Congrats Alex đâ€ïžđ You are a fantastic writer, I can't wait to see what else your big brain comes up with! For the prompts, could I get "you have kind eyes" from the sfw prompts with Jango?
AHHHH thank you, Vee, my darling!!đâš
Ok, so I practically yanked myself out of a writing funk to do this one so it might be a little clunky, but I absolutely love this prompt with Jango and really enjoyed working on it.
Pairings: Jango Fett x f!reader
Words: 1k
Warnings: none :) itâs just pure fluff with a tiny bit of internal angst from Jango
Ever since you could remember youâve loved what makes each personâs face unique, how even those who look alike have defining features that belong to no one else but them. From the twiâleks, to the rodians, to other humans, you appreciated the physical characteristics that made each individual special.
It might be the curve of someoneâs jaw, a scar or birthmark, or the way their eyebrows scrunched together when they were lost in thought.
But the eyes, those were your favorite. Each set you encountered was so unique you were certain no two beings in the universe shared the same kind. How could they? Eyes told stories, ones that not even words could communicate, and every living thing had a story to tell, no matter how insignificant they thought they were.
Youâre staring at your own face in the mirror now, running your fingers along every inch of it to apply the cream Jango bought you after he finished his last job. It smells sweet, almost like berries, and it makes you want to take just a minute longer working it in to savor the luxurious way it makes you feel.
You hear the bathroom door whoosh open and Jango steps in, his curly black hair standing out as he passes the mirror. A hand brushes along your lower back as he moves behind you, reaching to place a towel back on its rack before squeezing your hip and walking away.
You continue massaging the cream into your face, but a few seconds later you realize you havenât heard the sound of the door sliding shut. Then in your peripheral vision you see it. That curly black hair is still there.
You focus your vision on his reflection and there he is, just leaning against the wall with his arms folded, watching you.
âWhat?â you ask with a smile.
He just shakes his head, a smile teasing at his lips.
Jango has never been one to explicitly tell you how he feels, that was something you learned fairly quickly. All those years working as a bounty hunter made him think intimacy was a luxury heâd never be able to experience, and as a precaution he built up walls, something to protect him in case he found himself in a moment of weakness.
Even now, despite the time youâve been with him, he still finds it difficult to break through those walls. He just canât find it in him to say what he means, to use the right words. Instead, he prefers to show you how he feels, by brushing his hand along your waist in passing, a quick kiss to your temple before he walks away, or on special occasions with a small gift.
This however, the staring, thatâs new. But with the way heâs looking at you, eyes filled with admiration, it makes you feel absolutely adored.
You turn around and lean against the sink.
âCome here.â you tell him.
He tilts his head and his brows furrow, like heâs trying to figure out whatâs going through your head, but when your lips turn up in a soft smile he makes his way over.
Heâd do anything for that smile.
When heâs standing less than a foot away you stare up at him, your eyes roaming his face like itâs the first time youâre seeing him.
You pay attention to every scar, the wideness of his nose, the way the lines between his brows deepen when heâs looking at you this way.
And those eyes, oh, those beautiful brown eyes. Every wrinkle and line in his face serves as evidence of the terrible things those eyes have witnessed, but to you they show nothing but adoration and love. So much love.
âHeâs beautiful,â you think to yourself.
With one hand you reach up and place your fingers at the nape of his neck, scratching gently where his hairline ends. His eyes trail down to your lips and for a moment it looks as if he might kiss you.
âLook at me,â you instruct, breaking the silence.
His eyes shoot back up to yours.
âYou have kind eyes,â you tell him.
He tries to hide it but you see the surprise on his face.
Jango has been called many things a man of his talent would find flattering. When it comes to his peers and employers, theyâve used everything from intimidating to deadly to label the skilled bounty hunter.
But kind, that was not a word he would ever use to describe himself, let alone his features. Being a bounty hunter all these years left him scarred and rugged, but he didnât mind. If anything it helped make him appear all the more threatening to anyone who saw him without his helmet.
He never let you see that side of him, the part that took bounties in dead or alive without question. It wasnât that he was afraid of exposing you to the harshness of the galaxy, Jango knew you had witnessed your fair share of it. Yet somehow you managed to remain sweet and kind despite all of that; you hadnât built walls around yourself like he had.
Jango feared that by letting you see all of him, the deepest and darkest parts, he would ruin that sweetness.
But here you are standing in front of him, staring into his eyes as if youâve become lost in them.
The fact that you, someone he cherished so much, saw him as a man who was capable of being kind, he can feel it chip away at those walls. Itâs not enough to break them down completely, but itâs a start.
His face softens, those warm brown eyes still focused on yours. He reaches up to remove the hand that rests on his neck, only to bring it to his lips. Theyâre warm and soft against your skin, and the small gesture of affection sends chills down your arm.
âCome on, pretty girl,â he says, his smile slowly reappearing. âItâs time for bed.â
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The twins! Thereâs nerdjo đ€and then thereâs fratjo too ig, I was really excited when i saw nerdjo trending so I grabbed the opportunity to draw him hehe
Premise: The way you fuck is a reflection of the world around you â rough and hard. Joel is determined to show you what it means to be gentle.
Rating: Explicit 18+
Word Count: 2.8k
Warnings: descriptions of rough sex, biting, bruises, penetrative (p in v), oral (f receiving), passionate sex, lots of emotion, creampie
The way you fuck is a reflection of the world around you.Â
Hard, rough, and chaotic.
Whatever the world took from you, it returned with cruelty. There isnât any softness left, at least not enough to stamp out the desolation. Gentleness is a reckless act when the world is set to kill. Itâs a wild risk, one you arenât willing to take.
Joel can't blame you. He isnât exactly preaching peace and love, but youâŠ
You grind against him hard enough to make him flinch, dig your nails into his back until you draw blood, you suck until pools of broken blood vessels litter his neck and chest. Whether youâre on your knees with your ass in the air or taunting him until he shoves you against a wall, youâre always searching for more.
Faster, sharper, rougher.Â
He gets it. He doesnât do kind, but sometimes he canât tell if the noises coming out of you are from pleasure or pain. He doesnât want to hurt you either â he may be tough, but he isnât cruel â but you never tell him to stop. You demand it. More shoves, more thrusts, more bruises. Itâs the only way you seem to be satisfied.
It's easy for him to get dragged into your ruthless wake. You push and jab at his cold exterior until he responds with his own snarls, fucking you with as much catastrophe as 2003. Itâs been so long since Joel let himself get wrapped up in another personâs body like this, and truth be told, he needs it just as much as you need it.
It takes him a month of bruising touches and slapping skin to realize that maybe this is the only way you know how to do it.Â
You are fury and power presenting as flashing eyes and tight muscles. Any time he tries to go slow or be gentle â shit, not even gentle just light enough to not require a first aid kit â you look at him like heâs speaking another language. It's the same look you gave him at Bill and Frankâs house.
âLeave it alone.â
The piano lid slams down in a shriek of out-of-tune keys. You whirl around, eyes wide and mouth open like a kid caught with their hand in the cookie jar. Good. He saw the way you were eyeing the piano when you arrived.
You huff, placing your hands on your hips. âWhy? Itâs not like theyâre going to use it.â
âNo.â
If this were a cartoon, there would be a rising red line washing over you with flashing warning lights around you. Your annoyance is building. Pressing your lips into a tight line, you try to reason with him. âThe strings are steel and copper. High quality too. We could use them.â
He knows youâre right. Raiders will eventually break through the gates and strip the house of all its worth. It's only a matter of time, but he'll be damned if it happens on his watch. Not here. Not this home.
"No."
Your nostrils flare, teeth grinding as you grit out, "It's gonna happen anyâ "
âIt's not up for debate. Go shower and stay the fuck away from that piano."
It's not that you're unnecessarily cruel or heartless. You have a heart, it's just carved out of stone. The Cordyceps buried you in a steel wool blanket, swaddled you until you found comfort in pain. This started as way for both of you to thread anger and loneliness into satisfying primal needs. Gentleness was never included.
When he leans in to trail soft kisses down your neck, you retaliate with a snarl and shove. If he tries to hold you close, you claw at his back like a cornered animal.
It isn't until one night in Jackson when the chance at something less intense presents itself. He has you pinned to the mattress, his hips digging into your own as he traps your arms to your side. He doesn't say anything, only watches you from above and wonders...
His silence makes you hiss, âWhat?â
Remaining silent, he leans down to nudge the tip of his nose against yours in forewarning. Maybe you'll get the hint. He gets as close as resting his lips against yours before you bare your teeth.
âNo,â He grunts, pushing away. âNo biting.â
You roll your eyes, but comply. This is a game youâve played before. Joel tries to be sweet, kiss you, caress you, make you feel all lovey dovey until his patience dries up and he fucks you against the nearest surface.Â
Only this time your wary look doesn't deter him. He risks moving a hand up to trace your bottom lip, a delicate touch you barely register through your haze of lust.
âWhat are youâ?â You trail off as he presses his lips to the side of your mouth. Your shallow breathes tickle his ear, your body stiff under his mouth. He kisses you again, following the line of your jaw until he stops at the sensitive spot under your ear.
âDo you trust me?â He murmurs, lips hovering over your ear as you let out a frustrated huff of breath.
âYeah, but what the fuckâŠâ The slow, deliberate press of lips inching down your neck flusters you. They feel so...kind. Like liquid sunlight seeping into your pores. The only roughness is from his stubble and chapped lips.
He stops when he sees the constellation of discoloration and bite marks littering your skin. Theyâre taunting him, laughing at his attempt at softness. He retaliates with a long, slow lick.Â
âJoel,â His name comes out a whisper of a breath this time. When he pulls away to meet your gaze, your expression is one of confusion. His gentleness leaves you entirely unprepared. You shouldn't be relaxing like this.
âSâokay,â His thumb traces the hollow bags underneath your eyes. âDâyou want me to let up?â
Your brows wrinkle as if itâs a trick question. The tips of his fingers continue to stroke your cheek. Your answer is a snort of frustration, paired with a forceful twist of your body as you glare something nasty at him. âI want you to fuck me.â
âI will. Weâll get there."
The joint in your temple bulges against his palm, "Then hurry up.â
"Yes ma'am." He mutters, not wasting a moment to lean down. You two often end up closer to chewing than kissing, but now it's slower. No bites, no blood, no clanking teeth. Your lips move tentatively against his as if youâre learning how to do it all over again. It's hot and slow, his stubble scratching against your cheek as you start to feel less like a steel cable ready to snap.
Good. That's good.
Joel takes your relaxing muscles as a sign to lift his weight off of you. Readjusting, he presses his mouth to the space between your breasts to be rewarded with a tiny, high moan that makes you shudder.
âYouâre shaking,â He whispers. âDâyou wanna stop?â
You shake your head no, eyes shut with your lips parted for raw breathing sounds to escape.Â
âHey. Look at me, baby," He's expecting it to take more for you to open your eyes, but they shoot open almost immediately like you've been electrocuted.
ââY gotta use your words. Do you want me to stop?â
âNo. Keep going. Itâs justâŠdifferent.â
âI know, but I wonât hurt you. Promise.â
You nod an okay before he kisses the space between your breasts one final time before moving on to nuzzle your breast, his hot breath fanning over your nipple. It grants him a little moan from you and, fuck, he wants to hear that again. He wants to find all your tender spots hidden between the steel and fire.
You straight up whimper when his mouth closes over a nipple with a wet press of lips and a teasing tongue. As he starts to suck, his arms shift so he is closer to holding you than pinning you down. He's slow, leaving open the opportunity for you to pull his hand away as his hands skim your sides, following the curves of your thighs before settling along the softness of your belly.
But you never do, not even when his fingers brush along the waistband of your underwear.
âCan I taste you?â Heâs tentative, attempting to keep his breathing even despite his cock getting distractingly hard.Â
âYâYeah. Want your mouth on me.â
âOkay, Iâve got you.â
He takes his goddamn time, too, starting another wet trail of kisses down your stomach, his hands massaging the warm skin of your thighs, coaxing them open for him. You comply, but not without trying to push your cunt towards his face. He pushes down on your hips, keeping them flush against the bed.
âStay still.â
If it were like any other night you would have pulled him by the hair down to your cunt. But tonight isnât another blazing fire of barred teeth and bruising touches. You concede, lifting your hips to help him slide your underwear off as a show of good faith.
âYouâŠJoelâŠâ You canât hold onto his name, it keeps darting away as he settles between your legs. Using his hands to spread you wide open, he dips down so he is close enough to smell your wetness, but far enough away that he can still hold your gaze.
Youâve seen men look at you with awe, with terror, and some with a kind of possessiveness that has you reaching for a weapon, but never the way Joel is looking at you now. Heâs studying you, like he canât quite understand how heâs earned your trust.
âYouâre soââ He begins slow and slurring because he can't find the right words to say.
âWhat?â It comes out a challenge, if only because you donât know what to do with the way heâs looking at you. Itâs unsettling, something new. You hope he looks at you like that again.Â
The bite in your voice makes him smile. He shakes his head, letting the scratch of his beard rub against the inside of your thigh before running a hot drag of his tongue against your cunt.Â
You moan louder than expected, embarrassment making you snap your eyes shut. He builds you up slowly, his tongue finding spots the send shocks of pleasure through you, keeping you on edge as you open yourself up to him. He wants you to melt for him, drip like warm honey. No more of this shattering to a million pieces bullshit, he wants you to know how else it can feel.
And the sound you make when his finger nudges into your wetness â
Fuck.
Heâs made you come plenty of times while buried inside of you, but thereâs something about watching you fall apart with his mouth on your cunt that is just unbearably hot. He can feel his cock leaking a small puddle of precum on the sheets.
âIâm so close,â You whine his name, eyes shut so tightly heâs worried youâll never open them again.
âCâmon, baby. Open your eyes. Let me see you.â He whispers, the caress of his fingers as tender as his voice. Heâs desperate, adding another finger to coax you to look at him.
When you do, you look completely disarmed as you pant.
âWhat do you need, baby?â He coos your name, his words punctuated by the wet sounds of his moving fingers. â'Y want me to stop?â
âDon't you fucking dare, Miller.â
He returns to wrap his lips around your clit. He sucks tenderly, intimately, a contrast to the bitterness around you. This time you donât shut your eyes, you watch him with as much conviction as he is watching you.
When you come, it's a gasp that swallows you up from the inside before it has a chance to escape. His eyes never leave your face, watching as your lips tremble in silence as your cunt grinds against his face.
His face is a mess too when he comes up, pressing his body against yours until his hard cock is leaking against your bellies. He is half expecting you to knock him on his back and climb on top, pin his arms to his sides as retribution for his little stunt.
But you surprise him when you curl around him, pushing your head up to find his lips. There is something weirdly hot about your wetness smearing and transferring from his beard to your chin only for Joel to dip down and lick your face clean. Or maybe it's the way you seek comfort in his embrace. It's hard for him to tell with how hard he is. He's sure he'll come on your stomach any second when youâre breathing, âGet inside me,â between kisses.
âWe donât have to,â His words clipped, his attention focused on not blowing his load.Â
âNow, Joel!â You groan, desperate and bratty as you wrap your legs around his hips.
âNot gonna last long,â A weak argument when he's reaching between you to grab his cock.
âDonât care. I need you." You breathe. Plead.
For a heartbeat, he stills, giving you the chance to back out even as you reach down to his hand, your knuckles bumping as you guide him to run his cock along your slit.
âDâyou really want this?â It's his turn to sound bewildered, a silent question in his words that makes the air heavy: can I show you softness?
"Yes," You reply, shifting when you feel the head of his cock nudging against your entrance. Your hand lets go of his, moving it up to wrap around his neck. "I want you."
His gaze keeps hold of yours with an intensity you can practically taste as he pushes in. You moan at the steady rock of his hips, each thrust bringing him a little deeper until heâs bottomed out inside you.
This is...new.
Slow and tender, it leaves you exposed to his adoration. You hide away into his neck, his heartbeat thumping against your ear as he reels his hips back, pulling out until only the head of his cock remains before burying himself back in one fluid thrust. Heat rises through your body, warming you up until you're melting. Your hands wrap around him tightly, scared you'll melt right through the mattress.
"Good. You're doing so good for me."
This is the first time you truly feel each other. It isn't some ambiguous tight pressure; you actually feel every vein of his cock pushing against your heat. Again and again, he rocks inside of you like there is nothing else left but you.
"Tell me," He grunts, his Adam's apple bobbing against your temple, "Tell me how it feels."
"Fâfeels so fucking good â oh, fuck â I need toâ" Your words slip off your tongue, dissolving on his warm body. Struggling, you instead pull him forward until your lips are slotted against his. It's not even a kiss, just lips pressed against one another. Connected.
For as unnerving as this is, you don't want it to stop.
Joelâs throaty voice crooning the sweetest words, him thrusting until pleasure grows alongside blooming release. You want to freeze this moment in time, put it into one of those little snow globes you collected as a kid, save it forever.
You donât expect to come again, but then his thumb presses down on your oversensitive clit until everything builds back up again.
"Give me one more. C'mon, baby, squeeze me. Come for me."
It isn't long until the jagged hot climax sparks up your spine, your muscles clenching down around him as you cry out his name. Youâre still simmering in the afterglow, your blood boiling like you're laying on top of a bed of embers. Joel finds his own release soon after, your name heavy in his mouth as his cock throbs sticky pulses of cum inside you.
Using his last bit of energy, he pulls you on top of him as he falls back onto the bed, his softening cock is still buried inside your cunt. He's not young anymore, he's not about the get hard again but he still stays buried inside of you, if only to feel closer to you.
Your face is still pressed against the side of his neck when he feels an odd wetness there. He's about to mumble your name when your next breath is a shaky sob. You try to control it, hold your breath only to hiccup from the pressure in your throat.
"Shit, sorry," You choke, tears smearing against his neck. "Don't know whyâ"
"Don't be sorry. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have pushed â"
"No," You cry out, your hands gripping his arms hard. "It's not that. I liked it, I'm just...Fuck..."
"S' okay. I got you." He nods, his arms heavy as he holds you closer to him.
Youâre digging your nails into his arms again, but this time he doesnât mind.Â
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#I LEGIT GASPED OUT LOUD WHEN I SAW HIM
#AFTER ALL THE SHIT THIS MAN WENT THROUGH BECAUSE OF THE PREQUELS HATE
#TO SEE HIM NOT JUST RETURNING TO STAR WARS
#BUT TO PLAY A PREQUELS ERA CHARACTER
#A BADASS JEDI MASTER WHO LIVEDÂ THROUGH THE EPISODE
#WHO DUAL WIELDED LIKE A BADASS
#NOT JUST IN THE ADORABLE JEDI TEMPLE CHALLENGE SERIES
#BUT IN DISNEYâS BIGGEST AND HOTTEST STAR WARS PROPERTY
#I AM CRYING TEARS OF JOY THAT THERE IS JUSTICE IN THIS WORLD FOR AHMED BEST
#WE ARE PUTTING RESPECT ON JEDI MASTER KELLERAN BEQâS NAME WHEN WE SPEAK OF HIM IN THIS HOUSE
imagine the guy your dad is always complaining about rolls back in with his tiny gremlin child and then the tiny gremlin child somehow beats you in paintball and then you get swallowed by a fucking dinosaur bird. Ragnar was not having a good 5 minutes there.
