at me with a surprised look. Her mouth was a constant call to crime and I had to find something to occupy my mind before ending this little party sooner than expected.

— These flowers. These are the same as the ones on your pin. Tell me about them. Why do you wear them all the time?

You couldn't miss them, her hair gathered in a bun was strewn with them. They were dispersed in the gold of her hair and the gold of her ribbon set with stones. She blinked, surprised that I noticed this detail in her suit.

— It is not I who carry them, but they who follow me. She pauses, painfully swallows her saliva as if it were a test to tell me what happened next.

—It was my grandmother's favorite flower. That was all. I learned with her how to grow it, it was in front of them that I cried when no one was listening to me, it was while picking it that I thanked her for having always been there for me. And it's also because of them that I'm telling you all this when you don't care.

— It's wrong. Why do you say they follow you ?

—Because it' s. They grow everywhere I go. Wherever I stay. They always end up sprouting.

— Where do the seeds come from?

— Bonadan.

I nearly choked on my saliva.

—You grew flowers on Bonadan?

She hesitates, aware that she has just told me much more than her reason dictated.

—I created an irrigation system that allows me to do this. Yes. I found a consistent way to fertilize the soil on a specific area of the planet.

I giggle nervously. She guesses that I am far from mocking her. Thats genius and that I'm far too proud and arrogant to tell her. Yet she seems hanging on my lips waiting for something like this to come out.

Herhands had slipped down my uniform and I hoped no one had seen the way we were touching. Part of me yearned for it though, as if to provoke the entire Tarkin family into their own turf. I guessed Eléanore's electric gaze above her tender little sister's shoulders and I was convinced that the only thing preventing her from intervening was that she would then have had to justify that she was hanging around the neck of the Grand-Admiral Thrawn instead of being at her husband's on her own wedding day.

—I will never get married.

—How arrogant you are. I spit caught off guard. And why is this idea popping into your head when you are just attending your sister's wedding ?

—Because it's all wrong. Everything is fucking fake. Them, her, everything. Have you seen her? Did you see the way she dragged herself down the aisle, the way he looked at her? Eh ?

— Everything is false. Baby Tarkin. Not just what's going on here, but the world around us. We too are vulgar counterfeits.

Exactly. Said her sparkling eyes. Her gaze was devouring me and I wanted to engulf her in mine.

—Is that why you never got married, Orson? That's why... Huh? You prefer the ephemeral because nothing has corresponded to what you dreamed of.

Exactly.

That was what she could read in me in the look she caught before I turned away from her. It was awful, but she had just exposed me with just a few words and a searing look. And she knew it. And she loved it. Her arms came around my neck again and it was just us on that trail. No one else mattered, the whole space could collapse, we stood here staring at each other like two predators waiting for the other to come charging. Two predators who wanted the other to jump at their throat.

—You're going to have to let me go. She had blown those words against my ear like a delicious breeze.

— Why ?

— Because if I stay here, I'm going to ask you to take me away from here and treat me like them." Exactly the same way.

#director orson krennic #orson krennic x reader #orson krennic #director daddy #director krennic fanfic #director krennic x reader #director krennic #krennicishot #krennic x reader #ben mendelsohn #star wars

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gordopickett · 11 days

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WIP Title Ask Meme

Prompt: Make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have WIPs (or however many ppl you want, as I did).

Tagged by @benwvatt

Tagging @castalyne @sparkleplatypuswriter @allatariel @onekisstotakewithme @lacontroller1991 @violetmuses @katesofheaven & anyone else who wants to play!

Feel free to ask about as many WIPs as you like! 😊💙

Spiral

Missed the Mark

Confined

Cabin in the Woods

Beautiful Loser

Welcome Home Weight

Wayward Son

Getting it Together

The Scale

Cracks

Wonderland

Crash Forward

And If It's Not Okay…

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kahootqueen69 · 10 months

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I'M GOOD RIGHT HERE

Geoffrey Lammark x Gavin | 1k | G

The cushion dips slowly as Gavin gingerly sits down next to him, and a warm press of lips touches his temple. He burrows into the feeling, the afterglow of when the lips are gone, into the soft material of his husband’s cardigan. Sometimes, he still feels cold. After surviving a gunshot to the chest and getting released from hospital, Geoffrey's feeling a bit restless.

TAGS: Post-Canon Fix-It, Gunshot Wounds, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Slice of Life, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Domestic Fluff, Cuddling & Snuggling, Hot Chocolate, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence

#to catch a killer #geoffrey lammark #gavin #geoffrey lammark x gavin #ben mendelsohn #fanfic #fic rec #stuff i write #help i have no idea how to tag this and i hate tagging actors but yknow. there's literally 2 writers for this and one of them is me so 💀#i feel so awkward posting this lmao but fuck it #most niche thing i've ever posted for: ✔️

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spawint · 2 years

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Rogue legacy mist form

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Rogue One: A Star Wars Story hits theaters on December 16. Rogue One: A Star Wars Story has every piece in place to make Darth Vader scary again. It is going to be at a time that bumps up right against the original Star Wars trilogy. Now, we are getting one last chance at a true-to-form, live-action Darth Vader.

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Even though that is an animated show on a children's TV network, it was some solid Vader action. They already brought back Darth Vader in Star Wars Rebels with James Earl Jones even returning to voice the character. Anything shy of making Anakin Skywalker a terrifying force of the Dark Side again would be disappointing.ĭisney and Lucasfilm have already made it very clear that they understand some things from the prequels need to be corrected. Rogue One: A Star Wars Story has now all but officially promised us that Darth Vader. Anyone who remembers the real Darth Vader knows that if anyone does anything to make him walk with that kind of purpose, it is about to go down in a "Force choke, cut off my own son's hand" kind of way. Many of us who have been wanting to reconcile this problem perked up at the idea that Darth Vader would be appearing in Rogue One and yesterday, in just a couple of seconds, our hopes soared. It is awesome and most importantly, it is kind of scary. An Assassins Legacy Chapter 1, a naruto fanfic. Most of the time, Vader walks at something of a casual pace, but in this brief moment, he is in a big, intense hurry. Now alone, on the run, and wielding the sword of the Demon of the Mist, Naruto tries to rebuild his. In the shot, we see the famed Sith Lord stepping toward Director Orson Krennic ( Ben Mendelsohn) from out of a mist, very purposefully. It may not have been much, but one shot in this new trailer should give Star Wars fans every bit of hope that Darth Vader will once again be the villain we all know, love, fear and remember. Yesterday, Disney and Lucasfilm dropped the final trailer for Rogue One: A Star Wars Story, which has been viewed nearly 8 million times on Star Wars' official YouTube channel alone.

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So the real question is, can that movie make Darth Vader scary again? There is hope for redemption though, because we are getting some real deal Darth Vader in the upcoming Rogue One: A Star Wars Story. The distinguishment must be made in regards to the original trilogy, because as any Star Wars fan will know, the prequels definitely demystified the dark, brooding, menacing evil that was Darth Vader. There are quite a few iconic villains in the history of cinema, but to this day none can rival that of Darth Vader from the original Star Wars trilogy.

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muffinwalloper · 2 years

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Mendelchett Teacher AU: He comes to visit her in her private atelier and she shows him how to paint.

He found himself unable to look away as she shook her blonde strands out of her eyes, her fingers leading his hand holding the brush across the canvas. Her movements were so soft yet precise. It was truly entrancing.

"Now you got it", she said and looked up at him. He had to swallow against his suddenly dry throat. She had that look in her eyes again. That look that made him weak in the knees.

She was his colleague, his friend and yet her intentions towards him had been crystal clear in the past weeks. The 'accidental' brush of her hand against his, her always standing a little too close to him, so he could smell her shampoo. And of course, that look.

His gaze dropped to her mouth on its own accord.

"I should go", he murmured even though he could feel himself moving closer to her. She tilted her head to the left with a playful smile.

"Do you want to go?"

Damn, he was fucked.

#ben mendelsohn x cate blanchett #mendelchett #teacher au #fanfic #fanfic bit #i ship them #art by me #aesthetic #art teacher #maths teacher #colleagues in love #idiots in love

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sagitariusrising · 3 years

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Occupies the real estate in my head. Again, rent-free and again, no worries from me as I continue to enjoy it.

#ben mendelsohn #love those who ship what you ship #reblog #orson krennic #rogue one #lives rent free in my head #star wars #fanfic of my own #modern Krennic AU #I write for myself and a select few #seriously you know who you are and i love you for it

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smolbeandrabbles · 4 years

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Baby It’s Cold Outside - Captain Emmett Dutton x Reader (Australia)

🌨❄ !This marks my final Holiday Fic for 2019! ❄🌨

GIF Credit: X

Author’s Note: And the Christmas Classics keep rolling in. Although this is definitely more on the ‘Winter’ theme.

It’s also reversed from the version that we all know and love 😘😉

But I’m not averse from giving you two versions of it! Reversed Brett Eldredge & Meghan Trainor

💜 @mandy23b @mfolcore 💙

Disclaimer: Australia characters not mine / lyrics not mine / The usual!

Premise: It’s a cold snap in your area, the coldest winter ever recorded - and you think that the last thing Emmett should do is return home. Far from it! He’ll be much safer inside with you, but how to persuade him...?

Words: 1486

Warnings: Drinking

______ I really can't stay (Baby it's cold outside) I gotta go away (Baby it's cold outside) This evening has been (Been hoping that you'd drop in) So very nice (I'll hold your hands they're just like ice) So really I'd better scurry (Beautiful please don't hurry) Well maybe just a half a drink more (Put some records on while I pour)

The neighbors might think (Baby it's bad out there) Say what's in this drink? (No cabs to be had out there) I wish I knew how (Your eyes are like starlight now) To break this spell (I'll take your hat, your hair looks swell) I ought to say no, no, no sir (Mind if move in closer?) At least I'm gonna say that I tried (What's the sense of hurtin' my pride?) I really can't stay (Baby don't hold out) Baby it's cold outside I simply must go (Baby it's cold outside) The answer is no, no, no (But baby it's cold outside) The welcome has been (How lucky that you dropped in) So nice and warm (Look out the window at that storm) You've really been grand, (I feel when I touch your hand) But don't you see? (How can you do this thing to me?) There's bound to be talk tomorrow (Think of my life long sorrow!) At least there will be plenty implied (If you caught pneumonia and died!) I really can't stay (Get over that old out) Baby it's cold outside ---

Emmett Dutton had been trying to get you to desist for goodness knows how long, and he thought this time you might actually let him make it to the door; “Y/N! It’s not like it’s snowing!” “Yes, but look at it!! It’s bitter-!” “I have to get back-!” “You don’t have to do anything-! Stay-!” He sighed gently, “Y/N! I should go...” This little persuasion of yours had been going on for about an hour - and so far had worked like a charm. Because if there was one thing you knew, it was this: Captain Emmett Dutton couldn’t resist you. Proper though he may have been, which is exactly why he wanted to leave now, there was something about you that made bending that strong will of his worth it. On occasion.

Clearly he didn’t think the coldest temperatures on record in your area were a valid reason to stay with you and not head back to barracks. You thought that was stupid - what if something happened to him in the cold and dark-!? And anything could; who would know!? Who would be around?!

In your opinion, it was much safer for him here. And that wasn’t just a tease, or you being selfish with his time, it was a genuine fear. God forbid you let him go and never see him again. “I have a coat and jacket, I’ll be fine!” You pinned yourself to the door in front of him, and he hesitated with shrugging it on; “Y/N...” “One more drink...” “I’ve already had one more one more drink. I think that I should-” Emmett stopped short, looking into your big round innocent eyes, and sighed. Hanging it back up; “Fine... one more drink...” Truth is he didn’t want to leave you alone on a cold dark night either. But he knew the correct thing to do was depart; he didn’t want more people talking than necessary. And Emmett knew your little town. They may not be as bad as Darwin, but they were still bad. And they would certainly talk back at base if he didn’t check back in tonight. He had the advantage of rank to stop the chatter though, you did not. “Put a record on, darling...” You kissed his cheek gently, and swept through into the kitchen. He sighed gently, eyes following you. “Any preference?” “No - Baby – Captain’s choice.” He chuckled at that and drew his finger carefully along your collection, muttering titles until he found one you would both enjoy.

“Good choice!” Your approval was called from where you were standing as you waltzed back over to him, glasses in hand. The dress you were wearing moved gracefully with you, and he couldn’t help beaming. You always dressed up for him, even though you didn’t need to. He knew you would look perfect in anything... but he sure appreciated it when you did. Emmett took one from you, with a smile of appreciation. “Thank you...” “You’re very welcome...” You glanced back at the window, “Emmett... you can’t really want to go out when it’s so cold?” He shook his head, watching you, were you really about to do this all night?; “It’s not that far-!” “By truck or car maybe! But you’ll be walking! That’s so dangerous! Anything could happen.” He laughed “Let me clarify that this will be for my safety, rather than you just wanting me to stay.” You couldn’t keep your face straight; “Of course!” “Y/N... I’m serious this time. When I finish this drink, I must go.” “Is my company so bad?” Emmett looked hurt that you would pretend to be hurt; “No. I adore your company darling, and you know that... but this is not proper of either of us.” You sighed “What if you get lost?” He almost choked on his sip that you would entertain that; “I know my way back!” “In the dark-!? Alone-!?” “Do you have such little faith!?” “No I must simply try everything—!” He allowed you to wind your arms around him, “What about frostbite-!? Hypothermia-!?” “Y/N... Darling... I don’t think it’s quite cold enough for anything that bad to set in...” “I’d still feel terrible if you got sick!” “It shouldn’t be too bad.” “Oh no... Emmett...” You shook your head, as he wound an arm gently around you also; “You simply must stay, I will not allow you out in such weather!”

*** But he stayed through another two or three drinks, and by then it was (very) early morning. And Emmett decided to sip them slow if for no other reason than making sure he wasn’t too tipsy when he would need to walk home. God forbid any of your fears be realised. But then he was once again taking you gently but firmly by the shoulders and telling you he had to go; “Your neighbours will talk!” “Yes, and when have you been averse to talk!?” “What would your family say!? Y/N... My dearest, I will not allow your reputation to be tarnished by my staying with you...” “I don’t care!” You protested, taking his hands in yours again “Well I do. And that should matter just as much.” “It does... Emmett, but... I care just as much about your wellbeing...” “I know...” the Captain hushed you with a soft trail of kisses; your forehead, your nose, your lips. “...But I really must get on. I will be in just as much trouble - and that’s no good for either of us...” You sighed gently, knowing exactly what that meant – probably that he wouldn’t be allowed out to see you again for a little while; “You think they would make the exception! And surly as a Captain.” “You do not think I’ve thought of every plausible scenario? My darling, it simply will not work...”

He removed his hands from yours, but you tipped your head getting ideas of your own. That means somewhere in his head he’d considered it - and Emmett had already stayed this long that you felt there would be no one around to even know he hadn’t left. Save, possibly having to sneak out in the morning... but then you weren’t sure you wanted that for him either. But you wanted your Captain to stay, you were too lonely without him as it was. What was one night? He was the absolute shining example of good behaviour; you didn’t see how this could even be a black mark for him. But he was a good man. A gentleman. And he wouldn’t want it to be a threat as much as you didn’t want him to have them. And Emmett had made up his mind about how this was also good for you, so, it was now completely out of the question.

“Darling. I love you... I do... truly...” He kissed you again, hoping that perhaps he could kiss away the disappointment on your face; “but I must be off... and you must try to get some rest too...” he headed back to the front door. You very slowly in tow, trying and failing to show some mercy on him for needing to leave. Whilst also desperately clinging to the hope that something could make him stay.

Jacket on and smoothing his hair back to also replace his officers’ hat - he still took his sweet time. Emmett was fighting with himself enough for you to realise that both halves of him were fighting for you. And then it clicked. He reached for the door, and you took a few steps forward, the voice you used perhaps a little louder than you anticipated in the urgency to spill the idea from your lips; “Well if you won’t stay for any of those reasons... stay for me!” He stopped and turned back to you. That was your very last-ditch effort. Standing there looking more than just a little upset. Eyes pleading with him.

Emmett turned around, and your heart sank for just a minute, you thought he would say ’No’, try to explain himself again, and leave before he could think on it any longer. But something else happened. Instead he relaxed his hands, bowing his head to the door as if asking it to forgive him and exhaled, pulling his jacket back down his arms. He twisted slowly back to you - replacing his things on the coat stand, his eyes didn’t quite find yours at first, a little guilty. Then he gave a shrug, and a tender smile - raising his eyes back to you; “Well... They can’t tell me I didn’t try...” You laughed - and if tears did indeed spill they were of joy - and you surged forward, sprinting the short corridor to run into his arms. You caught Emmett in a tight embrace.

Good. At least you could make sure he was safe and warm here...

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leightoningstrike · 5 years

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Blessed Krennic Image from @vociferrari

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These were like 24 hrs apart

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sagaballero · 5 years

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“Bookie, nabab, polite capo mafioso, presbyterian minister, lethal weapon, cold-blooded reptile, creepy lover, deep year-round tan”. Orson Krennic is all of these in noirFic Candyleg by @5-cents !

#the killing of a chinese bookie #inspiration #playground #fanficworld #reylo fanfic #orson krennic #ben mendelsohn #starwars characters #I'm not a reyloartist #but I'm having fun to the hilt doing it !

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anundyingfidelity · 9 months

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NOT MEANT TO BE — Talos x female!reader

Summary: Talos survived to Gravik's attack. Now you are taking care of him after he inexplicably left you years ago.

Word count: 1.9k.

Warnings: hints to sex and infidelity, spoilers of Secret Invasion?, fixing Talos death in Secret Invasion fic (that is not canon, I am against it). The usual spoilers of Secret Invasion but I bet everyone forgot about it now. Forbidden love. Angst but also fluff.

Notes: so I feel this is very late and we're only 3 Talos stans, anyway I need some domestic Talos in my life, but most important I need to fix this character because he deserves the world. *sobs*. Shout out to the anon who requested this.

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I'm also sorry if this is boring and forgive me for any errors as my main language is not English.

GEN MASTERLIST!

i. In which you wake up

In silence, you sat down in the dark, hospital-like room. Two days passed and he was still sleeping, unconscious. Nothing more you wished but seeing his eyes again. His real eyes.

How? It didn't matter how, either in his real skin or his human disguise, you missed him and he was once everything for you. And that never changed. A book was lying on your lap but your attention was focused on other things. On him and the memories you were trying so hard to forget, until you realized that would not happen. His memory was strong in your head.

You wished somehow your paths would cross one more time, to give yourselves a chance again. However, this wasn't how you wanted it to happen.

Years before, Fury presented both of you for a mission. You started with SHIELD at a very young age, so this was a huge step in your career inside the organization. But it was also the downfall of your heart.

Talos and you spent more than a year together in Europe, him in his human skin most of the time as it was required. And you fell for him - hard. The thoughts of your last night together in that hotel room were vividly in your head... it was perfect. His touch, his words, his warmth, his lovely words... Until you woke up to an empty spot on the bed, with a small note on the boudoir saying:

"I'm sorry, I have to go."

And that was it.

Until Fury called you, inexplicably, and you didn't have a heart to say no to this situation. So Talos was sleeping on the bed of this room, with you taking care of him until he would be awake again. A sigh left your lips, wishing he would finally open his eyes and you'd be able to see him, and talk to him, to feel him. With a sigh, you went back to the book you had, looking over his serene figure sleeping on the bed by your side. Hopefuly he was going to wake up soon.

It was about half an hour later than you forgot about your book and observed how he slowly blinked, trying to get used to the dim light in the room. He was back, just a little. Weak, but it was something. He started to move his hands slowly, looking around the place and feeling strange.

"G'iah..." he whispered with a raspy voice.

"She's okay," you soothed, lacing your hand with his own, carresing his real skin in a tight grip. "She's fine, you need to rest."

Your name comes out of his dry lips and it was hurting you. Quickly you took a glass of water from the nightstand and pour small sips on his lips while you helped Talos to sit down on your mattress.

After a moment of realization of where he was and what had happened, he looked at you as if a ghost appeared in front of his eyes. Your hand cupped softly his cheek and he leaned into your warm touch.

"Rest, we'll talk later."

"How many time..." he whispered, but couldn't finish the question.

"Just a couple of days. Rest, you need it, G'iah is fine," you assured him, taking again his hand between yours.

"Fury?"

"He's doing fine too, don't worry about that old man," you smiled sweetly. "Fury called me, he brought you here."

"Where?" Talos breathed, you squeezed his hand softly, afraid of what would happen next.

"My home."

ii. In which you confront

You were not ready for this, but you accepted to take care of the former general skrull during his recovery. It was a hard thing to do, considering your history together and the fact that somehow you never got over him. Even if you forced yourself to do so.

It wasn't an easy task to do. G'iah somehow sent you a serum to inject his father as he came unconscious to your place. He was healing at a slow pace, but he was looking better now that he was up having a small dinner in your dinning room.

"So a super-skrull, huh?"

"That's what she is now, at least as far as I know."

Talos nodded completely focused on the food on his plate, he was really hungry. Poor thing, a lot of things were happening in his life. "This might be a bit shocking or weird for you..."

He shook his head, looking at you with his big purple eyes. "Not as much as I thought," he said while he took a bite. "Y'know, things are crazy after the Blip... And being honest, I thought I'd be dead by now."

You tried to chuckle, but brushed it off. He was still here. Alive. With you.

"Your daughter is so brave. She really saved you, Talos."

He breathed, you were sure he didn't know he was holding all that air inside his lungs.

"I really don't know what to say to that. She's gone again. Feels like I never had her back."

"Hey, I will contact her."

"I'd love that, but first, could we talk?" Talos locked his eyes with yours for the first time that day.

"About what?"

"About what does this mean," he whispered.

"You're the one who left and years later I am here taking care of you, and now you're questioning me?" it was more an affirmation than a question. "Incredible. You should sleep now."

"I'm not- Listen, I'm not trying to make you say something. I know I'm the one who has to apologize," Talos stuttered with his words, he looked and felt guilty.

But you also did feel that same way for years.

He was with you during your long mission, pretending something was happening between you and him, but he was still married in the end. Talos had a wife and a daughter, and for some time you ignored the reality. His reality. And you knew you were selfish, hurting someone you didn't even meet before just to feel loved and safe once in your life. However this was a game for two. And Talos never pushed back, he wanted it as much as you did.

Maybe the guilt suddenly appeared. Maybe it was Fury calling for him because of an emergency. Anything. After he left, you received a message stating the work was done. So you went back to your reality. Talos was still the general when you messed up, and he was looking for a new planet to call home so nothing was guaranteed. He would never give up his family or his people for a human like you. But in the end, you accepted his words. Because they were true to you. And he was all you had right now.

"I want to say sorry too," you mumbled. "We did bad things and they were not right."

Talos accepted your apology in silence. He knew too well what both of you did. Soreen eventually found out, but that was another story. Still, he loved her until her last day. He would love her forever. But she was long gone now.

"Maybe we should start again," he suggested after a moment of silence.

"Maybe."

iii. In which you start again

Seven days passed after Talos woke up at your place and he was basically healed by now.

The wound on his chest was almost gone and you were glad he decided to take a break before speaking to Fury once again and running behind him.

Talos started to get his human form again, with the face of the former boss of Fury. You liked him both ways, in his own skin or not. He was still as beautiful and kind as you remembered.

Though the routine was the same every day, you felt peace beside Talos, something you were missing in your life. His presence did make you feel better. So here you were, head on his shoulder while he read a book, both of you sitting on the couch of your quiet living room after dinner.

His voice soothed you, and for the first time in years you felt at home. Talos was reading a very old book of fairytales that he found fascinating for some reason. It was nice to see him enjoy something as mundane as a human book. But then, meanwhile his deep and soft voice read the words on the pages, you remembered that this was not going to last forever. It was already a problem that you wished it would continue.

Talos was going to leave someday, encouraged to find the home the skrulls missed and you will have to move on one more time.

"What's on your mind?" Talos voice interrupted your thoughts.

"Nothing."

"I just finished this chapter and you said nothing."

You chuckled. He was waiting for your comment or random fact that came out of nowhere.

"Sorry... I guess I'm sleepy right now."

Sitting properly on the couch you still remained by his side, he was warm and for some reason, he remained in his human disguise since a couple of days ago. You knew his face was another person you never met, but you couldn't stop yourself from admiring him when you were this close. You were so close you could kiss him.

"Your eyes are so blue," you mumbled. "I like them."

His lips curved on a smile and his puppy eyes were shining in the dim light, looking directly at you. "Maybe I should stay like this forever," he joked, referring to his human form.

"Whatever you prefer is fine for me. I wish you could stay with me though..."

His gaze fell down to the book on his lap. You knew that was not going to happen, but how you longed it after everything you shared. Kisses, personal secrets, lonely nights where your bodies gave to each other, even your sins...

"You don't have to answer that," you added.

"I wish that too," Talos said, locking your eyes with his own one more time. "You know I would... but-"

"What?"

"I have to help my people," he looked guilty.

"I know, Talos. I know that. And it's okay," in reality it wasn't. But you had to trick yourself to believe it in some way.

He mumbled a soft 'thank you' and kissed your forehead sweetly, embracing a strong arm around you and you allowed yourself to feel safe and sound after so many years. Words were not needed. You both knew what was going on, but he had to leave someday and just the thought of him running away again was hurting you.

Talos kissed the top of your head, inhaling your scent, and you remained like that for some minutes until he broke the silence.

"I love you."

"I know."

You pulled away from his embrace and pecked his lips softly, cupping his cheek with your hand. He had a silly smile as you kissed him.

"I love you too," you said after kissing him one last time. At least for the night.

"Let's get you to bed," he pecked your cheek and grabbed your hand heading his way to your bedroom. You chuckled following his steps knowing what he meant with his words.

If he was going to leave someday, then it was better to enjoy every minute together.

#talos x female reader #talos x reader #talos #mcu talos #secret invasion #marvel imagines #marvel imagine #marvel x reader #marvel x female reader #talos x you #ben mendelsohn #talos imagines #talos imagine #ben mendelsohn fanfic #marvel fanfic

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my-head-is-an-animal · 6 months

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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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Nébuleuse [O.Krennic X F!Oc-Tarkin Daughter] [PART 1]

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— One day someone will set your heart on fire, Orson. It will bleed you as you bleed all of us and I hope that person revels in it as much as you rejoice in our sorrows.

Lyra Erso

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🌔 INTRODUCTION

I wasn't there out of desire.

In truth, it was like that every time my father intervened in my life. As if he took a malicious pleasure in destroying the least of my plans, trying to keep me close like the ultimate card in his loaded game.

Or his prisoner.

Ever since I was able to walk, he has held me this way: by the arm, like an inmate being taken to prison. My prison is him, it's them, it's this whole family. And that's how I appeared that night, in this prestigious imperial palace, next to him and his powerful smell of cologne.

The bow that these officers pay him is indifferent to me. I know that father is a hero in their eyes, that he has been through things that he refuses to talk about but which constantly pushes him to adopt a protective attitude towards me. Sometimes I envy my two older sisters who seem to me much more free than me, then I remember that in their eyes, this almost violent attitude that he addresses to me testifies to the affection he has for me.

I decline the glass of alcohol offered to me, I can barely thank the waiter that my father is already leading me to the other end of the room, the black lace veils of my flying dress leaving behind me a cloud dark fog. I did not skimp on my outfit because it was an order: I am a Tarkin and therefore I am not allowed to leave things to chance.

However, I can't hide the pain that etches my features. My hair pulled back in a silver and pearl headband even highlights my dismay. I didn't want to be here and besides I have nothing to hold on to for some comfort.

Because it disappeared.

No matter how much I returned to my room, questioning my sister Alissandre, visibly exasperated by my terror, she remained nowhere to be found. Disappeared. Nothing can disappear from a drawer, from a bedside table, in one of the most secure houses in the empire. Her absence leaves my heart gaping literally and figuratively because this object was all I had left of her, her memory, the testimony of an ounce of humanity in our family.

But here I am, without it.

Lost.

A familiar face appears to me in the crowd. Cold, ruthless. My sister Eléanore stands by her boss and gives him a monotonous discussion, sometimes shaking her head in apprehension. She glances over at me and gives me a discreet wave to let me know she's seen me. This is the signal. The moment I choose to ask my father for permission to temporarily leave his control to join Ellie, to chat with my eldest who hasn't seen me for months.

—You look pretty, Vicky.

It's her way of greeting me. Affection is not part of our vocabulary and when we happen to feel a little of it, we order ourselves to contain ourselves.

—Did you denounced me?

Eleanor raises an eyebrow, her entire body completely oblivious to my accusation. My sister had, over the years, acquired the ability to conceal most of her emotions or to feign them excessively. It all depended on the situation she was in.

— You don't think I'd make it easy for Father, anyway?

My cheeks are hollow, compressing my anger that she does not deserve. I was wrong to accuse Ellie and I knew it. Although her position at the ISB allowed her to know what I was up to in my spare time, she could never have spilled the beans. Because if anyone in this empire had enough guts to thwart father's authority, it was her. Her Tarkin blood absolved her of all wrongdoing, but she didn't have enough of it to deserve any respect. An explosive cocktail that made her formidable. Although at first glance, she seems rather similar to the black lamb of the flock: starving, marked by countless tattoos that cover her arms and legs, but despite everything sublime with her steely gaze and her chestnut hair. Rid of my resentment, I realize how much her cheeks have sunk over the months, how her eyes are surrounded by dark circles.

Good God, what does the ISB do with her?

—Hard day ? She raises an eyebrow, amused by the fact that I speak to her as if we had seen each other the day before. Our last meeting dates back several months and despite this irregularity, Ellie is in my eyes the closest thing to a family. Sad irony when one knows that she is the illegitimate, the bastard and that one claims of me that I am the favorite of father. I love Ellie, even though we can't tell each other. She is the only one who understands how much I despise my mother, she is the only one who knows what lack of love means and does not judge my distress. So probably I forgive her for her destructive bent, the one that pushes her to put herself in danger in the service of the empire. Ransacking its health as it frequents the dregs of the galaxy, tasting every poison they infuse into their veins.

— It's relative.

I crack a smile. Part of me refuses to know what my sister is going through on a mission, undercover. A part of me does not accept that she lives it. However, I want to express my gratitude to her, the pleasure of finally seeing her again. But something, an evidence, my answer, captures my attention, literally cutting me off from the world around me.

It's there.

It is like no other and yet is on the bag of a stranger. The blue of the forget-me-nots pierces the darkness of the cocktail room, highlights the ivory of the leather on which it is placed. I can only see it, the silver that sculpted the delicate stems and leaves of the plant she represents.

My flower, mine and no one else.

—Vicky?"

I was no longer with her. I was there, my eyes glued to the flaming bag of the creature that had its back to me. She was sitting on a stool not far from the bar, a man putting his hand gently on her hips. This woman reeked of money and opulence from miles away in her dress set with crystals from the finest refineries in the galaxy. But nothing was as beautiful as what she wore on her bag.

I am impervious to my sister's concern. A dark anger rumbles inside me as my mind puts together the evidence that this brooch isn't on my chest. There is only one horrible, obvious solution.

Alisandre.

Shit.

—I have to leave you.

My throat bends with my rage and as I progress towards this woman I imagine various scenarios to end Alissandre once this case is settled. There is no other possibility for this object, my brooch, to end up there without my authorization. I weave through the crowd, keeping a reasonable distance from the couple and their peals of laughter. I notice that the man she is hanging from is dressed in a prestigious white uniform that vaguely reminds me of Colonel Yularen's – the cape added and the insignia totally different. I gravitate around them like a butterfly around a lamp, waiting to foment an approach strategy.

As I'm not the type to think very long, I take a seat next to this bitch who is too obsessed with the officer she's trying to seduce – and the alcohol that seems to have been flowing between them for some time now. – and decided to take action.

Damn it. It's not theft. It's mine, I think. And then, you have already done it, at worst his stupid guy will buy him another one. The coldness of the leather brushes against my thigh as she brushes her river of dark hair down her back, almost whipping my face vehemently. An eerie sensation ignites my shoulders, but I'm too enthralled by my fingers about to discreetly unclip the jewelry to notice. Meticulous, precise, and delicate, as I have always been, it only takes a few seconds – the blink of an eye even – for it to find itself in my hand, joining its rightful owner.

Well done Vicky! I think, containing my haste to clear off immediately.

I move away from this strange couple, noticing that I carry with me the spray of a powerful perfume mixing citrus fruits and noble wood. I grab a glass of water as I pass, hoping it will ease the bitterness burning in my throat. Alissandre can't have lied to me. Worse, she can't have stolen this brooch, her gift, to sell it to the first comer in order to meet the disproportionate needs of her bastard husband...

She can't...

I stop there in my rantings. A strong hand grabs my wrist, ending my ruminations and freezing me in place. I don't have time to flee that he has already immobilized me in this part of the room, which is nevertheless full, and despite the cacophony that surrounds us, I only hear the sound of his breathing. The feeling of deja vu materializes in the smell that surrounds me again, like a specter determined to haunt me.

Him.

He is there, towering above me. His white cape mingles with the veils of my dress that float in his direction, as if the world had ganged up on me. He corners me preventing me from fleeing and the coldness of the room slowly gives way to the warmth of his body. Surprised, I still try to contain his electric gaze in mine, taking advantage of the moment to contemplate the finesse of his lips and the smirk he draws there.

—It's not nice to steal something that doesn't belong to you. This is very serious.

I raise my eyebrows to hide the confusion of his warm voice sliding over me. Is that how he spoke to this woman in the hollow of her ear? Was he also giving her that kind of look that had nothing to envy to a consuming fire? Mockingly, he seems to want me to understand that the game ends here and that he won it hands down in all his arrogance.

He doesn't know who he is dealing with.

—Nothing serious. You will offer her many more and much more if I believe what I have seen.

I pause before blowing loudly. And anyway, it wasn't his. He giggles, his smile strikes me like lightning and if he wasn't containing me I could have thanked him for having served as a diversion during my maneuver.

— Oh yes ? But she was the one wearing it. What would your father do if he found out that you spent your evenings robbing the ladies of the empire?

I tick. Is my parentage in the Tarkin family so ingrained in my face? Maybe my father's possessiveness over me will kill me one day. It doesn't matter, it's not his presence or his rank that allows him to speak on behalf of my family.

—He would have you executed for slander. Now let me go or this conversation is going to end badly.

—Threats, baby Tarkin?" The gesture accompanies my thought. In a few seconds I empty the contents of my glass in the face of this man without the slightest warning. Causing the amazement of the world around us.

By what right does he dare to give me a nickname?

—No one is allowing you to call me that, or even touch me. You're lucky I didn't call the guards right away.

And instead of running away, i stood there, waiting for the slightest reaction from him, my heart pounding fearfully that his hand would hit my cheek. He was still holding the brooch and seemed to be wondering what to do with it to break me even more. I gazed at his face where a few drops of the water that I had just throw on his face were beading. His hair wavy delicately oscillating between grayness and darkness, accentuating the hypnotic blue of his eyes. Then with a gesture he detached the pin from the brooch and placed it on my chest, enclosing my heart in the depths of its yoke.

—What are you doing ?

A carnivorous smile twisted her thin, long lips. I had never been captured by a mouth and its movements so much and when he looked up at me again I felt like I was dying.

—I mark you. Baby Tarkin. From now on you and I are bound by secrecy.

I suppressed my urge to slap him. If he thinks to scare me by raising the specter of blackmail, he is kidding himself. The Tarkins fear nothing and no one.

Fuck him

Resigned to not making a scandal tonight, judging that I have already been noticed enough, I curse by addressing him a casual gesture before leaving. Something inside me is screaming at me to stay as far away as possible from this man and everything he's done to me in just a few seconds.

But nothing in my destiny seems to wish to be reconciled with my reason.

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For all the Krennic fangirls, I'm thinking of his perfume and... Bleu de Chanel seems to be the best for him. In this story, I was inspired by it.]

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