#cad bane x female reader
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Just Cad / Cad Bane x F Reader
After reading @sinisterexaggerator post about Cad being depressed it gave me a angst/fluff idea if you haven’t read it you should & @dreamswithghosts for gif
Summary: After pairing with you Bane kept you around, one day he drops you off realizing he made a grave mistake seeing you take a bounty with the last people he ever wants to see again.
/ Bad Batch Era Bane / ~> might rewrite and develop more but idk
Warning: Angst, Fluff, Rough Cowboy & Cuddly Cowboy, mild adult subject. PG-13
Word count: 3.1k
After completing the score, Bane had grown more quiet than normal. He was already a man of a few words but the silence was heavy in the air, even Todo had been quietly sitting in his copilot chair. It hadn't been a high stakes bounty or a high profile case, it was open and closed the closes one would get to easy money in this line of work. You spun your chair in a circle groaning before getting up and wrapping your arms around the silent Duros keeping yourself under his hat not to knock it off. Smelling the familiar blaster traces and leather on him, he didn't even try to pry you off.
"Okay, Cowboy, what is it?" you asked letting the concern lace your voice.
"Nuff'in."
"Cad Bane, don't you lie to me," you said pulling yours arms off him staring down at the brim of his hat, "What is it? Bounty too boring? Let's find any another to do."
"Dat ain't it."
"So tell me!" you said impatiently.
"Droppin you off."
Your blood ran cold, time stood still looking down at him and it was if reality was breaking, "For how long?" his silence was answer enough. You went back to your seat but you couldn't sit still, your leg bounced wildly. You got up headed to the bunk room, you looked down at his bunk shaking your head grabbing your stuff off the top bunk and mini closet. Both of you weren't a couple but why did it hurt like a break up? You thudded your ahead against the shelf of the bunk trying to pull yourself together. Sure there had been moments where glances lasted longer than they should have or nights where a little to much was drank that opened him up to talk or maybe the occasional hug to the man you considered a friend. Thought was, you mentally corrected, but was never more than that so why was he kicking you out? You wanted to demand answers but you knew once he made up his mind that was it.
You unholstered his LL-30 copy you had on for the bounty just incase nothing had gone to plan, you laid it on his bunk not having enough strength to face him. Bane was a cold blooded killer, most would consider this a blessing but you knew him deeper down than most there was still a person underneath those sharp teeth and crimson eyes. For a man who had it all, the title of the best, the first pick of any bounty he the fear and respect that came along with that there was always something under the surface the loomed over him that you couldn't describe other than lonesome.
You took yourself down to the ramp bay with the two duffels in tow. Minutes went by, you heard the metal of his respirator and the click of his boots against the floor, "I still don't understand why..." you paused to take a deep breath, "I guess I'll see you when I see you, Cowboy," you uttered at his shadow waiting by the ramp.
"Ya betta off."
"I'm better off? I'm better off with the one person I trust."
"Dat's a weakness a cute lil lady likya can' afford."
You turned to him gawking, "Bane did you just call me cute?"
"Ya know whatta mean'" he grumbled looking at you, "ain't this no place for ya." His skin crawled at the hurt in your features and the surprise at the comment, she don' know... he realized. He exhaled, "Missy, ya gotten too close to ma, I don' wancha gettin hurt over meh ya can' ghet close to people in dis profession."
"That should be my decision, Bane..." you looked down to see the ramp lowering you stood at the top of it not wanting to crumble, "You hear me, Cad, I love you," your stomach fell at the confession and it took every ounce of strength to hold it together as you walked down, "Just so you know someone in this universe does."
Bane quickly hit the ramp button the moment you were off, he leaned against the wall supporting himself. He allowed himself a few tears instantly regretting it when Todo showed up.
"Mr. Bane you are crying," Todo said worried.
"No kiddin" Bane grumbled pulling himself up by the boot scraps.
"You should go-" Todo started before Bane cut in, "Quit ya yappin, da woman is a risk."
"A risk to your heart maybe," Todo said sourly.
"What was dat?" Bane growled.
"You don't let anyone close anymore, it was obvious how you felt about each other."
Banes fingers found the metal plate on his head, "Lets go, Todo," no one knew him not really or what was going on in his head, left for dead on one of his bad days by so called colleagues. He wanted to spat at the memory of falling and Boba. If they didn't understand him to see what was wrong no one would. Being abandoned by Jango, he didn't want to go through that again but ain't dat what I just did to 'er...? Bane frustratedly kicking the wall, "Dang nabbit," he gridded out at how hard he had kicked it.
"Mr. Bane, I do insist you go fix this," Todo said putting his hands on his hips floating himself to Bane's eye level, "before she gets to far."
"Shut it, droid. 'I know wat I'm do'in."
"I don't think you do if your kicking your precious ship."
Bane growled stalking back off to the cockpit and slumped into the set staring out the window finding you walking away. His eyes trailed you until you were no longer visible as you disappeared deep into the streets. A familiar ache formed in his chest causing his finger to drum against the armrest of the chair, he wanted to take off and continue but he couldn't bring himself to start the ship. Bane had forgotten to shut off the alert for when you got to far from him, it dinged almost causing him to jump. He looked down seeing a bounty rooster with your name on it, drat woman you haven' been gone fora hour, his frozen blood boiled seeing who you were signed up with.
"She don' know 'em," he seethed seeing both Boba's and Bossk's names along with a couple other less noticeable hunters names.
"You did terminate your partnership with her, Mr. Bane," Todo pointed out, "It's only natural she continues with others. However if we retrieve her..."
"Can' care 'bout er," Bane affirmed but didn't make it any easier then he saw Embo's name on the list, "Ya getting ya way this once," he growled getting up heading into the bunk room eyes narrowing on the blaster, "She ain't even armed," he hissed holstering it.
"We will find the annoying mammal," Todo hated having her around causing Bane to split his attention but he seemed more like his old self having her around.
"Betta find her fast before dey leave."
Info fob took you to a run down busted cantina that definitely shouldn't have had their license to operate but it was the perfect out of sight place for Hunters to met up, which you suspected is the only reason the establishment was still open. You didn't know anyone from the list but you easily picked them out in the small crowd clustered in the back and the anxious looking people around them. You slide into booth introducing yourself, all of them glared at you.
"Is there something on my face?" You asked nervously.
"Nothing," the one called Boba's say, "Didn't realize your ball would give you enough chain to be by yourself without him."
"Bane...?" You asked stupidly which got a stupid reply of yes, "We're not a team anymore, he dropped me here and is probably long gone."
Boba hitched an eyebrow, "Is that so?"
"What does he need with a geek like me anyway, he has that droid anyway."
"We should get going, Bossk is going to meet up with us on the ship." All of you got up after Boba following him to the ship dock. You didn't even think twice about it even with Boba's connotation about Bane made it seem like they were less that associates it would be off whatever world this was.
Shuffling into the seat you heard the Trandoshan's breathing and turned around watching him stroll in sniffing, "I recognizess your ssmell but I don't recognizess you."
You rolled your eyes greeting him with your name and your former partner, "Is it really that big of a deal?" you muttered to yourself.
"Only to a select few."
Before you took off you saw it, the Justifier still docked and a blue figure staring straight at you. No one else seemed to noticed him in the distance and the ship took off towards everywhere the assignment was. You hadn't even bothered checking other then it was off planet. You fidgeted in your seat trying to shake the feeling that something was wrong.
"Whatss iss it?" Bossk hissed.
"I feel... like we're being followed... I can't explain it."
"Bane," Boba growled, "Anyone want to say hi?" he said sarcastically before the ship got one single blast.
Your pad started beeping, "Are you farking kidding me?" you grumbled pulling it out staring at it, Ghet back on da ship, now, 'You made me leave,' you replied, "Let's go."
Boba punched it, hitting light speed to get out of there, "What did he want?"
"Me," you mumbled. You pulled your legs up to your chest wrapping your arms around them letting your head slump against the seat. You eyed the room discreetly, feeling dejected but wondering why he didn't want you around them if that was what this was about. Your pad went off again, I'm comin, don' trust'em.
"I take it you don't know?" Boba said.
"Don't know what?"
"Bane was one of my mentors. Absolutely cruel to me; irony because my father was his mentor. One day while we were out on a bounty, Bane didn't care about how we went about it or if we even completed it. Him and I dueled for leadership, he lost and somehow lived."
"Oh..." you had wondered about the metal plate, remembering how every time you asked how belligerent he got especially after a couple drinks. You were very aware of Bane's temper and ruthless but unlike them you understood there had to be a deeper reason, at least there had to be... right? "Well he's coming," you didn't know what else to say. You saw the silent conversation between Bossk and Boba wondering if you were about to catch in the crossfire, "What's the plan?"
"We'll see what he does when we land."
The moment you land hell erupts you and boba barely getting off the ramp finding Bane there guns drawn glaring, "Wan'da little lady, hand'er over," he was staring directly at Boba. If his eyes weren't already crimson they would have been with the rage rolling off of him. His pinky tapped against the butt of the gun waiting, he wanted to look at you but didn't want a distraction in cause this went south.
"We're busy," Boba glared Bossk and Embo following standing behind us, "You're the one who's going to hurt her Bane, not us," Boba added.
"Bessst be leaving," Bossk hissed.
"Gimme the girl an' I'll be gone," he watched fangs bared as Bossk pointed his blaster at your head and it was not on stun, "Don' dink 'bout it."
"Bane..." fear laced your voice as much as you tried to hide it your eyes looking at the blaster then at him, "I don't know what's going on in your head but please, go."
"What ya said gave meh to much to dink'bout, so yer comin with meh," he exhaled calculating how fast he could shoot and drop them before they dropped you realizing his odds were good but not great.
"Cowboy, it's been a great ride... but for me, you have to go," we're you putting his safety over yours? The things people do in the name of love, by the look in his face you no one had ever done that for him.
He snarled looking at them but he backed into the shadows furious at himself for stepping away. He listened for what seemed forever when he heard one blaster shot ring out. Bane seethed fist curling around his pistols even more enraged that he let his emotions get the better of him m. He'd uncharacteristically shown his weakness the one thing he had tried to strengthen Boba against so he wouldn't make the same mistake his father did and they killed you for being his. Bane wanted to turn around, stand his ground and make them pay but the pleading in your voice for him to go kept him walking, He'd face worse odds before but there was a time and place for revenge.
"Mr. Bane?" Todo asked.
"Dey killed her," he said, his voice laced with defeat as he climbed back into the Justifer, alone.
"That sshould buy uss time," Bossk hissed.
"That farking hurt!" You snapped grabbing the wound, Embo already returning with the med kit.
"Had to make it convincing," Boba shrugged, "Complete this bounty, you won't need to worry about needing Bane to make a name for yourself."
"No but I'll have to worry about you sticking your neck out for me, we both know he'll be back with a vengeance," you had a choice, you could earn yourself the respect to work alone or you could keep them from waring each other.
Bane put a leg up on the dash letting the other bounce realizing how much of his life had fallen apart, mentor dead, person he considered a friend turned out to a Jedi in disguise, getting injured, losing a major bounty and now this. He stuck a toothpick between his teeth and set his hat in his lap wondering about the exactly moment everything went wrong.
"Mr. Bane! Look!" Todo said pointing the limping figure towards the ship.
Bane didn't look he put his hat back on and ran to the ramp, "Yer alive," he said dumb founded grabbing your limping form from the bottom of it.
"Don't make me regret un-faking my death," you gridded out the steps up the ramp causing the pain in your leg to make you grunt, "Already regret it," you groaned forcing yourself to sit down the moment you were up the ramp.
"Why'd ya do it?"
"Come back? I didn't want you blaming yourself, the bounty was tempting however," you admitted, "could have made a name for myself," you mumbled.
" 'gain why didn' ya?" Bane poked.
"Don't make me say it again," you groaned standing up finally feeling the patch start to work, "First time was bad enough," because it had, it had hurt to admit the truth. You never had the intention of telling him, happy to just let things be but there was rarely a moment you couldn't read him and standing there dropping you off there was nothing you understood then again trying to get you back the look on his face said he going to go down a war path he couldn't come back from and it would have been your fault if he got killed. You blinked as you felt his arm reach out and curl around you vice gripping you to his lean frame, "Bane?"
"Cad," he grumbled breathing in your scent no longer able to smell the iron over powering it, "just Cad."
You put your arms around him, not once had he ever voluntarily hugged you or hugged back, you felt his chest rumble almost like a pur. Your face nervously smiled not wanting to say anything, he tried to pull away but you pulled him closer listening to it, "I like it, although would be better without these," you said tapping the breathing tubes. He didn't even hesitate removing them dropping them to the floor before returning his arm around you. You seemed to melt closer to him, it sounded more authentic without the metal rattle.
His pulled his arm away, “Leave it,” he said looking down at the breathing piece tugging you by the hand to the cockpit, “Gotta gehet da ship outta here,” he said dropping your hand as he slide into the pilots seat.
Much to Todo’s hovering annoyance you took the copilot seat, “I hope you prematurely take off your patch.”
You rolled your eyes snatching the droid mid air and hugging him, “Careful lil fella, I might give ya an accent like Bane’s and make you sing,” you teased releasing the companion, you chuckling as that instilled the fear of the maker in him because he knew how good and fast you could reprogram him.
“Mr. Bane you’re not going to let her… right?!”
The Duros chuckled, “Maybeh.”
“I’m going to go lay down,” you yawned forgetting how draining the patches were. It didn’t take long before you heard foot steps behind you, stalking your movement to the bunk room.
“Don’ dink bout hopin up there,” he voiced watching you look up, “ ‘mer,” he said taking off his hat resting it on a post and climbed into the bunk. He watched you stare at him, “ ‘Mer, ain’t gonna bite ya,” he watched you climb in and he wrapped himself around you practically half laying on you. Life had broken him down, but thinking you were dead had destroyed him albeit temporarily. He felt your arm wrap around him feeling nails lightly in his back not lustful but in need of his solidarity. Bane’s lip twitched as that infernal purring started again.
“What do have you have to think about?”
“Ya really didn’ know how I feel?” He whispered.
It was weird seeing the bounty hunter who astutes confidence and authority in every moment seem so.. just human, “No. I never expected to see you again either.” The purring stopped replaced with a momentary growl, “Bane?” You said tilting your head to him, “What is it?” He was silent. “Cad?”
“Da feelin’ mutual,” he felt compelled to say after hearing his name on your lips. The purring started and he heard you make a small happy hmm noise. He didn’t need to say it, you both knew what he meant. “When it’s meh and you, it’s Cad.”
“Cad,” the name rolled off your tongue like expensive spotchka, “Only I get to call you?” he nodded. Your hand roamed his head gently and the other light stroked his back, “I don’t regret it anymore,” you teased, “so cowboy, what’s next?”
“For ya missy? Go ta’bed, wanna enjoy dis,” he said exhaling enjoying the scent of you and feel of you finally touching him, “Maybeh we go ta’beh,” he mumbled feeling heavier and suddenly tired.
“Let’s go to bed… Cad,” you smiled turning a little more into the blue space cowboy’s embrace hearing the pur slowly stop as both of you fell asleep.
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Tatooine Nights
Pairing: Cad Bane / Female Reader
Word Count: 6887
Warnings: Female Reader, Shoot Outs, Violence, 18+ Mature Content
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Tatooine was a cess pit. You knew that when you decided to set up shop in Mos Espa. There was a hell of a lot of sand, and not a lot else. The desert stretched on for miles and miles, and you knew better than to venture out into the dunes without a guide and a speeder. Thankfully, the desert also meant that Tatooine was the best place to lay low. That was what most business people knew, and that’s why most of the cheaper cantinas were filled with the sorts that no one wanted to be mixed up with. They were also, as it turns out, well paying and defensive of their little holes in the wall when they were established. The number of times there had been trouble, and it had then been thwarted by the local criminals was overwhelming. There was honour among thieves, even if those thieves also murdered people for money. Where their money came from, however, was the least of your concerns. So long as they paid their tabs, you didn’t care about their lives. They could have killed the chancellor for all you cared, so long as the credits came across the bar, free of actual blood on them. That had also happened, more times than you cared to count.
A Rodian male sat at the circular bar, his antenna bobbing as he rapidly told you a story about his latest bounty, his drink spilling over the edges of the counter.
“Greedo, be careful. I’m not pouring you another one, again!” You warned the Rodian as he chattered nonsense in your ear.
“I know, beauty, I know!” Greedo teased in his native language.
You only rolled your eyes, “Also, I know you can speak basic! Stop whittling away in Rodian! It’s hard to understand when you start flailing your arms.” You tutted as you wiped away the beer from underneath his arms.
“You’re so boring when its busy!” Greedo grumbled as he tipped his head back and chugged the remainders of his drink.
“I’m boring because I deal with little shits like you.” You smirked as you snatched his empty glass, “And for that, make sure you give me your unmarked credits. I don’t want to deal with your stealing habits today by fighting off an angry trooper.”
“Your loss!” Greedo shouted as he slid the unmarked credits over the bar top to you, “I’m heading out!”
“Good riddance.” You muttered as the young Rodian slipped out of the cantina and into the setting sun of the desert. There was always trouble that followed Greedo so it was best that he left early on, before someone caught him stealing their credits and started a brawl.
“Can we get a round of whiskey, please?!” A male shouted from the other side of the bar and you hummed as you span to fill in for one of the serving droids which was currently ensuring that a drunken Calamari paid for his tab with a little persuasion from a thin needle like arm.
“Sure thing.” You told the customer as you pulled free the glasses for him and his friends, “Ice?”
“No thanks.” He told you as he pushed the credits across the bar for the drinks. You prepared the shots and stacked them on a tray for him before sliding the credits into your apron and giving him his change. As he staggered back over to his group with the whiskey you headed back to the register to deposit the credits safely in the machinery. You would take the lump sum out later for counting.
“Mistress, the Calamari refuses to pay your prices for his drinks.” The droid hummed before it pointed a long needle like arm back at the customer in question. The Mon Calamari snorted at your stare before he crossed his arms over his chest. You rolled your eyes and tossed your towel over your shoulder as you headed over to the huffing fish humanoid.
“Pay up, Kish.” You told him as you stood there, arms crossed in an intimidating act, “You complain every time you’re in and then you pay up like a good paying customer.”
“You charge nearly double for that whiskey!” He complained.
“Yes, because I import it. Tatooine whiskey tastes like shit, and you know it.” You pointed at the Mon Calamari with a snarl, “Pay up or I’ll call the troopers in and have you shaken, don’t test me.”
“I don’t believe you.” Kish blubbered before he reached for his side, where a small, thin blaster was stored in its holster.
“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” You warned as you watched Kish warily, watching as his eyes drifted down to your hand below the counter, “Its not just me in here that would paint you against the wall.” The click of your shotgun made the Calamari flinch.
The customers laughed and shouted from all corners of the bar, watching the confrontation like avid holovision viewers. You smirked at Kish with the noise behind you. They always paid up in the end.
The noise behind you silenced. An eerily quiet fell over the bar as the door slid open and a shadowed male moved into the doorway. He moved to lean against the side of the door, his hat dipped to shadow his gaze from the setting sun. You knew who it was as he twirled the toothpick between sharp, pointed teeth, his red eyes flashing from under the large brim of his hat. Dust swirled from his duster and boots as he walked inside the door, his heels thumping against the tiled floor. As a sign of good grace, he had the decency to wipe his boots on the map, watching under the brim of his hat as the patrons turned to look. He walked over to the bar and stood, looking between you and the Mon Calamari for a moment, chewing the end of his toothpick thoughtfully. His red eyes shifted down, looking under the counter. A smirk crawled onto his blue lips, drawing them back over his dangerous teeth as he looked at Kish and then the shotgun pointed at him.
“Take it from me, this lil’ lady doesn’t do handouts.” There was a purring chuckle from the Duros’ chest, “Especially not when she’s got a shotgun pointed at your cock.”
Kish peered down and seized at the barrel of the gun, which was, as the Duros said, pointed directly at his genitals.
The Duros clapped Kish on the back and droaned, “I’d pay up if I were you.”
Kish shuddered at the cold bloods hand on his shoulder but reached for his wallet and pulled out the credits for the whiskey he had necked over the course of the past few hours.
“Give her a few more for the trouble too, or you’ll be fish bait before you can run.” He added with a sneer, his fingers tapping one of his, slim bolt blasters.
Kish grabbed another handful of credits and threw them on the counter before he turned, backed away, and scuttled out of the sliding door.
You huffed and let go of the gun strapped beneath the bar before you looked at the red smirking eyes beneath the large brim of the customized ranch hat.
“Cad Bane. Didn’t think I’d see you here again any time soon.” You looked the bounty hunter up and down, noting the I jury under his ribs, but saying nothing as he sauntered over to the seat Kish had once occupied.
“Did you miss me, darlin’?” Cad asked as he pulled his toothpick from between his teeth and set to turning the wooden end in his mouth, his eyes set on the door where the Calamari had escaped through, “Unfortunately this ain’t a leisure call. I need to lay low, and I know you’ll put me up for the night.”
The drawled pleasantries leaving his mouth made you scowl, “What makes you think you’re even welcome here? I remember the last time you were here, you ended up shooting six troopers dead in my bar.”
Cad scowled back at you as he held his toothpick between his large fingers, “That was an accident, and I paid you for damages.” There was almost a tone of desperation in his voice.
“It still brought heat down on here and lost me customers.” You shrugged as you turned back around and placed away Kish’s credits in the register.
Cad grumbled from the other side of the counter before his coat flapped and there as a slap of his credit pouch on the bar, “How much?” He asked as he twirled the toothpick between his sharp teeth. You turned nonchalantly, looking the bounty hunter up and down, noting the press of his pointed tongue at the back of his teeth.
“How much?” You parroted back at him as you tucked your hands into your apron pocket and hummed, “Two hundred, unmarked, credits, and a bottle of that expensive spotchka you always buy.”
The Duros growled and took the toothpick from his mouth, “If you were anyone else, lady, you’d be in a grave.”
“Take it or leave it, Bane. I have customers to serve.” You shrugged and turned, only to have your arm grabbed by a cold blue hand.
“Fine.” He slid the credits to you and pointed to the bottles on the back wall, “Just make sure that you keep the clones out and we’ll have ourselves a deal which doesn’t result in corpses on the floor.”
“Keep yourself out of trouble, Cad, and we'll have no issues at all.” You pulled him his drink down and smiled sweetly as you swiped his credits from the bar, “No clones dare step in here anyway.”
Cad bared his teeth in a side snarl before he grabbed the neck of the bottle and strode away to a back corner booth. He situated himself with his hat brim low over his face and his boots up on top of your table. He made sure to peer around before he pulled his blasters out and set to cleaning them with a kit from inside his duster.
No one dared to approach the famous bounty hunter, even the women who frequented the haunt didn’t want business with one of the galaxy’s greatest killers, despite the sizeable amount of credits they had seen him throw at you. Cad Bane was a mystery no one wanted to put their fingers into, not even for all the credits in his pockets. You watched him every now and then, keeping an eye that he wasn’t trying to use your cantina for something more sinister than he was letting on. It wasn’t until Bossk walked in the door that you finally relaxed a little. The Trandoshan hissed, scenting the air as he lumbered to the bar, his claws twitching with the smells. He was another hunter that few would dare cross either. Trandoshans could not only regenerate limbs, but they could also kill you with a singular well placed bite. The bacteria in their mouths were deadly. Paralysis occurred within thirty minutes, then the Trandoshan came along and collected their prize. You smiled at the reptilian, waving gently as he leaned over the bar and looked underneath, as though he was searching for something, or someone. His blaster was strung across his back and his mouth dripped with saliva.
“Bossk?” You asked as you blocked his sight of Cad in the back of the cantina, “Anything I can help you with?”
Bossk hissed, gurgling before he wiggled his clawed fingers and peered around you with bright orange eyes, his slitted pupils widening at the prize behind you.
“I didn’t know you harboured fugitives, missssssy?” Bossk hissed as he grinned at the other bounty hunter.
“I don’t. What he’s done is none of my concern, but I have been told to keep quiet about him being here. Can I expect the same courtesy from you?” You asked as you slid the reptile his favourite, “On the house.” You told him sweetly.
Bossk looked between the drink and Cad before hissing and laughing, “Sure thing, princess, let’s have a little chat hmm?”
You smiled at Bossk, and held your finger up, “Let me get some more drinks out of the way and then I’m all yours.”
The Trandoshan hissed happily and perched himself on the end of the bar before he set to fixing one of his ports on his suit, his large eyes peering all too closely at the material. You set to serving drinks quickly, topping up a few people before you returned back to Bossk, leaning over in interest as he smiled with razor sharp teeth, teeth made for goring prey, and placed a long chunk of metal on the side.
Your eyes widened as the metal clicked and sang against the top, “How the fuck did you get Beskar?” you dropped your voice low next to Bossk.
“I had a very good friend who happened to not need it anymore.” Bossk purred as he dragged the metal back to himself and placed it away in his satchel, right next to where his poison spurting grenades sat, “Mandolorians aren’t so scary when they’re paralysed on the floor. It took one little bite and then I followed his blood right back to his little ship. Poor guy didn’t stand a chance.” He clicked as he reached for his drink again and the spines on the back of his head flexed. You looked at the mottled orangey colour of the Trandoshan and noted the green throughout his skin.
“A pretty impressive kill.” You told him as you gave him another drink.
“The new empire pays well for them dead.” He told you as his eyes ran over the booth where Cad was sat once again, “And others pay well for murderers as well.”
“How well?” You joked as you blocked Bossk’s vision once again, smiling as he put a hand on the chunk of beskar.
Bossk licked his snout, his forked tongue flicking in the air as he scented the room. There were far too many people here for him to sense your unease, nor the fury radiating off the Duros behind you.
“He’s worth triple alive than what he is dead.” Bossk hissed as he leaned forwards.
“Is that enticing enough for you?” You asked the Trandoshan as you refilled his drink.
Bossk hummed, “Maybe, if he’s had enough to drink. Could use the credits.”
It was then that Cad’s hat tipped upwards, revealing his blood red eyes, “Maybe if ya thinkin’ about it, ya should come over here and try.” The Duros drawled as he knocked back the rest of his drink, his LL-30 pointed over the table, straight at Bossk’s skull.
Bossk hissed, his mouth open wide, before he levelled his own blaster at the other bounty hunter, “I would, Bane, if I knew you wouldn’t put up a fight.” He snorted, “You’re too healthy for me to bother. I like living, and I like my trophies on my wall.”
“Crawl back into your little hole then, Trandoshan, or you’ll never go back to it.” Cad hissed back at the reptilian before he placed his blaster on the table and reached for the bottle of spotchka again, pouring himself a new glass.
“Watch him, princess.” Bossk told you as he slipped his Beskar prize back into his pocket, “He eats trusting people for breakfast.”
“Don’t worry, Bossk, I know.” You smiled as you flipped your towel over your shoulder, “You look after yourself, alright?”
The Trandoshan hissed before sticking his forked tongue out with a soft purr, “Only if you’ll let me look after you.”
“Nice try, lizard.” You shot back with a laugh as you walked away from him and started to tend to the thirsty guests who were, once again, clamouring for new drinks and refills. As you walked up and down the bar, the neon lights above casting a rainbow of lights over you and the bar top. You could feel the blood red eyes of the Duros following you as you served, and then as you picked up a platter and loaded a round of cocktails onto it for a group of Gand. They were huddled in a booth at the back, chuntering over some of their latest prizes, and you smiled politely, laughing at their jokes as they handed you the credits and returned to their quiet conversation. The Gand were always friendly folk, even if they were mysterious.
The bar was quiet as you rounded the corner and looked to the doorway again, just as a group of clone troopers entered the bar, their blasters holstered and their holo-pads active. The bar went silent, and you swallowed at the sight of the new issue helmets. They were still phasing clones from the programs, but the very new trooper helmets shone brightly, however their commander was an old T-helmet wearer.
“Good evening.” The Commander started as his troopers held up their pads, presenting the hologram of Cad Bane. It was an old prison picture and you tried not to snicker at his naked head, devoid of his hat, “There is a handsome reward out for the turning in of criminal Cad Bane, wanted for murder and possession of empire intelligent. We have been ordered to search the city, please have your identity cards out for inspection.”
You were quick to rush over and block the trooper’s paths with a smile and a fling of your arms, your serving tray blocking their sight of Cad as they jumped and paused to look at you, “Sorry, Commander, but can I please see your city warrant?”
The Commander sighed, his dust mask whirring as he pulled his holopad open again and presented the signed copy of the city warrant before your eyes, “Of course, Miss.” Polite as always.
“Hmm, could you enlarge that a little please? Sorry, my eyes aren’t so great under these lights.” You laughed and the Commander sighed again and enlarged the text.
With a few more hums and several squints at the fine print you didn’t really care about, you let the troopers into the bar, smiling as they nodded and started around the tables. You smirked as you looked back in the corner, and noticed the empty table, the bottle of spotchka and the glass were also gone with the bounty hunter. You heard the office door click behind you and knew he’d been quick to get out of sight. You had to try your best in convincing the troopers not to go searching through your bar and all the back rooms. A few patrons grumbled at the troopers, and a few larger pirates hissed and spat before they were dragged away.
“Hey, hey, hey!” You snarled as the troopers dragged open your bar drawers and set to pissing off your clientele.
“These are our orders, mam.” The Commanding officer told you with a drawl, the tone of the clone’s voice marking his annoyance.
“I understand that, but you know, sir, that this bar is full of bounty hunters, right?” You told him with your hands on your hips.
“I know, but I have orders, and my higher ups scare me more than you.” He jabbed his fingers at your chest, “And they scare me more than the scum you have here as well.”
There was a thick and tense silence in the room as the troopers turned and looked to their commander. The criminals seemed to look between themselves before they looked back at the troops. There was another pregnant pause before Bossk hissed from behind your elbow before he stood up, towering over you as he reached for his blaster and grinned at the troopers.
“I don’t think you really understood the lady.” The Trandoshan hissed before he pointed the end of his blaster at the nearest trooper’s helmet, “So let me show you.” He purred.
There was another sinister silence before Bossk’s blaster bolt ripped through the trooper and the plastoid armour slammed against the stone floor. Your mouth hung open before you regained enough wits to dive against the floor behind the bar top, rushing to drag your expensive bottles of alcohol into safety as Bossk ripped apart the new plastoid with his claws to gouge at the injured trooper’s shoulder with his teeth.
“Let’s tear these new shinies apart!” Bossk hissed happily as a few more patrons jumped up, blasters drawn as they threw down the tables and crouched behind the slabs as shields. It was yet another shoot out in your cantina. You scowled as you crawled along the floor behind the bar, clutching your precious bottles of Coruscant alcohol as you shimmied out and under a set of tables.
The back of the bar was your safest bet, and you worked your way under the tables, worming around on the floor as the blaster fire grew heavy and smoke clouded the air from the weapon’s cooling systems. There was little else you could do as you crawled over a wheezing trooper and slammed the button to your office. A whirr sounded as it slid open, and you rolled inside to avoid another hail of blaster fire. Panicked, you slammed the button again and watched the door slide closed again. The small panel underneath let you lock it, and when it beeped, you finally relaxed against the wall, your bag of alcohol bottles in your hand, safe and sound, at least until the troopers were dead or the men involved arrested. You let out a shaky breath and slowly stood up with your hands against the wall.
“Bit of a commotion isn’t there, darlin’?” Cad’s low rumbling voice sounded from across the room, his breathing apparatus whirring quietly in the background of his voice. You looked at the blue skinned Duros and glared. He had his boots and spurs kicked up on your desk while he lounged in your chair, a toothpick clutched between his sharp teeth, the wood twirling with his teeth grinding. He looked at you from the shadow of the brim of his hat and smirked as he plucked the toothpick from between his teeth.
Fury ran through you as you dumped your bottles in the chair across from him, the glass clinking sharply in the bag. You turned, soiled apron flying as you rounded your small desk and stood in front of the bounty hunter, glaring down at him, your hands on your hips.
“What’s with the pose?” Cad hummed as he leaned back and uncrossed his boots only to recross them the other way, the spurs jingling with the movement.
“You planned this somehow, you blue reptile.” You hissed at him, pointing your finger at his noseless face, right between his bright red eyes.
Cad smacked your hand away before he flipped his hand quickly and grabbed you by the wrist. He snarled before he dragged you forwards, pushing up from the back of the seat so your faces were merely inches away from each other. The bounty hunter huffed in your face, “Careful what you say missy. You’ve only got accusations, no evidence, and I don’t like being called a liar.”
“A liar?” You seethed in front of the Duros, “After last time I’ve got every right to call you a liar!”
“Oh, for kriff’s sake.” Cad sneered as you snatched your wrist back from his cool grasp, “Are you still talkin’ about when I ran out on you last?”
Your face lit up with anger and embarrassment, “You knew the clones were after you, snuck your way into my bar, swore blind you were home free. We…we…”
“We had sex.” Cad droned, rolling his red eyes as he leaned back in your chair and placed his toothpick back in his mouth, rolling the wood over his dark tongue.
“You finished and jumped out of my window!” You growled, sizing the Duros up from where you stood between his legs.
Cad rolled his eyes and recrossed his ankles, his spurs jingling as he shrugged his shoulders, “I don’ know why you’re surprised. I’ve always been a wanted man. You just liked what you couldn’t have, darlin’.”
“No! I liked a smooth-talking asshole who rained the damn military down on my bar, not once but TWICE!” You told him as you leaned down over his thighs, ensuring he couldn’t look anywhere other than at your angry face.
The Duros peered at you from under the brim of his hat before he tipped his chin upwards and met your gaze properly, chewing the wooden toothpick in his mouth, exposing his sharp, dangerous teeth. You looked down at him as well, watching for his reaction as he digested your angry words. There was a tense pause as you waited for Cad’s vicious response, vindictive, swift and cold. Then you felt yourself tugged forwards, and you were sent flying into the Duros’ lap. Cool, smooth lips met your own as you were shifted over Cad’s lap, your bottom against his hips and your head back against his arm, rather like a damsel that had fainted into her saviour’s arms. He hummed against your lips, and you enjoyed the feeling as your eyes fluttered closed and you wrapped your arms around his neck. The brim of his hat tipped down, hitting the top of your head as Cad’s teeth nipped at your bottom lip, the sharp fangs making your lip throb as blood eased to the surface of the small scrapes. A gasp fell from your lips as you pulled away from him, the sharp pain in your lips making you reach up to touch the tiny cuts. Cad licked his lips, drawing your red blood into his mouth with a hum as you pushed against his chest to stop his advance for another kiss.
“What the…” You uttered before you huffed at Cad, “Why did you do that?” You asked him.
“To shut you up, you mouthy lil’ tooka.” Cad growled as he hoisted you up properly and seated you firmly over his lap, letting you settle in against his thin legs.
“Shut me up!?” You fumed before your mouth was occupied again with another searing kiss, Cad’s teeth tearing open the scrapes again to have another taste of you. You flinched but wound your arms firmly around his neck. Your fingers grazed along the breathing tubes attached to his face and neck. All it would take was a tug, you knew, to cause him major discomfort, but you merely ran along them, stroking the tubing before you ran your fingers up the back of his head and pushed his hat forwards again. It tapped the top of your head, but Cad didn’t move to correct it as he consumed your mouth, ravaging the insides with his cool tongue before he pulled away to see the blood-tinged spit string between you both.
“Yes, to shut you up.” Cad growled before he leaned in again and squeezed your hips, feeling the flesh there before he scooped them around to hold your bottom, kneading the flesh in his strong hands, rolling the fat viciously hard.
Spiteful. It felt spiteful, like a soft punishment as you squirmed and bucked forwards into his lap, rolling your hips against his as your brain churned into mush, remembering the last time before you had screeched under the covers, embarrassed as clones slammed open your door. This was much more than last time, and you felt yourself pant as he pulled away and grinned, smirking like he had gotten something amazing. You pouted and reached down to tug open the button of his bottoms, tearing the chaps away far enough so you could stick your warm hand down the front of his briefs. The Duros growled, shifting back as you gripped his half hard cock and stroked with a blistering smirk. He swallowed as he looked you in the eyes, uncharacteristically quiet as you traced his cock in his trousers.
“Shut me up, huh? How about this, Cad.” You threatened, smiling at his upset sneer and growl, “This time, you get me off first? Then I’ll be less pissed when you cum and leave me with the clones who are currently destroying my bar.”
Cad’s red eyes looked you up and down again as you held his cock hostage, massaging the soft skin as he fought with himself, “What is it that you wanted, darlin’? To cum first?”
You smiled pleasantly and purred almost as he shifted his hips forwards, “Then you can have what you want.”
A click of his tongue sounded before he had your wrist in his grasp, “Don’t play wit’ fire, girlie.” He hissed before he snapped his teeth near your face.
“If you’re the fire, Cad, I’ll always play.” You teased as you extracted your hand from his grasp, stroking the outline of his cock once again, “But you really do owe me for last time.”
“I don’t owe you...” He moaned as you grabbed at his crotch again, “Kriff! Fine, fine.” He only took another breath when you relented, and he opened his red eyes with a snarl before he lifted you up by the bottom and placed you on your desk, pushing aside holo-pads so he could lay you back.
The items from your desk clattered loudly, but was drowned out by the blaster fire and screeching outside. You paid it no mind as Cad’s cool fingers traced down your sternum, and then twisted, moving quickly to drag your top off and reveal your breaststroke. You’d forgone a real bra in favour of something comfortable, but Cad only licked his lips as he snapped open the sports bra and ran the cool fingertips over your nipples. The stark contrast in heat made you squirm and the Duros only chuckled, chewing his toothpick again arrogantly as you moaned, your head thumping softly against the wood of your desk. His fingers didn’t relent. The cool tips slid from your nipples so he could grab handfuls of your breasts and need like a cat. You twitched again before he pressed a single cool kiss to your sternum, in the valley between your breasts. It tickled for a moment with the cold before he travelled down your stomach, his fangs grazing the skin with cold marks as his lips placed soothing kisses on the grazes. Your stomach clenched as he kissed over your clitoris, his cold tongue tapping the bud before he caught your hips and pinned you down.
“You’re going to take what I give ya’, darlin’.” Cad purred as he leaned over again and licked his teeth. The fangs snapped in front of your pussy before he dove back in, cool lips and tongue quickly making a mess of you with tingling spit.
“Take what?” You asked, breathless as Cad looked up from between your legs, his lips still tinged with red.
“Certainly not my cock.” He teased as he blew a cold breath over your genitals, enjoying the buck of your hips towards his face, “More of that attitude and I’ll leave ya’ ‘ere, just like I said I would.”
Your face twisted as he pressed his fingers tight into the meat of your thighs, “Fine, please.” You whined, shifting your hips up towards his face, “I want you to make me cum first.”
Cad rolled his red eyes, “Of course.” He acquiesced before he licked a stripe from your ass to clit, enjoying the roll of your head and the soft moan that escaped your mouth.
“Cad…” You moaned as your hands shifted from the back of his head to his neck. With a bite of your lip you dared to wrap your hands around his neck, your fingers meeting around the back of his neck.
Cad’s eyes looked up at you as your fingertips touched at the back of his neck, grazing against one another. He let out a growl before you dared to squeeze, softly, enjoying the way he swallowed against the pressure before he stuck his pointed tongue from between his lips and licked at your clit, drawing a circle against the bud before he sucked the flesh into his mouth, ignoring your hands wrapped around his throat in favour of eating you out like a man starved. His fangs grazed your skin again before he kissed along the hot flesh softly, enjoying your moans as he traced your entrance, dipping his tongue in and out softly. The wet squelching of his tongue made you lose your grip, in favour of clutching at his head, dragging him as close as you could get him to devour your pussy. The Duros purred against you as his tongue pushed inside of your entrance, writhing against your walls as you bucked upwards against him once again, thrusting your hips in a gentle rhythm against his face. Cad seemed to enjoy your squirming as he pulled his tongue from you and replaced it with two of his cool, long fingers. They stretched you much more than your own, and Cad pushed the pads upwards with a long stroke, hitting the spot inside of your spongey walls that made you see stars.
“Desperate, darlin’?” He asked with a raspy chuckle, wheezing for a moment before he leaned over and silenced your haughty reply with a suck of your clit, licking the bud between long sucks as his fingers brushed against all of the right spots inside of you.
“Cad!” You warned as you pushed your hips against him.
“What?” He asked as he slammed his other hand against your stomach, holding you flat as he pulled his fingers free and looked at the strings of lubricant between his long fingers, holding them tauntingly in front of your face, “You wanna cum, girlie?”
Upset, you pouted and bucked your hips, tauntingly at his face, before you stuck your own hand between your legs, desperate to finish yourself off.
The bounty hunter caught your wrist and growled, “You can cum when I let you.”
“Not a chance!” You growled back at him before you were silenced with a handkerchief in your mouth.
The Duros smirked as you as he tied the gag behind your head, the red and white handkerchief firmly in your mouth, preventing you from spitting it out as he reached between his legs. He palmed himself gently before he stroked the length of himself, tip to root, from the lightest shade of blue down to the dark colour at the base. The tip was angled upwards, pointed lightly and bulbous underneath. You chewed at the fabric in your mouth.
“Now, now, darlin’, can’t have you makin’ loadsa noise.” He growled before he leaned in and pushed the head of his cock against your entrance, “You still wanna play? Or do you want what you actually came for?”
With a whimper, you nodded, tugging his hips forwards by the loops of his bottoms. The cool chaps slid against your thighs, making goose pimples rise under your skin. Cad purred at the noise that your Cad purred at the noise that escaped you as he nudged his hips forwards, the tip of the head pushing into your entrance.
With a soft moan, you watched the Duros as he peered between your legs, watching his cock disappear inside of you. Entranced, he didn’t notice your hand until it had snuck under the fabric of his shirt, and he didn’t see your other either until you had one of his LL-30 blasters in your hand, pointed under his chin for fun. He didn’t flinch, in fact, he didn’t stop thrusting as you turned the blaster under his chin. You hummed before you let out a breathy moan against his lips, muffled through the material of the gag in your mouth.
Cad leaned over, kissing you soundly as he pushed the barrel of the blaster away, down onto the desk, enjoying the lack of resistance he got as he bit your lips again, leaving them sore and puffy as he pulled away.
“I know you, darlin’.” He purred, “And I know that killin’ me wouldn’t give you any lick of satisfaction.” Cad grumbled before a chuckled haughtily, “In more way dan’ one.”
You cursed at him as you let go of the blaster, and Cad took the blaster hanging from your fingers before he holstered it again and smirked before picking up the pace.
The crash of the bounty hunter’s hips against yours was worth the tease, you decided as Cad’s cock teased the back of your vagina and pressed against your cervix. A tightness squeezed in your stomach at the smack of the head of his cock, and you winced harshly. Cad soothed his hand down your torso, over your stomach before his cool fingers drew a circle, calming you as his hips thrusted at a steady pace, halting before he touched too deep inside of you. You moaned behind the gag as sparks flew up your spine, enjoying the ectasy that muddled your brain beyond thought. The pleasure rippled through you, quickly, repeatedly with the burning need to cum on the Duros, to have what was denied you last time he was here. You didn’t have long, and with a moan you shifted your hips, matching Cad’s pace with thrusts of your hips upwards, enjoying the pleasure that rippled through you as Cad grunted into your neck, holding your hips tight as he thrust his hips to yours.
“All it takes is a bit of cock to get you to shut up, huh?” Cad teased meanly, “Even if you talk big game, you’ll always just be a little mouse who wants to be caught.”
You groaned through the gag, eyes fluttering as you felt the pressure in your stomach knot and coil, threatening to burst.
Cad felt you tighten around him, and snarled, “Oh no.” He hissed, “You don’t get to cum first after the mouth you’ve given me today.”
You smirked through the gag as you clenched again, purposely controlling the muscles in your pussy, enjoying the groan that it got out of the bounty hunter. He was a man, after all, and his hips twitched forwards violently as you dared to clench a little tighter, moaning wantonly.
“Lil’ tooka.” Cad snarled before he dragged his teeth down your neck, leaving more grazes as his hips crashed against yours with abandon. He flicked your clitoris meanly, enjoying the upset on your face before he registered the gurgling moan and your thighs clenching. Your orgasm washed through you quickly, sending your mind reeling as Cad snarled above you, his hips pounding against your own as the blaster firing outside grew quieter and quieter. The Duros snarled again as you wiggled against him, overstimulation burning your muscles as he snapped his hips four more times and grabbed at the desk, pulling our far enough that his green cum spurted out of you and over the desk, painting the wood luminous green.
“Kriff!” Cad cursed as he looked at the glowing cum between your legs, stroking his head, only to realise that his hat had slipped off his head some time during your tryst. You grumbled behind the gag at the mess, just as Cad found his hat behind your chair. With a huff, you sat up, and reached to untie the handkerchief. Cad smoothed the rim of his hat before he placed it back on his head and reached into his duster for a toothpick. Tucking himself back away was a second thought, and he cringed before he found a tissue on your desk to wipe his own cum off himself. You fumbled with the gag and eventually undid it, clicking your tongue in your dry mouth before Cad returned with a sneer and wiped away the cum from between your legs.
“Can’t leave a lady dirty, can I?” He grumbled before cleaning you up best he could and finding your underwear and bottoms.
“You have before.” You teased with a mean smile before Cad dropped the tissues next to you and snorted.
He opened his mouth only for there to be a violent bang on the door. You jumped on the desk, your underwear halfway up your legs, and turned around in time to see Cad do his belt up tightly. He grinned, chewing the end of the toothpick before he drew one of his LL-30s lazily and shot the door controls, locking the door from the inside.
“Cad!” You seethed before he was close again, smirking before he leaned down for a kiss, stealing it like a bandit before he knocked open the window. The laser cutters whirred to life outside of the door, the metal groaning as they started slicing, and you cursed him for the money he was going to cost you again as you slipped your underwear on and found your bottoms.
“See you around, darlin’.” He tipped his hat as he stuck his leg out of the window, “It’s been a pleasure.”
You rushed forwards to give him a piece of your mind, his handkerchief in hand, before his rockets blasted and he was gone in a rush of smoke.
“You owe me, Bane!” You screamed after him before you turned around to face the music.
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Stars Above!
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Cad Bane x OC (Smut / Porn with Plot / Character Study / Sexual repression / inexperience turns into a sex addiction.)
Summary: Zulara Anu Trattu, an alluring Twi’lek-Human hybrid, was handed off into slavery by her alcoholic father; he lost a game of sabacc to the owner of Kayson’s Weapons shop located on Tatooine. Rather than pay his debt - his home and his entire fortune - his daughter is relinquished and taken from her native home of Lothal to Mos Eisley by her new master, an alien, adept at obtaining weapons on the black market, one who offers contraband to trusted customers; those who want to fight to protect themselves as a new Empire rises to power. A fascist galactic dictatorship has replaced democracy, the senate, and the Jedi are nowhere to be found.
Cad Bane is on the hunt - he’s been offered a job by Tour Aryon, the Imperial Governor of the desert planet – figure out who's been selling weapons to would-be rebels; remaining groups of Separatists, straight out of Mos Eisley. He has a hunch, but Kayson would never risk himself, his reputable business . He has another to do it for him - a certain someone - and she has the most luscious lips, the widest hips …
He’s seen her dance, smelled her pheromones, and watched her work diligently for her employer. One thing’s for sure: things aren't always as they seem.
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Beauty and the Bounty Hunter
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Cad Bane x Second-person POV / OC (Smut / Humor.)
Summary: You are Aurora Ordel: the pinnacle of femininity gone wrong. Smart, sexy, but with a sassy mouth. Hailing from Corellia, you live on Coruscant at your career’s behest. You are a “Chief Design Engineer” for The Galactic Empire; inventor of the Onager-Class Star Destroyer - this super weapon is your pride and joy.
Your employer is Palpatine; you answer to Darth Vader; and Grand Moff Wilhuff Tarkin is always barking up your skirt.
You are also beauty who has met with beast – a surly, ill-tempered bounty hunter who you like to swap spit with. Your problem? Everyone’s out to kill you for being such a kriffing witch, and on top of that, you’re addicted to that Duros dick. Your solution? Make Cad Bane your (on call) bitch.
*Inspired by an anonymous reader request and dedicated to my Duros hoes. “There’s no shame in it.”
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I’m so glad you’re not dead
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Cad Bane x Ahsoka Tano (Smut / Humor / Cad Bane is “infatuated" by one of the very last "Jedi.")
Summary: Ahsoka Tano encounters Cad Bane on the planet Daiyu while gathering intel for the Rebel Alliance. She is in her 30s now, and Cad Bane is an “old man.”
THIS IS A CRACK FIC. IT’S DUMB AS HELL. It has now become a multi-chapter fic by accident, and also, the crack may turn serious, also by accident. Whoops.
One shots:
The Interrogation
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Cad Bane x F! Reader (Smut / DP in vagina sex - Cad Bane has two dicks.)
Summary: You have been captured by Cad Bane, though he is not after you. You have information that he seeks, yet you are shy. Perhaps there is a way he can persuade you to squeal, albeit one that is a bit unorthodox.
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Size Matters
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Cad Bane x F! Reader (Smut / Size kink / Voice Kink.)
Summary: Extensive fingers, long-reaching, your fantasies brought to life on the vertex and crooks of their multi-jointed lengths. Blue flesh, cold and smooth with a faint roughness that paralyzes you when they caress your human skin. Marks are left in the form of horripilation, the bristling of micro hairs on your aching body, as you pine for the hunter’s patented ministrations. Cruel, while at the same time tantalizing, stimulating your already sultry sex, dampened to the deepest, darkest depths that he can fathom.
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The Code
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Cad Bane x F! Reader (Smut / Mildly Dubious Consent.)
Summary: You're a naïve bounty hunter, trying to earn a name for yourself, but you don't know anything about your new profession or its Code of Honor. You piss another hunter off by stealing his quarry; he sends you on a wild goose chase with the premise Cad Bane is an old man, retired, and it's time he paid his dues.
You realize too late he's no easy target, and he's out to teach you a lesson or two you won't soon forget.
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Damn you, Fennec Shand!
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Cad Bane x F! Reader (Smut / Mildly Dubious Consent / Sickfic.)
Summary: It had taken Cad Bane two days to get his ship into the air, whereas Todo 360 had failed to make appropriate repairs. The Justifier is going down over an icy planet, and you are one of its few residents. The Duros is in bad shape by the time you find him; it's getting darker; there is a storm brewing in the distance. Todo begs you not to let his Master die - you have a choice to make.
*This story takes place after the episode of Bad Batch entitled “ Bounty Lost” where Fennec Shand sabotages Cad Bane’s ship and leaves him stranded on Bora Vio. By the way he holds himself, it is evident he is injured. Well, I fuck him up even more.
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The Existential Crisis of an Elder Duros; or, “Had too much to drink.”
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Cad Bane alone with his own dark thoughts.
Summary: World-weary. No. Galaxy-weary. That’s a word you might put to it. The overwhelming, all-encompassing feeling of just being over it.
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Trigger Happy
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Cad Bane masturbates / Cad Bane x Fem! Reader (Involves fantasy scenarios.)
Summary: Cad Bane is alone on his ship in the darkness of deep space. He lets his mind wander to that soft mammalian skin, so warm and inviting. How easy it would be to bite and mark with his teeth...
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Patience is a Virtue
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Cad Bane x Male Reader (Smut/Mildly dubious.)
Summary: Revenge is a dish best served cold, by a cold-blooded, cold-hearted killer named Cad Bane. You hire him in hopes of seeking retribution on your crooked partner who is a crook, and you are too, dealing in priceless artifacts. The trail’s gone nearly cold as well, and the hunter’s getting restless; you promised him five-hundred-thousand credits, but you find yourself offering up something else to sate his appetite: yourself.
Ficlets (Fem!/ GN X Readers / Misc.): * Contains Smut
The lil’ lady’s house - Fluff.
The green-eyed monster - Cad is jealous of Hondo Ohnaka.
Daimyo Bane - Cad Bane is the Daimyo of Tatooine (AU).
The Storm - Gn! Cad Bane tries to comfort you / fluff.
Rub-A-Dub-Dub, Cad Bane's in a tub - Reader gives Cad a bath to help him slough off his dry scales.
Don’t bite Bane - Reader bites Bane and experiences his reaction. *
More than you can chew - Reader cockwarms Bane (first entry). *
Lemmie see - Gn! Fluff / “caretaking” when you cut your finger.
Smile - Gn! You give Cad Bane a compliment on his smile / fluff.
Only good girls get seconds - Fluff and a kiss. You try to steal Bane's toothpick.
sick till I see you - Gn! Cad Bane has had a tough time of it. He comes to you for a little TLC / fluff.
An Unlikely Muse - Gn! reader. You are an artist with an artist's block until Cad Bane comes to call. *
Headcanons:
Cad Bane Part 1
Cad Bane Part 2
Cad Bane Part 3
Cad Bane Part 4
Old man Bane has the horny
How does Cad Bane treat you if he loves you?
How does Cad Bane feel about marriage?
What kinds of things make Cad Bane happy?
Spiran caf
Only work as hard as you have to
My explanation of Cad Bane’s breathing apparatus.
Cad Bane's accent and voice modulation
Armorweave
Freelancer
Bane's scars
Bane’s favorite color :)
Jango Fett x Cad Bane, and its connection to Todo
Banaka / OPT
Love letters / Handwriting headcanon
Love bites and Banaka / blood bonds.
Loss of "virginity" and Duros anatomy discussion.
Duros sexuality
Duros dick
Extras:
Cad Bane Speech Patterns:
Cad Bane’s Arsenal:
Padawan Killer
Code of Honor
Reptilian?
Crosshair = Human Cad Bane. Now, imagine...
One smart cookie
Cad Bane mentored Boba Fett
Did Cad Bane work for the Ohnaka gang?!
Cad Bane and Hondo Ohnaka were friends.
Best Bounty Hunter
Bane's a sentimental bastard.
Cad Bane is complicated.
Gateway Duros
Jedi Path mention
Death / birth
Language is fun!
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It Just Makes Sense (Cad Bane x F!reader) 18+
Hey gang! A fic with smut! Who cheered!
Anyways, 18+. I’ve decided that my whole blog will be 18+, so please block me if you’re a minor, thanks!
≽^•⩊•^≼ Warnings: Smut, m receiving (f receiving in next chapter), female reader, dirty talk, mating cycles, Cad Bane
≽^•⩊•^≼ Please leave criticism! I’ll take anything, I just want to improve at writing
Cad Bane liked to consider himself above the primal instincts that resided in the core of every being. He was a hunter, of course, but a sophisticated one. That’s why this time of year, in the weeks leading up to his mating period, he was rather irritable. Quick to snap at Todo, reserved towards you, and overall angrier. It sucked. For you, specifically. You had only known Bane for a few rotations. You met him as you held a lot of information on one of his bounties, and you helped him catch the guy (rather gleefully, too, that man had stolen many credits from you). Bane took some pity on you, as your life resembled a lot of his youth, and invited you to work aboard his ship for a while. Your smarts and beauty would surely come in handy in trapping and luring potential bounties. And it had. But maker, you were wishing you could go back in time and not take this job. Credits be damned. Looking at his beautiful face be damned. Bane was being a dick. And he was getting worse everyday.
You had sympathy at first. You knew Duros mating periods were rough. You couldn’t imagine what it would be like to not feel like yourself, and giving into something that wasn’t you, but still, somehow was. But right now, Bane was taking it too far. He acted as if you couldn’t do anything right. Ship maintenance, cleaning, cooking, it was all wrong to him. And he brutally vocalized his displeasure. Your patience was wearing thin. Just one more week, you thought as you bit back your tongue from his recent snap, (“I don’t know why ah’ took you aboard, you can’t even clean a damn window right!”) just one more week until he’ll be down for a week in a pheromone crazed episode. Then I’ll be free from him, and he’ll come back normal.
You sighed as you sat back in the copilots seat, hesitantly turning to Bane. “Listen, your mating period is coming soon. Do you have any plans? Where are we gonna stop and wait, while you, y’know?” you began.
“Shuddup. Ah don’t wanna talk bout it with you.”
“Come on, please? It’s getting close now. You’re not the only one this affects. I really know nothing, and I need to make some plans. Do you need help with arrangements?”
“Ah don’t need your damn help! Jus’ stay out of the way and stop bein’ an idiot,” he shouted, before stalking out of the cockpit to his quarters.
You turned to Todo, whispering, “Is he always this much of an asshole before his mating period?”
Loud footsteps charged back into the cockpit. Oops. Not whispering quietly enough. You couldn’t even react before long fingers wrapped around your throat and lifted you from the copilots chair to standing on your tip-toes.
You gasped, while he growled, “You have no idea what this is like. I’ve handled it for almost thirty years before you, and I will handle it after you. Unless you want me to fuck you for a week straight, I suggest you be silent and stay out of the way.”
You only stared back with wide eyes.
He dropped you back into the seat and stalked off again. You didn’t dare to breathe.
Four days had passed since that incident. You hadn’t spoken to him. You knew he would never force you into anything, but he had also never been physical with you. He had scared you, plain and simple. You sighed as you sat on your bed in your quarters, fiddling with a sweater you were knitting, feeling rather bored. One of your favorite pastimes was annoying Cad Bane. But now, you were confined to isolation. Worse yet, you still had no idea what his plans were to take care of his mating period. Which was a problem, considering it was three days away. He was also becoming antsy (sexually). You had never heard him take care of himself before; he once joked that jacking off requires more effort than just walking into the nearest bar and finding someone to suck him off. You had heard him a few times at night in the past week, groaning and growling through the walls. You felt a wetness between your thighs at the memory. Maker, you wished you could hear him groan and growl in your ear, hands wrapping around your thighs as he spread you wider, pounding into you at a merciless pace as you could only whimper-
“Hey, lil’ lady,” Cad Bane interrupted your thoughts, standing in your doorway. You jumped out of your skin. “There’s a brothel on Nar Shaddaa that caters to species mating periods. We’re going there soon. You can just lay low on the ship for the week.”
You didn’t say anything, a look of fear etched on your face. You prayed that he didn’t suspect what was just running through your mind. Hopefully, he would leave soon, before his olfactory organs could pick up on your pooling wetness.
He sat down on the edge of your bed.
Shit.
He raised his head to the air, eyes closing, and basking in the scent of the room for a moment. “Doll, you can’t do this so close to. . . it’s unfair.”
You stayed quiet and wide-eyed, truly not knowing what to say next.
“Ah’ could really go for a lil’ taste, right now.”
You sucked in a breath, “Bane.”
He moves closer, taking your face in his fingers and forcing you took look at him, “It’s takin’ everything in me not to jump you right now, and pin you down while I fuck you so hard you can’t stop screaming,” he growls, before backing off as quickly as he had started toward you, “Course, then I wouldn’t let you leave, and you’d be stuck with me for a week.”
You were breathing heavy now. Lust clouded eyes meeting Banes’ own. His self control was truly impeccable. Three days, give or take, before he would enter a pheromone-filled, sex-crazed episode, and he was restraining himself.
“I’m setting a course for Nar Shaddaa,” he growled, standing, leaving your room and slamming your door.
Maybe a few months earlier, you would’ve left it at that. But you had grown closer to Bane, and you trusted him. And truth was, you were worried about him. Unlike Cad Bane himself, you were open with your emotions, and you wanted him in good hands during what you knew was a difficult time for him (also, the prospect of him undressed and wrapped up with someone else send jealous pangs through you). You maybe, possibly, had a tiny, itsy-bitsy crush on the Duros. The moment you laid eyes on him, you were down bad. And spending a few months in close proximity with him did not alleviate these feelings. You decided that you would proposition him for his cycle. It just makes sense.
You walked nervously into the cockpit. Cad Bane was sitting straight as a board in the captains chair, staring out at the hyperspace blue illuminating the front windows.
“Cad,” you started, the name foreign on your tongue. You didn’t call him by his given name, out of an unspoken sort of respect, but now you needed to truly, truly, speak with him.
“Go to your room. Now.”
You let out a shaky breath, “Listen-“
“If ya stay here any longer I can’t be held responsible for what happens to ya. It’s here earlier than I thought,” he drawled. “I want ya to go to your room and lock the door. Don’t let me in no matter what I say. We won’t make it to Nar Shaddaa in time, because I’ll be fully under in a few hours.”
“And what? You’ll go through it alone?”
“Yep. Grab some food and water for the week.”
“Wait, just wait, what if I do it?” you questioned, a bit frantically.
He said nothing, scoffing at your hasty proposition.
“I’m serious! Everyone knows how bad Duros breeding cycles can be. If you don’t have someone, you’ll be in hell. I don’t want that,” you pouted.
Internally, Cad Bane didn’t want to argue. The image of you under him, face twisted up in pleasure and completely at his mercy was difficult to pass up. But it’s a lot to ask of someone. You’d be exhausted by the end of it, bruised and busted. He’d get to reap all the benefits from it; a week of pleasure with a pretty person. Not to mention the possibility you could get pregnant, which neither of you could handle. But still, you were offering, and he’d be in hell otherwise.
“You understand what that entails?” he queried.
“Yes, sir,” you spoke softly. He shifted.
“Still, der are some things you gotta be clear with.”
You were feeling brave now. “Okay, but, what if we take the edge off first? Before we go through the details” you questioned, eyes gesturing to the bulge in his pants. He straightened up again, silent as all hell but letting out a curt nod, signaling his approval.
You lowered yourself to your knees. He watched you intensely, but remained unmoving and stiff. Gingerly, you undid his fly and pulled him out, already hard. You looked up at him with doe eyes, before kitten-licking his tip. He shifted and lightly hissed at the contact, bucking slightly. You licked again, and again, gradually licking longer stripes, as Bane’s resolve dissipated.
He growled, “Put me in your mouth. Stop teasin’ me.”
You complied. You were unfamiliar with Duros anatomy. His cock was long and ridged, and almost indigo in color. Maker, was he long. You felt a gush of liquid between your thighs at the fact. Surely, you’d see the bulge in your stomach when he split you open.
You worked Bane’s cock like your life depended on it. You bobbed your head up and down, hollowing out your cheeks and applying slick pressure with your hands where you just couldn’t reach. Filthy, wet sounds filled the room as you occasionally let him hit the back of your throat, tears welling in your eyes. You let out a couple of whimpers, which based on the way he growled and bucked in return, he greatly appreciated.
“It’s gettin’ close doll,” he let out in a strained voice, “swallow all of it.”
You whimpered in response. Cad Bane’s self-control snapped. He grabbed the back of your head, fingers wrapped up in strands of your hair, and forcefully guided you up and down his cock, moving you so fast you didn’t have time to breathe. Tears fell from your eyes. With barely a grunt as warning, he came, spilling past your tongue and down your throat. He held your head on his cock and didn’t allow you to move, forcing you to drink every last drop, moaning before each time you swallowed. And maker, was there a lot of his cum, and you knew it would definitely spill out of you in the future. Finally, your mouth slid off Bane’s cock, a strand of spit connecting your lip to his to his tip. Panting, you look up at him. Expecting to see a sated Bane, instead you were met with an even more lustful stare. You felt heat rise in your cheeks.
“Not bad, lil’ lady,” he began. “But I’m still hoping for that taste I was talkin’ about earlier.”
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Could I request Cad Bane with a shy/introverted reader please? Preferably gender neutral or female. Thank you so much!!!! 💕💖
Oh hey a request that’s been lost in my drafts 😅 so sorry the wait and hope this is okay for you ♥️
Chin Up
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Cad Bane X GN!Reader
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Working in a Cantina on a backwater planet washing dishes wasn’t the fabulous life you had set out for yourself but when a worker goes ill and you have to step in to serve its patrons, you wasn’t aware you would be serving one of the most famous Bounty Hunters in the galaxy.
warnings: none, readers boss being a jerk. Shy/introverted reader, I’m a sucker for badass soft Cad, pet names and cad being a lil flirty
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Another plate, another bowl, another spoon, another this, another that.
As you duck your hands underneath the soapy water to clean yet - what is it this time? A fork - you were in a world of your own as you tried to imagine this shift to go quicker. What you didn’t realise until a rag was thrown at your head was that your boss, an angry looking Besalisk called Melv, had been shouting at you for the last few minutes only for you to have completely ignored him.
“S-sorry what?” You stammer pathetically, tossing the fork to the side and wiping your hands against your apron to get the suds off as you walk towards him.
“You’re needed out front on the floor. Di has had to go off sick.” He orders without a second glance whilst you stood there wide-eyed and shaken to the fore with nerves.
“The floor? But I’ve never-.”
“I don’t care. Get serving! And make sure you don’t wear the apron either.” He snaps with a wave of one of his four hands and you look down to see your food covered apron and take on his advice with removing it. Then again it wouldn’t matter anyway, the place is a disgusting mess.
You’re dawdling at the door that led out to where the patrons and bar were and your heart was racing as fast as light speed. You were so used to being behind the scenes where you knew you wouldn’t have to speak to anyone you didn’t know aside from the kitchen staff. One of the reasons you took this job was to earn money and stay out of the way from rude and ignorant customers but yet here you are.
Eventually you found your courage and walked out, loitering behind the bar as you watched the main bar keep, a droid, serve drinks to those sitting at the bar. All you had to do apparently was collect glasses and pass drinks over to those at tables. Seemed easy enough.
You’re around twenty minutes in and everything seems to be going okay. Nobody spoke to you and let you do your thing but as you’re collecting some cups from a nearby table, your eyes catch a glimpse of a lone and tall figure sitting in a booth in the corner.
His head was looking down and you were certain that he was just a sleeping patron until you silently walked towards his table and began to clear the empty glasses from the previous patrons. The voice that came next sent an unpleasant or even pleasant chill up and down your arms. It was slightly modulated but very rich and very deep.
“I’ll have ma usual when you’re ready, sweet thing.”
You halted, hand only just touching a glass when you see him look up at you from under the brim of his hat. Once again, the chills came.
Blood red eyes penetrated your own seemingly average coloured ones. His skin was a cold looking blue and he donned a toothpick between his lips. You could see he was heavily armed and you definitely found that you didn’t want to get on the wrong side of him.
“S-sorry?” You rolled your eyes mentally at your stammer and stood straighter, placing the glass on a tray you were carrying round with you and watched as he craned his neck to the side. He’s watching you, deeply and intently and you had a horrible feeling that you were suddenly wearing no clothes like what happens in dreams.
“My usual. When you’re ready.” He drawled before twisting the toothpick around in his mouth and you grow hot under your collar as you see him smirk. “Sweet thing.”
You let out a shuddering breath you had not realised you were holding but quickly nodded and scuttered away behind the bar. It soon dawned on you that you didn’t realise what his usual ever was! Was it a drink? Food?
Since you had been on the floor you had not realised that the cantina recently got an onslaught of customers and so the bar was considerably busier than before.
You try to explain to the droid about the issue with the man in the corner but obviously he was busy with other orders and instead tells you how to infact make his drink.
It was a concoction of different liquors and mixers, most you had never heard of but nevertheless you made the drink. Was it in the right order? Was there enough ice? Too much? Too little? Did he even have ice?
You inspect your creation and just take a deep breath before walking back to the man. You had a feeling that he saw you coming because once in his eyeline, he sits up a little straighter and watches as you place the drink down in front of him.
He says nothing at first and instead stares at it for a moment too long for your liking. Oh no, it’s wrong. It’s so wrong your mind goes wild with negative thoughts. A breath is stuck in your throat as he raises the glass to his lips, takes a sip, a minute one, before placing it back down. “Interesting.”
You gulp. “Is everything okay… sir?”
He blinks up at you and again, tilts his head. “You’re new here, ain’t ya?”
Shifting in your spot you can only nod, tucking your now fidgeting fingers behind your back. “I wouldn’t say new. I’ve been here for around three months.” You reply after eventually finding your voice.
“Tha’s interestin’.” He says nothing more and you were unsure if you should leave or not.
You were nervous, no doubt about it. You were often reserved and a shy individual anyway so to have this dark yet alluring presence in front of you, you somehow couldn’t find yourself retreating. Then again, you definitely did not want to come across as rude. Then you thought about what he said and how it was apparently ‘interesting’ which piqued your curiosity.
“Interesting how?” It came out more cocky than it did curious so you felt yourself shrink into yourself and mumble a swift apology.
Instead, he ignores your question. “Do ya know who I am?”
Oddly enough, this sent chills down your spine. Should you? Should you not?
“Should I?”
He’s surprised to say the least but doesn’t let his face show it. As one of the most renowned bounty hunters in the galaxy, it was rare for Cad to come across someone who did not know him or better yet, someone he didn’t know. Which was why he was slowly getting intrigued by you.
He finally removes his toothpick away from his lips and lazily flicks it onto the table, resting both his arms over the back of the booth. “Nah. Best ya don’t.”
You’re both looking at each other and you watch him take another sip of his drink, arching his brow bone. “Did you make this?”
You nodded quickly and for a moment you swore he smiled. But, then he stopped and placed the drink back down. “I’ll leave ya to get back to work, darlin’. Don’t get into trouble on my account.”
For some reason you didn’t want to go back. By the way he talked it seemed like everything he said was a threat or condescending and you innocently none the wiser. You had wanted to ask again if the drink was okay, but you knew better than to prod at the customers so with your tail between your legs, you scurry back behind the bar and kept your head down.
Every now and then you’d glance up towards the stranger, just to see if he was there or had moved on and to your both horror and surprise, his gaze was trained on you. The chills were back but still you sweated under the collar and he raised his glass to you, almost cockily and you felt your legs shake.
Half hour passes and you’re wiping down the bartop when Melv marches out of the kitchen, past you and surprisingly towards the man in the corner. You tried not to be nosey but as your feet carried you to the other side of the bar where you were now considerably closer to the pair, you were well within ear-shot of the conversation.
From what you heard, this man was bad business. Very bad. A Bounty Hunter. One would think that they were good and to a degree they were; help keeping some safe from trouble they’ve gotten into but then again… sometimes it’s the latter.
You couldn’t tell much of what was being said but you were not too surprised to hear that Melv was in some kind of trouble. Big trouble.
“I need those credits by tonight. I’m done waitin’ round for ya to get your head out of the ground.” His voice was low and very dangerous. Obviously, Melv owed him money but you decided to keep wondering rather than ask. After all, he would probably fire you on the spot.
Eventually they moved onto something else and something quite boring so you occupied yourself by cleaning the glasses but when Melv began to question the drink Cad was having, you had two pairs of eyes on you.
“Oi! Get here now!” The glass in your hand almost shattered in your grasp as you jumped at your boss's rumbling voice. Your eyes are wide, horrified but do as you say and make your way over to the men with your heart in your throat.
“Did you make Mr. Bane this drink?”
Mr Bane. Great. He hates it. He thinks it’s foul and did not have the balls to tell me. Fucking Bounty Hunters. Like before, you tuck your hands behind your back to hide your fidgeting fingers and you nodded, not having the nerve to speak as of yet.
“Did you not think that should be left to the professionals? The ones I bloody hired for the job?” Melv raises his voice and you grow embarrassed as you begin to notice that other patrons were looking at the exchange.
You shift and look at Melv and this ‘Bane’. “The droid told me to make it because it was busy… I, uh, probably didn’t follow the correct recipe.” You breathe out shakily and you lock eyes with the other man. “I’m sorry you didn’t like it.”
Cad says nothing. Instead, he looked at the agitated Besalisk who was throwing daggers at you with his eyes. “See Bane, this is why I need to get outta here. Can’t have fools like this one keep messing this place up.” He gauffers, shaking his head. “They’re just a dishwasher anyway.”
The Duros slowly nods his head and then gazes back at you. “Why are ya behind the bar if your job is in the kitchen?” His question is not rude, not that you’re aware but he sounded genuinely curious.
Awkwardly, you pointed a finger to Melv for a second. “He told me to.” It was true, wasn’t it?
“I didn’t tell you to serve-.”
“Yes you did!”
Your temper had now risen and you felt no shame in snapping at your boss. All he did was ridicule you and treat you like the bantha dung under his feet. “You told me to ‘get serving’ because your other staff went off. I had no other choice.” You huffed, chest heaving a little as your anger flared up but you knew straight away that you would be fired before the night is done.
“Apologise.” Cad says aloud. He’s looking at you again, eyes a little narrower than before but his posture was much stiff.
“I’m sorry for snapping-.”
“Not you. Him.” Cad cocks his head to the side and that’s when Melv began to stutter in complete bewilderment.
“Me?! For what?!”
Cads eyes moved to him as Melv crossed all four arms over his chest like a petulant child that just had his sweeties stolen off him. “For lyin’ and trying to embarrass them.” He says simply and you watch in awe as he pulls a toothpick from his pocket and plops it into his mouth.
“R-right, well I forgot that I said that,” he rubs the back of his scaly head nervously but growls literally at you, “but Cad, I will not have staff ruin your day with a bad drink!” He tries to insist but the Duros leaned forward a little and swiped up the glass and took yet another swig of it.
“I didn’t say I didn’t like the drink. In fact, I like it made better this way.”
Both you and Melv pulled the same face; complete and utter shock.
“Y-you do?”
“YOU DO?” Melv was beside himself at this point. He was sweating and oh so nervous. It felt brilliant.
Cad nods. “Yah, I do. You just started to run your damn mouth.” His voice has raised this time and you see Melv flinch as if something had pressed into his back. “Now apologise.”
Melv hesitated, licking his lips and catching his shaking breath before he looked at you with none short of resentment and muttered, “Sorry.”
“Do ya forgive ‘im?” Cad then questions you, eyes intense.
“Nothing to forgive.” Oddly enough, you felt more confident in yourself but largely due to this Cad Bane. You were not one to hold grudges and it seemed that Melv had enough on his plate already than have Cad, whatever he intended to do with him, to deal with.
“Good… good. Get goin’ Melv and remember what I said. I want ma damn money.” Melv tumbled out of the booth and splat onto the floor and that’s when you see the blaster that had been pointed to his back be tucked away into a holster.
You step aside to let Melv hurry back to the kitchen and that’s when you turn back to Bane to see him stand, towering over you quite literally with a hand lazily resting on his weapons belt. “Ya alrigh’?”
You felt your mouth run dry at this sudden closeness, unaware of how unusual it is for Cad to be ‘friendly’. “Uh, yeah. Thanks for that but I think I may have no job in the morning.” You say with a soft yet nervous laugh.
The Duros hums in little amusement. “Nah. He won’t fire ya.”
“Did you actually like the drink I made you? You don’t have to lie to me.” Your tone was sort of hopeful and you watched as he grabbed the drink and swilled the rest of it down his throat and handed the glass over to you.
“I liked it a lot. Best I’ve had since I’ve been comin’ ‘ere.” He’s honest with you and likes the way your face lit up at the compliment. In fact, he liked it a lot.
You’re just staring at him at this point and once he cocks his brow as if to say ‘what you looking at?‘, you tell him you should go and get back to work.
“Very well but word of advice?”
“Sure.”
A sudden wave of warm shoots through your body as Cad tucks a finger under your chin and tilts your head up ever so slightly with an irritatingly attractive smirk on his lips. “Stop bein’ shy and jeep this sweet face up. You’re good at ya job.”
You’re bright red and you know you can’t hide it from him. You wouldn’t be surprised if he could feel the warmth of your face radiating under his touch. “I’m n-not sure about that.”
“Well be sure of it.” He’s stern with his words, touch a little more tense than before but it soon softens as he continues to say, “I wanna see ya workin’ out front again. And I want ya to make me that drink again.”
Breathing softly in awe you nod your head slowly. “Of course, Mr.Bane.”
He pulls away from you and subtly tips the brim of his hat to you. “Just Cad will do fine, sweetie. When I come back I also hope to take ya out one night. If you’ll have me?”
Not only has he saved your rear from getting fired but he’s given you advice, defended you against your boss and liked the drink you made him - but he was now asking you on a possible date? How more crazy can this shift get?!
“I’ll have to think about it.” You smile teasingly and he loves it, strives for it.
“Keepin’ me on ma toes? Love to see it…” he moves past you, hand ever so gently brushing against your arm and you liked to think it was something intimate for him.
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Hey, what's the proper, like, notation? if I'm writing cad bane x reader but I'm "assigning" the reader the role of a young female Duros? Iv'e never written x reader before. Femme duros reader? AFAB duros?
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Cellmates | Cad Bane (with a side of Obi-wan)
HAH WERENT EXPECTING THAT WERE YOU!?
Note: Cad Bane saved you and you've saved him, and in respect of that you do anything asked or requested of you- but you'd gladly give up your life
Warnings: past reader trama
Y/n laughed, fingers running over the rim of her hat.
"Jedi? Oh please." Y/n spoke, "and me? A jedi? please Bane. I knew you were funny, but not this funny."
"I know a Jedi when I see one." Cad Bane argued in return as the two southern dressed bounty hunters stood leaning against the wall.
She chuckle once more, the tube of red lipstick in her hand as she pulled out the shard of mirrior she kept on her.
"Please. If Im a jedi. Im a pretty bad one, with all there- ugh- rules, how do you even live." Y/n told, "Im no pawn. So even if I was a Jedi, I'd of left by now."
Applying the red lipstick to her lips, it tainted her lips a blood red.
"What you think bane? Should I try blue?" Y/n spoke closing the lipstick tube, the top clicking on.
"You'd look stupid in blue."
"You should be glad I like you so much. Last time someone said Orange looked stupid on me I-"
"Shot them straight in the balls." He finsihed, "I was there."
Y/n smiled as she cleaned up thr line of the lipstick, wipping away any extra as she smiled.
"Well then like that day, we need drinks, Whiskey is what we sip after all." Y/n smiled, putting away her things as she leaned back onto the building.
"If your buyin."
"Of course."
The two looked back out from there hiding spot within the bar.
They were waiting for jedi, specifically Obi Wan Kenobi and Anakin Skywalker. Y/n found the job odd, why would two jedi go to a bounty hunter filled bar? Perhaps for a lead?
Y/n shrugged it off as she heard a 'Well Well Well,' from her side in Kyuzo.
She turned her head seeing Embo.
'What's Bullet Red doin out here?' Embo teased, his native language a an odd sound, but none the less intriguing, as his arm leaned against the wall, trapping her under him.
"Manage your flings off the job would you?" Cad Bane spoke as Y/n chuckled.
"Run along Embo, We'll talk later." Y/n told him fingers grazing his cheek as she pushed his shoulder away teasingly.
He released a disappointing sound as a hand went out in attempts to convince.
"Sorry Embo. Work first." She teased.
"They're here." Bane spoke, "so get rid of him or I will."
"Atleast Im blending in." Y/n pulled her attention from Embo, "you on the other hand stick out like a hutt."
She returned her attention to Embo, his fingers holding her chin softly as they contuined there discussion.
Cad Bane rolling his eyes and returning to actual work, watching the two cloaked Jedi sit, and a Rodian come over and sit infront of them.
Cad Bane watched the three, it was a short conversation as the jedi were handed something and then got up, walking off together.
Turning around to get Y/n, the two still talking as Embo had a hand on her waist.
"We're leavin!"
She was yanked from Embo's grasp as she yelped.
"Hey!" She complained, Cad Bane pulled her along, "I was about to get a date out of him- You know how hard it is to get a date as a bounty Hunter?"
"You won't be having that date if we loose the bounty! We need what them Jedi have." Bane argued.
"Fine." She agreed as they went, following closely behind the Jedi, as they turned down the alley way, Y/n took a different turn as she climbed up the buildings side, going to the other end of the alley way. Dropping down infront of them the two jedi paused.
"Hello Boys." Y/n smiled.
Both immediately took out there sabers as Y/n pulled her hat off, "an honor."
She curtsied bowing her head as her hat was pressed to her chest.
"They call me Bullet Red boys."
"And why's that?" Anakin argued, annoyed with the situation.
"Because her bullets make you bleed."
The men turned around as Bane stood a hand on his blaster which sat inside its holsters.
"So you're the one pumping people full of led." Anakin spoke.
"I am," Y/n spoke pulling out her gun as she cocked it back, "what are you gonna do about it pretty boy?"
Well. They did something about it forsure. Y/n sighed as she was chained to the ships floor as Bane sat across from her.
"Now look where your loud mouth got us!" Bane growled.
"Oh please? Me? I saved your ass!" Y/n argued.
"You? Please! If your head wasnt in the clouds with pretty boys!"
Y/n glared at him, "oh please? What do you take me for?!"
"A whore! What else do you expect me to think of you as?!"
Y/n didn't yell back, but slumped and leaned back against the wall, it stayed silent for a while, and even the Jedi had come to interrogate them.
"What do the Hutts want from you?" Obi-wan questioned.
"We don't associate with the hutts." Bane lied, anger lacing his voice.
"I wasn't asking you."
"Yeah. I know them. Why?!" Y/n argued.
"You have a pretty high bounty on your head Bullet Red." Obi-Wan spoke, "that the hutts put on you. If a scratch was put on you the hunter would loose there head."
"Yeah I know." Y/n defended.
"Tell us what you know about them and we'll let you go."
"Unlike Jedi I dont leave a man behind!" Y/n argued, "You let both of us go! Or no information!"
"Anakin." Obi-wan spoke.
Anakin held a hand up as Y/n kept her gaze to the floor.
"It won't work." Y/n told her as Anakin only focused on her harder.
"I told you it dont work!" Y/n shouted as he growled lowering his hand.
"The force is strong with her."
"Oh I know."
"You liar!" Bane shouted kicking her in the leg, "You told me you aint no Jedi!"
"Im not a Jedi!" Y/n shouted back at him.
"Then how do you explain being one with this crazed force?!"
"This is more entertaining than interagagting them." Kenobi responded as they listened to the argument.
"Im no Jedi!" Y/n defended, "I'm like you! A bounty Hunter-"
"You aint ever gonna be like me!" Bane argued, "risking your neck for others- you never learn do you? You should've learned that much from spending time with the hutts!"
"You think I wanted to spend time! Chained up! At the bottom of a Hutts throne- them Slimey bastards took everything from me! Everything!" Y/n shouted at Bane, "It wasnt till you showed up one day that I understood that someoen could be nice even if he was a massive blue red eyed fuck face!"
"You're pushin my buttons now Lady!"
"And you've been pushin mine!"
They growled at each other as Bane kicked her in the leg and she kicked back.
"You should be glad I can't reach your crotch! Or I'd gladly rip off your cock and shove it down your throat!"
The two bickered back and forth.
"What happened to the prestigious bounty hunters," Obi Wan started.
"Can it!" The two yelled at him as they contuined arguing.
"You have no feelings! All you care about is credits!"
"Caring about credits is a feeling Lady! All you care about is if your in someones damned bed-"
"I told you Im not a whore!"
"Sure are actin like it!"
"Men! I swear! Please tell me you arent like this atleast?!" Y/n spoke turning her attention towards the Jedi.
"No?"
Y/n rolled her eyes at Anakins unsure tone, "Well I forsure know that Cad Stupid Blue mother clanker Bane! Is a prick in my ass!"
"Big talk for a little lady!"
"Im taller than you!"
There was a hard rock of the ship throwing everyone off the conversation as a blaring sound went off.
"Looks like we're being attacked!" Anakin shouted as Obi-wan ran after him.
So there they were again. Sitting in two cells. This time accompanied by Obi wan and Anakin.
"Nice going." Y/n spoke rolling her eyes as she was chained to Obi-wan forced to face him.
"Like you could do any better."
"I probably could,"
"Which is why you should be with the order rather than the guild." Obi-wan told her.
"Don't think about puttin nonsense into her head!" Cad Bane shouted at Obi-wan as he was chained to Anakin in the cell across from them.
"I have my reasons." Y/n told Kenobi.
"I don't mean to pry but-"
"Its fine. I was in the order at one point as a child, yet. I got kidnapped at my most vulnerable. I. Had gotten my heart broken. No need in living if the thing you care about is dead. Master Jaro was a good teacher. But I failed him...miserably." y/n told obi-wan, "So. Jabba bought me. I was basically a slave waiter until I got older then I was-"
"An intercourse slave." Spoke under his breath
Y/n nodded, "guess I was lucky though, I was "top quality" so not many got to touch me....not without his permission anyways."
"I'm. Sorry, that you consider such horrible things lucky. I may not understand but- I-" Kenobi sighed, "I may not understand but that does not mean I cannot help you, come back to the temple. With Anakin, with me."
Y/n looked towards there cell, the two looking like they wanted to shoot and stab one another.
She sighed as she looked back at him, "as much as it may not seem, I can't leave Bane. I've tried..."
"Then this time do. Not try." He tried to persuade.
"I cant do that. We. We owe ourselves to each other-"
"Your. Married?"
"Ew no." Y/n protested, "I think Im gonna hurl."
"I would too." Kenobi agreed with a chuckle.
Y/n chuckled, "no, but we've saved each other. Alot. I owe myself and him that much and he agrees. So a very very strained-"
"Brother and sister relationship."
Brother and sister?
"Yeah." Y/n responded, "I suppose..."
"It is hard to leave the people you love behind." Obi-wan told her, "I understand that much. And respect you for that."
Y/n smiled, "and I respect you for what you believe in. I know it is hard watching ones you love fade."
Obi was smiled smally and nodded, he had never thought he'd be able to respect a bounty hunter on such a level.
"Stay on your side of the cell!" Anakin argued.
"Its a little hard Being chained together! When you keep pullin!" Bane argued
Y/n sighed as she looked at Obi-wan.
"I suppose we should escape?" Y/n questioned.
"Yes that would be nice."
The two focused on the others cuffs, they coming loose as Obi-wan stood up, helping her up.
"Thank you sir."
"Anytime."
"Now for us to get past that sheild-"
Obi-wan was intruppted by the sheild coming down, Y/n over by a wall with a panel off as she had pulled the wires apart.
"Easy enough." Y/n responded as they walked over to the others cell.
"Great! Get me out of here!" Bane snapped.
"I don't know. Im seeming to like Obi-wan as a partner now." Y/n responded, "General?"
"How could I deny a new partner?" Obi-wan contuined with a smile.
"Hey!" Anakin protested.
"Very well. Come along lets take the ship." Y/n responded as her and Obi-wan left to storm the ship.
"Get back here L/n!" Bane shouted at her as her and Obi-wan only continued forward.
"L/N!" Bane shouted as the doors closed behind her retreating form, "damn it!"
"Im not to thrirlled to be stuck in here with you either." Anakin seethed.
"Can it jedi!"
"You wanna go bounty hunter?!"
"Any place any time!"
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childhood friends
summary: Boba Fett contacts an old friend to help him out in Mos Espa. Together they fight. (Y/n) quickly develops an stronger bond with Din Djarin.
pairings: Din Djarin x Reader, Boba Fett, Fennec Shand
warnings: !SPOILERS! canon typical violence, fighting, some angst, fluff
words: 1413
a/n: kind of inspired by this post and me being obsessed with clones and buir skirata lol
MASTERLIST REQUEST RULES
“You should really check the backdoor!“
Every single weapon inside the ruins of the Sanctuary aims at her; Fennecs modified sniper rifle, Bobas blaster rifle as well as Dins blaster. For one moment, the air is so thick, no one dares to breathe. Then Boba laughs warmly, lowers his blaster and approaches (Y/n). While Fennec follows the lead of the Daimyo, Din keeps his visor focused on the stranger. He watches Boba welcome her with a tight hug, even picking her up a bit. A keldabe kiss follows.
With a wide smile on his lips, Boba turns around, one arm still around (Y/n)s shoulders. “This is (Y/n) Skirata, my friend and our reinforcement“, Boba introduces her. Finally, Din lowers his blaster too and replaces it to his thigh holster. The female Mandalorian lowers her gaze to greet Bobas friends, at the same time reaching for her helmet and removing it. That doesn‘t really surprise Din at all, Boba showed him there are more ways than one to be a real Mandalorian.
“Fennec“, (Y/n) smiles cheekily and winks at the sniper. Fennec only rolls her eyes and turns back to the entrance, watching out for any possible danger. The two of them seem to have got a past together, still Boba and (Y/n) seem closer, like they know each other for decades. Only Din has no idea who she is, but right now he is more interested in solving the conflict in Mos Espa. However, Din has to admit that (Y/n) looks rather gorgeous under her helmet.
The three Mandalorians and the sniper stand in the ruins of the Sanctuary, waiting for messages of their allies and or action from the Pyke Syndicate. For a long time nothing happens, still no one dares to interrupt said silence. Then a hooded figure approaches the bombed cantina. The second Boba recognizes the hat which belongs to Cad Bane, he grabs (Y/n) by the biceps and drags her back inside the Sanctuary. “You stay here. Keep your thoughts of revenge to yourself. He is not worth it. I will sort that out, do you understand me?“
“They were your brothers too. How can you keep so calm? He killed dozens of them! He deserves to die!“, (Y/n) whisper yells with much emotion. One might even see tears in her eyes. Hopelessly, she tries to get out of Bobas firm grip to kill Cad Bane, who murdered so many clones, so many family members.
“And he will, ad‘ika!“, Boba returns with a smile. He pats (Y/n)s cheek with his gloved hand and then leaves her in the middle of carbonized wreckage and bodies. She takes a deep breath. Her mind tells her to listen to her childhood best friend, but her heart screams for revenge. (Y/n) has hardly taken a step forward when a hand gets placed on top of her chest armor. The strange Mandalorian, Din as she remembers Boba calling him in his holo message, stops her. “This won’t make you feel any better. Boba knows what he does.“
“I don‘t think so. He once punched me in the face while I was still wearing my helmet. A Mandalorian should know the quality of pure beskar“, (Y/n) grumbles as she shrugs Dins hand off her armor. With her blaster in hand, she takes position at a bigger opening and aims at the head of Cad Bane. She hesitates, even more when the stupid stubborn Mandalorian rests a hand on her blaster and pushes it down. “He might deserve it, but if you pull that trigger, war will come way faster.“
(Y/n) rolls her eyes because Din is right and replaces her blaster to its holster. She leans against a stone, eventually sitting down on the dusty floor. The voices of Boba and his old enemy reach the destroyed walls of the Sanctuary, currently everything seems calm.
“Who did he kill?“, Din asks silently. Now and then his gaze wanders from the two men outside to the female Mandalorian at his feet. The helmet is back on top of her head, probably to cover up every emotion. Slowly, the visor tilts aside as if to consider if (Y/n) wants to tell this stranger something so personal. Looking at their current situation, they could be dead by tomorrow, so (Y/n) starts talking.
“My family. My brothers. Clones“, (Y/n) answers in few words. The faces of dead men appear in front of her inner eye. She misses them deeply and wishes to avenge them. “My father brought me with him to train them. That is how I met Boba. We kind of grew up together.“
Din opens his mouth to return something, but Boba already returns, explaining their next steps. Fennec leaves them to cut off the snakes head. Boba, Din and (Y/n) stay in the Sanctuary and wait for the best. But soon the worst arrives: more than a dozen Pykes. While Boba and Din discuss about honor and the right way, (Y/n) arms herself.
“Could you stop flirting for a moment?“, she asks snarky and steps in between the two Mandalorians to throw a grenade in front of the Pykes feet. The war starts. At first, the Mandalorians fight well and kill many Pyke soldiers, but eventually they get overrun. (Y/n) gets shot in the thigh and falls to the ground. Din covers her, trying his best to stay uninjured himself.
The moment the three are at their breaking point, kneeling on the floor, hope returns with the people of Freetown. Din drags (Y/n) behind their land speeder and is quick to treat her injury. Her blood paints his gloves, yet he presses a hand to her thigh while the other one rips a piece of his cape. As Din tightens the cloth around (Y/n)s injured leg, she groans under her helmet, but also thanks him for taking care of her.
For one second there was hope for them, but then these huge droids appeared and started bombarding the soldiers of the great Daimyo. Most run for their lives, only the Mandalorians stick together until (Y/n) gets an idea. “Boba, get your new lovely pet. And we…do our best.“ Boba nods without saying a word and leaves them.
With Dins arm around her waist, (Y/n) manages to run from the droids because fighting them has no use. Again and again they are almost hit, the blast letting them fall over a few times. At last, Din pulls (Y/n) into a house. They entrench themselves in there, hoping for the best. A small loophole allows them to frantically shoot at the droids.
“If we survive this, I will kill Boba myself for requesting me here on this stupid sandy planet“, (Y/n) growls as she leans her head against the wall, sitting next to the Mandalorian and waiting for the droids to stop blasting at their shelter. The visors of their helmets meet and both smile, not knowing the other does.
“I‘ll help you“, Din returns with a chuckle and starts shooting again. His few blaster bolts are quickly followed by another bombardment. He sighs exhausted, not knowing what to do right now. Walking out of their hideout will definitely kill one of them, so waiting is the best option right now, waiting for Boba to return with reinforcements.
“Hey, what ship do you have?“, (Y/n) asks randomly. She has taken off her helmet and is now smiling directly at Din, who is rather confused. They are in the middle of a war and this strange woman asks him about his ship. After some time, he opens his mouth, knowing this conversation might distract from death waiting outside.
“N-1 Starfighter.“ “Pre Empire? I like that!“ “Have you got a ship?“ “Of course! A Razor Crest, not as fast as your starfighter, but more room and-“ “You fly a Razor Crest?“ “Yes, that‘s what I just said.“
Din has to suppress a laugh. The female Mandalorian instantly becomes ten times more sympathetic to him. “After this is done, you can come with me for a short ride“, (Y/n) suggests as she realizes Dins fascination. Before she replaces her helmet, she smiles cheekily and even winks at him. Then she turns her focus back on the droids.
“I would love to“, Din whispers and aims his blaster back at the droids. Both want this fight to end, not just because of their shared friend Boba, but also to get to know each other better and go on that trip with (Y/n)s Razor Crest.
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She Walks with Passion
Pairing: Cad Bane X Female Reader
Rating: M, for smut.
Notes: First Cad Bane fic, so please be gentle. Couldn't get this bastard out of my head since that BoBF episode.
You were walking down the streets of Mos Espa when you felt a chill down you neck. You look look behind you, but didn'tne see anyone. You still felt that same uneasiness as you look around, then you cursed under your breath.
Kriff.
Someone found you.
OK, sure you might have robbed some nobles on Coruscant and some Crime lords here on Mos Espa, but you thought you at least had some time to get away. You quicken your pace, trying to out walk your pursuer. But you still heard footsteps behind you. You quickly ran into an alley, trying to find a window or some balcony that could climb on to. You then heard spurs behind you and you whirl around.
You see a duro with a big hat pointing a blaster at you.
“Ah hell.”
There was a blue flash and then your vision went black.
***
you wake up slowly, groaning. You sit up slowly and noticed you hands in binders. You started to struggle with your binders when a deep voice piped up.
“I wouldn't do that if I were you, girly.”
You looked up at the source of the voice and your breath hitched.
Standing there with his arms crossed was that duro you saw int he alleyway. He stared at you with red eyes and you gulp.
“Y-Youre Cad Bane.” you said breathlessly. Hell, there is no one in the galaxy that doesn't know who Cad Bane is. You looked over his form and gulped again.
“Man, he is hotter that I thought.”
You were pulled out of your thoughts when Bane roughly pulled you up. He started to drag you towards the front of his ship.
“You gave me a hell of a hard time looking for your, girl.” he growled out “You kept slipping in and out of security so damn fast, it was like chasing a womp rat.”
You grinned at the insult, glad that your prowess as a thief was making waves. He then plopped you in a seat and went back to the controls.
“Soooo, where exactly are you taking me?
“Nevarro. Its a drop-off there, then off to prison for you.”
“OOO, which one?”
Bane side-eyed you, probably wondering why you were so giddy about jail.
“The central detention center.”
You wrinkled your nose at that
“Seriously? They could at least put me somewhere a little more challenging.” You huffed. You then stood up and dropped the binders you just got out of on Banes lap.
“I think you need these.” you said, as you walked out of the cockpit, wanting to stretch your legs.
You looked around the ship, trying to get a sense of the bounty hunters living space. He leaves very little out and very organized; a pragmatic man and minimalist to the core. You hummed as you looked around when something caught your eye.
His hat.
The wide brimmed hat that was the Duros personal signature. You try it on and giggled when it went over your eyes.
“Put that down”
You lift up the hat and see Bane glaring at you.
“Mmmm, nope. I think i might just keep it.” you said as you twirled the hat.
Bane growled as he tried to grab his hat but you kept it out of his reach. He snarled as he kept trying to grab it but you laughed as you kept it out of his reach. He suddenly body slammed you, sending you both falling to the floor. You groaned when you hit the floor, which Bane took his hat back swiftly and put it on his head. He stiffened when you wrapped your legs around his waist.
You both stare at each other and you smiled.
“See something you like, cowboy?” you whispered.
He leaned forward, your face inches from you.
“And what if I do, little lady?”
An idea wormed into your mind, its sound crazy and it might not go the way you want, but it would be so worth it if it did.
“Welll, we have a long way to reach Nevarro. We could...fill that time.”
You could see the gears turning in his head and he raises an eyebrow.
“ Are you sure you want to do that, girlie?”
“Hey, we are already worked up and its kinda been a long dry spell for me.” You said, cheekily, rubbing your foot on his hip.
Bane smiled, showing all his sharp teeth. He suddenly stands up, taking you with him. He slams you to wall, his chest against your back, trapping you.
“You sure you can take me, darling?” he rasped, siding his tongue over your pulse point, making you shudder. You could feel his hands run down your thighs, the thin cloth of your leggings making your skin tingle.
“How much do you want it?” he growled, his hands going to your chest, rubbing one of your breasts. You can feel his teeth on the nape of your neck, giving little nips. You moan deeply and he chuckled.
“You got to use your words, darling,” he drawled.
Oh kriff, you are soaking. You haven't been this turned on in ages; maker, and his voice, just makes it ten times more arousing.
“Yes, kriff, I want it. I want it.” you moaned out, “I want it so bad.”
Bane chuckled as he slid his hand down you leggings into your panties. He cupped your sex and you groan loudly.
“So wet.” he whispered in your ear, as he added another finger, moving them around. “You're burning up darling. It really has been a long dry spell for you.”
He nipped your ear, making you buck and moan louder.
“Kriff...fuck...keep doing that.”
“Keep doing what, girlie?” he said, “I need specifics”
“K-Keep talking.” you said, “Your voice...it turns me on.”
He stopped moving moving and cupped your face with his other hand, making you look at him, as thought he was trying to see if you were lying. He must not, cause his fingers starts moving faster.
“Oh fuck!” you screamed.
“Such a hot little pussy you have.” he growled, “So wet for me and hungry.”
You gasped as he moved his fingers settled on you clit, rubbing it vigorously.
“You cant get enough, can't ya, you horny little thing?”
Your hips jerk to take more of his fingers, but the hand on your hip kept you still. You nearly sob when he pulls his fingers away, but stiffen when you felt your pants and underwear pull down to your ankles. You gasped when you feel a cold cock rubbing your entrance.
“You ready for me, darlin?”
“Yes, fuck maker, give it to me!” you gasped
He slowly put his cock in you, both of you groaning from your tightness. He starts with slow thrusts, but he started to grow faster after hearing your lovely sounds.
“Fuck, yer so tight.” he groaned, “It really has been a long time for you. Poor little thing.”
Bane suddenly ripped open you shirt, roughly grabbing your breasts as he kneaded them. You moaned loudly from the feel of his calloused hands on your skin.
“I'll fix you right up. Give yer the pounding ya need,” he growled, nipping your neck, “That what you want, isn't it, darlin? You want me to fuck you so good?”
“YES!' you screamed, feeling the impending orgasm, gripping the walls for dear life. You felt Bane grabs your hips to thrust into you faster. You were almost to the ledge, when you reached over and pulled Banes face to your, giving him a scorching kiss. He made a noise of surprise, but responded back, his tongue twisting around yours. You suddenly scream into his mouth your orgasm crashes into you. Banes follows you shortly, cumming into with a loud groan. He pulled back with a sigh, and then his eyes widen.
���Ah hell...I didn't...”
“Relax cowboy,I have a implant.” you laughed out, “No babies here.”
He smirked at you and was leaning over for a another kiss when the door flew open.
“Oh my!”
You both looked to the side and saw Banes little droid, staring at you both and muttering apologies. White hot rage filled you as you stared at the droid.
“GET THE FUCK OUT!” you screamed. The droid ran away and shut the doors. Bane stared at you, looking impressed.
“Bane...” you rasped, “I'm still hungry.”
He gave you a crooked smile.
“Then I ought to fill you up, darlin.”
***
You don't know how long its been since you two started. It felt like hours. Clothes were thrown all over the room as was Banes breathing apparatus.
You were both covered in cum, bruises and bites from all the positions you two did. You rode him, he took you from the front and behind again. It felt like he made you cum hundreds of times.
You both were now on the floor, with you sucking on his cock and him eating you out. You moan and you sucked, hearing Banes breath hitched as he came in your mouth and on your face. You shudder yourself as you came quietly, suddenly feeling very worn out. You flop to the floor next to him, laying next o Bane, who also looked worn out.
“You full up, darling?” Bane asked, making you laugh.
“Oh, definitely.”
You stood up with a groan, stretching your limbs with a crack. Bane watches from behind as his cum drips down your legs, appreciating the sight.
“You have a fresher here?”
He points down the hall.
“To the left.”
You hold out a hand.
“You want to join me?”
He smiles and takes your hand.
“Yes, ma'am.”
***
You both stood under the shower spray, letting the hot water run over your bodies. You moan as it eases the tensions in your muscles and gave Bane another kiss. He reciprocated, his hands settling on your waist while you put your arms around his neck.
There was no lustful frenzy this time; just a type of calmness, a gentle intimacy.
You both kept kissing, as though you still couldn't get enough of each other. Bane started to kiss your neck as he gently lift your leg. You moan at the action, pulling back to kiss his lips again. You both moaned as you kissed, feeling his erection near you entrance. You want to beg for it, you want it ag-
“Mr. Bane, we are almost to Nevarro.”
The two froze and then looked at each other. You sighed and separated from him.
The spell was broken, whatever moment you had was gone.
You both got out and dried yourselves off. You walked naked to room, picking up your clothes,which you noticed were a bit stained but not noticeable. You looked behind you and saw Bane was also dressed. He dusted his hat and put it on, and then looked at you with a raised eyebrow, holding out a pair of binders. You blew out a breath and held out your hands.
The rest of the ride was quiet as the ship finally settled on Nevarro. You stood next to Bane as the ramp goes down, barely listening to the transaction. You wonder just what happened; from the sex marathon to that rather gentle shower; what have you gotten yourself into?
You felt a hand on you shoulder to take you away, but you couldn't help yourself. You looked over your shoulder at Bane and gave him a wink.
“See you around, cowboy.”
You turn around to be led away, not seeing Bane smile, tipping his hat to you.
“See you around, little darlin.”
It was a week later he hear you escaped from the prison, giving the guards a wave.
Ah well.
Let the chase begin.
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Playing with Fire / Cad Bane ~ part two
Summary; Cad Bane sets foot in a library looking for information, quickly coming to learn you were more then the average librarian. As a former Bounty Hunter you decide to help out, you’re smart and that’s an asset he could use but that wise mouth has him wondering what use he could use and if it would be worth it
Warning; 18+ Fluff, Angst, Emotional Turmoil, Violence, starting to get hot and heavy, alien (obviously), Cad Bane can kind of be an ass, age gape (canonically during clone wars Bane is 41-43ish) reader is mid 20’s, sapiosexual, mild toxicity that gets fixed, toothpicks, green and red blud.
Word Count: 5.6k
Part one Part three
Masterlist
The Justifier the name taunted you as a lingering question as to why he had named it that. For what you knew about Bane nothing else seemed to matter but credits, nothing was about justice or even vengeance. Maybe I could get him to tell me one of these days. Your gaze fell to Todo who greeted you at the top of the ramp even if he was complaining about your presence and how much it was a bad time to bring you along but wouldn't say why. The curiosity was already trying to get the better of you, you studied Bane with the aggravated expression on his face. You were keenly aware Bane was indeed older then you and had been in the game far longer when the nagging fact finally flicked itself to the end of your tongue.
"Bane, how old are you?"
"He's for-" Bane reached out shutting him off before he could finish his answer letting out another low growl.
"It's nothing you need to be ashamed off, we can stop by Duros if you need too," you offered, "Maybe a find a suitable partner where you don't have to hold back. It would be more efficient to help drop the hormone spike while also give me an excellent source of first hand insight."
"D'anks for'da nit pickin," he said sarcastically trying to figure out your complex educated brain desired, "Wear goin' out tonight to Corellia drinkin 'nd watch for a colleague to show up. Might take couple nights."
"Where am I staying?" You asked.
"Bunk 'bove mine."
"If you bring anyone home tonight, I don't want to hear it," you said simply.
"Jealous?" He joked.
"Unfortunately no, I tend to read before bed," you laughed, "It's not my thing to listen to others."
Bane turned Todo back on and snipped orders at him to show you to the bunk and not to answer any more personal questions about his health unless he was injured or dying. Todo clipped a few comments about using your useful insight because it may be beneficial but agreed to his request hovering around you pointing out the other points of interest in your new domicile, the bar, holding ceils, refreshers, med station, Bane's heating room implying to leave him alone while he's in there he is generally au naturel with the heat up to unbearable levels for mammals. You made a mental note to investigate the room while it's unoccupied. Looking around the room you noticed there was only closet deciding to let Bane have his privacy you kept your belongings in your bag and picked out one of the several books in your bag and left it on your bed. Your hand sunk into the mattress perfectly, not to hard, not to soft curiously you pressed your hand into Bane's hearing him cough behind you.
"It's interesting that my mattress is perfectly balanced while you seem to sleep on a rock," you said removing your hand for it.
"Reptilian?" He reminded.
"Humanoid also. It's fascinating to me," you admitted, "How long until we got to Corellia?"
"Soon, dat planet ain't that far 'nd da ships fast. Neva been?"
"I don't fly."
"What bounty hunta don' fly?"
"It's on my list of quiet extensive list of subjects to educate myself on."
You looked in his red eyes studying you under their microscopic lenses, dissecting you like an unnatural specimen secretly desperate for it's answers. His seemed slightly rather bluer today, do Duros tan? Before you could inquire about the subtle change he stalked out of the room saying he had a few calls to make. Todo finally left you to go pilot the ship with Bane being preoccupied. You decided to call one particularly old friend who would meet you there no questions asked especially if there was money to be made. You fancied yourself s more flattering outfit for the night out, a simple dress with a leg slit and long sleeves personally designed to hide your knifes in varies concealments. Letting your feet adjust to the new path of your domicile you wondered back to the heat room noticing the light was off indicating that it was empty, you eyes peered around before opening the door. Shocked you noticed the flat surface ground, bringing your hand down the smooth texture and cool to the touch. Rock like. Taking in the wall scenery you had to assume it was Duro, there were no chairs, not bed nothing. You laid yourself down on the uncomfortable surface, "Rough man, rough bed," you mumbled.
"What'chu think ya doin'?" Bane said opening the door seeing you tossing on the floor.
"Research. How do you lay on this? It's so uncomfortable," you asked sitting up.
If Bane would have had eyebrows he would have raised one, "On ma stomach."
You flipped over already regretting it with the pressure on your breast holding you up, you tucked forward using them as a head rest and surprisingly it made it mildly comfortable but the rock still felt uncomfortable against your hips, "Interesting, it does make it mildly more comfortable," you pushed your arms up and jumped back on your shoes landing next to him, "Enjoy your heat bath. Sorry for the delay," you gave him a small courtesy nod before walking out of the room.
Bane's eyes were glued to your back side as you laid down, eyeing the curve of your waist in the dress down to your ass sticking up to how you politely had your ankles crossed acting like a lady. Bane wasn't a gentleman by any means but after a once or twice look over he shifted his eyes to the walls remembering the not so favorable memories of home. He was amused by your attempt to learn about his species wondering if you were like this about every alien race or just his. Before he could asked the bold flirtatious question you had jumped up and left. Bane ripped his hat to her peeling his clothes after he pressed the on button enjoying the warmth of the room but noticed it didn't feel as warm or as inviting as when your hot breath had touch him. He curled his lip back, Ain't no woman making me soft, he thought turning up the heat before settling himself down on the rock, even if she's hot, mouthy, dangerous and smart.
You strolled into the cantina with Bane grumbling about going to the bar, following after him you swirled your stool around scanning the cliental when you finally found him waiting two drinks near the gambling tables, "You know it would have been beneficial to tell me who were looking for," you poked, "Now excuse me, I have some business to care off."
"Look at you, beautiful as the stars themselves. Now where have you been?" he smiled handing you the drink.
"It's what one calls a prolonged vacation," you laughed, "I needed a break."
"You? a break? Ha. Now what are you doing with Bane, hmm? Dangerous fellow."
"So are we," you pointed out, "He showed up looking for a book and you know how I get." Trailing your gaze around the room you saw the countless stares at him and women fawning over him a few that had stares like ex lovers.
"Hondo Ohnaka," Bane drawled out looking at the man, "What'cha doin' with my associate?"
"We go way back," Hondo said patting your back, "Now do you mind? We were just getting to some business," he sighed watching Bane move into a close table, "As I was going to say, I did happen to stumble upon the information you were looking for, it does come with a price."
"I do see a sabbac table with some... wealthy people."
"You are speaking my language," Hondo smiled grabbing his drink offering you his arm pulling you into his lap as he sat at the table, "Say 80-20?" he whispered.
"70-30," you countered.
"You do know how to make a bargain and I have a feeling I am about to be a wealthier man."
Bane watched the game noticing the various cheats and tricks jaw tempted to drop when Hondo and you won barely doing any thing. How smart is she? He breathed a small contempt growl watching Hondo light up about you returning to the playing field before ushering you back off the table.
"You must teach me how you do that" Hondo exclaimed.
"You wouldn't have need of me anymore if I did," you countered smiling at.
"You do have a point but you know many than then I," Hondo said cutting you your percentage and sliding it across the table.
"And the information?"
Hondo's hand flicked to his blaster and shot the man walking through the door, "Hondo you can't keep shooting my exes!" you busted out.
"But it is such a fun game," Hondo feigned being wounded by the comment, "His face was... to ugly for the beauty in this room," he dismissed tucking the blaster away.
Bane looked down at the dead mammal in the door way that was getting dragged away. He heard you laughing letting his eyes peak and listened to the conversation as his curiosity peaked to if only had interest in other mammals. His olfactory gland tingled with a change in the air, he looked around finding another Duros walking in and joining the two of you at the table. The man slide into the booth side with her slipping her an info disk. "Chassis," he grumbled smelling the faint arousal coming off him. He saw the man lean over his mouth widening to bite her. His pulled his blaster out and shot him, twirling the gun putting it back in his holster. He strutted over and his body out of the seat and sat down.
"You wound me, Bane. He was not going to kill her. Do you think I would let someone kill my best friend, hmm?"
"Don' care. Don' want ma associate gettin' tangled up in dings dats none of her business."
You scowled at him slipping the disk into your pocket, "Do you know how much data I could have collected? If you find another, you know how to contact me." You stepped up onto the table and dropped down heading towards the ladies room to wipe the faint green blood off your dress. Getting in the door you barely had time to react when big hands found you clicking an injector into you. Hazily you left yourself get picked up before you were out.
"Wastin' time, wheras she?" Bane said noticing how long you were gone, "somethin's not right," he got up and shoved the refresher door open which got a couple yelps from the ladies, "Lookin' for my associate, you'd seen her?" Bane said staring them down, they all shook their heads. He could still faintly smell you crouching down he took in the faint smell of fear, "Dagnabbit!" He said getting up trying to track the faint smell but there was to many people in the building. As soon as he got outside the smell finally found him and he took off in it's direction, "Todo, girlies been kidnapped. Get eyes up," he commed in through his wrist band.
"I am not a surveillance droid-"
"Now Todo," he barked dropped back down finding the faint smell of blood. He flicked it with his tongue and revolting spitting it out, your smell clung to it but it wasn't yours. He got up guns draw, fresh blood so you were around here somewhere. He meticulously eyed every few point above seeing if anyone was trying to get the drop on him before he continued following the trail of blood. He found you leaning against the wall weakly holding your knifes as they were slowly falling out of your fingers and the body discarded on the floor next to you.
"I forgot how much I really hate people," you whispered the knifes finally falling out of your grasp and your butt hitting the ground.
"Aint'chu deadly lil lady, drugged 'nd still won," he said impressively watching your hands fumble for the knifes wiping them off on the man's clothes before tucking them back into your sleeves.
"I think... it's time for nap," your body's adrenaline rush finally ending succumbing to whatever was in the injector.
"Brin' da ship, I found 'er."
"Yes, Mr. Bane."
Bane hauled you on before looking over the body, no evidence, no sign of anything that would give him a clue. He scoffed and walked back on board taking you to the bed station to sleep whatever it was off. Bane quickly hooked up the warm.. cooling mammal and he forced his hands to work faster hissing when the read up came revealing a poison. He hauled the equipment and her into the heating room to try keep her alive as Todo flew them to the nearest medical station. He grabbed her com noticing a new message from an unknown device, he opened it and saw the message, "Next time." He flicked another toothpick into his mouth as he watched clammy sweat break out over your body, he attempted to turn down the heat when he faintly felt you grab one of his fingers.
"Turn it up," you breathed.
"Ain't gonna do dat, ya warm bloods ain't meant for heat."
"Heat negates the poison, need heat," you barely got out the dizziness causing your eyes to reel back and close.
Against his better judgement he turned up the heat. Weak lil mammals, so tender and easy to hurt. Slowly your color started returning but remained unconscious. His hand touched your arm watching you fly forward staring at his hand.
"Freeezing," your teeth chattered but he could feel the sweat breaking out across your skin.
He pulled his hand back but you placed them on your face, "Poison done?" He felt you nod and he removed one hand to shut the heat off watching you relax. You were boiling under his touch, "Cookin' alive, warn'd ya warm blood."
"Rather die from heat then poison," you gridded out trying to stand up but your legs failing.
"Room won' open til it cools in here," Bane removed his coat, vest and pants leaving him in a tank top and shorts "Ya brain betta be worth it," he hissed climbing into the cot uncomfortably feeling you basically head butt his chest to look your head, "How'd ya know about the poison?"
"One of the plants from Vossos. My mouth tasted like dirt, educated guess."
"Ya could'a been wrong."
"I am seldom wrong," you offered subconsciously moving a little closer to him, "Thanks for being my ice pack."
"Whuttunt 'bout to have ya die before ya could make ma credits," Bane paused playing with his toothpick, "Why're ya gonna let that Duros bite ya?"
"Testing my pain tolerance, wondering how long his scent would be in the mark, how far is the tracking range, if it would mask part of my scent," you paused grabbed the disk thankful it wasn't damaged, "At least this should have some of the answers."
"Why da interest in my species?"
"The more I know about you, your species, your behavior and reactions the more I can be of assistance. If I am to be joining you for who knows how long then it would help."
"Why'd ya not just me?"
"You seem to just ooze answers," you said sarcastically.
"One rotation, 'cross town or two, no, makes it stronga," he huffed out.
"Was that so hard?"
"Woman.." he growled his lip twitching.
"Fine. Are you aware the room has been cool for a few minutes," hastily he removed himself from you adjusting his clothing back together, "I was not complaining just making an observation," finally able to sit up, your head started swimming and you laid back down grabbing the chart looking at your vitals with a small groans.
"Whats'it?"
"Nothing," you forced yourself to stand up the room spinning, you attempted to walk a straight however your feet kept gently pulling you left, "It will pass."
"Somethin' you ain't tellin' me. Hurry it up, was' it?" Bane could smell it like a brush with death fear from her pores, "Back on da table, don' need you crookin' on me yet."
"Yet, funny," you retorted mockingly getting to the table laying down.
"Need anythin'?" he asked.
"Do you have bacta on board?"
He repeated it back scowling, " 'course I do."
"Bacta, the alcohol, a spoon and a glass," you watched him sunder off to grab the supplies quietly pissed at yourself for letting someone get the drop on you and in the refresher no less how obvious. Obvious. You grabbed your com device seeing the already opened message. Was it to kill me or was to get Bane's attention? You pondered it until he came back.
"I think the person who ordered the attack on me is the same person who paid for the first bounty when we first met," you said taking the supplies from him pouring the bacta into the whiskey wildly stirring it and slamming it back your face wrinkling in disgust.
"How'd ya figure?"
"Poison from the planet you met me on, poisoning the bounty, poison only specifically known in the book I showed you. Some who was watching us or you specifically... Cad Bane invites random girl on a score and the same girl to a cantina. Shooting the man I was flirting with might have been seen as not an innocent gesture. All of it seems coincidental," you said feeling the Bacta finally starting to scrub you from the inside.
"Ya got a point," he mumbled putting a fresh toothpick in mouth and adjust his hat, his finger tips one by one drumming on his hip.
"Let's continue with the job at hand, 'Next time' suggest they are going to try again however this time I will be more prepared... which is what they will be anticipating. Hmm. A dilemma."
"Ya think to much," he said trying to distract himself from how hot you looked when thinking.
"What is it?" you asked noticing him staring at you.
Whether it was the hormones raging in his system or his own interest in you he walked up and pinned your sitting form between his hands. Both of you under his wide brimmed he offered you his tooth pick. You leaned forward curious about the deeper meaning of it given Todo said he kills people who touches his tooth picks. Curiously you leaned forward watching him lean just the faintest bit forward your lips and his cool skin touching for a moment, a shadow of a kiss.
"Thinkin' it's worth ya time," he said letting out a raspy chuckle pulling back grabbing the supplies.
Your heart felt like it stopped for a moment, the gesture seemed so out of place for a man like him, "Bane, we're you seeing if I was going to kiss you?" you asked. Everything you've read suggested Bane showed he even rivaled Jango Fett as one of the most ruthless and toughest bounty hunters.
"Don' go gehet'n any wrong i'deres 'bout me, if I wanna I woulda."
"Thank you for the toothpick," you opted to say, "You coulda howeva," you said joking repeating his accent standing up to test the effects of the bacta, "Internal bacta would have been preferred but that did a satisfactory job. We can head back to the Cantina, you still need to show me who we're looking for."
Bane snatched the toothpick out of your mouth, "I warned ya not to be messin' round with dis Duros," putting his face infront of your glaring at you with a deep throated growl.
"You shot the one I was interested in, it's only fair or fair if you find me another one. Finding one short notice wasn't cheap," you hissed squinting back at him.
"Woman, ya playin a dangerous game."
"Bane-" you began to say as Todo came wizzing in.
"Oh my, am I interrupting again? I have a tendency to interrupt during his sexual encounters, often. Mr. Bane we are at the Medical Station however she should get looked out before you two continue this."
"You weren't, I concur about getting looked at," your tone returned to flat indifference as you side stepped the bolero hat wearing cowboy falling Todo to the docking station. The door opened to a small med team waiting, astonished when you were through the door and sat in their chair, "This should be quick," you told Todo, letting them wheel you away.
Bane hadn't moved from the spot when you walked out clumsily but still holding your head held up high. He clenched his jaw teeth exposed when he say Todo come back, "interrupt 'gain 'll be usin you for ship parts."
"Mr. Bane you are just grumpy from your Durosian-"
"Can it," he growled finally collecting himself, "both you are yappin to ma 'bout it."
"It is only natural, your species is attracted to intelligence. Unlike your past lovers she is extremely intelligent-"
Bane gave him a warning shot next to his head finally getting him to quiet. He stalked onto the med bay people hurriedly moving out of his notorious path following your scent to the bed where you were propped up while they ran test on you and let the Bacta do it's job. Unlike your earlier annoyance at him you were back to being jovial intellectual, unabashedly flirting with the male Togrutas nurse.
"You're lucky this one knows her stuff," the male nurse pointed out with a tiny wink, "Smart girl."
"Smar' mouth too," Bane added glaring at him til he left taking a free chair stretching out his legs and crossing them, "Hows'it?"
"No permanent damage, got scolded for drinking Bacta but it was the right call. Just got to wait till this bag empty's and I'm good to go, bill's been taken care off."
"I ain't worried 'bout no dang bill. Ya lucky it did ruin dat precious brain of yas."
"On that I do agree."
"Listen woman 'bout earlier-"
"Not here, never know who's listening," you said finding the unknown message pop up again 'Listen to her,' you showed Bane the message causing him to snarl. Blinked several times you attempted to out think the biological reaction that it caused but the smirk on his face proved he knew. Darting your glance around the room you didn't notice thing that seemed out of place, nothing electronic besides the machines next to you were buzzing, "Hmm," your hands fondled the comm device your fingers flipped it over and popped it apart studying each component until you find the barely noticeable chip that didn't belong. You ripped it out handing to Bane, "Shoot this and give me yours," Bane teeth bared as he grabbed the tiny chip setting it on the floor tossing you his as he shot it. Taking it apart you found another one in his, he took the chip stomped on it a few times with the heel of his boot before blasting it but then the nurses arrived in a panic, "Apologies, there was a bug. Bill me for the damages."
"I'll squish bugs for you ma'am," the male nurse winked before walking off with the other nurses.
Bane stood up squinting at his retreating figure felling your warm touch against his cool hand, "whuttunt gonna kill him," he lied.
"The look in your face says otherwise, same look you have before you shoot."
"How much ya been studyin' me?"
"Enough to know, Cowboy."
Bane sat down feeling your warmth retreat back to your mammalian body, interlacing your fingers together as you stared at the almost empty bag. Fidgeting he turned up the temperature his heat suit and gloves again to compensate for sudden spike and decline of heat. He watched the nurse with upturned lips letting his fangs be exposed as he came back unhooking you from the machine.
You rolled your eyes at him but allowed it as a substitute to shooting the innocent man. He helped you to your feet checking your balance before handing you a clean bill of health. The moment the door closed on The Justifier Bane shoved you against the wall gently sinking his teeth into your lips until he tasted the warm underneath spill into his mouth. Your fist clenched due to the pain but it was surprisingly pleasurable. The crimson of him bore into you gauging your reaction and his olfactory sense smelling the sweet gush that flooded you. You felt him retract his teeth letting his tongue flicked over the small wounds, a whispered barely noticeable recognizable sound came out of your mouth.
"Were goin' back to the Cantina, if dey try again I'll know were to fin' ya," he said walking off just to hear your footsteps behind him following him to the pilot seat. He watched you bend over him in the chair tilting his hat back feeling your teeth into his lower lip, he growled but you didn't stop. He yanked you into his lap feeling the sudden rush of heat pressing against him, then he tasted it the faint hit of his green in his mouth typically any form of spilling his blood lead to a quick merciless death.
You ran your tongue over the marks committing the taste of him to memory, before giving him a small kiss on the marks but hold on to you firm, "Did you require an analysis of the data?" you asked wiggling but he didn't give.
"Ya the one of da only ones livin to tell da tale, so tell ma," his voice was deeper lustful, the breathing apparatus strained trying to catch up with his breaths.
"Esalacha" you whispered the Durese word for excellent feeling his finger tips dig into you deeper, "It was only fair," you added making a show of the marks on the inside of your bottom lip as you pouted it at him. You listened to the metal hiss of his breathing machine as he practically ripped it off exposing deep sunken cheeks, you hand easily a dozen questions about how it worked given he didn't have a nose so how did he breath? You were lost in thought staring at his cheeks when you felt his lips press against yours forcibly. Focusing on the coolness you pushed against his lips with more force bring your hands to his jaw holding him. The sensation of his was like thousand of sparks ignited into a roaring wild fire. The foreign cool of his skin kept you grounded to the difference between the two of you, mammal and reptile, couple opposites in every sense of the word. Thumbing the recessed curve of his cheek he shoved you back violently making you stand. You blinked rapidity combing over all of the information you had on him and the Duros people leaving you to wonder what you did wrong as nothing sprung forth. You simples nodded retreating from the room not wanting to upset the ill tempered Duros further by asking questions to the cause of his behavior. You hoped up onto your bunk with your book opening it, throwing a knife above Todo's head, "If we haven't landed do not disturb me."
"Bane is requesting your pres-."
"If he needs me he can com me his question or can get me himself if it's important," you said flatly turning the page ignoring the flutter of your heart with the seething of anger coursing through you at his behavior. Logical as it was between the coursing of Duros hormones and being aware you were attractive woman, the hot and cold treatment was rather effective at reminding you to keep him at arms length regardless of how attractive he was. When Todo left you didn't bother to remove the blade leaving it implanted into the wall as a warning incase he came in again. Finally feeling the ship dock again you closed the book hoping down sticking the vibro blade back into the sheath of your sleeve. Peering out the view port you were back on Corellia. As soon as the ramp lowered you were walking off hearing Banes breathing apparatus and footsteps approaching. Hearing the sizzle of fire you turned around seeing Bane's boots flaming him into the air until he landed next to you. You rolled your eyes not nothing to look at his lean up tight form but out of the corner of your eye you noticed he was wearing is hat lower shadowing more of his face.
"No hard feelings," you mumbled giving him a bluff of a genuine smile holding the door of the Cantina open for him.
"Need'sa drink, wan'cha to join me."
"Are you going to talk about earlier?"
"Nah, it woul' be wastin' my breath."
"If that is how you feel then I will respect that," you replied putting on a chipper attitude, "So who are we looking for?"
" 'im" Bane said pointing his toothpick at the man sitting alone in a booth.
Eyes finding the man your jaw dropped, "We're lookin for Hondo?"
"Didn' get da time to say."
You slid into the seat next to Hondo letting Bane take the empty side, "Gorgeous, I was wondering were you two had run off too leaving me here alone with no company."
"Got kidnapped and had to deal with being poisoned, I'm sorry to keep you waiting."
"Poisoned? Back on your feet already tsk you should be resting but you have always been one of kind tough."
You tapped your skull, "My brains do much my beauty after all," you winked.
"That they do, dangerous combination. I believe you're looking for this," Hondo mumbled sliding the disk across the table to Bane's quick hand sliding it into his pocket sliding credits back across the table at him.
"Now I must insist you keep me company."
"Actually Bane promised me a drink first."
"Don't be hogging this beauty to yourself, Bane. Tsk have fun, if not," Hondo said shrugging, "you owe me a drink on your next vacation."
"Maybe two drinks if you're nice," you teased.
Bane left wordless to the bar counter, "Whiskay two," he said tapping his fingers on the place in front of him watching you slide into the seat next to him.
"Ya an' Hondo a thing?" he asked.
"Hondo? Maker no, not my type, but we're both shameless flirts and there's no harm in it."
"What is ya type?" he asked.
"A man to smart for his own good anything beyond that it doesn't really matter to me."
Both of you turned to stare at each other mutually perceiving it was the same answer. Bane took took his drink sipping on it, woman's making me soft, his lip twitched into his drink as he took another swig.
"Why did you push me off? Do you breath from your cheeks?" You question.
"Ya were actin' soft, I don' do soft."
"You want to see my fire?" You said cocking your head to the side raising with a mischievous smile, “You won’t it if I do.”
“Let’ quit wastin’ time and go,” he growled leaning into your ear his hand going to the slit in your dress letting his long fingers spread wide across your thigh gripping it like he was dangling in the air being held with you as his ropes, “Drat woman,” he flutter smelling how coated your inner warmth was for him, “Betta gehet outta here before I change my min’ “
Swiftly you got up and shoved him into the bar counter by the base of his throat with your nails, “No more games, Bane, yes or no,” you glared, “Just because you’ve charmed your way into most of the ladies here doesn’t mean you will with me. You can’t be the only smart intelligent man in the galaxy.”
He unwrapped finger for his whiskey, “Woman, ya best remove your han’ if ya know what’s good for ya.”
You pressed yourself into him your hand moving to the back of his neck pulling him to your face until you were hovering just centimeters from his thins lips. He broke the distance his teeth grazing the wounds reopening them giving you a deep vocal growl. Your hand vibrated on the back of his neck from the noise, you gave him a soft moan into his mouth slowly removing your hand from his heat suit running down his leathered chest.
He grabbed your hand backwards stirring you towards the door, “Don’ do dat in public again,” he hissed.
“Only in private?” you leered, feeling his free hand go to your throat pushing you back up the ramp.
His tongue flicked over your lips not so gently breaching your mouth feeling every inch of your mouth that he could reach as he continued you push you back threw the ship to the cell room tossing you onto the coat, “if ya play ya cards right this time,” he finally answered tossing off his gloves, breathing device and coat. Smirking over the lust in your eyes looking at him , “Ya smell good,” he purred slowly stalking towards you like the predator he is.
You tried be un-phased by the noise but you couldn’t help the little squirm that made him grin wider. You stared up into his narrowed eyes. His gaze alone pinning you in place even if he wasn’t touching you yet, “Going to keep making me wait, Cowboy?”
“No ma’am,” Bane purred.
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Crosshair – My Beloved Enemy 15 – The Bounty
Crosshair x Female!Reader (FF)
Warning: Angst/Tension/Pain
What Happened Before:
Part 1 - Crash Landing
Part 2 - Hot And Cold
Part 3 - Hello Kitten
Part 4 - Look Who’s Back
Part 5 - Rebel Darling
Part 6 - Burning Anger
Part 7 - Love And Pain
Part 8 - A Difficult Reunion
Part 9 - The Bitter Taste Of Blood And Failure
Part 10 - Where The Dead Ships Dwell
Part 11 - A Lonely Firefly In Space
Part 12 - Broken Wings
Part 13 - A Helping Hand
Part 14 - The Justifier
not yet proof read cause' my migrane is killing me -.-
Part 15 - The Bounty
"What kind of problem?" asked Crosshair sharply.
Lando spread his arms a little helplessly and said, "We have an intruder who refused to identify himself, landed without permission, and has already killed one of my guard squads."
"Holy crap," Echo muttered.
"You can say that again," Crosshair grumbled.
Tech frowned and asked, "What does the surveillance video say?"
Lando shrugged helplessly as well as frustrated, " Not working. Got overloaded and all burned out, I don't know how exactly that happened, but I'm guessing whoever is after you guys, they must be professionals"
"What do you know about the ship?" echoed Tech.
"An armed transport," Lando explained "As things stand, I suspect an experienced bounty hunter"
"Identification?", Crosshair wanted to know.
"Justifier"
Echo and Tech listened up and looked critically at each other. Crosshair who had noticed the glances, looked nervously from one to the other.
"What's going on? You guys know something," he grumbled impatiently.
Echo sighed and said, "If I'm not mistaken, the Justifier is the ship of that guy who almost killed Hunter when he kidnapped Omega."
Crosshair frowned critically, he didn't know the story yet.
Lando asked, "Does this guy have a name?"
Tech nodded, "A Duros named Cad Bane. He's pretty well known, a-"
"Master marksman, feared, even in his own bounty hunter ranks. Yeah I've actually heard that name before," Calrissian interrupted Tech.
Crosshair looked nervously from one to the other.
"That sounds bad," he remarked, casting an uncertain glance over his shoulder at you.
"Indeed," Tech said "He's one of the very few bounty hunters who regularly messed with the Jedi in their time, he even gave Master Kenobi and Master Skywalker trouble. We definitely can't underestimate this Duros."
Crosshair looked around, he felt naked without his rifle, especially now.
"All our weapons are in the Marauder," Echo spoke his thought.
Lando shook his head and said, "No they are not."
He waved two of his men into the room and they came in with a box and set it down. When Lando opened the lid, Crosshair saw their weapons inside.
"You've been thinking ahead, I like that," he said, grabbing his rifle.
Echo and Tech also took out their blasters and all three checked their weapons.
Lando finally smiled again and said: „You are welcome. I thought the odds are better for all of us if you have your gear“
Echo nodded, confirming: „Good thinking“
Tech looked around critically and said, "I don't like having to say this, but we should split up."
Echo frowned unwillingly.
But before anyone could object, he said, "We're supposed to be in the Marauder in case Hunter reports in. Crosshair certainly won't leave Y/N's side, so we have no choice."
Lando interjected, "I'll leave some of my people outside the door, a few guards, just in case, and there are already some at your ship as well."
Crosshair gritted his teeth, but knew Tech was right, if Hunter called in he needed to know immediately what was going on, both to warn him, Wrecker and Rex and to make sure they got back as quickly as possible because they were needed here.
The Sniper finally nodded and said, "Maybe one of you should stay here and I should go to the Marauder."
Astonished, his brothers looked at him.
"I didn't expect that," Tech admitted bluntly.
Crosshair sighed, "Chances are Bane is here because of me, if I stay with Y/N I might just put her in danger"
If he was really right and this someone, whoever it might be, was really here for him, he didn't want to put you in danger. He didn't want you to get between the fronts, perhaps even get a stray blaster shot. You were already hurt, and probably because of him.
"What if he's after Clone Force 99 in general?" interjected Echo, "We shouldn't split up".
He didn't seem to like the idea at all.
Echo added, "We are weaker when we separate!"
Of course he was right, but that didn't change the facts and the circumstances.
Tech shifted his goggles and said seriously, "We need to make a decision, now"
There were noises outside the door, only brief and not particularly loud, but Crosshair listened anyway. His gut feeling told him something was off about it. The others didn't seem to notice it, because they continued talking.
Tech spoke up, snapping him out of his thoughts.
"What?" he asked, because he hadn't understood his brother.
The door of the infirmary opened, turning his attention away from Tech again.
There was no one to be seen, but an object came rolling in. The moment they realized what it was, it was too late. The small object beeped, buzzed, and suddenly some kind of electrical charge shot through the room.
A stun grenade.
Everyone in the room dropped to the floor. They were paralyzed but fully conscious. Corsshair could see that the guards outside the door were taken out.
He heard footsteps, then saw someone appear in the doorway. A figure with a hat, a long leather coat and a weapon belt. Under the brim of the hat, two large red eyes peered into the room from a blue face.
"Do you mind if I make the decision for you?" spoke Bane in a low, calm voice, "Best stay right there, together."
He came striding further into the room, unhurried, relaxed. His presence filled the room, like a predator entering a room full of helpless prey. He stepped over Lando and his men, stopped beside Crosshair, and looked down at him with his head tilted slightly to one side.
"Look at that glare. Somebody doesn't like me. But you know what, after today, you're going to hate me even more than you might right now," he said, showing part of his pointy teeth in a small smile.
Bane's gaze drifted to the tank, Crosshair wanted to jump up, turn, reach for him, do something, but his limbs didn't obey him.
"You know," Bane continued to speak calmly "I'm not here for any of you clones. There's quite an interesting bounty on your heads, but not nearly as high as there is for that chick over there"
Crosshair felt his guts want to knot up, he hadn't expected that, none of them had. Who the hell would put a bounty on your head!!!
Bane stepped over Crosshair, Echo and Tech, heading for the Bacta Tank and out of Crosshair's field of vision as he couldn't turn, but he heard him speak.
"Interesting pendant," he laughed softly "I guess I was right about you really hating me after today. The tattoo, your name, her pendant. She's your girl isn't she?"
Crosshair's pulse quickened, his brain screaming at his body to move and do something, but his body didn't obey.
Bane looked at the silent medic droid and asked, "How bad are her injuries? Is she transportable without dying?"
"Three broken ribs and several bruises. She can be transported, but it is not recommended, she will be in a lot of pain," the droid enlightened him.
"Hmm," Bane made, "I can't take that into consideration."
He took a hover stretcher from the wall next to him, activated it next to the tank so that it hovered there horizontally, then entered something into the control panel of the Bacta tank. A hiss was heard, then the liquid slowly drained.
Blinking, you woke up. Confused, you realized that you were still in a lot of pain. You thought when they wake you, you'd actually feel better, but you clearly didn't.
Then you saw the strange person standing next to you, who did not look like medical personnel at all. A Duros, dressed as you would imagine a Bountyhunter to be.
The stranger opened the tank and took the oxygen mask from you.
"Who are you, what is this?" you pressed out between your teeth.
"Pain?" he asked simply.
You frowned.
"Is that a question or your name?" you murmured.
"If you're not well-behaved, both," he returned flatly.
He was not here to help you, that much was clear.
Bane waved the droid over.
"Put her on the bar, strap her to it and give her a painkiller, preferably a sedative, it will make things easier".
Panic rose in you. What did this guy want from you? Where were Crosshair and the others?
The droid refused, explaining that this was not what his patient had in mind.
"Do it, or I'll kill every single person in this room, including you," Bane still threatened in a calm voice, and for some reason you knew this was not an empty threat.
The droid was doing what it was programmed to do, what was necessary to keep its patient alive, so it complied after all.
You wanted to sit up, to fight back, but the very first movement drove through your chest so painfully that you felt dizzy and saw starbursts.
"Fuck..." you groaned.
Bane smiled, baring his creepy, pointy teeth.
"Lie still, you'll hurt yourself," he sneered.
When you felt the needle, you cursed, called for Crosshair in panic and fear, but your senses faded incredibly fast, within a few heartbeats, you fell asleep again.
Crosshair heard you talking, casting every curse he knew in his mind. He still couldn't move, he didn't know exactly when the effect would wear off, the grenade Bane had used was not familiar to him.
When you called out to him it felt like someone was stabbing him in the heart, he heard the fear in your voice. You needed him and he was literally paralyzed, he was here in the very same room as you and still couldn't do anything. The anger, frustration and worry was overwhelming.
Bane finally walked past him with the stretcher, Crosshir saw you lying on it, obviously already sedated. He had at least had the decency to cover you up, or maybe that had been the droid.
Bane looked at him briefly and said, "I'm almost certain we'll meet again. I can't wait to see if you're really as good a shot as I've heard. But for now, I must take my leave. See you around."
Helplessly, Crosshair, Tech and Echo watched as Bane took you out of the infirmary.
On the way out, he used a com device on his wrist: "Todo, start the engine, we're about to leave".
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Posting these here to keep myself accountable, and to add it to my masterlist for safekeeping, but also to show you guys what fresh hell I have created for myself and how many ideas occupy my mind at any given time. Will update as progress is made, or as I unfortunately come up with new ideas. Plus, I love keeping things neat and tidy.
P.S.: I may take a break from most oneshots / requests for a minute here to focus on my own stories. I have A LOT I want to write, as you can see. You can still send things to my inbox, it just might take awhile for me to get to it, and it has to be something I'm interested in.
Completed:
Trigger Happy (Cad Bane masturbates aboard his ship. )
Cad Bane x M! Reader [one shot]
Beauty and the Bounty Hunter Chapter 4, 5
Stars Above! Chapter 14, 15
Bossk x Reader - Skin and Scales
Hondo x Reader[ rich heiress ]- “Happenstance”
The boys catch reader masturbating: Shriv ✅ Hondo ✅ Bane ❌
Poe Dameron x Reader
Hondo Ohnaka and Tech - Friends in Low Places Chapter 1, 2, 3
Works In Progress:
Stars Above - Cad Bane x OC [Chapter 16–?]
Beauty and the Bounty Hunter - Cad Bane x Fem! Reader/OC [Chapter 6–?]
Friends in Low Places - Hondo Ohnaka and Tech [Chapter 4–?]
All the wrong places - Trevor Philips x OC [Chapter 95-?]
Better than Candy - Shriv Suurgav x Fem! Reader [Chapter 2-?]
To err on the side of caution, or “Look! I’m taking another enormous risk!” / Shriv’s Early History - Shriv Suurgav x OC [Indefinite hiatus]
Handcuff marks and Stubble burn - Trevor Philips x M! Reader [conclusion]
I’m so glad you’re not dead - Cad Bane x Ashoka Tano [Chapter 3-?]
Future:
Cad Bane x Reader [You have seen the Duros only once in your whole life — that was enough for him to occupy your thoughts for every waking moment— until the time comes that you once more get to lay your eyes on him. Will it be in passing?]
Cad Bane's life on Duro [Bane as a teenager. Peek at family life / work life / etc. Gang rivalries. Thieving. Resolve.]
Hondo Ohnaka Escapes Porla the Hutt [ How Hondo escapes slavery and starts his pirate gang on Florrum.]
Hondo tells a story [The time he encountered a siren and escaped with his life.]
Hondo x Grey Jedi [A Jedi needs information. Inappropriate use of the force. Smut.]
Hondo x Bazine Netal [Bazine returns after finding out the truth of the Falcon and Hondo's double-cross. Pissed as hell, she is ready to take his life until he asks her to make a bet as she seems "stressed."]
Tech and Cad Bane [Tech refuses to sell out his brothers and Omega.]
Jango Fett x Hondo Ohnaka x Aurra Sing [Jango Fett is freed from slavery by pirates (Ohnaka's gang in the early days) - smut - humor - drama]
Cad Bane x Jango Fett [Story of mentorship - includes smut - humor - angst - hurt - comfort - whump- multichapter]
Cad Bane x Jango Fett [Bane meets Boba. They work a few jobs together - angst - hurt]
Cad Bane x Hondo Ohnaka (oneshot) [Casino Heist + smut. Jealousy, mutual pining, possessive behavior.]
Cad Bane x Hondo Ohnaka [Hondo is jealous of Jango, and Bane is jealous of Aurra. They constantly fight over this, but the makeup sex is incredible.]
Cad Bane x Hondo Ohnaka [Bane goes looking for Boba Fett/Aurra Sing after Jango's death - hurt - comfort - smut - alcohol - regret]
Cad Bane x Hondo Ohnaka [Bane returns to Hondo after the duel with little Boba Fett - angst - hurt - comfort - confessions - smut - romance ??]
Cad Bane x Hondo Ohnaka [ Cad goes with Hondo to visit his mother who is ill. He learns about his past and his personal history with her as she lies on her deathbed - angst - hurt - comfort - feels - fluff]
Cad Bane x Hondo Ohnaka [Cad must free Hondo from a rival pirate gang who is holding him captive.]
Cad Bane x Fem Jedi OC [Post-Order 66 - cat and mouse - inquisitorius- smut - angst -hurt - comfort- whump - multichapter]
Shriv Suurgav x Fem! Reader/OC [Clumsy/impulsive cadet - smut - humor - angst - caretaking - hurt- comfort - multichapter]
Tech x Fem! Reader/OC [Injured reader is "rescued" before being stranded with Tech during a battle of the Clone Wars away from his squad after the Marauder crashes during a firefight with Separatist droids.]
Tech x M! Reader [The Batch goes to Cid's to inquire about a job when a male patron shows an interest in Tech's company - smut - competency kink - sapiosexuality]
Tech x Pirate OC [Tech is lured over the comms late at night by a heavenly voice who sings for him. After many "comm sessions," Tech flies the Batch to a previously unknown location to find who is on the other end.]
Imperial!Tech x Fem! Reader AU [Oneshot most likely, or a short reader insert series where you become infatuated with your boss.]
Cad Bane x M! Reader [You are an old clone- smut - angst - regret - alcohol]
Shriv and Lando Calrissian [Origin story of how they met]
Shriv Suurgav x Lando Calrissian [Tension after Sullust when Lando says he could kiss Shriv. Leads to smut / awkwardness / Lando being butter smooth. - "See you tomorrow."]
Cad Bane and Todo 360 [Cad does something nice for Todo]
Cad Bane x Reader [Bane goes to a sex worker towards the end of his life - hurt - angst - comfort - existentialism - touch starvation]
Cad Bane x Fem! Reader ["Predator/prey" and menstrual cycle/"aftercare" - smut]
Shriv Suurgav x Reader [Shriv finds your collection of cheesy holoromances on your datapad]
Shriv and Norath Kev [Shriv is a mentor to Norath Kev and they go on a mission. He also gives him advice on girls. >D]
Shriv Suurgav x Fem! Reader [Shriv is aware of reader's ovulation and menstrual cycle/ fighting natural instincts - smut]
Hondo and Little Princess Leia [The two encounter each other somehow. Shenanigans - sass - family fluff - feels ]
Hondo x G/N or Shy Fem! Reader [You are a stowaway. You join the Ohnaka gang. You fall in love with Hondo, though he barely notices you exist... You disguise yourself as a male, train yourself to be a medic, and end up in his service.]
Hondo Ohnaka x Fem! Reader/OC [Rich heiress is kidnapped/held for ransom and whisked away for a grand adventure / Sugar momma dynamic / Hondo is a Rebel and Jedi Sympathizer - smut - humor - drama - multichapter - continuation of Happenstance?]
Cad Bane x G/N Tiny reader [Vore and Lilliputian situation]
Cad Bane x Shriv Suurgav x Fem! Reader [Two Duros and a Duros ho walk into a Cantina - smut - humor - dom/sub undertones]
Cad Bane x Shriv Suurgav [First meeting/Rebels vs Bounty Hunters/"Manhunt" - Action - Adventure - First part of a series- multichapter - will bridge with "Better than Candy"]
Cad Bane x Shriv Suurgav [Forced cooperation/joint mission - smut - humor - angst - slowburn - third part of a series - multichapter - follows "Better than Candy"]
Cad Bane x Shriv Suurgav [Smut collection/Oneshots of their continued relationship]
Cad Bane x Shriv Suurgav [Something goes awry - hurt - comfort - caretaking - regret - angst - smut - fourth part of a series - multichapter]
Cad Bane x Shriv Suurgav [Shriv hunts the bounty hunter - hurt - comfort - angst - smut - fifth part of a series /finale(?) - multichapter]
Shriv and Zay Versio [A series of adventures of them working together for the Resistance and under the orders of Leia after Iden's death in BF2 - Fluff - Family feels - adventure - rated teen ] As a bonus ... Kaz / Norath / others from Resistance?
Hera Syndulla x Ahsoka Tano [Sexual Force Healing after death of Kanan - smut - hurt - comfort - angst]
Shriv Suurgav x Poe Dameron [Shriv doesn't get what women see in Dameron and how he's so successful with the ladies. Poe takes this as a challenge, and seduces Shriv to bed by the end of the night.]
Darth Maul x Reader [Maul returns to Mandalore infuriated over a recent encounter. He takes his anger out on reader ... sexually. >D ]
Aurra Sing x Ventress [They’re both hot, bald bounty hunters - why not? - smut - enemies / rivals to friends to lovers]
Cad Bane x Padme Amidala [Padme hires Bane after "hostage crisis" for a secretive job, for the... right price. :)]
Two Tubes x Fem! Reader [You are a POW]
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This is the first time I've ever written smut and it's rather tame, so be nice! ;)
Read on Ao3.
Summary: Jedi reader wants to blow off a little steam, and meets Cad Bane in a cantina.
Pairing: Cad Bane x Reader (AFAB female reader).
Warnings: 18+ only, sexual activity. Unprotected sex, biting.
Word Count: 1,441.
(Non)Attachment
You found yourself in yet another shady cantina in the backroads of a planet you didn’t quite remember the name of.
Travelling the galaxy was a wonderful perk of being a Jedi, but it could get a little lonely at times; finding yourself in unfamiliar surroundings after cramped space travel did increase the urge to blow off a little steam.
Jokes were often made about the Jedi’s sex life, and you’d certainly heard many quips from persons across the galaxy - that you were celibate, sexually repressed, overcompensating, you name it. Nobody could deny the very clear rule of non-attachment all Jedi were expected to follow. However, over time this rule seemed up to individual interpretation: some Jedi felt free to explore their sexual desires as they saw fit, whereas others took it to mean total celibacy. You were one of the former.
So, after yet another one of the aforementioned long, mundane journeys for a seemingly purposeless mission, you went to one of the new yet never dissimilar cantinas you’d encountered across the galaxy hoping to find a person to your liking. And that took approximately five minutes; a new record, you noted. You’d taken a few sips of your drink when you locked eyes with a striking figure seated at the bar.
He appeared to be rather tall with dark blue skin, though not much of his external features were particularly visible to you due to his large brimmed hat and breathing equipment covering the majority of his face. His deep, red eyed gaze appeared to look past your eyes and directly into your soul. He was unsmiling, with a toothpick in hand he must have recently removed. This didn’t deter you, though; he matched your stare with a pervasive sexual intensity, allowing his eyes to drift up and down your figure.
He didn’t exactly look like the kind of guy a Jedi should have dealings with, but right now you weren’t a Jedi; you were a regular woman very much interested in more erotic dealings than most Jedi would dare think of.
Certain in his shared interest, you made your way across the bar and into the seat next to the handsome Duros, calling out to the barman for a top up.
“Like what you see, lil’ lady?” His words were patronising, but difficult to find unattractive when he spoke in a deep, accented drawl.
“Certainly.” You smiled coyly, drifting your eyes up and down him for effect.
“Ain’t so bad yourself.” Not particularly flattering, but his tone appeared sincere, and it was clearly the most you were going to get out of a man like him.
“What brings you here?” You asked, though you couldn’t bring yourself to listen to his answer. You were focused on the toothpick between his lips, almost certain he was deliberately calling your attention to them. He returned the question, and asked your name and you did too - you’d managed to catch that answer.
Cad Bane. It certainly sounded like the name of an outlaw. Oddly familiar, too, but you knew you’d remember a man like him.
“Cad Bane.” You spoke his name for yourself, drawing out each and every syllable on your tongue. “I like it. It just rolls off the tongue, doesn’t it?”
“Let me hear it roll off yours some more, doll.” He held your chin between his thumb and forefinger, directing your face closer to his lips.
After what felt like hours of small talk, you finally kissed. He tasted like the alcohol he’d been drinking, and oddly bitter, but you didn’t protest as he deepened the kiss further. His lips and tongue felt oddly cool on your flushed skin.
Suddenly feeling the eyes of the other patrons on you both, you came to a silent agreement to leave the bar and go somewhere a little more private.
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Finally at the quarters you were staying in while you were on the planet, you resumed the kiss as you both stumbled into the bedroom and began undressing.
Bane’s tongue explored your mouth with a force you’d never felt before; it felt less like a passionate kiss, and more like Bane’s carnal desire for you. One hand gripped your waist tightly, holding you as close to him as possible, while the other groped around your body, grasping any flesh possible. You were almost certain he’d leave a mark.
Meanwhile, you held onto his neck and allowed your other hand to slowly trail along his body, feeling his cold, harsh flesh with a more delicate touch than Bane’s. It wasn’t that you weren’t as desperate for this as he was - you were just a little more restrained in showing it. Just as Bane’s hand found purchase on your breast, you ghosted his (rather long) member lightly with your hand. He let out the smallest of groans, and began to kiss down your neck. You relaxed a little more and moaned softly as he bit into your neck while playing with your breasts.
He continued to kiss down your body, lightly biting on your nipples and flicking them with his tongue, eliciting more, slightly louder moans from you. He removed what clothing you already hadn’t as he kissed all around your body, finally landing at your core. He ran a finger along your slit, spreading you open slightly and lingering on your clit.
“Bane…” you groaned, all restraint gone. Your eyes locked once more, and he appeared to debate whether or not to give into your desires. He evidently decided not to, as he rose and pushed you backwards onto the bed, quickly clambering on top of you. You suspected that he wished to hear you beg, or possibly to tempt you into another encounter, but you wouldn’t give him the pleasure of either.
“Hush, lil’ lady. Be patient.” He groaned, removing the remainder of his clothes and finally freeing his dick. You marvelled at his fully naked form above you, aching for him to finally enter you.
He pulled you a little forwards by your legs, and lined himself up with your entrance. Slowly, he eased himself inside, and you took a few breaths to adjust to his more than adequate size.
Surprisingly, he built up his pace slowly, pulling one of your legs up over his shoulder and holding it there, while using his other hand to rest on the mattress and look you directly in the eyes. His brazen look made you feel at ease, and so you pulled his face down into another intense kiss.
His thrusts became much quicker and deeper, and he forced his tongue further into your mouth, both moaning into each other. He leant down and began kissing and fondling your breasts again, groaning as his thrusts hit deeper inside of you.
“Cad… I am so close.” You managed to moan out, Cad looking up at you almost in surprise. You were unsure whether or not he was going to help you get there, but you thought you’d see if he’d try.
“Me too, darling.” He groaned, and to your surprise, he thrusted faster and harder as he moved a hand tentatively down to your clit. In contrast to his other actions so far, he was rather gentle with it, and traced light circles across it. Matched with his pace and intensity, it was more than enough to make you orgasm.
You came in unison, with Cad letting out a low groan of your name as he gripped your hips tightly, spilling his cum inside of you. You thirst your head back in pleasure, but kept your eyes on Bane, watching his tough demeanour relax for a few seconds as he panted and groaned.
Cad pulled out, and laid down to catch his breath. Somehow you knew he wasn’t going to be spending the night, but you took the time to eye his form once more and entertain thoughts of another round.
He was a slightly selfish lover but you couldn’t tell if that was part of his whole act, or if it was some type of game you were unknowingly participating in. Despite this, you couldn’t deny the pleasurable feeling of bliss in your body as you lay naked beside him, both taking time to breathe. You had brief thoughts of other encounters in which you could eventually tame Bane and he’d focus entirely on your pleasure alone, but pushed them out. Although it wasn’t quite emotional attachment in the sense of the Jedi rules, you’d found only one encounter per individual to be best for avoiding the risky path of attachment.
Although, for Cad Bane, you were rather tempted to take that risk.
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Skin and Bones: Chapter 2/4 (Cad Bane x F!Reader)
Summary: While in the middle of a job, Cad Bane crosses paths with you once again. He proposes you help each other -- you'll both go away happy for once. But, as things usually do when you're involved, things quickly go pear-shaped and it's up to him to save both of your sorry asses.
Sequel to "Business and Pleasure."
Pairing: Cad Bane/F!Reader
Rating: 🌶️ Explicit 🌶️
Warnings for this chapter: Gambling, foot stomping, bantz, slight dubcon (sex pollen), fingering (female receiving)
CHAPTER 2
Bane gets into a bit of a routine. Blow, roll, twelve. Blow, roll, nine. Blow, roll, twelve. The crowd goes wild, and he basks in it like a Trandoshan in the sun. Was it earned? No. But it added to the illusion.
The pile grows steadily. He doesn’t count them -- bad luck to count at the table -- but there’s at least thirty thousand. Part of him considers just breaking the bank and getting the credits legitimately.
But where’s the fun in that?
You tug his sleeve. “We better cash out,” you say, staring intently past him.
He follows your gaze. A suited green Togruta is staring daggers at him, her mouth pressed into a thin line. The pit boss, likely. A pair of big, nasty-looking Karkarodons in attendant uniforms flank her.
Bane nods at you, handing you the dice, then turns to the dealer. “I’m done here,” he says. He slides a few stacks to the dealer before scooping up the rest. “Spreddit around fer me.”
The dealer waves the pit attendants over as you perform the dice swap. No one notices, and you hand the regular dice to the Besalisk, giving the dice a little blow.
He smiles broadly. “Much obliged, princess,” he says.
Bane bristles, but holds his tongue. One attendant counts the chips while the other glares at Bane. Finally, the one counting nods.
“This way,” he says.
Bane follows him. You move as well, only for the second to grab your shoulder.
“Only one person can cash out at a time,” he growls.
Shit. Time to think fast. Hope you catch on quick.
Bane slips his hand around your waist and puts on his best ‘unsuspicious twit’ voice. He hated using it, but rarely did it fail.
“And leave my lucky charm behind to get snatched up by someone else?” He pulls you flush against him. “I’d never do dat to my wife.”
He once heard a Quarren swallow its own face tentacles. It was only half as funny as the choking sound you make. He wishes he could see the look on your face, but you cover it with a cough before he can glance.
You throw on your own stupid voice, a Wild Space drawl. It’s... bad. “Yeah! This is a dan-ger-ous place for a li’l lady like mahself. Surrounded bah all these ruffians. I need mah husband to defend mah honah,” you say, sliding your arms around his torso. You flash some impressive voorpak pup eyes.
It’s tense for a moment, but the attendant sighs and shrugs. Wordlessly, he motions for him to follow.
Bane stifles a sigh of relief. “Come along, izrin,” he says, turning to you.
You’re wearing another expression he wishes he could bottle. Wide-eyed, brow furrowed, lips pressed into a hard line.
“I don’t know what you’re saying, but you better not be insulting me,” you whisper.
He just gives you a smirk.
You and Bane follow the attendant through a door and down a long, stark hallway, into the pit office. He feels your glower on him the whole time and relishes in it.
It’s a nice room, with a big desk made of real wood and a large, plush couch. A bookshelf is in the corner against the wall, next to a steel slab. The vault door, if the blueprints were to be believed.
“The boss will be with you... shortly,” the Karkarodon says as he leaves. He gives a toothy grin. “Get comfortable.”
As soon as the door closes, you stomp Bane’s foot. He bites back a squawk as he falls backwards onto the couch.
“Next time we’re getting married, have the decency to propose first,” you hiss. You stare intently at the desk for a few moments, then kneel in front of it.
His foot is fine, but that hurt . “I gotchu in here, didn’ I?” he growls, standing and limping over to you. “Wouldn’ kill ya to show a li’l appreciation.”
“Shut up and let me crack this.”
You pull a leather folio from your cleavage -- do you have a mini black hole in there? -- and open it. Inside is a variety of long, thin metal sticks. You pick two and slip them into a small hole on the desk, barely perceptible from his vantage point.
Bane knows next to nothing about analog locks. But watching the way your fingers twist and turn those little pieces of metal, your brow creased in concentration and your tongue between your teeth... It makes him want to learn. Listen to you explain the ins and outs and intricacies.
But unfortunately, he’s got a schedule to keep. “Hurry it up, girlie.”
“You want your money? Don’t rush me.” You put one stick between your lips as you pull another from your folio to put in the hole. It's a cute look.
Your hands suddenly give as the lock turns. Letting out a sigh, you slip your tools back into their case. You climb to your feet and slide the drawer open to reach inside.
“Button, button, who’s got the button...” Your eyes light up. “A-ha!”
A buzzer sounds, followed by a series of heavy clunks from the metal slab. Slowly, it slides open to reveal a hallway.
In spite of himself, he’s impressed. Not that he’ll ever tell you that outright. He instead gestures to the hall. Better you than him to trigger any traps.
You smile and trot ahead. “After this is another analog. It shouldn’t be a problem--”
Bane sees the glint of the laser tripwire. You don’t, and you walk right through it.
He braces himself for the blare of an alarm, but it never comes. Instead, an air vent releases a blast of warm air. The sudden gust is almost enough to knock his hat off.
He didn’t think smells were capable of violence, but then the cloying scent of flowers punches him in the olfactory glands. That’s the only way he can describe it. A violent assault by a bouquet of roses.
It’s not a bad smell, but it’s overwhelming. Like someone wearing too much perfume. He snatches his hat off his head to wave it away from his face.
“What da hell is dat?” he asks. He looks at you, hoping you’ll have an answer.
You don’t. Your cheeks are pallid and your eyes unfocused, staring into the abyss. Your mouth slightly opens to reveal your little pink tongue. You blink hard and swallow hard.
Then your eyes roll back, and you slump forward.
He catches you before you hit the ground. Wouldn’t do to have you crack your head open. Then he'd have no one to crack the analogs.
Moments later, the color is back in your cheeks, and you’re squinting at him. “What happened?” you murmur.
“Some kinda gas. Can ya stand?” He gives you his arm, then hauls you to your feet. You wobble for a moment, but recover enough to follow behind him. “After dis lock, what’s next?” he asks.
“Another office space. The vault can be opened directly from there.” You pause, then swallow thickly. “Is it hot in here?”
He doesn’t feel any different. “Probably dat rug yer wearin’.”
He expects you to haughtily correct him -- something like “it’s Pantoran taiga stoat fur, you uncultured plebeian” -- but you just swallow again.
“Yeah, probably,” you say, but you don’t sound convinced. You slough the fur coat off and toss it aside before kneeling in front of the door.
Bane watches you carefully. Your hands shake as you fiddle with the lock, and your cheeks are flushed dark while the rest of your face is pallid. It looked like what happened to Aurra Sing after she got bit by something on Kashyyyk.
The door swings open. You let out a heavy sigh and climb to your feet, only to stumble backwards. Bane catches you by the shoulders, making you gasp.
“Easy,” he says. He scans for any traps as you teeter against him. Seems clear.
You make a low sound, deep in your throat, then swallow again. Stiffly, you walk through the door.
This office is much, much nicer than the previous one. An even bigger desk. A bookshelf filled with real, paper books. A fishtank in the corner. And yet another big metal door.
“Safe’s through dere,” he says.
You respond not with words, but with a noise. A beautiful, low, lusty moan goes into his ears, trickles down his spine, and settles in his groin.
Slowly, he turns to look at you.
You’re completely flushed, from the neckline of your dress all the way up to your hairline. Sweat coats you in a sheen, and your pupils are dilated like you’d taken a hit of pure spice. You gulp for air.
“Bane,” you choke out. You stumble again, and he catches you.
He’s not ashamed to admit that he’s alarmed. Quite alarmed, considering that he was also hit with that gas. His breathing apparatus should have accounted for it, but it’s not infallible. Your system is different from his. It might affect him harder, it might not affect him at all.
He puts a hand on your forehead. He knows from past experience that you're warm, but you’re burning hot. “What’s wrong?” he asks, voice softer than he expects.
You swallow hard. Grabbing his hand, you pull it down to your cheek and nuzzle into his palm. It would be a sweet gesture, but he’s one room away from a pile of cash. And you look like you’re about to cry.
“I-I-I don’t know...” you say. He tries to pull away, but your grip tightens. You let out another moan, hoarser and louder. “Bane...”
Oof. He likes that. At any other time, he’d try to suck more whimpers from your mouth. Taste them on your tongue, hot and wet.
But of all the times that it has not been the time, now is especially not the time.
He tries to move again, but you grab his arm and haul him towards you with a force that catches him off guard. He tumbles into you, and you stumble into the wall. He only just manages to catch himself before his skull collides with yours.
Before he can react, you grab his collar and pull him into a scorching kiss. You don’t even try to ease into it. Your tongue is inside in an instant, stroking, probing, sucking all of the words right from his mouth.
To be frank, it’s an amazing kiss. Easily in his top five. But again, neither the place nor the time. Bane tries to pry his face away from yours, but you grab his breathing tubes and keep him close.
Your lips twitch as you try to form words. “Fffffuck me,” you finally manage to spit.
He blinks. “ What? ”
“Fuck me,” you repeat, more forcefully.
“Here?” You nod. “Now?” You nod even faster, and he can only stare at you. “Are ya crazy?!”
Bane has no idea what to think. This is stupid. You’re not a stupid woman -- cheeky and maddening, yes, but not stupid.
You try to pull him into a kiss again, but he grabs your wrists and forces them above your head. “Get a hold of yerself,” he hisses.
“I’m trying!” Your hips thrust up as you moan. “N-Need you to... To...!” Your words trail off into a low, low whine as you thrust again.
His cock twitches, just to spite him. He wants to. He really, really wants to. And you look so eager, so flushed, so ready...
He grits his teeth and releases you. “Get yer shit together while I get the cash.”
You sink to the floor against the wall as he pulls out his comlink. “Ike, tell me how to open the vault.”
“See the bookshelf? Top shelf, third book from the left. Pull it.”
At least the kid is punctual, he thinks to himself. He finds the book and pulls. Slowly, agonizingly slowly, the vault opens. He squeezes through as soon the gap is big enough for him.
It’s pretty normal for a vault. Clean, sterile, orderly. One wall holds shelves of briefcases, containing cash and chips. On the opposite are the safety boxes.
He goes for the cases, only to pause and look at the safety boxes. The locks don’t look analog. He could probably trip them with this wristcom. Which one did you say your necklace was in? He doesn’t remember.
Grabbing one case under each arm, he enters the office. “I can spring da locks on da boxes,” he says. “Just tell me which--”
He freezes. His mouth goes dry. The cases slip from his grasp and hit the ground with a jangly thud.
You’re right where he left you, slumped against the wall. But you’ve got the hem of your dress rucked up, your nylons around your ankles -- no panties to be seen, he idly notes -- and your hand rubbing furiously at your clit.
He’s seen your pussy before. It’s a great pussy. Nothing unusual about it. But now it’s... well, the only word he can find for it is engorged. Swollen and red and soaked. He’s never seen that on... well, anyone.
“Karkin’ hells,” he mutters to himself. He’s not sure whether it’s annoying or arousing. His twitching cock isn’t helping matters.
Your eyes fly open. “Did you get the--” You cut yourself off with a moan as your hips thrust upwards. “Fuck!”
He swallows. ‘Arousing’ is winning, and he’s fighting it with all he’s got. “What da hell’s gotten into ya?!” he barks. “We got a job to do and yer touchin’ yerself like a whore!”
“I can’t help it! I can’t-- It won’t stop!” You sound like you’re on the brink of tears. “It’s throbbing and my body’s on fire and I can’t think--!”
Bane can’t do anything but stare at you. He’s been in unusual situations before -- especially when you’re involved -- but this is wild. He’s trying very hard to keep his blood in his head, but that’s damn near impossible. That flowery smell is still hanging around too, muddling his mind further.
You slump against the wall, sliding down onto your side as you furiously touch yourself. You look so pitiful. Driven half-mad by whatever is happening.
Arousal wins out. He swallows. “I'll help ya,” he says slowly, “but we gotta be quick.”
You look at him like he was the Maker himself descended from on high.
Scrambling to your feet, you rip the nylons off and throw yourself at him. He catches you in his arms and, before you can try to devour his mouth again, spins you and pushes you up against the desk.
With one swipe of his arm, everything on the surface crashes to the floor. Putting his weight on your back, he forces your chest down and rucks your dress up to slip his hand between your legs. A hiss escapes him as he finds your soaked heat.
He slides his trigger finger into you and curls it, forcing a cry from your lips that goes straight to his cock. In goes a second, a third. No trouble at all. Like putting on a perfectly-fitted glove.
And the noises you’re making... He shudders. He hasn’t even touched your clit yet.
You wiggle your hips against him. “C’mon...!” you say, trying to raise your head to look at him.
He’s in a hurry, but he can’t resist a little fun. Knotting his hand in your silky hair, he presses your head back down.
“Beg fer it, girlie,” he purrs.
“Stars above, Cad, please touch me,” you whine, your voice breathy and hoarse. The scent of flowers hits him again. Probably lingering from whatever gas blasted you.
He intended to push you more, but you just sound so desperate. Stretched. Ready to snap like an old tension cable.
Bane tightens his grip on your hair as he maneuvers his fingers to touch your clit. You howl loud enough that his ears ring.
He curls his fingers and you moan. He swivels his palm and you buck. He tugs your hair and you whine like a tooka in heat.
Such simple actions with such violent reactions.
And it goes both ways. You moan and his cock twitches. You buck and he bucks back, grinding his cock into your rear. You whine and he groans.
“Oh, Cad,” you manage. “Oh, stars, yes!”
You come undone faster than he’d have liked, but he’s not too disappointed. You twitch and convulse around him, bucking into his hips, singing his praises. Finally, you collapse against the desk, breathing hard.
“Y’alright?” he asks. You nod. He lets you rest for a ten count before he continues. “What’s da number of da safety box?”
You roll your eyes. “Why yes, I am better now, thanks,” you huff. “It’s twenty-six.”
He steps back. “Collect yerself. I’ll get the rock.”
You sit up and snap a dry, two-fingered salute.
Bane returns to the vault. Twenty-six is easy to find, and he takes careful aim at the lock with his wristcom electrode. A few seconds of current make the electronics pop and smoke. The box slides out with a hiss. He reaches inside.
...and finds nothing.
Withdrawing his hand, he peers into it. It’s completely empty.
He lets out a sigh. He’s got a bad feeling about this.
“Troubles?” You’re at the door, carrying one of the cases in your arms. Your cheeks are still flushed, but you’ve managed to get yourself presentable. You even retrieved your fur stole.
He tosses his head towards the safety box and you go toward it, leaving the case behind. He pops the lid of the briefcase open. There are credits in there, but in the back, there are heavy metal blocks. Duds. Decoys.
Arousal evaporates into white hot rage. Pure, blinding rage that makes him clench his jaw so hard his teeth hurt. He whips the case against the wall and pulls his blaster out and aims at you.
But you already have a tiny blaster trained on him. “Fool me once, shame on you,” you growl, “but fool me three times and I’m just mad.”
You’re not quite as cute anymore.
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Bane: I'd never do that to my wife
Reader: *burglar.exe has stopped working*
The "my wife" exchange is my favorite bit in the whole thing.
Thank you for reading! Special thanks to Magoo and my bf for beta-ing.
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Hello! I LOVE your writing so much, and I sae your asks are open. Would you be able to write something on what it would be like kissing Rex for the first time. And if you wanted to get spicy, what it would be like having sex for the first time.
I stopped Writing my cad bane x reader for this and YES YOU CAN
Im really glad you enjoy my reader despite all of my errors. I have grammerly for a reason I should be using it.
Also. I will write the smut scene but will have this be request be two parts because it ended up getting really long and really got into sweet rex
Before I go I love you| Rex
Warnings: mentions of being naked, suggestive, Anakin Skywalker being a big brother, really really slowly building up that sexual tension thats gonna be in part two
Reader: Female
"I love you!" Rex shouted, "I. Love you."
The boys went crazy as they stood on the gunner ship, finally he had said it.
"I've always loved you! So I-" Rex spoke.
"We have to go!" Redeye shouted, the other Gunner ships starting to make there way off the ground slowly.
"I just." Rex spoke, as he looked down at Y/n, the general holding a flower in hand he had handed her before hand, "You don't have to return my feelings, but I wanted to tell you. You're what keeps me going! And even if we're not in a relationship, or you want me court marshelled or anything! Knowing that you're alive keeps me going!"
"I have to go! They need us Rex Im sorry!" Redeye apologized, as he started up his ship.
Rex leaned over the edge, a knee to the ground of the ship, "General. As long as your safe I dont care how you treat me-"
He was cut off by her kissing him, the boys whistling as Rex ran a hand through her hair. His lips were rough against her soft ones, Rex from the labor of his efforts in the battlefront of warm no hot to the touch as he had been going non-stop. It was the longest amount of peace he had gotten on a battle feild, feeling as if he was sitting in a feild, with her the only being for the whole planet. White noise filling his head as he pulled her in closer, deeping the kiss he'd felt he'd never get again.
It was the ship slowly rising higher than broke them apart.
"I love you!" She cried out as his hand held hers, "so Come back to me! All in one piece!"
He smiled down at her, as there hands slolwy pulled away from one another due to height.
"I'll never loose if I have you to go home to!" Y/n shouted up at him.
"I love you!" He shouted for a final time as Redeye took off, Rex rising to his feet as the door was slid shut.
"YEAH!"
"He did it! He finally did it!"
"You wanna talk about that Rex?" Anakin asked, he wasnt at all happy.
"Uh...I have feelings for General Y/n-"
"Who?"
"I uh. Mean General Skywalker sir." Rex responded, how could he forget her damn twin brother was standing next to him and none the less his General.
Anakin laughed, "I won't man any other man with her."
Anakin placed a hand on his shoulder as Rex sighed in relief, "So that means take the pin up of her off the ship,"
"Hey!" Fives complained, "she said we could!"
"She said what!?" Anakin shouted.
Rex was proud to say that he kissed his crush and won the seven day battle. When the group returned to Corusaunt a mess, covered in dust dirt and grime they all came back exhausted, running on fumes.
Rex had gotten a surge of energy from the ration bars distributed eariler as he rushed out the Gunner ship, looking for Y/n.
There she was in all her glory, her dark robes covered in light tan sand dirt, her face showed the same dirt and grime that covered her boots, her hair pulled up in a sloppy ponytail.
Rex pushed past moving clones, excuse mes and I need to get bys as he made his way closer and closer.
"General-"
"Rex!" She pushed past others apologizing as they finally got to each other, Clones too tired to pay any attention.
Once within reach they grabbed one another.
"You're alright!" Rex spoke.
"You're okay? You're alright?" Y/n questioned holding his face.
"I've never been better-" He told, but was cut off with a kiss.
Her hand running through his soft blonde buzz cut as she pulled away softly.
"We're lucky all these clones are tired, we could get caught." Rex spoke.
"Then come on."
Rex let her pull him off, and sneak him into her room.
Wait.
Was. Was this happening. Now?
He gulped as she closed and locked the door behind her.
"Go ahead take a shower." Y/n responded, "the refreshers that way."
"Oh, uh, yeah..." Rex spoke making his way over to the refresher placing his helmet on her table before walking inside.
Y/n was pulling out some blacks she had from when she has snuck in as a clone trooper, and was more than glad that she had a strong build being the same height as her brother.
Folding them neatly she walked in the refreshed the shower running as Rex unfortunately hidden behind the curtian.
"Rex. I brought some of my old blacks from when I snuck into the GAR." She told him, "unless you want me to retrieve some of yours for you?"
The only sound was the water hitting the floor as he didn't respond. She frowned, perhaps it was because he was in the shower?
She supposed it was diffrent when you're with a whole bunch of the same guy verus a female.
"Want me to join you?" She questioned.
He was silent again, but cleared his throat.
"Um...please?" He questioned himself.
Y/n chuckled, "alright then Captian."
She stripped of her chlothes, Rex seeing her silhouette undressing in the curtain as he quickly rinsed off any dirt he may have had on him. He'd be lying if he said he wasnt just standing under the shower the water hitting his neck and running down his back as he thought about what had unfolded within those seven days.
The curtain shifted as he turned his back to her rising what small amount of hair he had as she stepped in behind him.
"Its cold Captain." Y/n noted aloud.
"Ah. Sorry, Use to it." Rex spoke rubbing the back of his neck, "I prefer it to the heat."
Y/n chuckled, "As do I,"
Her finger tips grazed a fresh scar on his back sholder blade.
"I never liked the heat, reminds me too much of Tatooine..." Y/n infromed quietly, "Its a dream of mine to go see the snow moons or planets."
"You've never seen the snow?"
"No...Anakin got all those missions. I suppose I was jealous that he got them, got to see the opposite to what we knew so well," she told kissing his shoulder softly, "or maybe I eas just jealous that he was takin you away from me."
Rex chuckled at her small joke his shoulders loosening as she rubbed her rub over his biceps, fingers traveling around his body, rubbing small knots and kinks out of his tired body.
"Maker..." he moaned in pleasure, "is that a jedi trick? You find them so easily."
Y/n chuckled as she contuined to rub on him scars and thight muscles, "no. You're just a tired soilder...my tired soilder."
He melted at her possessiveness, even if it was a small tease, slowly he turned around, face to face with Y/n as she smiled, his face rose in heat as he tried to keep his gaze away from hers, but her fingers rubbed along the sides of his neck down to his shoulders as he let his head roll back.
Y/n contuined to please him, releasing small knots under his skin. He felt bad for feeling so good, muscle pain turned into releif as she ran a hand through his short buzz cut, rubbing the back of his head.
"Its no fair to you...mesh'la. Mhmm." He spoke moaning under her fingers she chuckled.
"Go ahead Captain. I didn't say you couldn't put your hands on me." She teased as she slowly dropped her hands.
He gulped, his hands unknowning up what to really do, she dropped her hands off his shoulders and lifted his hands to her shoulders, his fingers slowly massaging her skin and up her neck, into her hair where he massaged her scalp.
She hummed Softly her eyes closing as he guided her under the water softly.
"You don't have too."
"I'd like too if you'd allow me."
"Hmm...okay..."
Rex smiled as he washed her hair for her, making sure get all the sand dirt out.
She yawned as the soapy water washed into her mouth, immediately coughing and choking on it.
"I'm sorry! Im sorry!"
"I-Its okay! Really!"
Rex watched her recover as she wipped away any soap from her face.
"Im okay."
Rex sighed in relief, "I think I'll just...step out."
Rex left quickly before Y/n could get a word in. He got dressed in the bottom blacks left for him leaving the shirt for her.
Sitting on rhe small cushions she used for meditirating he held his face in his hands, he was beyond embarrassed. He had made her choke and none the less on soapy water.
Wait-
He had made her choke.
His face deepened in red as he couldnt believe how he was thinking- but he wanted to make her choke, by his own hand rather than water-
"Might have gained a bit more muscle I suppose huh? You fit into those good?" Y/n questioned.
What? Was she talking to him?
He turned around to answer her even if it was delayed as he spotted her in the black turtle neck, a simple pair of black panties matching them.
"I-uh yeah..." he flustered looking away.
She smiled as she walked over to him, standing infront of him, "Come on. You can come over to the bed."
"I-I don't think thats appropriate G-general."
Y/n only chuckled, "we did just shower together."
Well. She had a point.
"R-right." Rex spoke.
"But you don't have to. If you don't want too." She spoke taking small steps backwards, as she fell onto the bed happily.
Rex chuckled at her playful adittute, her feet kicking into the air, he got himself up catching one of her legs as she chuckled, pulling her legs far enough to wedge himself between them he fell ontop of her as she laughed, running her fingers through his soft buzz cut he hummed laying his head on her chest, every worry he had flying away.
"You know...we should go to the snow..." he spoke softly, his own arms resting under hers and messing with the ends of her hair.
"Mhm. Yeah sounds nice." She spoke, to lost in the sweet moment to be excited, without another word the two fell asleep in each others grasp.
When moring came Rex was up early, sitting up he was tugged on as Y/n drapped her arm over him, she stirred in her sleep as he rubbed her head, her drowsiness taking over as she fell back asleep
Skillfully getting out of her grasp he started to get dressed in his armor.
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Playing with Fire / Cad Bane ~ part three
Summary; Cad Bane sets foot in a library looking for information, quickly coming to learn you were more then the average librarian. As a former Bounty Hunter you decide to help out, you’re smart and that’s an asset he could use but that wise mouth has him wondering what use he could use and if it would be worth it.
Warning; Fluff, Angst, Emotional Turmoil, Violence, starting to get hot and heavy, alien (obviously), Cad Bane can kind of be an ass, age gape (canonically during clone wars Bane is 41-43ish) reader is mid 20’s, sapiosexual, mild toxicity that gets fixed, toothpicks, green and red blud, Bane’s cycle, biting
Word Count: 4.5k
part 2 part 4(wip)
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Your eyes lingered on him flicking your tongue over your lips, "Taste good too?" you asked curiously gently tugging off your dress off to not disturb any of the blades. You watched him take in your new bare form except the chest band that barely covered you and stringy underwear that left you thinly covered. Smiling wider when you could see his throat visibly moving with the growl that's escaped him, you sat up gliding your fingers over his holster belt and pulled him closer.
"Ya have no i'dere how good," he mumbled letting you guide him forward. Bane's fingers went to Holsters undoing the belt attachment for his leather chaps carefully dropping the holsters to the floor while his other hand undid his pants in the process stripping him off his vest and shirt leaving his chest bare. Hands ran downs his bare chest pleadingly for him to hurry up before trailing down, "Ya' makin it real har' for ma not to take 'nother taste."
"I am not designed for the mating roughness of Duros, however if there is enough Bacta on hand"
"Ya might end up witha couple scars on dat temptin skin of yours," he interrupted.
"I am only so patient, Cowboy," you frowned sitting up and slowly pulled the underwear down to your knees.
"Kriff woman," he hissed the smell hitting him harder, "Dangerous..." he muttered inhaling the perfect smell of compatibility. He grabbed the rim of his hat and tossed it over his shoulder pulling down his pants. Bane positioned himself between your legs grabbing the side of your throat letting his fangs protrude as he worked his teeth into the crook of your neck.
You gasped at the roughness of the bite. His free hand moved down to your chest band unfastening it let it thud to the ground. The hand on your throat tighten and his cool hand grabbed onto your breast cooling their burning warmth with his touch palming it in his hand gently kneeding it then he move long fingers moved further down. One entered quickly followed by another and you felt his bite increase while he fingers starting coaxing you. You felt his teeth come up moving them forward to your shoulder causing you to cry out. His longer digits worked faster exploring your expanse moving his thumb to your clit working it as fast as a man trying to control the descent of a crashing ship. The pleasure and pain were unbridled to anything you've ever felt before.
"Ya get one chance, bite ma an' make it worth it," he said unhinging his jaw from your body licking up the wound knowing at this rate he could probably track you across a planet if he needed too. He moved his shoulder to your mouth waiting. You didn't disappoint. You bite him hard enough to puncture him then some causing him to moan, "Woman 'ya know how t'bite a man," he said feeling you licking the wound like he does almost regretting asking you too because you couldn't taste what he could nor scent him in return but fark did it turn him on.
"Do you- normally like- being bit?" You managed to pant out as the pressure was swelling in the pit of your stomach waiting for him to push you over the edge.
"Durin' my cycle'nly."
"How- does it- work?" You asked looking down his perfectly toned torso letting your fingers trail up his perfectly cool chest, Odd benefit, I get warmer the more aroused I get but he's always cool. And he has
"Why so many questions?" He growled hating the fact the answer turned him on, letting his thumb caress your throat feeling the heat beating through it.
"Know-ledge," you panted out feeling his index trail the sponge on the inside causing the dam in you to almost break then he suddenly stopped and withdrew his fingers.
He brought his fingers to his tongue an undignified pur surged through him, "Watch'den." He kept with his crimson eyes on you as you looked down watching his cock spring from the protected position inside of himself, "Stawp eye'n me like frea'show." No way in shape or form was Bane self conscious, he'd had more then his fair share of ladies with zero complains but it was the one of the first time he had let anyone watch and the eye your eyes were glued to his cock made him wonder if he made the wrong decision.
You blinked looking up him, "You're not. I was committing your anatomy to memory... Why ask me to watch if you didn't want me to look?" you asked before looking back down at him. You were surprised there was only one but it was rather large with dull ridges coating it and in a shockingly deep teal color but with his skin being blue and his blood being green it made sense.
"Woman, 'im gonna shut you up."
"I'd like to see you try," you said poking the bantha.
He quickly though temporarily removed hand from your throat forcibly spreading your legs for him and plunged himself into your solar core. His natural slick already coating him but how soaked you were barely gave him any resistance causing a string of curses fall out of his mouth with how tightly he was compressed in you. Every inch of him completely filled you, seamlessly.
You heard the animalistic pur he made as he grinded his hips into yours. You brought your hands forward on his chest neck to his throat right next his vocal cords feeling it, feeling it in awe.
"Quit bein soft' " he huffed, he didn't want to be soft until his body forced him too.
"I think you like my softness," you cooed purpose squeezing your core around him feeling him twitch.
You stared into the mammalian blood colored eyes that were squinting at you. As if hell had commanded it, you saw the last restraint in him snap lose. Long fingers grabbed your wrist as he started drilling you, eventually letting go when his cool touch had seeped into your flesh. Each stroke splitting you in two. It was unusual but your mind was slowly clouding, the only thing going through it was Bane. The way his lips were parted, fangs bared and staring at you like you were the only thing in the room. Logically the hormones... What was I thinking about? The questions in your mind spidered apart like a broken mirror letting words just become broken syllables with no meaning. His cocks pulls a string of indecent moans and whimpers out of you as the ridges coax over the pleasure spot with tenacious speed. Managed to open your hips a little wider even if Bane was more on the narrow side but he felt the slight change in how your walls clung to him, grunting his appreciation. Unknown if your hands starting sliding back his chest tracing the scars but you moved your hands to his back letting your nails gently trail down him. You nearly flinched his face got even a more predatory look as he continued to stare down at you observing every twitch in your face and how your eyes kept threatening to go back or shut on him. Curiously you used your hands to force him down to you. You brought your nose to his neck inhaling his scent, the smell of leather had embedded it's self into his skin along with whiskey and death.
Sniffing him had triggered another response in him, Stupid mammal actin so fuckin hot. His vocal cords strained against his continued growling watching you offer your unbitten shoulder to him, fuckin' bold 'nd submissive. He sunk his teeth into you accepting the offering feeling you flutter harder around him.
"Bane..." you moaned, your eyes closing and hips jolting upward. Your body giving into the orgasm as his hand squeezed your breast, the other running across your stomach and his teeth marking you. Your legs came up clenching his hips as he continued to ride you through the high finally near the end he spilled into you still continuing until he felt all of it squeezed out of him by how hard you were clenching around him.
He pulled his teeth out of you stilling leaving his face in the crook of your neck inhaling you, the arousal and combinations of fluids within you. How easy it would be for him to drop you on some random planet letting you hike across it as he tracked you through it with how overwhelming your sent was. He listened to your ragged breathing until you started shivering at the coolness of him, he was enjoying the sun that was your body but his Durosian mind forced him to move.
You watched him get up and rip open a tiny trunk in the corner pulling out several blankets and scooped up his pile of clothes. The annoyed expression seemed out of place as he seemed to move on autopilot tucking the clothes around your body that wouldn't be touching him if he got back into bed. He layered all of the extra blankets on top of you and placed his leather duster on top before he slide back into then bed.
"Mr. Bane! Your hormones levels have dropped significantly!" Todo said rushing it excitedly noticing the nesting scene in front of him, "I will get the Bacta," he said quickly retreating seeing the murderous expression across Bane's face as he sat up hissing at the droid.
You still didn't trust your mouth to make coherent sentences instead gently grabbing his shoulder and pulling him back down, noticing the slight snarl to his lips as he obeyed.
"I have the bacta, Mr. Bane!" Todo rushed over to you examining the barely visible marks on you from how high Bane had pulled the blankets over you.
You tried to reach up for it but he smacked your hands down with an audible thump, "Mr. Bane, behave! You've quiet made the lovely ne-"
"Todo, can it ya bag of bolts," he said lip continued to twitch as he opened the tube spreading generous amounts on your shoulders. He used one arm to prop himself up letting that hand gently rest on the side of your stomach and the other working in the bacta into every tooth mark his fingers could find. He applied an extra layer massaging it into with the tips of his un-nailed fingers before closing it and tossing it back at Todo, "ya best leave 'nd know it." Todo caught the tube and quickly dashed from the room leaving you two to bask in the afterglow. The intimacy of it made his skin want to shed as laid there catching his breath as his legs were entangled with yours and one hand gently laying on your stomach. Gonna wipe that lil droids memory latah, don' like any one seen ma like dis. "Told ya I would'a make ya shut ya trap," he mumbled hearing a soft laugh come from you that made him look up for a brief moment to see the genuine smile on your soft face.
Slowly the questions started flowing back into your head, "What... was good going to say?" you whispered.
"Woman...," he hissed, "nest," his body forced him to say as the little reptilian part of his brain was screaming to guard you as you soaked him in and give you what you needed.
You looked down at the outlaw, notorious for being rough, dangerous and cruel but now covered you protectively even though annoyance lace every feature while doing so, "When we walk out of this room I will forget it happened," you said trying to comfort his annoyance, Doesn't mean I won't think about it on a daily basis. Surprisingly you saw his face get angry, "What is it? I assumed that the mild intimacy of the aftermath of your cycle causes makes you uncomfortable as you said and I quote 'Quit bein' soft'." You heard the snap of his jaw the small grind of his teeth against each other and small alien click of his tongue. You fell silent not wanting to anger him further sensing he doesn't want to talk about it at all. You wiggled a little bit getting comfortable in the heat of the blankets but scooting just lightly away from him before letting your eyes shut caving to the need for a nap.
Bane let you sleep for about an hour before fussing at you to wake up to clean yourself, "Woman, betta gehet ya self up. Gehet outta bed before ya get one of dose mammal uti dings," he said shaking you a bit.
You groan, "I'm comfy," you complained.
"I'll let ya take the blankets to ya bunk but firs' clean it up," Bane grabbed the clothes out from under you and pulled back the blankets watching you shiver and reluctantly get up and walk over the mini refresher and close the door. Hearing you mumble, "Quit bein' soft, then cares about my health so confusing." He grumbled about not wanting to have to make another med station stop.
Sitting over the tiny toilet you let your hand trail down to your still drenched cunt spinning some it on your finger to examine the green tint to it, interesting. You finished cleaning yourself up heading back out to find your clothes laid out along with the blankets folded under them and Bane gone. That's more of what I expected from him, you thought quickly throwing the clothes on, wrapping the blankets in your arms and depositing them on the bunk noticing Bane noticeably absent. Is he avoiding me? You scowled at the thought. You grabbed fresh evening wear finding the main refresher hoping in the sonic to get the residue of sweat and him off before heading back into the bunk room and jumping up unto the bunk with your data pad wrapping yourself back up in the blankets. You looked at the time it was early into the next rotation but the nap had disturbed your sleep cycle so you stayed up attempting to look over the information disk but your mind still hadn't fully woken back up or focus on anything besides the way Bane touched you and looking at the faint bruises on your wrist. You groaned remembering how his long fingers had wrapped around your wrist overlapping. Shaking your head you pulled your eyes away finding a message from Hondo and laughed.
“Running off with Bane? Tsk tsk, Beautiful Stars, both of you were quite the show. Be safe, he is a dangerous fellow. When you need something real, you know where to find me.”
You rolled your eyes rereading it realizing it was one of the stupidest things you’d ever done, you thudded your head against your knees, “How stupid,” you practically yelled. You stared at the message realizing who ever was gunning for you or the both of you just got handed a loaded blaster, “Theoretically I destroyed the chips in our comms, logically their watching possibly even watched the encounter at the bar. It would be a bold assumption to conclude we’re an ‘item’ due based on just sexual chemistry but given the amount of times we’ve been seen together does seem like a conclusion a regular person would conclude. That does give us an advantage however because they’ll expect us to be together so if we split up it would give them an opportunity to attack…” you didn’t realize you were talking out loud until you finally heard Bane’s breathing in the tiny gap of silence watching him read Hondo’s displayed message.
“Do ya eva take a breath?” he said curtly.
You shut off the display, “On the occasion when my lungs demand it,” you said distractedly trying to piece together a plan but Bane still standing there kept distracting you, “Do you further require my assistance?” you asked switching off the pad looking at him, his hands on his hips, a toothpick in his mouth and everything perfectly back in place.
“Nah, heard da scream dan ya ramblin’.”
“Ah, apologies. I realized I made a mistake with the public display by drawing further unwanted attention to us.”
“Neva had a woman call ma a mistake. Ain’t no us.”
“I liked you better full of hormones,” you muttered quietly, “I am aware there is not an us, the glares by ex lovers on Corellia said every woman is a fleeting moment come and gone nor did I call you my mistake persay.”
“Ain’tchu one to talk, flirtin with ma, da Duros, da nurse, Hondo,” he grunted, “dar ain’t a you an’ anyone else ‘ther.”
You eyed him, he made an obvious point but it still stung, “Might give Hondo a shot. Poor man had been pinning after me though I’m not generally one for sharing,” you mumbled laying back and rolling over on your stomach turning your head towards the wall.
Bane took three long steps across across the room, a quick step up to the bunk and tossed the blankets back pressing himself into your backside wrapping his digits around the front of your throat and his free hand went around your waist gripping the region of your body between your mound and stomach, “Shut ya fuckin mouth.” His grip on your throat loosened at your silence smelling the fear coming off you his eyes flicked down to what you were wearing coming to the conclusion you completed defenseless under him. It stirred him enough to gently rubbed his hips across your ass, “Der ain’t no otha men when ya with me, got it.”
“You don’t need to pretend your interested in me. You needed to satisfy your cycle which from my research should be completed,” you expressed flatly trying to distract yourself and keep yourself calm. One of the most dangerous men in the galaxy in a prime position to kill you without the hormones making him a little soft he was one of the most cold blooded killers in the galaxy and you will start having to choose your words more carefully… Means I have to get my own tooth picks, you thought your lip sneering for a moment, why is that my first thought. You felt Bane get off, his boots thudding against the floor and watched his thin frame stand in the door frame, “Got it?” he repeated.
“Yes, Mr. Bane,” you said formally watching him walk off. You finally swallowed the frog in your throat twisting to lay on your back before hoping down and tucking two of your vibro knifes under your pillow before laying back down. Your fingers traced where his fingers had been before shaking your head, pulling the blankets close letting sleep take you.
Todo woke you early several hours later curled up in the blankets, “What are you doing with those?” he gasped, “I bet Mr. Bane would love to know you’ve been going through his personal belonging.”
So Bane did erase his memory of last night, “be my guest, he told me too take them.”
Todo raised a finger then lowered it, “Get dressed we’re at our next destination.”
“Is there any Caf?” You asked sitting up rubbing your eyes.
“Two rooms to the left,” Todo said scampering off.
You jumped down finding the body suit you first meet him in throwing a baggy layer over it before finding the room that was almost a kitchen. Bane was already sitting there sipping on a cup. Ignoring his gaze you scared the drawers finding the caf and cups. You made yourself a cup adding sweater not trusting the unlabeled creamer. Finding the table had two chairs, you forced yourself to sit across from him in silence playing out your pad finding another message from Hondo “Lived to tell the tale?” you wanted to smile but forced your face to remind neutral, “Lived, yes. A tale to tell? No,” you replied watching Hondo’s reply pop up almost immediately, “Shame, wasteful of such a beauty. Good luck on your score.” You closed the messages finding Bane staring at the pad.
“Hondo making sure I lived through the evening.”
“Don’ ye start gossipin ‘bout me.”
“There is nothing to gossip about. Nothing happened,” you said coldly sipping the revoltingly hot caf, “Anyway when we’re in a town I have a couple things I need to acquire.”
Bane’s eyes darted into daggers, his frozen blood beginning to inferno in his veins, “Like what?”
“Additional blankets, toothpicks, and some decent creamer.”
Bane’s eyes turned into red slits, “What’s wrong with ma blankets?”
“Todo made it sound like I was in trouble for having them. It would be prudent if I acquire my own so it’s not a further issue.”
“He ten’s to run his trap, ignore’im.”
“I still rather procure my own,” you said taking another sip.
“Why not just take ma picks?”
“And if I need one in public? Todo already made the point you don’t share. I’ll attain my own, theirs is already enough of a target on our backs.”
The cup broke in Bane’s hand sending the near room temperature caf gushing all over the table, he wiped his hand on a towel and stood over you staring you down. He grabbed your baggy shirt collar yanking you up and kicking the chair sending it clattering away yanking you towards the wall. The fear made him loosen his grip, “Furst ya reject my nesting blankets an’ dan have da audacity to not just ask meh just hand ya a pick?”
“It is a matter of principle. ‘Ain’t no us,’ so it would be morally wrong for hold onto them longer then necessary and when has anyone asked Cad Bane for something without paying him? I am not lady like enough to carry a purse with credits everywhere nor it would prudent to exchange the knifes in my concealments for credits.”
“Woman…” he growled hovering his face close yours feeling your breath on his cool skin warming him, “ya just enjoy throwin my word back at ma, don’ya?”
“I consider it citing information from the source.”
“Lil smart mouth.”
You watched him close his narrow eyes close as he closed the clasp between you kissing you with his thin lips letting his tongue shove its way in to dance along the side of yours, stroking it and making circles it. You felt his hand release your shirt moving down to fondle your breast and the other hand down to your ass. You couldn’t help the small chuckle when you heard his hat fall off, Bane replied with growl and he pulled away to turn towards his hats seeing it in the spilled caf.
“Drat, it ‘twas nice hat,” he walked over picking it up and shoved open the door, “Todo!” With in a few moments the droid showed up, “Clean da mess up. Leave ‘er ’lone ‘bout the blankets or I’ll leave ya full of holes ‘nd get ‘er one of my extra toothpick tins.”
“Mr. Bane, I am not a butler droid. I am a techno service droid.”
“Now,” he huffed strutting off to save his hat.
“Toothpick are in that drawer,” Todo said pointing at the far counter drawer, “Mr. Bane has taken an unusual liking to you. First the toothpicks and now his nesting blankets. It’s odd.”
“He deleted your memory of last night, we took care of his… cycle.”
“That would explain the health information and lapse in time. However those are very dear to him.”
“Why?”
“I made’em,” you heard Bane’s metallic drawl behind you, “Gehet movin let’ go,” he said tapping the heel of his boot.
“Of course,” you tucked the tin in your pocket and followed after him.
The smell of various foods clung in the air, “Smell’s delicious,” you noted looking around at the residential area and the bustling foot traffic and restaurants and hotels as far as the eye could see. You watched Bane grind his teeth back and forth seeing the toothpick tilt up and down.
“ ‘ngry?”
“Yes.”
“Pic’a place.”
“Wouldn’t it be better to eat after-“
“Now.”
You started walking eyeing each place until you found one that looked semi appealing. You strolled in, the atmosphere was almost romantic. It was dark inside, each booth was dimly lit with the faint trace of music playing. Surprisingly Bane followed you inside without so much as a grumble sliding into the booth across from you tiling his hat down to where his eyes were barely noticeable. You ordered simple but hearty and he ordered the most basic thing on the menu. Fingers fidgeted with the silverware as the silence hung in the air but Bane wasn’t a man of many words. He ate fast and you tried to keep up but didn’t last long but he didn’t say anything. You watched him tilt his head up turning your eyes in that direction seeing the man watch you from the other side of the restaurant.
“Didn’ take em long,” Bane grunted.
“Take care of him or let him follow?”
“Wanna show me ya fire?”
You smiled, “I told you wouldn’t like it,” you stood up slammed your hands on the table and glared at him, “Seriously Bane! The nerve! Everyone is talking about it!” You stormed out of the restaurant side eyeing the man watching the scene.
Bane watched the man approach him and did his best to be grumpy, “Wha’ya want?”
“I take it the ladies no longer spoken for?” Bane recognized the man’s nastily accent.
“Woman,” is all he muffed out. He wanted the man follow after you from the window for a distance before following him discreetly letting you play out whatever scheme you had in store. He watched you talking to the man in the alleyway, flirting with him pretending not to notice the restraints in his back pocket mildly sticking out. He most have thought he was chatting you up real well when you ran your hands down chest grabbing the cuffs and slapping it on him. Bane watched in fascination as you placed a blade into his shoulder. He saw your tantalizing finger motion him forward, grinning he walked over watching the man bleeding down his shirt.
“It would for the best of you started talking, I am far kinder then Bane.”
The man turned to Bane grinning, “Do you how much he bounty on her is?”
“Excuse me? There is not a bounty on me that I am aware of.”
“Front pocket.”
Bane reaches into the man’s pocket and saw the Holo of her face and reward, “Why would he have a bounty on you?” Bane said turning around showing the bounty chip from Jabba.
“She’s been missing for a year, she’s very valuable to them.”
“Why’d ya go on vacation?”
“Just wanted a break.”
“No bad blood?” Bane said.
“No.”
“A’ight, let’s go clear dis up,” Bane shot the man, grabbing the restraints off his wrist quickly slapped them on your wrist cinching them tightly, “Don’ wan’cha running,” he said giving you a little shove, “Get walk’in.”
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