#omera x reader

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Me: *consumes ALL the fanfics there are for Fennec, Koska, Bo-katan, Ahsoka, Cara, Omera, the armorer and Xi’an* 

Me: *realizes there’s actually close to nothing for this beautiful ladies that deserve the galaxy*

Me: 

I shall write for them now and y'all can't stop my gay ass from doing it.

THE GAY HAS SPOKEN

I should finish my wips and requests before starting new ones but fuck it, I love this ladies.

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Around You

Writer Wednesday #10

Omera x F!Reader Writer Wednesday Masterlist

Summary: You meet a beautiful woman on a backwoods planet.

Warnings: Kisses, Awkwardness, Invented Spotchka/Krill farming lore

Wordcount: 639

Notes: My contribution to this week’s Writer Wednesday from @autumnleaves1991-blog and @flightlessangelwings​ Pride Week 3 prompts! 

This backwoods planet would have to do. A place to lay low with the kid and the Mandalorian while he figured out his next move. But all that changed when two krill farmers approached the Razor Crest pleading with the Mandalorian for help for their small farming village in the middle of nowhere.

“He’ll be okay.”

Her calm voice rang out behind you as you reluctantly let the child pad off with the village’s children. When you turned towards her the witty response that was primed and ready to shoot from your mouth died on your tongue. Tall with dark piercing eyes and bronze skin, Omera stood patiently waiting for an acknowledgement to her reassuring words, what she got was a flustered mess of a person.

Nodding a few times, you mumbled incoherently.

“What?” She held back a chuckle as she watched you rock your weight from foot to foot, before you settled on the only word that would escape past your tongue tied lips, “Great.” Before you could say anymore, you pointed at the hut Mando had walked into and promptly ran into it.

Much of your first few days in the tiny village on Sorgan was spent the same. Mumbling garbled responses at Omera or simply saying nothing at all and patiently watching over the kid. She always showed up with food for the Mandalorian and was ready to whisk you off to the communal dinner, often gently taking your hand and leading you away as the Mandalorian ate in peace.

She made sure to take note of your favorite foods and made sure you had plenty while you chatted away sipping spotchka and ate until you were too full to walk.

You watched as she trained with the Mandalorian and Cara to fight and dutifully waited with the elders and children, acting as the last line of defense against the raiders. Thankfully it never came to that.

After the village was cleaned up and everything put back in its place it was time to celebrate.

Entering a small hut your vision was clouded but a plume of fine blue sparkling dust. “Oh no, I’m so sorry.” Coughing and sputtering, you fanned the air in front of you and made your way further in, stopping when you reached Omera crouched over a giant basket of blue and silver scales.

Turning to you, a thin film clung to her hair. Coating her skin and casting a shimmery glow in the sunlight that seeped through the gaps of the thatched roof. You stifled a laugh as you watched her futility bat at her arms and shake out her hair. Even in her struggle to free herself of the shimmer, she moved elegantly and gracefully. Slender fingers stroking against the blue woven fabric of her tunic as you stood, enamored. You could watch her until the end of time, you realized.

“What is this?”

“Ugh, the children they… before we ferment spotchka, we strain out the krill shells and grind them up. Some we use for cooking and flavoring and some we mix with rock dust and dried bio lum from the rivers. The kids like it, it makes everything shimmer.” She exasperatedly explained, attempting to keep her dignity as she shone brightly and beautifully in front of you.

Before you could stop yourself, you surged forward and gently cupped her face, bringing your lips to hers. She leaned into your touch, wrapping her arms around your waist pulling you closer and resting her forehead to yours. Breaths mingled as you panted, a sly smile pulling on your lips.

“I’ve been waiting for you to do that.”

“You taste like…”

“Krill, yeah. I mean, it’s krill.” She mumbled the words into your lips, before slanting them against yours and making sure to kiss you thoroughly before you were inevitably interrupted.

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Near You

Writer Wednesday #8

Omera x F!Reader Previous: With You Writer Wednesday Masterlist

Summary: A little time and space with Omera.

Warnings: Fluffy, Non-explicit seccccc times

Wordcount: 522

Notes: Omera deserves it all! Another Writer Wednesday prompt from @autumnleaves1991-blog​ that coincides with @flightlessangelwings​ Pride Challenge prompts! Thank you both for hosting these.

“You’re staring.”

“Mmmno, I’m not.”

Her tongue clicked softly against her teeth, a smirk pulling at her dark lips as you slowly opened your eyes.

Aside from the early morning light, your view was filled with her raven hair cascading over her shoulders and her dark eyes, hooded and admiring.

The air around you was slightly humid and warm, mist giving everything a slightly fuzzy look in the dawn’s light. Her eyes followed you observing as you stretched, limbs poking out from under the pile of furs and blankets you had laid for your makeshift bed, nestled under a ridge of the canyon.

“You’re still staring.” You yawned at her, scooting closer to her under the blankets and not stopping until you pressed yourself firmly into her skin. Chuckling, she nuzzled your head and dotted your hairline with kisses. Her lips warm and soft, as her breath fanned over your crown.

“I have to get my fill, before you leave me again.” Her words stung as they were mumbled into your skin. You had promised the Mandalorian and the kid, you would help them for as long as it would take.

“I-”

“Shhhh, I’m just teasing.” Wrapping an arm around your shoulders, she pulled you with her as she rolled onto her back, your head nestling onto her chest. You laid in silence, listening to her breathing. Her heart beating under your ear as her slender fingers lazily dragged against your skin, the trail they drew left a tingling heat of want and need.

You needed to take your fill as well. She may have been teasing but she wasn’t wrong. You watched as her chest rose and fell with each breath, running your fingers over the swell of her breasts and watching the same trail blaze across, her skin pimpling and the fine hair you could only see with this closeness standing on end.

“I hear there are cave springs, there should be one under us.” Your eyes flicked up to hers before looking out from under the ridge, over the canyon. You smiled at the view, bringing your fingers up to her chin to turn her head.

“Beautiful.” 

Over the rock formations the grey clouds were slowly parting, dissipating with the growing heat of the day to reveal a rainbow over the canyon.

Omera shifted beneath you, tugging you up until your lips met hers. Lips caressing and sucking, while tongues slid over each other lazily. Her leg hitched over your hip, pulling you so so close as your finger dug into the pump flesh of her thigh. A soft sigh escaped one of you, who knows which, as hips rolled over thighs and lips trailed over skin.

“Mmm, we should get a move on. Pack up and hike down.”

“Is it safe?” You knew she was worried about raiders, but they were outerrim folk and this was as close as innerrim folk would get to the backwoods of the outerrim. This planet was too nice and luxurious for such lawlessness.

“Well, hold my hand tight and I’ll protect you.” You teased at her, bringing her fingers to your lips.

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With You

Writer Wednesday #8

Omera x F!Reader Next: Near You

Summary: Omera surprises you with a special trip to Naboo.

Warnings: Fluff

Wordcount: 400

Notes: The first of Pride themed Writer Wednesday prompts from @autumnleaves1991-blog and @flightlessangelwings​. I adore Omera and I think this would be an excellent way to write a little bit of her and her reader. I hope you enjoy these little blurbs!

The crowd swayed to the beat of the drums overhead as fine colored powder flew through the air. Handfuls of it being hurled into faces, with jovial yells. Brilliantly colored flags flew high, were draped from windows, and from building to buildings in the regal city.

Omera’s hand brushed your arm before her slender fingers wrapped around and pulled you closer. “Aren’t you glad we came?”

Rubbing the powder from your eyes, you nodded. Your lips pulled in the most beautiful smile she’d ever seen. She could see herself reflected in your eyes, the distance between you practically non-existent.

All around beings from all over the galaxy gathered on the beautiful planet of Naboo, filling the streets of the capital to dance and celebrate the love and light that they held for each other. Omera had promised a surprise when she boarded the crest, herding you, Winta, and the Child back inside, not giving you a moment to step foot on her lush home planet. A chuckle escaped the Mandalorian’s helmet as he walked off into her home village. “You deserve some time together, kid,” he casually threw over his shoulder as he sauntered away.

You never imagined such a festival and neither did the child, held in a carrier around your chest. He squealed and flung his arms in the air as you swayed with Omera to the beat, Winta dancing around the three of you while flinging the rainbow colored powder in the air.

Omera has insisted you all dress for the occasion, presenting you with her first surprise of the most beautiful linens to wear. The colors complementing your skin and fitting you perfectly, you were dressed perfectly for the occasion. She even went as far to make a breezy jumper for the child.

Omera held your gaze, her deep brown eyes creased in the corners as her lips pulled in the gentle smile you missed so so much when you were away. She pulled you closer, humming along with the chants of the crowd and wrapped her arm around your waist.

Her free hand came up to gently cup your face, thumb gently caressing the apple of your cheek as you leaned into her touch, pressing your lips against hers. The crowd around you soon turned to a hum, the only beings present were the four of you.

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Adore You

Writer Wednesday #12

Omera x F!Reader Writer Wednesday Masterlist

Summary: You’ve found your home.

Warnings: So much fluff! Reader is described in a dress (pictured above on the white colored mannequin, which is white like paper not like people) 

Wordcount: 800

Notes: Another week, another Writer Wednesday, which honestly keeps me sane. Here is my contribution to this week’s Writer Wednesday from @autumnleaves1991-blog​ and @flightlessangelwings​ Pride Week 5 prompts! Thank you both for hosting such a wonderful month of challenges and prompts, they were so great to work with.

This is my last of this little Omera series. It’s cheesy and made me feel warm all over. Sorry if it’s not your cup of tea but I had fun writing it and really think Omera deserves the world. 

The heavy footfalls jostled their body as they clung tighter to her waist, their fingers digging into the delicate shimmering fabric that clung to her perfectly and flowed around her from her hips down. Their own gown billowed behind, a trail of gold and silver stars suspended in delicate fabric.

The pounding of hooves echoed in the hall as they climbed the grand staircase, the smell of fresh flowers catching on their skin from the elegant and extravagant arrangements that adorned the railings.

The fathier they rode galloped faster though the palace as its inhabitants, as well as the curious guests who stopped their carefully coordinated dances watched the two burst through the ballroom doors and out the giant windows into the moonlit gardens below…

“You know, they could get hurt bursting through transparisteel, no matter how thin it is.” Omera stopped Winta mid-story, the little girl's wide eyes fell at her mother’s logic.

“It would be in their hair, not to mention those beautiful dresses-”

“Mooooooom!” The little girl shot Omera a pleading look.

“Shhh. Let the girl finish,” you whispered to Omera, your hand wrapping tighter around hers and placing a chaste kiss at her temple.

This was your new nightly ritual. A life more domestic and less dangerous, for now, on Sorgan with Omera and Winta as you held on to the last moments you had with Grogu and Din.

While the child was training and Din was off doing… well, you weren’t sure what he was doing now that he had accidentally become ruler of a haunted planet, you returned to what felt like home. You had asked him to come with you, but he hesitantly declined and you knew you’d see him soon.

Winta continued her story of the two princesses riding off into the ocean and eventually making a home in a beautiful castle in the clouds, a story she had written herself and insisted on retelling a bit of it every night before bed, yawning the last words before her heavy eyelids slid shut.

“We-I I can’t let her do this every night.” Omera stammered her words as she padded around, picking up and setting down things that were fine where they lay. The small fire in the center of the room danced across her face, knit with worry.

Your return was unexpected but welcomed. She cried in your arms and covered as much of you as she could reach in kisses, that night holding you tight as if you were going to vanish at any moment.

You gently reassured her that you were real and you were there, promises whispered into her skin as you held her just as tight. Now you watched with wonder and adoration as she skirted around you, once again afraid you would evaporate in the early dawn’s light much like the morning dew took it leave from the grass that loved it so.

“We can let her, if you want.”

“We?” The brown of her eyes flickered in the firelight, wide in surprise as she held a small basket in midair.

“Yes, we. Would you like that?” Your heart stilled for a second before the next words rushed out of you like a gust of wind. “Because I would like that, I don’t think that basket needed moving again. I liked where it was before.”

Dropping the basket, she strode over to you, quickly closing the space between you. The weight of her arms resting heavy in your lap as she kneeled before you, wedging herself between your thighs making sure to get close and not miss a single moment.

“We.” Eye searched your face, as water pooled along the rims and arms wrapped around you in a familiar embrace. “I would like that. I like ‘we,’ but this is just a small farming village-”

Much how she had silenced you at the Pirate Queen’s Castle, you pressed your finger to her lips before cupping her face. Running the pad of your thumb over the apple of her cheek, you spoke carefully and clearly, making sure she heard you. “Anywhere with you is perfect. You are my home. Winta is my home.”

You kissed away the tears that finally fell, kissing her eyes shut so so tight, then the plump of her cheeks, the peaks where her worry sometimes shone, and finally her lips you loved so so much.

“I’m in love with you. You.” 

You kissed her tenderly, swallowing her sob as her fingers dug into your sides and pulled you even closer and flush against her own warm body.

She mumbled her love you against your lips, wiping the tears away and giggling with joy.

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After You

Writer Wednesday #11

Omera x F!Reader Writer Wednesday Masterlist

Summary: You visit the Pirate Queen’s Castle on Takodana to leave your mark.

Warning: Fluff and just a little bit of sad thoughts

Wordcount: 800

Notes: My contribution to this week’s Writer Wednesday from @autumnleaves1991-blog and @flightlessangelwings Pride Week 4 prompts! UH, I made myself crrrrry but thank you to Autumn and Jey for hosting such a creative outlet!

“You know, it takes a very special being to leave their mark on my castle, girl.” The Pirate Queen’s booming voice echoed through the hall as she guided you deeper into the ancient stone structure to your room. You swallowed thickly at the implications, wondering what you had done to already get on her bad side.

The Child cooed at your chest, eyes wide as he felt the ancient force that called to him radiate from the thick walls.

The Mandalorian had taken leave to speak amicably with a pair that claimed to have information on another covert and Maz Kanata’s rules only allowed for amicable conversation while in her castle sanctuary.  

“When The Mandalorian contacted me about a visit, I made some arrangements.” The small Queen padded ahead, opening the door, and gesturing with her arms. A small gasp left your lips as soon as you laid eyes on her, Omera sat on the bed, mending long strips of cloth together. Their colors dulled in the darkness of the castle's interior.

Quickly brushing past her, you reached Omera who stood and wrapped her arms around you and pressed her forehead to yours. The squeaks and grunts of the Child trapped between you were the only things that drowned out the soft sniffles that escaped you. He flinched when a rogue tear splashed down his wrinkled forehead before he gave up and slumped in the sling wrapped around your body.

“Oh, little one. We’re so sorry.” Omera’s gentle voice floated down to him as she scooped him up and placed him on the ground.

“Children. Come. I have sweets for you.” Maz beckoned Winta and the Child to her. “You two meet me in the courtyard when you’re ready, eh?” She winked at you and Omera before she turned and led the children back out the hallway.

“What are you doing here?” You rubbed at Omera’s arms making sure she was real, she was a welcomed sight and very unexpected. “Maz visited the village, asking about our Spotchka. Then when she saw me, she said she knew everything she heard was true. The next thing I know, Winta and I were on our way here.” 

Her dark eyes somehow sparkled brilliantly in the low light. They were full of the love that warmed you from your toes to the top of your head and through your bones. “We got here this morning. She’s been feeding Winta sweets all day… I’m surprised she isn’t bouncing off the walls yet.”

** That night you all sat together. Omera and Winta, The Child and Mando, and you. You watched as the child and Winta played with their food and the Mandalorian recounted his meeting and regaled you with one story as to how he had come to know Maz and her pirate haven.

While the castle had a perfectly good cantina to sit in, you had opted for the fresh air of a small moss covered courtyard hidden behind a pointed archway, with a big shadowy tree, and a small pond where the child tried his best frog catching skills while Winta followed.

* “What are you thinking about?” Omera’s voice lace with genuine curiosity, able to see that the gears in your head were turning.

“Wondering what happens after this…” You motioned to the Child and the Mandalorian, now speaking with newly appeared Maz. “He’s fifty and just a child-”

Omera’s slender fingers touched your lips as she shook her head and adjusted the bag slung over her shoulder. “Maz, we’re ready now.”

A small chuckle sounded from the small being as she led you back to the castle’s main courtyard. “Did you bring it?”

Omera reached into the bag and pulled the fabric from earlier. Which now looked more familiar. Dyed in the colors of a rainbow, she had joined the fabrics used for the outfits you had worn to the festival on Naboo.

“As I was saying earlier, girl, it takes a special soul to leave a mark on my castle.” Her tawny fingers wrapped around your hand before she took the fabric from Omera, threading it through some rope and hoisting it up.

Above the courtyard, laced from wall to wall hung hundreds of sigils and flags and a larger than life statue of the pirate queen herself. Her arms open wide and surrounded by all sorts of symbols, welcoming every walk of life from the galaxy to her refuge.

The flag slowly raised and nestled between the others, standing out with it’s bright colors not yet muted by the sun.

“Someone will remember us, I say, even in another time.” Maz looked from you and Omera to the child. “He will always have a home here and a reminder of you.”

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Relax

Kinktober 2021: Day 8

Omera x F!Reader

Kinktober Masterlist

Warnings: Allusions to sex, Smut, Bathing, Booty play

Wordcount: 290

Rimming: it means the desire for orally given anal pleasure

The bathwater rose in steaming swirls around you, lightly perfumed and deliciously hot. Your bodies pressed together as Omera washed your skin in the dimly lit room.

Humming into your ear, she made sure to massage the translucent soap between your muscles. Delicate fingers worked in soothing motions, trailing over the hills and valleys of your body while you relaxed into her. She bookended every section with a kiss. Plump lips pressing into skin beaded with fragrant water and your own personal scent lapped up with the tip of her tongue.

Soon her humming turned into filthy words, whispered against your breasts as you threaded your fingers into her burnt chestnut hair. The ends dipping into the water as droplets clung to her crown.

“Will you let me, my sweet nightbloom?” Deft fingers groped at the flesh of your rear as you arched into her chest. The pebbled peaks of your breasts pressed to one another before she dipped her head down to capture one of yours between her lips.

Kneading the soft flesh and pulling, she spread you apart. The complete seam of you parting, sending warm water into hidden nooks as her fingers trailed further and she massaged and rubbed your skin clean.

Her plush lips pulled softly from your flesh, trailing up the column of your neck until she was able to pull your lust-addled gaze to hers. Dark eyes, blown black with desire.  “I want to taste you, everywhere.”

Nodding, you captured her lips, moaning as her fingers swiped between your cheeks, brushing against your puckered hole.

“First, let’s get out of the water so I can taste your blossoming flower and then…” She pressed her finger to the muscled entrance, drawing a wanton moan from your lips.

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