Revanite Power Couple (Darth Arkous x Colonel Darok)
623 words
Rating & Tags: Mature; Established Relationship, Vague Sex, Sexual Tension
Notes: Darth Arkous and Colonel Darok take some time off together. // anyone else felt the sexual tension between these two? oh, just me? fine, here’s a fic anyway. (vague) sex, sexual tension and cuddly sweetness (they’re in looove, guys)
Arkous moaned loudly, his head throwing back. His back arched in a wide arc while his fingers dug on Darok’s arm and back. The Colonel also moaned a few moments later, burying his face on Arkous’ neck. Sith’s brow tendrils pressed against the right side of his head.
Both of them were still, their heavy breaths slowly returning to normal. Darok was the first to move, rolling off on top of the Sith. He laid on his back and Arkous’ hand sneaked around his waist. Soon after Sith’s mouth found its way to Colonel’s neck, leaving behind a few blooming bruises.
Darok enjoyed the moment but after the high started to dissipate, he started to shift towards the side of the bed. “Where do you think you’re going?” Arkous asked sharply, trying to drag the other man back to him. “As much as I enjoy pounding you in the ass, we still have work to do,” Darok said, wrenching himself away.
Arkous wasn’t taking it. He flicked his wrist, yanking Darok back to him with the force. Colonel frowned and turned to look at Arkous who was looking smug. Sith sneaked his hands around the man, holding him there tightly. “That can wait,” Arkous murmured, continuing to nibble Darok’s neck while the man shifted to a better position.
“Are all sith this clingy?”
“We haven’t seen each other face to face in nearly two months,” Arkous said. He tried to push the man against the bed but Darok’s wasn’t budging. “We have talked,” Colonel pointed out and earned a snort from the Sith. “Even if I like your voice, it isn’t enough to bring me pleasure over and over again,” Arkous said, dragging the word ‘pleasure’ on his tongue. Darok hummed. He disagreed but didn’t feel like sharing his experiences right now – maybe at a later time.
“Still, if we want to be able to be together all the time, we need to make sure that everything is working as planned,” Darok said. “Mmm, I like it when you’re eager to begin playing house with me,” Arkous said with a chuckle. He still tried to get the other man to lay down, and felt triumphant when he saw that the man was beginning to yield.
“Being able to have you whenever I want? It does sound tempting,” Darok said amused, allowing the Sith to finally push him down. Arkous instantly went on top of him, scratching Darok’s chest slightly. “I feel slightly insulted that you think I’m only good for sex,” he said, adding false upset to his voice. To emphasize his point, Sith send a jolt of electricity through Colonel’s chest that made the man’s hips buck. “You’re also an excellent organizer,” Darok offered, receiving another set of jolts. “Ah, and if we’re ever going to have kids, they would become model citizens with your guidance.”
Arkous hummed. This subject had popped up before and it never failed to make him quiver with an odd sense of anticipation. Darok took his pondering as an opportunity to roll them over, being on top again. He initiated a kiss that turned into a slow one.
After the prolonged kiss, Darok continued his kissing against Arkous’ chest that was starting to raise heavily again. Sith dug his left hand on the man’s back while the right one grasped the sheets.
“You’re also good at making me feel appreciated,” Darok murmured against Arkous’ skin. Sith sighed with content, rubbing his hand on Colonel’s back. “I feel the same way, Rian,” he said smiling softly all the while trying to guide the man lower. When nothing happened, Arkous chuckled and let Darok work at his own, infuriatingly teasing pace. They had enough time to take it slow.
Minxie The Cat Brings Them Together (Lana Beniko x Mirvas)
407 words, F!Rattataki BH
Rating & Tags: General; fluff, casual
Notes: from the reblogged ‘more au ideas’ post ( “You’re adopting the cat that I’ve been trying to adopt for a week now AU” ); something casual and sweet-ish(?) in the end; and I have no idea how to make titles anymore, sry guys haha
Mirvas was whistling. She was in a good – no – in an excellent mood. Today was the day when she was finally going to go adopt the cat she had had her eyes on for a week or so. All her work was done, and she had taken a few days off to make sure that Minxie would settle in.
“Excuse me,” a blonde woman said, when Mirvas was going in through the shelter door. The woman was carrying an animal transit box. “No worries,” Mirvas said smiling, making way for the woman to come out first. She looked surprised but smiled back at her. “Thank you,” she said.
When the woman had passed, Mirvas went in.
“What do you mean she’s gone?” Mirvas asked, not believing what she had just heard. The old man looked at him wide-eyed. “I’m s-sorry but Minxie has already been taken.” “By whom?” “Ah, a blonde woman who was just here but-” the man’s words where interrupted when Mirvas dashed out of the room. She was cursing heavily, hoping that the woman had not left yet.
Fortunately, the blonde woman was still in the parking lot, soothing the cat through the box’s holes. “Hey, you there!” Mirvas shouted. The woman stood up and turned to look at her.
Mirvas explained everything and the woman, Lana, was very understanding. “I’m sorry, I didn’t realize that Minxie had already been reserved,” she said apologetically. “It’s not your fault,” Mirvas said quickly. Her annoyance had pretty much dissolved completely after explaining everything. Also, Lana’s gorgeous face was also a reason why her mood was getting better by the moment. “The old man had mixed his papers.”
“I see,” Lana said. “I have no objections giving her to you since you saw her first.” “That’s okay, you don’t have to,” Mirvas said. “Minxie obviously likes you and in all fairness, you bought her first.” “I… thank you,” Lana said, clearly surprised. She looked at the cat and back at Mirvas.
“But, there must be something I can do for you. Invite you to tea every once in a while, perhaps?” Lana asked. “That sounds like a plan. It gives me a chance to come see how Minxie’s doing and, also, to get to know you better?” Mirvas asked, testing the waters.
There was a barely noticeable blush on Lana’s face. “It’s settled then,” she said. “Would you like to come over now?” “I would love to.“
Notes: Mirvas and Lana meet each other for the first time.
Mirvas tried to listen to Darth Arkous, she was known for her professionality after all. It wouldn’t do good to throw that away because she couldn’t take her eyes of the other sith, Lana Beniko. She looked so tiny compared to the hunter who usually towered over everyone else no matter where she was. Not that it bothered Mirvas, she liked to have an upper hand at least in some way when interacting with the sith.
“Have I made myself clear, hunter?” Arkous asked. Mirvas straightened her back, the bolts supporting it creaking slightly. “Wonderful. Lana here will give you additional details,” Arkous said, turning to Lana who raised her head from the console table. “Take good care of her and after that prepare for Darth Marr’s visit,” Arkous said, preparing to leave.
Soon Mirvas and Lana were alone in the room. “If you’re ready, I would like to start your briefing, hunter,” Lana said with an easy smile. “You can call me Mirvas and…” hunter started. She paused for a moment before opening her mouth again. “-and, I would just like to say that you’re very attractive.”
Lana raised her brows but didn’t look disgusted. That was always a good thing.
“If you feel the same way, I would like to take you out to eat someday,” Mirvas said. She wasn’t particularly nervous about being shot down as that had happened plenty of times with other sith. The usual reasons were that she was an alien, and beneath their station. It never hurt to ask unless the sith in question was particularly sadistic.
“Finish Arkous’ mission. We may talk about this after that,” Lana said after a while. Mirvas smiled. “Very well. I’ll make sure to impress you then,” she said, earning another smile from the sith. “I have no doubt about it, Mirvas. Now, let’s get back to the briefing…”
Notes: Natjana talks with Acina over wine. // stuff from wip folder part 3; ooh, I had such big plans for this one. they were going to drink, then smooch and shag afterwards. but, sadly, Nat said no lol. will probably visit this one later on too, as I want to write something smutty between these two.
“Did I already say that it’s so wonderful you decided to come pay me a visit again?” Acina asked. She flexed herself on the couch, where she had sunk after the seventh glass of wine. “It’s not every day you get a summon from your Empress,” Natjana murmured. She was feeling rather buzzed too, and was currently experiencing pleasant humming in her body, when she watched Acina stretch again.
“Ah, yes. I prefer to think of us as equals, since you’re the Alliance Commander, after all,” Acina said, craning her neck to see Natjana. “If it wasn’t for this whole Zakuul business, I would have come straight to here,” the sith assured, which made Acina laugh. It was bright and had an enjoyable tune to it.
“Well, once all this is over, I would be happy to welcome you back, Wrath,” Acina said smiling. She put her glass on her lips again but noticed that it was empty. “Think that was our last one,” Natjana said, pointing at the few empty bottles that lay haphazardly on the coffee table. However, Acina snorted, reaching for her comm.
“You think that the Empire, my Empire, doesn’t have any more wine?”
A couple of minutes later, Lorman appeared, carrying six full bottles of alcohol. Natjana blinked, staring at him. The man was still wearing the shock collar, but he had lost most of his clothing, and he looked oddly… happy about it.
“Isn’t he just adorable,” Acina purred while taking the bottle Lorman gave to her. “Ah, I guess so,” Natjana said, taking her own bottle. “Can I get you anything else, Empress?” Lorman asked, dragging out the title, which made Natjana feel even more strange. “No, that is all. I will summon you again, if I need something from you.”
“Very well, Mistress. I eagerly wait for the time you need me again,” Lorman said, and bowed deeply to both of them. Natjana felt hollow when he left. “I can call him back if you want,” Acina’s words made the sith freeze. She shook her head quickly, and took a better position on the armchair, straightening her back.
“No, I don’t want him. He just reminded me of someone else,” she said quietly. “Someone important?” Acina asked, raising herself from the couch too, unreadable expression on her face. Natjana hummed, and waved her hand. “I… I don’t wish to discuss this,” she said, and suddenly rose up, putting the unopened bottle on the table. “I’m going to retire for the night. Thank you for inviting me here again.”
Rating & Tags: Mature; feeling of panic, mentions of abuse and slavery, darkish
Notes: Codzhekel is having a rough day, and Ashara is around.
Codzhekel winced. He tried to answer back to her but the lump on his throat didn’t let him. It made him drag short breaths that made his whole body shook to its core. The Togruta dug his nails into his palms in a vain attempt to calm himself down.
“I need to go,” Codzhekel whimpered, barely audibly. He could hear Ashara yelling something back at him but couldn’t focus on it. The tears started streaming down his face when he reached the safety of his bedroom. With one flick of a wrist, he collapsed to the floor, leaning against the now locked door.
The panic, familiar but thought long gone, wrecked his body.
Codzhekel made himself smaller, pressing his legs against his chest. He whimpered when he could hear the slash of a whip and the curses of Kacen who took out his anger on him. Spitting insults about his uselessness, about his heritage. Worthless. *slash* Why did I even buy you? *slash* you’re a fucking worm *SLASH* you’re not even fit to warm my bed anymore, slave. I should let my men–
NO.
Codzhekel gasped. In the center of his chest a small fire, filled with anger and hatred started to burn. He had no past anymore. His life had started when he had become Zash’s apprentice. There was nothing else before that. No crude looks, No whips, NO–
“Codzhekel? Are you alright?”
His eyes shot open when he heard Ashara’s voice from other side of the door. The fire in his chest had grown larger, dissolving some of his panic away. He wasn’t ready to face her though, opting to wait in silence for her to go. “I know you’re there. If you want me to leave, you better say so, or I’m just going to stay here until you open the door.”
He did not open the door but neither did she leave.
Notes: Alliance base has a new bartender from a small, secluded planet.
You were a bartender back at home too, Nissa had said. I see no reason why you shouldn’t be one in here too. Jonjar had not seen any reason either, especially when they had still mourned their own bar, the Tinglee’s, that had been burned to the ground by the Eternal Empire. That’s the spirit! I’m sure it will be fun!
“Fun. Right,” Jonjar said grudgingly. They were standing behind the bar counter, and were in the middle of closing. Jonjar’s eyes flickered to the customers who they still felt lost about as they had grown in a small planet, consisted of only their own kind. Nissa had said that the ‘culture shock’ would wear of eventually, but Jonjar wasn’t so sure about it.
What they had understood was that there were two species- No. Sides, Jonjar reminded themself, and scratched their head, starting to get frustrated. These two sides, the Republic and the Empire, had been fighting a lot and done a truce. However, they had continued fighting again but then a different Empire, Eternal one, had crushed them both under heel.
Thinking about any of it, made Jonjar very confused. They had never been that big on following any other-worldly news. Sure, they had heard about wars and what not, but those had never affected their little home planet.
Until now.
“Are you deaf?” a sharp voice came in front of Jonjar, who blinked. During their pondering, a red-skinned person, a woman?, had come to them. Red-skinned wore a lightsaber on their hip, which made Jonjar swallow.
Everyone in the base was not only divided by their side and race, but also what they could do. Despite Nissa’s insistence that “Jedi” were good, and “Sith” should be watched out for, Jonjar didn’t see any difference between them. They had witnessed both sides using the “Force” and it had terrified them to no end.
“Ah,” Jonjar said to the red-skinned. “What would you like to have?” Jonjar asked and when the red-skinned’s brow rose, they realized what they had forgotten. “-my lord,” Jonjar added hastily. Sith looked pleased and sat down, pointing at a bottle.
Jonjar gave it to them without hesitation, and watched how they began drinking, chugging big gulps straight from the bottle. Jonjar waited a little while, in case they wanted something more, before resuming their duties. After they had scrubbed down the counter, they nearly jumped when the Sith spoke again.
“These damn Jedi,” they said and lifted their eyes to Jonjar who stared back at them with widened eyes. However, they quickly recovered. Even if red-skinned was a Sith, they were still their customer. Jonjar nodded solemnly. “Like, I understand why we have to work with them,” Sith said. “But, I still don’t have to like it.”
“I understand,” Jonjar said, even though they didn’t. The red-skinned seemed encouraged to continue speaking. “The way they swagger around, like they own the place and have the guts to tell me, that they are simply walking around! Bah! Who would believe that?”
Jonjar continued nodding, agreeing to things they didn’t know much about. The Sith quieted down after a while which gave Jonjar time to get everything else done.
When they, the red-skinned and the security droid were the only ones in the room, the Sith spoke up again, “Thank you.”
“Any time,” Jonjar said automatically even though they were quite bewildered. Apparently, some things stayed the same no matter where they were or who their customers were. “Hopefully, you’ll last longer than the last bartender,” Sith continued and laughed.
They got up and left, leaving Jonjar behind.
Well, that’s one more day survived, Jonjar thought and closed the bar. There was a small smile on their face when they headed towards their sleeping quarters. Maybe being in the Alliance wasn’t so bad after all.
Prettii Deals With The Revanites (Tari Darkspanner x Prettii)
626 words, F!Cyborg Assassin
Rating & Tags: Mature; brief and vague sex scene
Notes: Prettii meets up with the Revanite leader and makes a deal. // my comic relief sith inquisitor that turned out to be rather fun to play
“You’re the mysterious and all powerful Revanite leader?” Prettii asked, crossing her arms. She regarded the dark-skinned, red-tattooed human woman with suspicion. She looked amused but Prettii could tell that a shiver was running down her spine. Good. Tattoos should fear her after all the shit she had done for her followers.
“For the safety of the Order, it’s necessary to keep my appearance hidden until I’m sure that I can trust a new recruit,” Tattoos said. “You trust me? How sweet. Didn’t your master ever tell you not to trust strangers?” Prettii said laughing. Her interest peaked when the other woman laughed too.
“I consider myself a rather good judge of a person’s character.”
“How often has your wrong decisions blown to your face?”
“I wouldn’t still be standing here if I hadn’t chosen wisely in the past,” Tattoos said. Prettii focused her cybernetic eyes on her, trying to figure out what game the woman was playing. However, Prettii’s true talents lied in causing destruction through physical force, not mental. “I suppose so,” she said after a while, suspicion thick in her voice. Tattoos smiled.
“I know that a man named Sandor tasked you to find out who I am,” the woman said and Prettii snorted. If Tattoos knew that, she was pretty stupid to allow her to continue living. “I know what you’re thinking but sometimes an enemy can be turned into a potential ally.”
“Well this is getting interesting,” Prettii said and a slow grin started to creep on her twisted face. “What do I get for being your ally?” “Sometimes,” Tattoos started, taking a step towards Prettii. “The rewards come after. But, you would always have a place within our Order and –”
“I want you,” Prettii interrupted. She chuckled when the Revanite leader faltered for the first time during their conversation. “You want me?” “In exchange for not telling Sandor anything,” Prettii said. She watched intently the other woman’s every movement, wishing she could read her mind.
“Very well,” Tattoos said warily.
*_
“Fuck, Prettii!” Tari moaned, her back arching and nails digging harder to the other woman’s skull. The woman in question lifted her head and licked her lips with a smug smirk on her face.
Tari stared Prettii openly confused. She had felt hesitant when the woman had appeared in the camp, demanding to see the leader. However, Tari had allowed her to continue with the initiation as she had felt something through the force. Despite the cyborg’s sometimes rather cruel approach, she had surprised Tari positively.
And, now the woman had done it again. Made her shift her outlook on her completely. “That was rather amazing,” Tari said. Prettii turned to her, still licking her lips. Tari shuttered. “Did you think it would be different?” Prettii asked, her mouth turning into a frown. “You must admit that the way you look doesn’t give off the best of impressions,” Tari said carefully pointing towards her implants, and the clothes that lay disregarded on the ground.
“Really? I have found my looks to be quite effective,” Prettii said and chuckled. Tari also hummed in amusement, sure that there was a story or to behind that laughter. “It doesn’t matter whether people look at me with disgust, horror or curiosity, in the end they all end up under my heel,” Prettii continued, her eyes now locked on to Tari’s. Even though Tari wasn’t fazed by the woman’s attempt at intimidation, she played along.
“I’m sure they do, Prettii. I’m sure they do,” Tari murmured, and she could see the cyborg’s face turn to familiar smugness. Tari sighed in her mind. If she wanted Prettii to be useful in a long term, she needed to teach her a few things about subtlety.
