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Smooth Talker Part 2

Poe Dameron x Reader

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Requested on Wattpad! I normally don't do Part 2 requests, but an idea for this one popped immediately into my head and I couldn't let it go :)

Summary: Through a truly ridiculous series of events, you've managed to become a *triple* agent for the Resistance, being sent back to your original base by the First Order as a trusted spy after spending time as a Resistance spy in First Order territory. You can't wait to be back home, and even better, to tell your boyfriend Poe Dameron just what level of bs you managed to pull off.

Word Count: 1,522

Category: Fluff, Humor

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I tried to keep a smile off my face as I stood, back straight and hands behind my back, facing General Armitage Hux. He'd been my main point of contact for the past few months after he'd been the one to recruit me as a First Order spy, and the fact that I hadn't laughed in his face a single time that he'd been telling me all about what being a spy would entail was a true testament to my skills.

I'd been undercover for the Resitance deep in First Order territory when he'd come knocking with a bunch of soldiers because he suspected my apartment was a hideout for Resistance sympathizers and activity. And, to be fair, he was right. Poe Dameron, my boyfriend, had snuck in for a rare visit and left literal minutes before Hux and his friends showed up. But I'd done such a good job answering their interrogation questions that, instead of arresting me, they'd recruited me.

Now, after months of preparing, I was being sent on my way to find and infiltrate the Resistance's base. I'd need to be careful not to blow my true allegiances, but once I got out of range of the First Order and was only expected to make occasional reports, I couldn't help thinking this would be my easiest assignment yet.

"Are we clear on communication protocols and the kind of information we're most interested in?" asked Hux as I tuned back in to the end of his lecture. I nodded once, curtly.

"Yes sir."

"Good. Then best of luck to you. You're doing your Order a great service."

I saluted, fast and sharp, exemplifying the unshakeable, blind commitment they looked for in their recruits. I held it for a few moments, then Hux nodded and I let my hand fall back to my side.

"I look forward to hearing what you have to report."

The march through the rest of the ship felt like a dream. I was being dropped fairly far from anywhere the First Order suspected of being a Resistance base to make sure no one would be suspicious of me, but I was still closer to home than I'd been in a long, long time. I could swear I felt the latent tension of the past six months ease out of my shoulders as I watched the ship disappear without me on it.

I took a moment to enjoy the feeling, then quickly got my head back in the game. There was still a chance, however slim, that Hux was playing me. If I wasn't careful, I could accidentally lead the First Order right back to the Resistance base they'd spent so long looking for.

I spent the next week doing my due diligence, making sure no one was following me and that I didn't have a tracker on me anywhere that I didn't know about. I sent a brief update to Hux through the convoluted method we'd come up with for contact, telling him that I had a lead and was going to follow up on it, and then I finally started the trek home.

When the entrance to the Resistance base finally came into view another full week and change later, my heart leapt. It was vital to my cover that I didn't let myself dwell on how much I'd missed this place while living among First Order personnel, but now that I was finally safe, I almost starting crying at the sight of it. I hadn't really realized how badly I'd wanted to be back here until now.

I walked the rest of the way up with a massive smile on my face, scanning the crowd for anybody I recognized. I got some strange looks, largely from newer recruits who didn't know me, but then finally I found one of the people I was most hoping to see.

Poe Dameron stood just across the hanger with his back to me. I grinned and started walking towards him with purpose, and after a moment, the person he was talking to noticed me and pointed over Poe's shoulder. Poe turned around with a frown that quickly changed into a confused but beaming smile, then started rushing towards me. I sped up too, until we were running towards each other across the hanger. As soon as I got in reach, Poe picked me up and spun me around in a tight hug, then set me back on the ground only to pull me into a searing kiss. I kissed him back just as hard, wrapping my arms around his shoulders and tangling my hands in his hair. I ended up breaking the kiss as a joyful laugh bubbled out of me; finally we were together without the looming threat of a First Order solider at the door ruining the moment.

"What... what are you doing here?" he asked, still smiling and completely breathless. I laughed again, joy overflowing in my chest as I looked at the man I loved.

"You'll absolutely never believe it," I said with a crooked smile. He raised an eyebrow at me, so I continued. "I've been recruited as a spy for the First Order."

"...You what?"

I laughed as Poe stared at me, brow furrowed as he tried to figure out what was happening. I couldn't exactly blame him–I still wasn't totally sure how I'd managed to get here.

"It's the craziest story you'll ever hear, and I promise to tell you every last detail later tonight. But right now, I should really go and see Leia."

"Now hold on a minute," Poe said, grabbing my waist and pulling me a little tighter to him. As if I'd be moving away from him voluntarily any time soon. "You have to give me a little more than that, first."

I smiled. "Okay, but you have to promise not to freak out when I tell you the first part."

Poe frowned, looking incredibly nervous, but nodded anyway.

"Alright..."

"So remember the last time I saw you, when you visited me in the apartment where I was hiding out to spy on the First Order? Well that same night, right after you left, General Hux and Kylo Ren themselves came knocking with a whole host of troopers at their backs."

"They WHAT?"

"You said you wouldn't freak out! Just listen."

I could see Poe practically vibrating and fuming with delayed panic and about a thousand questions, but to his credit, he managed to hold them back with nothing more than slightly tightening his grip on my waist.

"Well, they asked me a bunch of questions because they thought a Resistance spy base was operating out of my apartment-" Poe winced, but I ignored him and kept going. "-and I answered the questions well enough that they decided I was clearly a loyal member of the First Order with a passion for them and their rule. So, instead of arresting me, they recruited me to be a spy! Of course I said yes, and now I'm here as a triple agent, so I can feed them a bunch of bad information, or information that comes just a little too late for them to do anything about it while still being correct, all while being here again, on base with you and everybody else."

Poe huffed a disbelieving laugh, just staring and blinking at me for a few moments while he processed. Then a smile spread across his face again, even as he shook his head.

"That is... incredible. I can think of about a thousand other things I could say about it too, but... just wow."

"I know," I said with a grin. I stepped back slightly out of his embrace, then took his hand instead. At some point we would have to go do separate activities on base, but I didn't plan on spending a second away from Poe right now until I had to. "Now, I need to go talk to Leia and Major Ematt about all this. Come with me?"

Poe matched my grin, still shaking his head but letting me pull him out of the hanger base with me.

"Of course. I'd follow you anywhere, you absolute maniac."

I just laughed as Poe fell into step beside me, our hands still held tight as we marched through the base. By no means was this war over; we still had so much work to do, and being back on base didn't even come close to putting me out of danger. But now I was in danger and fighting alongside Poe and all the people I cared about, while still putting my skills as a spy to full use. It was the best of both worlds, and in the middle of fighting back against an Empire that just didn't want to stay down, victories like this alongside loved ones were the things most worth fighting for.

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MASTERLIST

Under the cut are x-reader fics for:

Flip Zimmerman (BlacKkKlansman)

Pale (Burn This)

Ronnie Peterson (The Dead Don’t Die)

Adam Sackler (HBO’s Girls)

Jacques le Gris (The Last Duel)

Clyde Logan (Logan Lucky)

Charlie Barber (Marriage Story)

Abraham H. Parnassus (Saturday Night Live)

Kylo Ren (Star Wars)

Armitage Hux (Star Wars)

Eddie Munson (Stranger Things)

Phillip Altman (This Is Where I Leave You)

+ Miscellaneous fics (and more! 👀)

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BLACKKKLANSMAN

reader x flip zimmerman

🌹 A Reintroduction

rating: teen+, 1.5k, gender-neutral!reader, flip is dishonest, but also thirsty, drug-dealing mention

Flip. Your Flip is with the cops. He has a gun and a badge and everything.

That didn’t make any sense.

🌹 Flashfic: Flip could get it ✊

🌹 Flashfic: How do you think Flip would react to his wife’s changing body during pregnancy?

🌹 Flashfic: How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?

🌹 Flashfic: How do they picture their future with their s/o?

🌹 The Handler

rating: explicit, 4.4k, sexism, violence, abusive language, blood (bc of the violence), drug mention, guns mention, child sex-trafficking mention, rape threat, jealousy, fighting

You propped your cowboy boot on the table edge and took a long drink of beer. No one sitting at the  table with you paid your rudeness any mind. In fact, Johnny Claiborne  promptly placed his callused hand on your bare knee.

🌹 It’s Too Late To Turn Back Now

rating: teen, 2.1k, past physical-abuse mention, brief injury description, off-screen murder, period-typical sexism

The first time Flip saw you, you were bruised and cuffed. The scuttlebutt around the precinct was you had run over and murdered your abusive ex-boyfriend.

🌹 Queen of the Roller Derby

rating: mature, 2.3k, vague injury description, anachronistic sports teams and organizations

He couldn’t believe… Well, a lot of things. First, that he’d been invited. Second, that he was looking forward to the bout. Third, that he was anxious for your well-being.

🌹 NSFW Alphabet Series

ABC | DE | FGH | IJK | LMN | OP | QRS | TU | V | WXYZ

Bonus: My five favorite things about Flip Zimmerman

rating: explicit, 32k, stand-alone vignettes, oral sex, fluff, angst with happy ending, masturbation, daddy kink, public and semi-public sex, kind-of somnophilia, drug use, under-negotiated bondage and spanking, soft domming, ass play

Your legs went limp on Flip’s shoulders, and you felt him eased them down to the bed. He ran his big hands up your sides and then under your back as he bent forward.

🌹 Still the Same

rating: explicit, 13k, fem!reader, high-school!flip+reader, vaguely 1969 (with  inaccuracies), fingering, handjobs, pining, military draft/service (with inaccuracies), colorado setting, period-typical drug use, magical first time, angst with happy ending

He cracked the window, letting in the crisp spring air. It was too dark to see where specifically he was looking, but he had turned to face  you. One hand remained on the steering wheel, the other over the back of the seat.

He offered, “Wanna get in the back?”

“Sure,” you said, dropping your purse on the floor, and opened your door.

🌹 Three-day Weekend

rating: explicit, 3.2k, daddy kink, daddy dom, reader is not a little, off-screen negotiation, edging, oral sex, mild spanking

You  woke to a hot hand sliding across your bare middle and lips kissing your shoulder. There was the tickle of whiskers, and you turned your head towards disruption. With a sigh, you opened your eyes to watch Flip kiss your shoulder again. He looked up at you as his hand traveled under the sheet bunched below your waist.

“Mornin’, baby,” he said. His voice was sleep-rough yet tender.

🌹 Triple-Feature

rating: mature, 2.8k, old-fashioned living arrangements, making out

The Aircadia Drive-In was running a classic-horror triple-feature this Saturday night. You read in the paper they were playing The Wolf Man, Frankenstein, and Dracula. That evening, you rang Flip and asked him out on a date. You even offered to pay.

🌹 You Ain’t Seen Nothing Yet

rating: mature, 2.8k, detective reader, estranged married couple, smoking, period-typical sexism, dirty talk

…you balanced your mother’s big Tupperware container filled with homemade Samoas cookies. They were Flip’s favorite, and he detested sharing them. But he would have to—because you were famous around the station for your cookies.

You hoped he only got one. It would serve him right.

🌹 You Can Leave Your Skates On

rating: explicit, 2k, almost uniform kink, roller derby mention, clothed female naked male

The sink counter was strewn with make-up and hair tools and the pair of scissors from the kitchen. Before he could ask what the hell all this was for, you kissed his cheek and closed the bathroom door behind him.

Spiritual sequel to Queen of the Roller Derby

🌹 You Light Up My Life

rating: teen, 1.4k, sneakiness, secrets, fluffy married life

The first time you knew something was up was when Flip started his car and hurried to change the radio station.

🌹 You’re the Inspiration

rating: teen, 854, past alcohol abuse, fluffy afternoon

Flip sat in his switched off car and stared at the dark house. He wanted to break something.

BURN THIS

reader x pale

🌹 In the Night We Trust | playlist on spotify

1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8

rating: explicit, 57k, pretty woman au, prostitute reader, 1980s/90s, drug use  mention, alcohol consumption, inherent power imbalance, soft dom, choking (not breathplay), safe sex, oral sex, semi-public sex, public dirty talk, rough sex, mild spanking, fighting, abusive language, attempted sexual assault, aftercare

“So tell me, Pale, are you in town on business or pleasure?”

“Business…” He looks at your lips. “Until now.”

THE DEAD DON’T DIE

reader x ronald peterson

🌹 A Grave New World

rating: teen+, 804, canon-typical violence, missing parents

You’d only gone on one date—a really nice date, too—with Ronnie Peterson and then the zombie apocalypse happened. Like, what the actual fuck?

GIRLS (HBO)

reader x adam sackler

🌹 Flashfic: …imagine him trying to cuddle and smooch his gf in public and she’s like “😬😬 what are you doing…? Mmm, I guess it’s not so bad”

🌹 Flashfic: please. please tell me about licking sackler’s sack. its all i can think about. my mind has been infected by thoughts of adam sacklers balls in my mouth

🌹 Improving His Taste

rating: teen+, 2.2k, post s05e10, arguments with SO, making out

You were so sick of Adam Sackler and his tempestuous girlfriends.

🌹 Let Me Explain

rating: teen+, 1.2k, light angst, happy ending

“Whoa, let me explain!” Adam implored while teetering in patent leather stilettos, a chef’s knife with slices of carrot sticking to it in his hand. He grabbed the kitchen counter with his left to steady himself.

🌹 There Is A Light (That Never Goes Out)

rating: explicit, 4.3k, canon-typical buffoonery, jealousy, brief non-con element, femdom-ish reader, oral sex

“Take off your clothes,” he murmured after kissing you. “And crawl to my bed.”

THE LAST DUEL

reader x jacques le gris

🌹 Fair Is Foul

rating: teen, 1.8k, historical inaccuracies, timeline inaccuracies, anachronisms, medieval  flirting, sad/open ending, minor spoilers(?), rape mention

The other ladies at court told you not to demean yourself by keeping company with a squire. You pointed out that said squire had Count Pierre’s favor. Said squire might even be favored above any knight.

🌹 To Honor and Innocence

rating: mature, 5.3k, fem!reader, young!jacques, historical/jousting inaccuracies, ✨the  middle ages were magic✨, catholic imagery, reader has a spring/summer birthday, just roll with me, making out, thigh riding, euphemisms galore

You needed to look away, but you couldn’t. He was striking with the sudden high color in his cheeks and glittering eyes. His smile softened around the edges, and your heart soared at the sight.

Look away, you’d told yourself. Look away before you lose yourself.

LOGAN LUCKY

reader x clyde logan

🌹 A Newer World

rating: teen, 1.3k, PTSD symptom mention

Jimmy leaned across the patio table, bottle of Coors in hand. “So, when you gonna make an honest woman outta her?”

🌹 Lucky Me Lucky You | duck tape jukebox on spotify | ambient mix by Sushii

1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9

Bonus: NSFW Alphabet [2.1k]

rating: explicit, 33k, counter-espionage, angst with happy ending, alcohol consumption

You’d had big plans for your future. He’d had big plans, too. During senior year, you’d overheard him talking before class about joining the Army. You had thought about him in that service uniform and how handsome he would look.

Thirteen years later, Clyde was tending bar, sans uniform and missing part of his left arm. At the same time, you were working at the data-entry/call-center down the road from the house you inherited from your late grandmother.

So much for big plans.

🌹 When I Saw You

rating: mature/explicit, 3k, hairdresser!reader, touch-starved!clyde, post movie, erotic fantasies

In his fantasies, he always has both hands.

Which he knows is ironic.

MARRIAGE STORY

reader x charlie barber

🌹 Finding Treasure in the Dark

1 | 2

rating: explicit, 18k, submissive!female-reader, dom!charlie, under-negotiated bdsm, impact play, nipple play, oral sex, anal sex, piv sex, restraints, rope bondage, edging, semi-public fingering, sex toys, handjobs, public teasing

“Yes!“ she hissed in delight. "I told Professor Barber straight out I didn’t do that crap. Or let him boss me around. That’s why I dropped him, you know. If he wants some Stepford to indulge his impulses, he should go to Fetster or whatever.”

Your eyes went wide, and you shifted in your seat, faux-yawning and stretching your arms to cover the movement. You knew Charlie Barber.

🌹 Sweet Angel

rating: explicit, 3k, fluff, dog adoption, insecure!Charlie, piv sex

Since moving to a house with a fenced yard, Henry has been focused on getting a dog. First, it was getting a puppy for Christmas. When that hadn’t panned out, a dog for his birthday. Nicole wouldn’t install a real fence at her place, but tried to distract him with a new iPad.

That worked for a month.

SATURDAY NIGHT LIVE

reader x abraham h. parnassus

🌹 Flashfic: …what would young!Abe do for his wife on [Valentine’s Day]??

🌹 Flashfic: Abe Parnassus vibes jacquesdemys.tumblr com/post/125815250515

🌹 His Girl On A Friday

rating: teen+, 1.2k, corporate espionage, seduction

You’ve been sent by your father, Henry Pickens, to spy on his rival: Abraham H. Parnassus.

🌹 Indulgences

rating: mature, 1.5k, fem!reader, vaguely 1950s, old-fashioned euphemisms, dub-con-ish at first, public fingering, mild edging

It’s official: Don Carlos is boring. Yes, it’s a fundraiser. And of course, you agreed to purchase tickets. Anything to support The Met. But this opera, while beautiful, is dull.

🌹 My Baby Just Cares for Me Series

rating: explicit, sheltered-artist reader, vaguely 1950s, no vintage racism, written with old-fashioned sensibilities and euphemisms, oral sex, alcohol consumption, semi-public sex, sex toys, vaginal fingering, first time

— Expanding One’s Horizons [5k]

“We all need to expand our horizons,” you said as you went to the dining room to turn off the lights.

“Indeed we do, my love.”

— Tension Tamer [3k]

The  mattress trembled under you. The softly lit face of your alarm clock said it was after three. You knew it must be work that had awoken him. The company was in the middle of a merger and tensions were high.

— A Treasure More Than Gold [2.2k]

You met your husband’s eyes across the dance floor of Hotel Astor’s ballroom. He’d let his five o'clock shadow develop into a short Vandyke beard in preparation for Babe Paley’s Halloween gala.

— Minx [2.7k]

Abe groaned into the coverlet as you pressed your thumbs on either side of his spine. His muscles were slowly losing their tightness. You didn’t think his desk chair at work was supporting him properly. Most likely, he never sat in it except to sign documents.

— It’s Magic [4.4k]

Don’t go to art school, they said.

— Two To Tango [7k]

You sat at the bistro table tucked in the corner of the pasticceria. Abe sat across from you, tiny plates of bite-sized cake on the table between you.

STAR WARS

general

🌹 The Skywalker Ascension

rating: teen, 4.5k, tros revision, mc death, angst, lightsaber battles, retcon timeline

“All the Sith live in me,” he vows. “You will be empress, and we will be one.”

While disgust churns her gut, she will not hate, she will not give in.

To him or to anyone.

🌹 Unsanctioned

rating: general, 371, universe jumping, pre-tfa, my poor attempt at humor

You’re taking the walk of shame to the kitchen, arms full of dirty dishes.

kylo ren x armitage hux

🌹 Bombing Out

rating: mature, 1.4k, canon compliant, cannoli kylux, gambling, strip sabacc, alcohol consumption, afterlife, mutual pining, arguing

He didn’t know why he was playing sabacc. He didn’t like card games. There was hardly any strategy. No planning. Everything was left to chance. It was messy. And the gambling. He didn’t mind risk, of course, but one had to match their opponents’ bets. Which meant the opponent had too much control.

It was idiotic.

About as idiotic as his opponent, Ben Solo—

Who had literally lost his shirt last round.

🌹 Iron Moon Series on AO3 | photoset | spotify playlist by ayudameme

rating: explicit, 36k, canon universe, xeno-vampires, canon-typical violence, the first order wins, soft kylux, but with blood, knife play, blood drinking

He wanted to taste it, lick it all up. He wanted to run his tongue along the cauterized edges of the cut on Ren’s face. He wanted to follow it down under Ren’s ruined clothing.

reader x armitage hux

🌹 Flashfic: Armitage Hux is low key hot

🌹 Flashfic: I want Hux to throat fuck me

🌹 Succor

rating: mature, 2.4k, shy princess reader, fo-leader hux, the first order won, arranged marriage, dirty talk

You felt your dinner guests’ eyes on you, their judgements. You ignored them while hiding behind the courtly rituals you’d been taught since childhood.

reader x kylo ren | ben solo

🌹 All the Time in the Galaxy

rating: teen, 1.9k, kor reader, mutual pining, first kiss

“Lady Ren, pardon the interruption—” You didn’t know what he was  interrupting. You were both standing in silence. “—The techs have noticed something strange here on Starkiller.”

🌹 Call It In the Ring Series

rating: teen-mature, college au, art-majors kylo and reader, first date, sibling fights, nude photography, assisted masturbation, phone sex, fingering

— Hotshot House Show [2.5k]

You checked the address one more time on your phone. It was right, but definitely not what you expected when Kylo offered to make you dinner.

— Worked Shoot [5k]

Photography midterms were due in two weeks, and you only had one of the four photos you needed. You silently berated yourself because you’d known this was coming. It was on the damn syllabus.

But who actually read the syllabus?

— Clean Finish [2k]

You couldn’t believe you were about to do this, you thought as you stood naked in front of the clean bathroom mirror. You didn’t know if Kylo would like it. What if he didn’t?

— Vignette [938]

Ben was all “Morning, beautiful” with a grin Flynn Rider would be proud of. He sat close to you on the sectional sofa—even though there were plenty available places to sit.

— Bonus: I want nothing more than to strip off his clothes piece by piece, kissing any and all skin bared to me.

— Dirty Pre-show [1.3k]

You’d washed at the sink in the studio, but ugh, your jeans are splattered with slip. You’re pretty sure you have some on your face, in your hair. Hell, even one of your ears feels crusty.

How the ever living fuck does it get everywhere?

🌹 Dum Dums

rating: teen, 2.3k, gender-neutral reader, suburban high-school au, fluff, mutual pining, mild angst with happy ending

“Your boyfriend’s looking this way again,” Poe sing-songed before taking a big bite of his apple.

You rolled your eyes, knowing exactly who he was talking about. “He’s not my boyfriend,” you reply as you set your bottle of water on the lunch tray.

🌹 Flashfic: Please the (fem-dom!reader) story from gc…. I NEED IT

🌹 Flashfic: FAM IM ON MY KNEES BEGGING YOU… PLEASE PLEASE WRITE SOMETHING ABOUT GIVING SMOOCHES TO FOREVER SAD BOY KYLO

🌹 Flashfic: How does Kylo spoil his lady?

🌹 Flashfic: So, what do you guys think is Kylo’s favorite way to kiss?

🌹 Hello

rating: mature(ish), 1k, modern au, dream-sharing, pining, possessiveness, nightmare elements, magic/force shenanigans

A phone rang. Burr-ring. Distant at first. Burr-ring. Clanging. Jarring. Burr-ring. It was too dark to find it. You groped around in the cool, damp blackness to find nothing. Burr-ring. You cursed just before your hand slapped against something cold and metal.

🌹 Me and The Devil Series

rating: mature-explicit, modern vampire au, death mention, blood drinking, menstruation, oral sex, biting

— Flashfic: …I want vampire!kylo to do *very* unspeakable things to me :)

— Flashfic: Very bored tonight and [thinking] about vamp!kylo, if you have any, what’re your favorite five about him?

— You’re My Sweetness [2.1k]

“You’re sad,” he murmured, a note of confusion in his words.

“Funerals tend to do that.”

“Let me make it better.”

— Red Wings [1.4k]

So, you laid there and bled onto an overnight pad that had to be the length of a regulation cricket bat.

— Flashfic: Do you have any thoughts on vampire Kylo sensually playing with you with his teeth?

🌹 Not Like the Rest

rating: teen, 948, alcohol consumption, politics

So, Ben’s kept moving for years. He hustles. He’s on committees. He researches everyone around him. He schmoozes.

And he’s schmoozing during a dinner to honor a retiring staffer when he sees you.

🌹 On the Pulse of Mourning

rating: teen, 6.5k, ptsd, angst, disregarding an elder’s wisdom, force choking, force weirdness

He sat on the lowered ramp of his TIE and waited for the Resistance scouts to find him. He didn’t think it would take them long. He’d landed only two klicks from the base.

🌹 The Sofa King

rating: mature, 550, hs au, making out, frottage

Anonymous asked: Ben Solo is such a precious little baby I don't see him making the first move. He would be way too nervous. Like during a movie night you could literally be in his lap, rubbing his chest, purring into his ear and he would just keep his eyes locked on the screen, jaw locked, shifting uncomfortably, and he making silly comments about the movie.

reader x kylo ren x armitage hux

🌹 Precious Pet Series on AO3 | photoset | playlist on spotify

Bonus: NSFW Alphabet for Kylo and Hux [1.6k]

rating: explicit, 335k, canon universe, force-sensitive reader, departing from tfa, stockholm syndrome, force bond, everyone has issues

A hush suddenly fell over the village and you strained to hear anything. Was it over? Had the Order gotten what it wanted? You had a gnawing feeling it was only beginning.

The whoosh of energy—you couldn’t identify the noise, but you knew it wasn’t good—pierced the air. There was a collective horrified gasp and more scrabbling and then more blaster fire. Something had happened, something terrible. Someone’s death had triggered it all. Suddenly, there were screams and controlled violent blasters, and you covered your mouth to muffle your sob. The village was dead. Everyone you knew was dead. Lor San Tekka was gone. You felt it like a punch to the chest.

STAR WARS/DREDD

armitage hux x clan techie

🌹 Little Blue

rating: mature, 1.3k, incest, abuse mention, jealousy, crushes

“I see you’ve been slumming it with the radar techs again,” Armie said from his perch on Techie’s bed.

Techie gnawed on his lip, stepping through the doorway of his berth, and let the door slide shut behind him. He knew it would be stupid to deny it. He was wearing the tech jumpsuit after all.

STRANGER THINGS

reader x eddie munson

🌹 Through A Glass Darkly | playlist on spotify | masterlist

1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 | 18 | 19 | 20 | 21 | 22 | 23 | 24 | 25 | 26 | 27 | 28

rating: explicit, 163k, canon universe, fem/witchy/goth!reader, magic, slow burn, friends to lovers, series-typical horror, period-typical sexism and homophobia, historical inaccuracies and anachronisms, drug dealing and use, smoking, alcohol use, masturbation, mutual masturbation, fantasizing, one-bed trope, making out, fingering, dirty talk, chasing, oral sex, handjobs, condoms, piv sex, mild spanking, reader’s father is a dirtbag, magical violation, mental torture, body horror, aftercare, nightmares, strict parenting, panic attack, past child abuse and abandonment, semi-public sex, breaking up, angst with happy ending, running away, guns, fighting, everyone survives, suicidal ideation

Eddie would have to wait until his lunch break to see this new, hot, weird chick. He wondered which flavor of weird she was. Art weird? Theater weird? Band weird?

Weird weird?

He shrugged. He liked weird.

In other words, you’re the new girl in town, and Eddie is intrigued.

THIS IS WHERE I LEAVE YOU

reader x phillip altman

🌹 Risking Thorns

rating: explicit, 12k, post-movie, ice skating, nice suburban upbringing, slut shaming, almost enemies-to-lovers, prickly reader, phillip gets a short leash, bastardization of a jewish holiday, fingering, semi-public sex, phone sex, spanking threat

Once she pulled out of the parking lot, you asked, “So, where are we going?”

“Altman’s? I thought you got your skates sharpened there, too?”

Mental alarms went off as you shook your head. You knew the Altmans…

THE WITCHER

yennefer x geralt

🌹 Nailed Into Place

rating: explicit, 14k, modern new orleans au, inspired by s01e03 “betrayer moon”, mishmash of nola folklore, i’ve altered the striga curse (pray i don’t alter it further), references to s01e05 “bottled appetites”, timeline what timeline, alcohol consumption, incest mention, pedophilia mention, injuries, blood, ableist language, a sprinkling of geralt/jaskier

Geralt Rivia is the only witcher in New Orleans. He’s typically hard to find until Jaskier decides to announce on Instagram where he’ll be performing via selfies with Geralt in the background. Baron Ostrit, an associate of mob-connected Foltest Temeria, shows up to hire Geralt to rescue his daughter from slavers. Another princess to save. Geralt finds himself in a tangle lies, from the Marigny to the Garden District—and consulting with a mage he hasn’t seen in years…

MISCELLANEOUS

🌹 Character Soundtrack

Songs and playlists for characters I (and others) associate with them. Feel free to message me with ideas!

🌹 BlacKkKlansman Supercut

Flip Zimmerman scenes only.

🌹 Logan Lucky Supercut

Clyde Logan scenes only.

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#waywardrose writes

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Events Masterlist

Main Masterlist

These fics are listed here as well as under the characters and fandoms they are relevent for

Kinktober 2021

Armitage Hux X Male Reader X Kylo Ren

(To be reviewed to standard)

Eobard Thawne X Gender Neutral Reader

(To be reviewed to standard)

Eric Coulter X Gender Neutral Reader

(To be reviewed to standard)

Alexsandr Kallus X Male Reader X Mitth'raw'nuruodo

(To be reviewed to standard)

Maul X Gender Neutral Reader X Savage

(To be reviewed to standard)

The Swedes X AFAB Reader

(To be reviewed to standard)

Mitth'raw'nuruodo X Male Reader

(To be reviewed to standard)

Henry King Sr X Gender Neutral Reader

(To be reviewed to standard)

Kinktober 2022

October 1st, Clothed Sex with Douglas Davenport

Pronouns: None mentioned, Marcus calls the Reader ‘Dad’ Physical Sex: AMAB Rating: E/Smut Warnings: Reader is a step/adoptive-dad to Marcus, sex, mentions of cum, grinding, allusions to Douglas’ evil activities, nothing is proof-read Summary: Just a normal Friday with the smaller Davenport family, you bring Douglas some snacks and find him stuck in thought. You both decide you have ample time to yourselves.

October 3rd, Sex Pollen with Pavel Chekov

Pronouns: None mentioned Physical Sex: AMAB Rating: E/Smut Warnings: Non-established relationship, but they’re in love, hinted Kirk/Spock and Chapel/Uhura, sex pollen enhances arousal and attraction but no fuck or die, allusions to bad wig Chekov, focus on how cute the Russian is, top reader, bottom Chekov, mentions of Chekov’s love for Russia Summary: The away team gets separated and the Captain orders for exploration in the meantime. Chekov and yourself wander across some strange plants that cause some interesting side effects.

October 5th, Mind Control/Dub/Non-Con with Tom Riddle

Pronouns: None mentioned except in summary Physical Sex: AMAB Rating: E/Smut Warnings: Dubious consent, non-con vibes, mind control, drugging, Viagra potion, Tom Riddle being Voldemort in the early days, oral sex, anal sex, bottom reader, multiple orgasms, hopeful open ending, not proof read Summary: Tom Riddle met a nice boy at Hogwarts. One he couldn’t let get away. He keeps him away from his work and uses him as he sees fit.

October 7th, Generating Warmth with Leonard McCoy

Pronouns: None mentioned Physical Sex: AMAB Rating: E/Smut Warnings: Non-established relationship, but they’re in love, stranded together, stuck in a cave, McCoy calls the reader “kid,” but he calls lots of people that, riding, hand-job, standard McCoy snark, long set up Summary: When Spock’s away team get stranded a second team is sent to locate them when the ship’s sensors fail. As a part of the rescue team, yourself and Doctor McCoy happen across a cave that needs investigating. A spontaneous collapse of the entrance leaves you both stuck in a freezing cave with limited sources of heat. You have to find a way to stay warm.

October 9th, Toys with Simon

Pronouns: None mentioned; Reader referred to as ‘boy’ and ‘man’ in dialogue Physical Sex: AMAB Rating: E/Smut Warnings: Toys, grinding, Simon hates dildos and thinks he’s too good for toys, mentions of Negan loving his wives, anal plug, handcuffs, prostate massage, rough sex, both of them are switches but Simon’s more of a top, Negan needs his Lieutenants to loosen up, asexual author that had to do a lot of fic reading to figure out how toys work Summary: On a run with Negan, the Saviors happen across a sex shop and bring home the lot. Being Negan’s right hand, Simon and his S/O get first pick.

October 11th, Cockwarming with Rumpelstiltskin

Pronouns: None mentioned; Reader referred to as ‘Da’ by Baelfire Physical Sex: AMAB Rating: E/Smut, Tooth Rotting Fluff Warnings: Pre-Dark One Rumple, wholesome father with anxiety, Reader is a Stepdad to Baelfire, mentions/depiction of minor injury, fluff in the beginning, smut is brief and fluffy, top Reader, bottom Rumple, I proof read nothing Summary: A domestic life with Rumplestiltskin before his time as the Dark One. You are the comfort he needs, especially on cold nights.

October 13th, Somnophilia/Waking Up with Edward Nashton

Pronouns: None mentioned; Reader called ‘boyfriend’ Physical Sex: AMAB Rating: E/Smut Warnings: Edward being needy, mentions of Riddler stuff, light somnophilia with pre-established consent, multiple orgasms for the Reader, oral sex, riding, rough sex, not proof read, very little dialogue, top Reader, bottom Edward Summary: Edward often wakes you up when he’s feeling particularly needy. The trick is figuring exactly how he wants it. So long as he’s dizzy by the end, all is as it should be.

October 15th, Mating Cycles/In Heat with Spock

Pronouns: None mentioned Physical Sex: AMAB Rating: E/Smut Warnings: Pon Farr, Spock having an animalistic drive, multiple orgasms, () used for custom name and rank, verbal consent is sexy, top Spock, bottom, Reader Summary: Spock has been careful to keep track of his Pon Farr, but it still snuck up on him before you could have your first time as a couple. Now Spock has to ask something very intimate of you.

October 17th, Power Imbalance with Mirror Kirk

Pronouns: He/Him, Reader is referred to as ‘boy’ Physical Sex: AMAB Rating: E/Smut Warnings: Mirrorverse runs on sex and blood, Mirror Kirk is mean, switch Reader, sub Reader, dom Mirror Kirk, references to Reader giving oral but it doesn’t happen, hand job, sex as a threat, sex a discipline, mentions of execution and torture, use of the pet name “good boy,” mentions of prior sex partner and Reader, mentions of Reader’s time at the academy, inexperienced Reader, dirty talk, handjob, mentions of grinding, sex Summary: As a Commander aboard the ISS Enterprise you get the occasional privilege of sitting in the Captain’s chair. When the Captain comes to relieve the Beta shift he keeps you behind for some fun, but things don’t go quite how he planned.

Tropesgiving 2022

Wrong Door: The Master X Male Reader

Prompt: Tropesgiving Day 1: Enemies to Lovers Pronouns: He/Him Physical Sex: None Mentioned Rating: T/Moderate Themes Warnings: Canon typical violence, double meaning/implied future intimacy, background Yaz/Doctor, Dhawan Master Summary: The Doctor responds to a distress signal and meets an unexpected enemy with the intention of hurting her and the fam. When everyone’s plans are ruined, a certain Timelord has to improvise.

Pelt: Snotlout Jorgenson X Gender Neutral Reader

Prompt: Tropesgiving Day 2: One Bed Pronouns: None Mentioned Physical Sex: None Mentioned Rating: G/Fluff Warnings: Snotlout the flirt, the twins fight, written with a male reader in mind - but it’s never stated Summary: When someone forgets to bring enough blankets for the no-dragon training trip the group ends up having to share the few they do have.

Those Blue Eyes: Leonard McCoy X Male Reader

Prompt: Tropesgiving Day 3: Evil Twins Pronouns: He/Him, use of boyfriend, reader called ‘boy’ and ‘man’ Physical Sex: None Mentioned Rating: T/Moderate Themes Warnings: Canon typical violence, flirty mirror counterparts, mentions of surgery and death Summary: A mirrored version of Doctor McCoy is on the Enterprise and you have him at phaser point, but things are much more complicated than they seem.

The Prince: Armitage Hux X Male Reader

Prompt: Tropesgiving Day 4: Arranged Marriage Pronouns: He/Him, reader called ‘prince’ and ‘man’ Physical Sex: None Mentioned Rating: T/Moderate Themes Warnings: Foundation of a queer platonic relationship, marriage for politics, aroace Hux and Reader, asexual bonding, sex/romance repulsion Summary: The First Order needs a strong alliance to beat the Resistance out of your system. Your government agrees, so long as there is a strong tie between the two governments. Armitage Hux receives an order from Supreme Leader Snoke himself.

Free Comics: Stuart Bloom X Male Reader X Barry Kripke

Prompt: Tropesgiving Day 5: Love Triangle Pronouns: He/Him, reader called ‘boyfriend’ Physical Sex: None Mentioned Rating: T/Moderate Themes Warnings: Barry is an asshole, Stuart stares a lot, Reader enjoys Silver Age DC, mentions/hints towards sex, hint of poly ending, Captain Sweatpants being a good guy Summary: Stuart and Barry are both flirty towards you, but when Barry finds out someone else is flirting with you he feels the need to do something about it. You have no problem laying out their options for them.

Not Your Tie: Oswald Cobblepot X Male Reader

Prompt: Tropesgiving Day 6: Clothing Swap Pronouns: He/Him, reader called ‘boyfriend’ Physical Sex: None Mentioned Rating: M/Mature Themes Warnings: Oswald stays in the closet to get votes, mentions of sex, Ed knows everything and doesn’t hate Oswald, Oswald isn’t in this very much Summary: After a long night of celebration you arrive at the mayor’s office wearing Oswald’s tie. Luckily for you, Edward is a good friend.

12 Days of AU 2022

Dragons Know Things: Viggo Grimborn X Gender Neutral Reader

Prompt: 12 Days of AU, Soulmate Pronouns: None Mentioned Physical Sex: None Mentioned Rating: T/Violence Warnings: Viking typical violence, minor injuries, hunters are hunters, Reader is an older dragon rider Summary: Shot down during a storm by the dragon hunters, you meet their leader.

The Death Knights: Severus Snape X Male Reader

Prompt: 12 Days of AU, Royalty Pronouns: None Mentioned, Reader is called ‘sir’ as in the knightly title and acts as a traditionally masculine knight Physical Sex: None Mentioned Rating: T/Violence Warnings: Mentions of death and war, arranged marriage, Voldemort still looks human, Snape is still a spy Summary: King Dumbledore’s precious school has fallen to the Dark King Voldemort’s forces, now they celebrate that victory.

Gaslight Hatter: Jervis Tetch X Gender Neutral Reader

Prompt: 12 Days of AU, Historic Pronouns: None Mentioned *Reader is a cop and the first female cop in America would have just joined the force around this time so there’s no room for pronoun plot holes, use what you want Physical Sex: None Mentioned Rating: T/Violence Warnings: Mentions of murder/serial murder, based on the comic not the movie, reader is a cop but a cool one I guess, Reader referred to as an Alice by Hatter, I hope you’ve read the book Summary: 1890s Gotham is facing a new threat after the demise of Jack the Ripper. A madman dressed as the beloved Hatter from a popular storybook who has a pension for playing dress up with the young adults of the city. As an officer working under Inspector Gordon, it’s your job to protect the people.

Necromancer: Milton Mamet X Gender Neutral Reader

Prompt: 12 Days of AU, Magic Pronouns: None Mentioned Physical Sex: None Mentioned Rating: T/Zombies Warnings: Mentions of death and zombies, use of ‘biters’ instead of 'walkers’ Summary: When science fails, magic is needed to learn more about the dead.

Navyman: Malcolm Reed X Male Reader

Prompt: 12 Days of AU, Modern Pronouns: he/him, Reader referred to as ‘boyfriend’ Physical Sex: None Mentioned Rating: G Warnings: Malcolm’s family is clueless, aquaphobia, mentions of scary/life threatening conditions at sea Summary: In modern times, Malcolm Reed didn’t have any Starfleet to join and is pressured into the Navy despite his fear. His family is proud, but knows nothing about his phobia so you have to help him through it during a storytelling session.

Traditions: Montgomery Scott X Gender Neutral Reader

Prompt: 12 Days of AU, Holiday Pronouns: None Mentioned Physical Sex: None Mentioned Rating: T/Alcohol Warnings: Multiple holiday celebration, Scotty’s tree has to be perfect, mentions of scotch, holidays/faiths mentioned specifically: Hanukkah, Kwanzaa, Yule, and Christmas, author celebrates Yule and did research for other holidays Summary: When the holiday season rolls around the Enterprise has an annual party, limited to one night due to the dangers of space. Scotty and the Operations division are in charge of decorations for all of the holidays and it’s time to set up.

Fictober 2023

Street Urchin: Dutch Van der Linde X Male Reader

Fictober Prompt: Day 1, Age Play Pronouns: he/him, Reader referred to as ‘boy’ and ‘son’ Physical Sex: AMAB Rating: E/Smut Warnings: Age play, role play, begging, slight pain/rough handling, anal fingering, anal sex, prostate massage, biting, neck kissing, dirty talk, teasing Summary: Dutch suggested you pretend to be one of those young street boys while in Saint Denis so he can teach you a lesson.

Big, Not Dumb: Bill Williamson X Male Reader

Fictober Prompt: Day 2, Compliments Pronouns: None Mentioned, Reader referred to as ‘boy’ Physical Sex: None Mentioned Rating: T/Language Warnings: Referenced bullying, referenced crime, fluff, comfort, kisses, cuddling, bashful Bill, use of Bill’s birth name Summary: You get back to camp to find Bill in a bad mood, that simply will not do.

Annoying: John Marston X Male Reader

Fictober Prompt: Day 3, Hate Sex Pronouns: he/him, Reader referred to as ‘man’ Physical Sex: AMAB Rating: E/Smut Warnings: Hate sex, anal fingering, anal sex, prostate massage, dirty talk, teasing, mentions of John’s situation with Abigail and Jack, Reader is an asshole, pre-Blackwater, violence, punching Summary: You’ve been sent on a scouting excursion with John to find a good spot closer to Blackwater, John is annoying through the whole ride.

Never Again: Kieran Duffy X Bill Williamson

Fictober Prompt: Day 4, Hurt/Comfort Pairing Type: M/M Rating: T/Language, References to sex Warnings: Referenced/Implied forced prostitution, trauma, mentions of past torture, the tongs, Dutch is an asshole, soft Bill Williamson, mutual pining, hurt/comfort, protective bahavior, hugs, internalized homophobia, Bill is at war with himself Summary: Kieran finds himself forced into something he doesn’t want to do in order to make money for camp, Bill is there to keep that from happening.

Little O’Driscoll Dog: Micah Bell X Kieran Duffy

Fictober Prompt: Day 5, Collaring Pairing Type: M/M Rating: E/Smut Warnings: Smut, fluff, tooth rotting?, repressed Micah Bell, kinky Kieran Duffy, admittance of feelings, established relationship, slow sex, kissing, anal fingering, anal sex, marking, protectiveness, possessiveness, top Micah and bottom Kieran Summary: Micah and Kieran spend their first night in a hotel room, giving them both the opportunity to admit things.

Sit Still: Arthur Morgan X Male Reader

Fictober Prompt: Day 6, Dubcon/Frottage Pronouns: he/him, Reader referred to as ‘boy’ Physical Sex: AMAB Rating: E/Smut Warnings: Slight dubcon, frottage, sex with clothes on, grinding, kissing, neck kissing, marking, low honor Arthur Morgan, dominate Arthur and submissive Reader, sleeping, slight cuddling Summary: With the whole camp noticing Arthur’s darker turn recently, Dutch sent you out to keep an eye on him.

Helping and Teaching: Colm O’Driscoll X Male Reader

Fictober Prompt: Day 7, Virginity Pronouns: None Mentioned, Reader referred to as ‘boy’ Physical Sex: AMAB, Mention of chest hair Rating: E/Smut Warnings: Colm O’Driscoll has a virginity kink big time, Reader is an O’Driscoll, praise, dirty talk, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, proposition, kissing, grinding, clothed dominant/naked submissive, anal fingering, anal sex, top Colm/bottom Reader, gentle Colm for once Summary: While out on a job with the other O’Driscoll boys, you let slip that you’re a virgin. When this news gets back to Colm, his interest is piqued.

Not a Drop: Micah Bell X Male Reader

Fictober Prompt: Day 8, Breeding Pronouns: None Mentioned Physical Sex: AMAB Rating: E/Smut Warnings: Passing mention of having a kid (but not really talking about it, just dirty talk), Micah being a needy bottom, Reader is confused but supportive of Micah’s breeding kink, multiple orgasms, playing with hair, cuddling, cockwarming, breeding, anal fingering, anal sex, dirty talk, top Reader and bottom Micah Summary: Micah has a bit of a surprising request, he wants to be filled like he’s being bred.

The Map: Bill Williamson X Male Reader

Fictober Prompt: Day 9, Kisses Pronouns: None Mentioned, Reader referred to as ‘man’ Physical Sex: None Mentioned Rating: T/References to sex Warnings: Kisses, fluff, light bickering, spoiling Brown Jack of course, use of Bill’s birth name, established relationship, implied future sex, slight appreciation of Bill’s thighs Summary: Lost in a new area when trying to find a new town, you have a sweet moment with Bill.

Sweet: Kieran Duffy X Male Reader

Fictober Prompt: Day 10, Praise Kink Pronouns: None Mentioned Physical Sex: AMAB Rating: E/Smut Warnings: Kisses, fluff, smut, outdoor sex, praise kink, self anal fingering, anal sex, top Reader and bottom Kieran, statements of love, established relationship Summary: A moment away from camp in which you notice Kieran reacts rather pleasantly to being praised.

Lesson: Micah Bell X Male Reader

Fictober Prompt: Day 11, Humiliation Pronouns: None Mentioned, Reader referred to as ‘boy’ and ‘man’ Physical Sex: AMAB Rating: E/Smut Warnings: Kisses, smut, outdoor sex, long term humiliation, anal fingering, anal sex, top Reader and bottom Micah, established relationship, jealousy, rough sex Summary: When Micah gets too close with Dutch, you feel the need to remind him of something.

Wake The Bear: Bill Williamson X Micah Bell

Fictober Prompt: Day 12, Somnophillia Pairing Type: M/M Rating: E/Smut Warnings: Smut, sleep sex, slightly dubious consent, insomniac Micah, thicc (™) Bill, clingy Bill, established relationship, kissing, marking, possessiveness, top Micah and bottom Bill Summary: Stuck in Bill’s bear-like cuddles, Micah comes across something to entertain himself.

Trustworthy: Arthur Morgan X Albert Mason

Fictober Prompt: Day 13, Cuckolding Pairing Type: M/M Rating: E/Smut Warnings: Smut, established relationship (Arthur/Albert), fluff, kink negotiation, domestic themes, soft sex, gentle sex, masturbation, exhibitionism, cuckolding, kisses, oral sex, blow jobs, anal fingering, anal sex, cuddling, fantasies come to life, top Charles and bottom Albert with viewing Arthur. Summary: Arthur finds himself thinking of a new dirty fantasy and he is lucky enough to have a sweetheart and friend that are willing to help him fulfill it.

Training The Workhorse: Arthur Morgan X Male Reader

Fictober Prompt: Day 14, Orgasm Denial Pronouns: None Mentioned Physical Sex: AMAB Rating: E/Smut Warnings: Arthur being needy, orgasm denial, kissing, anal fingering, oral sex, blow jobs, rimming, teasing, top Reader and bottom Arthur Summary: Arthur has been overly needy, so you give him just enough attention to ensure he listens.

Rebound: Dutch Van der Linde X Male Reader

Fictober Prompt: Day 15, Noncon/Rape Pronouns: None Mentioned, Reader referred to as ‘boy’ and ‘man’ and holds a generally masculine mindset given the circumstances Physical Sex: AMAB Rating: E/Smut Warnings: Rape, grief, drinking, mentions of Annabelle’s death, unhealthy coping mechanisms, hints of victim blaming because Dutch is an ass, threats, semi-public sex, hand jobs, anal fingering, anal sex, marking, neck kissing, slight cum fixation, vomiting, crying, Dutch is such a bad person in this one dude, shifting perspective Summary: After losing someone he loves, Dutch drinks to forget and gets an idea in his drunken mind when he spots a man he likes the look of.

Flipped: Sean MacGuire X Male Reader X Kieran Duffy

Fictober Prompt: Day 16, Gentle threesome, Double penetration Pronouns: None Mentioned, Reader referred to as ‘boy’ and ‘man’ Physical Sex: AMAB Rating: E/Smut Warnings: threesome, rimming, kissing, anal fingering, anal sex, double penetration, fluff, smut, guys being dudes Summary: Sean’s big mouth ends up with you taking both he and Kieran at the same time.

Dare: The Van der Linde Boys X Male Reader

Fictober Prompt: Day 17, Multi Pronouns: he/him, Reader referred to as ‘fella’ and ‘man’, heavy masculine implication Physical Sex: AMAB Rating: E/Smut Warnings: (have you ever been in a men’s locker room and things got a little weird), smut, background relationships, masturbation, hand jobs, kissing, oral sex, blow jobs, dirty talk, facial, cum swallowing, Micah being an asshole, flirting, casual sex, everyone is gay but especially Bill Summary: Drunk Sean wanting to get off prompts a dare to jerk off and last longer than anyone else at the fire. Gay chaos of a sort ensues.

Bruises: Arthur Morgan X Male Reader

Fictober Prompt: Day 18, Spanking Pronouns: None Mentioned, masculine implication Physical Sex: AMAB Rating: M/Mild sexual themes Warnings: Mentions of violence and injuries sustained, marking, spanking, bruising, fantasizing, masturbation, anal fingering, cuddling, kissing, aftercare, sex put off in favor of cuddling Summary: Arthur loves being put over your knee but this is the longest you’ve been apart.

At His Lowest: Dutch Van der Linde X Micah Bell

Fictober Prompt: Day 19, Exhibitionism Pairing Type: M/M Rating: E/Smut Warnings: Exhibitionism, epilogue setting, power dynamics, dom/sub undertones, anal fingering, anal sex, bottom Micah/top Dutch, mentions of past grief, Dutch is not mentally healthy Summary: Now that Dutch has reunited with Micah, he has an opportunity he should have taken years ago.

Needy Firsts: Sean MacGuire X Male Reader

Fictober Prompt: Day 20, Rimming Pronouns: None Mentioned, Reader referred to as ‘man’ Physical Sex: AMAB Rating: E/Smut Warnings: Kissing, established relationship, begging, Sean is loud, rimming, first time rimming, mentions of prior sex, slight aftercare Summary: After a few days without much alone time you decide to do something with Sean that you haven’t done before.

Sweet Blood: Bill Williamson X Male Reader

Fictober Prompt: Day 21, Blood/Murder Pronouns: None Mentioned Physical Sex: AMAB Rating: E/Smut, violence Warnings: Appreciation of Bill’s size, kissing, gunfight, blood, murder, oral sex, blow job, hint of anal fingering, mentions of bathing together, goofy fluff, Bill is clumsy Summary: After a shootout Bill gets a little show that he enjoys more than he might expect.

Thickness: Bill Williamson X Male Reader

Fictober Prompt: Day 22, Intercrural Sex Pronouns: None Mentioned Physical Sex: AMAB Rating: E/Smut Warnings: Prior failed sex with injury, mention of blood, a lesson in lubrication, Bill’s thighs getting the attention they deserve, intercrural sex, prepping, aftercare, kissing, hand job, soft sex, fluff Summary: After a painful failed attempt at typical intimacy, Bill has an idea that won’t worsen his injury.

Practice Makes Perfect: Abe X Male Reader

Fictober Prompt: Day 23, First Time Deepthroating Pronouns: None Mentioned Physical Sex: AMAB Rating: E/Smut Warnings: Fluff, oral sex, blow job, deepthroating, cum swallowing, domestic-ish, established relationship Summary: After a lot of practice, Abe finally manages to get you down into his throat.

Slow: Kieran Duffy X Male Reader

Fictober Prompt: Day 24, Sounding Pronouns: None Mentioned Physical Sex: AMAB Rating: E/Smut Warnings: Fluff, careful sex, sounding, safe sex for the time period, the fence has a spicy inventory you know he does, communication Summary: A new toy from the fence means testing it out with caution.

End: Micah Bell X Male Reader

Fictober Prompt: Day 25, Crying Pronouns: None Mentioned, Reader referred to as ‘man’ Physical Sex: None Mentioned Rating: T/Violence, language Warnings: Angst, crying, betrayal, Reader doesn’t take Micah’s side, violence, guns, shootout, drinking, Micah doesn’t know how to do emotions, Baylock is a good horse, extreme coping mechanisms Summary: The end of the gang, everything is going Micah’s way. There’s just one little snag that Micah doesn’t know how to handle, something he didn’t know how to account for.

A Dynamic: Dutch Van der Linde X Arthur Morgan

Fictober Prompt: Day 26, Grooming Pairing Type: M/M Rating: M/Grooming, references to sex Warnings: Underage, dead dove, grooming, dark themes, Dutch’s mind is a wasteland, bad father Dutch, groping, head kissing, cuddling, affection Summary: Dutch doesn’t think what he does with Arthur is all that wrong. A/N: Goes without saying this is your extra dead dove warning. This is an interesting dynamic I had read a few fics on and I wanted to explore Dutch’s odd interest in ‘younger women’ that he has in the game. It’s short because it’s gross.

Messed Up: Micah Bell X Male Reader

Fictober Prompt: Day 27, S&M Pronouns: None Mentioned, Reader referred to as ‘sir’ Physical Sex: None Mentioned Rating: E/Smut, blood Warnings: Rough sex, rough masturbation, anal fingering, sex toys, anal plug, knife play, blood, marking, dom/sub, bottom Micah and top Reader, aftercare, cuddling, choking, asphyxiation, blacking out, passing out  Summary: After misbehaving before, Micah gets a well loved punishment.

Well Behaved: Colm O’Driscoll X Male Reader

Fictober Prompt: Day 28, Daddy Kink Pronouns: he/him, Reader referred to as ‘boy’ Physical Sex: None Mentioned Rating: M/References to sex Warnings: Colm being sweet, cuddling by a fire, blankets, soft behavior, daddy kink, neck kissing, sensual touching, cozy setting, I wrote this in thirty degree weather because cold Summary: A warm night by the fire with Colm.

Squeeze: Charles Smith X Male Reader

Fictober Prompt: Day 29, Breathplay Pronouns: None Mentioned Physical Sex: AMAB Rating: E/Smut Warnings: Choking, anal fingering, anal sex, cockwarming, kissing, neck kissing, slight aftercare of sorts, birthday presents, fluff, Charles being extra pretty, established relationship, bottom Charles and top Reader Summary: Charles gets everything he wants for his birthday.

Misadventures: Micah Bell X Male Reader

Fictober Prompt: Day 30, Failed Date Pronouns: None Mentioned, Reader referred to as ‘man’ Physical Sex: None Mentioned Rating: T/Language, mention of injury Warnings: Fluff, romance, date, picnic, kissing, mention of violence and injury, Micah trying his best Summary: Micah plans a date to make up for being a bad sweetheart, only for things to turn on him all at once.

Boys’ Night: The Van der Linde Boys X Male Reader

Fictober Prompt: Day 31, Orgy Pronouns: None Mentioned Physical Sex: AMAB Rating: E/Smut Warnings: Orgy, threesomes, kissing, anal fingering, anal sex, oral sex, blow jobs, rough sex, voyeurism, exhibitionism, Sean’s drunken mind, marking, viagra-esc tonics, almost everyone is passed around to everyone else, Reader takes both top and bottom roles Summary: Sean has an idea that leads most of the boys in the gang to a damn fun time.

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Thank U, Next | Poe Dameron x Reader (1/2)

Prompt: High School AU

Fandom: Star Wars (Sequel Trilogy)

Words: 2791

Warning: Mentions past Armitage Hux x Reader, Ben Solo x Reader, Finn x Reader, and current background Finn x Rey.

A/N: I’m super late with the last three Writer’s Month prompts, but I ended up making this one longer than intended, like many of my fics, lol. Inspiration from the song Thank U, Next by Ariana Grande.

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How long has it been since you’ve moved away from your hometown? Too long, apparently. There were some stores that closed down with new ones taking their place, buildings renovated and even a new road was added to cut travel time. Everything felt familiar to you, but also distant. You were born and raised here, but this was no longer your home.

When that invite for your high school reunion arrived at your apartment in the city, you debated whether you should go back. You had a lot of bittersweet memories there, but you were curious of what happened to your classmates. You’ve changed a lot since you graduated from high school and you hoped that certain people had changed for the better as well.

You went a week before the reunion, staying in a spare room of your mother’s new house. It was spacious and homely, filled with everything that your mother had always wanted, including a garden and a greenhouse in the backyard. Your parents had divorced a year after you graduated, something that had been a long time coming and they still remain friends. You could sense a heavyweight leaving your mother’s shoulders when the paperwork went through and you had helped her move out.

Throughout the week, you got situated in the spare room, making it your own for the times that you plan on visiting, as well as helping out with the garden. You always wanted one growing up, but your father was against the idea, claiming that it was too much maintenance that he didn’t want to do. It was peaceful in the backyard with fairy lights hanging around the patio. Oftentimes, you and your mother would drink a warm beverage and talk on the patio, catching up with each other and reminiscing. She had heard that some of your classmates stayed, some went to the military, and some even she hadn’t heard about in a while.

-

You were lounging in the backyard, reading an old book that you had in high school when an orange tabby hopped the fence and meowed. You bookmarked your page and sat up, seeing the orange tabby sit a few feet ahead of you, licking their paw.

“Hey, there, little one,” you said, reaching a hand out.

The tabby paused their cleaning, tentatively leaning forward to sniff your hand. When they realized you were good people, they rubbed against your palm and stepped towards you. Once they got closer, you realized the cat was female, her name tag reading Millicent Hux. Huh, you knew a Hux in high school. You had a crush on him for a year, and you remembered the whole school found out and he never spoke to you again because of all the teasing.

“Excuse me!” someone called out.

You turned away from Millicent and saw a tall and pale ginger man waving from the other side of the fence. He paused his waving when it registered just who he was waving to. You stood up with Millicent in your arms and made your way towards the fence.

“Armitage?” you asked in disbelief.

He smiled. “Yeah, that’s me. Lanky Armi,” he said with a shrug, “I didn’t know you were in town. Here for the reunion?”

“Yeah. I assume this is your cat,” you said, raising Millicent up.

“Yeah, I was about to take her out to the vet when she ran out of her carrier. Thank god she ended up here instead of hanging out by the road.” He grabbed Millicent from you, carrying her like a baby. “You look good.”

“You, too.”

He scoffed, shrugging off the compliment. “Still lanky and pale.”

“Are you going, too?”

He nodded. “I’ve seen a few of our classmates that had arrived earlier this week,” he said, hesitating to continue, “I, uh, saw Ben, too.”

“Oh,” you said, surprised.

From the way that Armitage said that, it meant that he knew or at least had an idea of what happened between you and Ben. They were close friends, after all. You never painted Ben as someone that cared for such gatherings. Sentimentality wasn’t his best trait. You weren’t sure how to feel about his presence in town.

Armitage cleared his throat, regretting about saying anything. “Well, I’ll see you around, then. Would love to stay and catch up, but this one needs her shots.”

“Alright, it was nice seeing you again, Armi,” you said, smiling, “And nice to meet you, too, Millicent.”

You walked back to your reading spot and sighed. Given the size of this town, you were surprised you hadn’t ran into anyone from school before now, and it was a pleasant surprise. Armitage was always tall and lanky, but he looked more mature and had a more lean build. He had always been a good kid, he was just easily influenced by others around him and you were disappointed that he had succumbed to it. He seemed to have gotten over that and you were glad that you could talk like friends, possibly making up for lost time. There was a classmate or two that you had ran into as adults that still maintained their immature personalities from school. You wondered how everyone else turned out.

-

Your mother had gone on a cooking spree on the first two days you were there and needed to restock the fridge. You volunteered to go grocery shopping but had to use google maps to find the address that the store had relocated to. Once there, the layout was relatively the same, just in a slightly bigger space.

While looking for a specific cereal brand that your mother insisted on eating, you heard someone clear his throat nearby. You wordless moved to the side, thinking you were in the way of something. You heard a soft chuckle before he spoke.

“(Y/n),” he said.

Your head shot up and you were met with a grinning Finn. “Oh, my god! Hi, how are you?” you asked excitedly.

“I’m good. Real good,” he said, pulling you into a hug. It was then you noticed a young woman around your age standing next to him with a sweet smile that showed off her dimples. “Rey, this is my old friend (Y/n). (Y/n), this is my fiancee, Rey.”

“Nice to meet you,” you said, turning to Rey.

She pulled you into another hug. “It’s nice to meet you, too. Finn told me a lot about his time at high school. He only has good things to say about you.”

“Well, that’s nice of him,” you said, raising an eyebrow at Finn.

He shrugged, wrapping an arm around Rey. “What can I say? I’m a nice guy.”

“I expect to hear all the embarrassing stories of him,” Rey whispered to you.

You smiled and said, “Oh, I have an arsonal full of those. Maybe we can meet up later. I’ve gotta get these groceries back to my mom first.”

Finn looks down at your cart, seeing beef, tomato sauce, vegetables, and other miscellaneous items. His eyes widened in excitement. “Is your mom making her famous beef stew?”

“Hell yeah!”

He groaned, thinking back to those times he used to come over your house for dinner and that first time he tried your mother’s beef stew. Ever since then, he always requested that she make it, or at least pack a container that he could take home and share with his family who loved it as well. His father would joke that two of you should get married once you two graduate, but marriage had never been a priority for you, and Finn knew that. You had different ideas of the future and respected the other’s decision for it, which was why your breakup was amicable and the two of you remained friendly and supportive of each other. 

“I’ll see if my mom can pack some for you and Rey,” you said as you walked towards your cart.

Finn grinned, patting you on the shoulder. “I knew I could count on you. Rey, you gotta try it! It’s so good.”

“Alright, I look forward to it,” Rey said, “It was nice meeting you.”

“You, too,” you said, then asked Finn, “Are you staying over at your parent’s house?”

“Yeah, same house, too. I’ll be showing Rey around for the rest of the week, but you can stop by anytime to see my folks. I’m sure they’ll be happy to see you,” Finn said.

“Alright. I’ll see you when I see you, then,” you said before walking away.

You smiled to yourself as you left, having seen the way that they spoke and looked at each other. Their happiness was infectious and you couldn’t help but be happy for them. Your worries that you had before coming back slowly seeped away after pleasantly running into Armitage and Finn. Maybe it wasn’t so bad after all. You’re all adults now, surely it won’t be like that Romi and Michelle movie, though flying away in a helicopter looked pretty cool.

-

The park that you used to frequent seemed to have an upgrade with an added baseball field, more restroom facilities, an area with exercise equipment, and even a water fountain near the clearing away from the fields. You sat near the water fountain where there were painted picnic tables shaded by trees, a new journal and fountain pen sat in front of you as you brushed off the leaves from the table.

With your headphones on, you tried to get back into the writing zone that you’ve been hoping that your trip back to your hometown would help you with. When you left town, you went off to pursue your writing career, entering writing contests and having short stories published. Your new goal was to finish a novel. You would always start a story, but always got stuck on something and never finished it. Writing contests and published short stories could only get you so far and unless you wanted to keep churning out new short stories at a time, hoping that they’ll get through and be published, just to pay your bills, you needed to finish that novel.

You started small, writing down ideas, hoping that visually having them on the page instead of floating in your mind would help. Then, you took some of those ideas and jotted down plot points that the story could have. You continued this until you got into the flow of writing a rough draft for one of them.

Your timer went off, reminding you to head back home before it got dark. You finished your last thought before capping your pen and packing your things away. The sun hung low in the sky, a cool breeze rustling the trees, making you wish you brought a light jacket.

You got to your old car, you tried to open the backseat door that wouldn’t budge. It had always caused you problems like this, but you kept it because it at least got you where you needed to go. You sighed, yanking the door handle again before giving up. After years of forcing that door open, the handle looked like it was going to fall off.

“Still haven’t fixed that door, I see,” a voice said with amusement.

You turned to face the source of the voice and froze. Poe freaking Dameron stood in front of you, dressed in gray sweats with his military camp printed on the front and the side, dark spots stained near his armpits and his neck from sweat. He became impossibly more handsome since the last time you’ve seen him. He gave you a wide smile, one that made many of your fellow classmates swoon in infatuation at him and glare in envy at you, showing you the Poe you knew from school.

He briefly turned to open the backseat of his truck, taking out a hand towel to wipe himself down. “Back in town for the reunion?” he asked.

“Yeah. You, too?”

He nodded. “Everyone’s happy that I’m finally taking time off that’s more than two to three days. Apparently I’m a workaholic? Don’t know why,” he said with a shrug.

You raised an eyebrow. He definitely knew why. For as long as you’ve known him, once he got into something, he put his all into it. Joining a sports team? He’d practice during any free time that he had and become an mvp or team captain. Getting into music? He’d started a band that played during homecoming week and at school events. He even composed and wrote his own songs. It was his strongest and weakest trait. You loved his passion, but that passion would sometimes make him forget everything else.

“Huh, what’s your new obsession now?” you asked, leaning against your car.

Poe mirrored you with his truck as he wiped excess sweat from his hair. “Flying… it’s something that I picked up when I was in the military,” he said.

“Oh,” you said, looking down before clearing your throat to try and appear unphased, “What kind of flying?”

“After I left the military, I missed flying and travelling, so I got into doing helicopter tours in a few countries. Just a couple of years ago, I started to fly commercial airplanes. There’s a whole process with that one, but it was worth it.”

“That sounds cool. I know you’ve always wanted to fly those airplanes,” you said.

He nodded. “Yeah, funny how life works, right? You plan something, you end up doing something else, but if it was meant to be, you somehow end up where you had always wanted to go.”

“Yeah, I’m still waiting for that to happen to me,” you muttered.

“You got published, though,” he pointed out, “They’re short stories, but it’s a start. Your writing is amazing, (Y/n). I know you’ll get there.”

The corner of your lips turned up. There goes his award winning pep talks again. You didn’t know that he was even aware of the work that you’ve done. It didn’t do much for you personally, but you were glad that he hadn’t changed too much,

“Thanks, Poe,” you said, opening your driver’s seat door.

“Hey, can I say something before you go?” he asked before you could climb into your car. You paused, turning to face him. “Look, I know I should have told you that I enlisted, but I don’t regret going. I only wished that we had the chance to work it out, maybe take you with me if I could, if you wanted to. Or at the very least, parted on better terms.”

You avoided his eyes as you tried to find the right words to say. There were so many things you wished you had said on the day he told you about his enlistment. It was all too late to bring them up now. It wasn’t going to change the fact that you two broke up over it. You should at least clear the air, so there wouldn’t be any misunderstandings, though, but you were stubborn. You never wanted to admit it, but while your break up with Finn had been easy and painless, breaking up with Poe was one of the hardest things you had to go through.

“I… I understood why you did it,” you said, “And I should have stopped to think about your perspective instead of getting angry and I’m sorry. It’s my fault that we ended things like that.”

Poe sighed, knowing that there was more that you wanted to say. Another thing that you loved and hated about him was his ability to read you. When there was no reply from him, you climbed in your car, shutting the door harder than you intended. While you were turning the engine on and fiddling with the radio, Poe stepped closer, leaning a hand on the roof of your car.

“Could we meet somewhere?” he asked softly, “You know, just to catch up?”

You leaned back in your seat, drumming your fingers on the steering wheel. “I’m running some errands tomorrow. Does lunch at the usual diner work for you?”

Poe smiled. “Sure, yeah. I’ll meet you there tomorrow, then.”

That night, you sat on your bed, wondering why your heart was racing while thinking about tomorrow. It had been so long since you and Poe sat down and talked. Meeting him tomorrow meant that you would have to eventually address all the things that were left unsaid, all the questions that were left unanswered, and all the things that had happened after going your separate ways. You doubt that the two of you could start over, given your different career paths, but maybe you could at least be on speaking terms.

#WritersMonth2020 #poe dameron x reader #poe dameron #brief armitage hux x reader #past Finn x Reader #background Finn x Rey #star wars imagine #star wars sequel trilogy #High school reunion au #high school au #brief mention of Ben Solo x Reader

[mylifeisactuallyamess]

Here is my little drabble for Writer Wednesday @autumnleaves1991-blog @clydesducktape

Armitage Hux x GN!Reader

Warnings: Soulmate Au. This is me, angst. Pain. Mentions of an accident.

Word Count: 1541

Soulmates. Everyone wants one, everyone wants to find that extra special person they spend the rest of their life with but it’s so difficult when all you have to go on is the last words they ever say to you tattooed on your body. You had poured over yours for years wondering what it meant, everyone had this vision of spending their whole lives with the right person but fate never worked out that way. You’d given up anyway, everyone was destined to meet their soulmate at some point, it was just a case of when.

You stared at the tin of soup in your hands, you hated shopping. No one told you as an adult you’d have to feed yourself at least once a day if not more and you’d have to think about it and cook it. Every. Damn. Day. The sound of the tin hitting the bottom of your basket rang out loudly and you looked up hoping not to have disturbed anyone in the quiet shop. There was only one other person near you, a tall gentleman smartly dressed in a suit and he certainly looked too well put together to be shopping here. You looked back at the shelf but the urge to look at him more was almost overwhelming and you ducked your head, turning slightly so you could see him out of your peripheral vision. His shoes were smart and shiny, his suit a rich black, the shirt crisp and white creating the perfect contrast. He shifted slightly and you got a good look at his profile, high cheekbones and light green eyes that were looking at you. He was looking at you. Oh shit. Embarrassment made you feel hot and uncomfortable so you quickly walked round to the next aisle, standing in front of the fridge of ready meals and hoping it would cool you down. You grabbed a lasagne and dumped it in your basket trying to think of what else you needed but nothing was coming to mind.

“Hi.” You flinched and looked up momentarily speechless. His bright red hair fell over his brow, his eyes were intense as they looked at you, a slight smirk tugged at his pink lips and you found yourself thinking he was the most gorgeous person alive.

“I…um….oh….sorry….hi.” You muttered, feeling the heat creep under the skin on your face wishing the floor would open up and swallow you whole.

“Can I…?” He pointed at the meals you were blocking from him and realisation washed over you.

“Oh! Yes of course…sorry.” You sidestepped and watched as he reached across you to retrieve a packet of Macaroni cheese. He was close enough to smell and you couldn’t help but breathe him in, the brush of his jacket swiped your arm making goosebumps race over your skin and you shivered slightly. “Good choice.” His head turned to you and you wished you could just keep your mouth shut but when you felt uncomfortable you always spouted nonsense. And now you felt you had to talk yourself out of this. Your eyes rose to meet his amused gaze and before you knew it you were babbling. “I mean I like that meal too…I chose a lasagne today though. I hate cooking, it’s such a chore. I mean…I’m not being nosy…sorry I ramble…..” You were drowning in air. What was wrong with you? You shifted the basket to your other arm and stuck your hand out offering your name. To your surprise he took it, his skin smooth and soft but his handshake was firm and sure in your grip.

“I’m Armitage. Armitage Hux.”

“Hi,” you breathed, caught up in the open expression on his face as his eyes studied your features. You snapped your hand away, realising you've been holding it for far too long. “I haven’t seen you here before. I mean not that I make a point of scouting the men that come in here, it’s just….” You gestured to him. “You kind of stand out. In a good way!” You almost yelled, your eyes wide. You couldn’t believe he hadn’t walked away yet, just standing here looking at you holding his macaroni cheese and sandwich.

“I haven’t seen you here before either.”

“Oh. Oh.” You didn’t know what to say, a numbness was creeping over your brain and it was making you feel sluggish and even more stupid.

“Have you lived in this area long?” He asked. He wanted to keep the conversation going. You raised an eyebrow in surprise expecting him to run in the opposite direction long ago.

“A while, the days just kind of all slip into one another, what with work and then coming home to an empty flat and cooking.”

“You live alone?” He enquired.

“Oh I mean I have like 6 housemates and they’re all burly body guards….you’re not a murderer are you?” His laugh was loud and rich and you smiled nervously.

“No I am not, sorry I was trying to deduce if you were single or not.” Oh.

“I am so very single…” you murmured.

“Then you wouldn’t say no if I asked you out to dinner?” Your brain stuttered, your thoughts scattering, fleeing, leaving you utterly thoughtless and your mouth opened but no sound came out. “You know, what with you hating cooking and all….” He trailed off. “You can say no…”

“No! I mean yes! I mean I’d like that.” You smiled slightly as the nerves twisted your stomach into a million knots. “I hate cooking so, yes. I would really like that.” He smiled and it changed his whole face softening that intense demeanour he had just moments before.

“What do you like to eat? I’ll let you pick the restaurant.”

“Oh, I am so indecisive….” You looked him over again and realised you were judging where he’d like to go by the way he was dressed. He could like a greasy burger from a fast food joint for all you knew. “Somewhere that does chips?” He nodded.

“That’s good, I like chips too.” You smiled shyly as he looked at his watch, his mouth pulling down in surprise. “Damn I need to go, my meeting started 5 minutes ago.”

“Wait!” You dug around in your bag quickly scribbling your number down. “Here, otherwise knowing my luck we’d never find each other again.”

“I promise I’ll message you as soon as I can!” You followed him to the tills, noticing he placed your number in the pocket inside his jacket and a warm sensation began to expand through your chest. He paid and turned to you. “Enjoy your lasagne for a family of five. I’ll be seeing you,” he breathed close to your ear with a smirk and you rolled your eyes.

“You bet I will!” You called after him. Both of you smiled at one another before the door closed after him. You frowned, something he said made your mind race.

“Miss, are you ready to pay?” Said the cashier but you didn’t hear her as a cold sensation ran through your body, the basket crashed to the floor at your feet, falling from your numb hands. Everything was muted, like your ears were stuffed with cotton wool, your hands shook as you pulled back your sleeve to see the words scribbled on the inside of your wrist:

I’ll be seeing you.

“No….” You were aware someone was trying to talk to you but all you could think of was to get to Armitage. Your legs moved but they were slow, too slow. The door to the shop opened and you saw him stop in the middle of the road, looking down at his wrist. You wanted to shout at him, scream his name but your throat had closed up. He turned to look at you, his eyes meeting yours and you saw the realisation dawn on his face. He took a step towards you, his mouth open to say something when a waft of air ruffled your hair and he wasn’t there anymore. The screech of tyres rendered the air around you, tears already sliding unbidden down your cheeks. People shoved past you, voices rose in panic but you didn’t register any of it. He had been right there, just seconds ago. His red hair glinting in the sun, his green eyes full of concern for you. But he was the one who had been taken. You flinched as your wrist burned, the writing of the last thing your soulmate would ever say to you began to fade. Everything about him was being erased making your heart flutter in your chest. It pained you to think your soulmate had been around all this time and as soon as you met him, a cruel twist of fate took him from you. Turning away from the accident you found your feet moving, leading you down an alleyway where you stumbled. Your legs gave way and you fell to your knees as the pain of your soul splitting in half engulfed you. A cry ripped your chest echoing against the walls heightening the anguish you were feeling to an almost unbearable pitch. He had been right there…and now he was gone.

#soulmate au #armitage hux x reader #armitage hux fanfic #modern armitage hux #armitage hux fanfiction #armitage hux x you #armitage hux #angst #pain #mention of an accident #writerwednesday #my writing #mylifeisactuallyamess #A Brief Moment in Time #autumn leaves1991 blog #clydesducktape

[babbushka]

Highway To Hell

Ben Solo/Kylo Ren x F!Reader

You're the picture perfect housewife: married to a successful businessman, a wonderful cook and a fabulous entertainer. You lived in a beautiful house in a perfect little suburb, and are friendly with everyone in town. But when damning secrets come to light, not even you can simply let them slide.

A/N: Hello and welcome to the first fic of October 2021!! I am thrilled to share this story that I was so lucky as to collaborate on with a dear dear friend, @safarigirlsp. We hope that you enjoy this fic, and who knows, there may even be a few more surprises in the following weeks...

15k, Warnings for: Graphic Descriptions of Violence (brief domestic abuse, dog attack, murder), infidelity, NSFW (oral sex [F receiving], PIV, riding, multiple orgasms) and a lil bit of fluff.

[Background Armitage Hux/Reader]

Read now on AO3!

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[meepmeepmar]

Bruises- General Hux x reader

AN: This is the first fic I’ve actually written and thought was ok enough to post. My grammar and punctuation may be a little off so I apologize. I’m a minor so this is obviously sfw. Lastly, feedback is always appreciated <3

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Fiddling with the collar of your uniform you exited the blast doors, the thrum of distant marching acting as your only company. Starkiller base was rarely this silent, you could usually hear a symphony of chaos and commands wherever you went. The quiet left you alone with your thoughts, anxiety boiling over as you felt a sweat come on.

Walls draped in black loomed above as a warped reflection stared back at you from the overly polished floor. You had been stationed aboard the massive ship a few days ago and had yet to adapt to its sterile and uninviting nature. The people onboard kept to themselves and rarely spoke unless replying to orders, although you couldn’t blame them, there was no time for friendships on the Star Destroyer. It was a fast paced and cutthroat environment, you’d heard the horror stories. The ones where workers who were not up to standard would be sent to rot away in Haysian coal mines, the dust and ash killing them slowly by corrupting their lungs. Or the ones where they were killed at the hands of Snoke for failing to comply with orders, bodies crumpled, lifeless eyes bulging from their sockets due to the force choke.

Yet more at danger than anyone else was you, a resistance spy undercover. You had silently worked your way through the First Order ranks under the guidance of General Organa. You remembered how the anxiety had filled you when you found out about your promotion, it had coursed through your being like lava- bright and hot. You were to gather intel on weapons, blueprints, and planned attacks to send back to the resistance. It was a risk of course, it always had been one. You knew all too well that being caught would cost you your life.

Walking through the corridors you glanced nervously at your watch, only a few minutes until you were due at the conference room. Your new position was that of a bridge technician, operating the systems and such, you were to be briefed on the job at the morning meeting. A meeting that unfortunately was at an unreasonably early hour, at least in your opinion. Sleep had not come to you easily the past few nights. You faded in and out of consciousness, the stress of the mission cocooning you with worry.

Now you stood only a few metres away from your destination. You nervously smoothed out the fabric of your uniform and pushed the stray hairs out of your face. Eyes downcast you quickly rounded the corner- only to bump straight into a wall, a wall that apparently spoke.

“I’d advise you to watch where you’re going.” A coruscanti accented voice boomed from above

You were eye level with the man's shoulders, his black attire immaculate and wrinkle free. For a moment you stood with vision downcast, too scared to meet his gaze. It was only when you felt a sudden throb through your lower arm that you realized he had been tightly clenching your wrist since you had collided, and you aggressively pulled it out of his grasp. Just as quickly you were grabbed by the chin and your head was forced up, the cold leather of the gloves making your skin prickle.

“Speak when spoken to, lieutenant.” He continued as you were met with the stoic face of Armitage Hux, military general of the First Order.

He stood powerful and tall, cold eyes boring into you from above. Ginger coloured hair and a beard stood in stark contrast to his pale skin, he looked much more mature when he wasn’t clean shaven. You had seen fuzzy blue tinted holovids of him during your research on the FO, but up close you could see every line, dimple, and imperfection engraved into his admittedly beautiful face.

Your thoughts on his appearance were pushed away as you remembered how Leia had warned you about him and his animalistic and unforgiving nature. Vengeful behaviour that ranged from orchestrating the death of his own father to allowing the destruction of an entire system, all justified in the name of bettering the Galaxy.

The annihilation of Hosnian prime was burnt into your mind like a brand, and to stand in front of the very man who caused it made you hot with rage, no matter how handsome he may be.

“I apologize General, it won’t happen again” you finally managed to spit out through gritted teeth, trying your best to not allow your personal feelings to shine through.

The rough grip on your chin loosened as his eyes momentarily scanned you, gaze heavy as he looked you up and down, and just before you could break the heavy silence he beat you to it.

“Good girl, I’ll see you on the bridge.”

He rounded the corner before you could get a word out, so you stood in a darkened Starkiller hall, feeling the ghost of his touch linger.

#star wars #general hux #armitage hux #x reader #fanfic #general hux x reader #star wars sequels #marvanthsfic

[spellboundspectre]

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all works are smut unless indicated otherwise.

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todoroki enji x reader

a humble offering “you know you shouldn't play with fire, but you can't help but love the way it burns.“

content: yakuza!au, blackmail, sexual tension, mutual pining, enemies to lovers, eventual smut, cunnilingus, multiple orgasms, over stimulation, stockholm syndrome or true love? y’all decide; angst, cream pie, squirting, size kink that comes standard with all of my enji fics.

a humble invitation; part one/part two “you're no stranger to bad decisions. even so, you've played this game before, and know what's on the other side. and you take the bait every single time.“

content: yakuza!au, reunion sex, cheating, angst with a happy ending, sequel to a humble offering.

kinktober 2020 “in which, i was horny in october for enji”

content: a collection of smutty one shots (and one two part story) for various kinks. all kinks are marked in the tags for the corresponding fic. please heed any warnings and use your own discretion.

the lord’s prayer “in which you fall victim to temptation”

content: priest!enji, nun!reader, dubcon, demons, vaginal sex, sacrilegious themes, moral degradation, unprotected sex, this isn’t a couch ain’t no one pulling out.

attitude adjustment “a newly turned omega brat get put in her place by enji.”

content: alpha/beta/omega dynamics enthusiastic consent squirting, breeding kink, office sex, fluff if you squint

be as you’ve always been (lover be good to me) “in which a young witch wanders into a demon's lair to save her beloved, only to find herself in need of saving. don’t you know? the road to hell is paved with good intentions.”

content: fantasy!au, demon!enji, witch!reader, cheating, cuck holding/NTR, unprotected sex, making a pact with a demon, size kink, the flame stay on during sex.

salvation “you’ve always had a problem with impulse control. so of course god puts a sexy priest in front of you and tells you to abstain.”

content: priest!enji, slight dubcon, spanking, fellatio, anal fingering, vaginal sex, sacrilegious themes, moral degradation, unprotected sex, soft breeding kink, dacryphilia

yoarashi inasa x reader

be like the love that discovered the sin (lover be good to me) “you’re not the type to accept your fate. when you’re kicked out of your home and declared a heretic, there’s no other choice than to hunt down the demon that’s damned you.”

content: fantasy!au, demon hunter!inasa, witch!reader, strangers to lovers, going on a journey, soulmates, angst with a happy ending.

aizawa shouta x reader

i need you to run to me “in which you are not a damsel in need of saving, but a wolf in sheep's clothing, running toward your pack.”

content: fantasy!au, knight!aizawa, princess!reader, loss of virginity, revenge, forced voyeurism, slight blood play, mentions of murder, brief suicidal ideation.

takami keigo x reader

soul to keep “wrong place, worse time. in which you get caught breaking the law by the winged hero, and he makes his own definition of justice.”

content: yandere!hawks, kidnapping, sex pollen, dubious consent,

bakugou katsuki x reader

baby i’m a haunted house “blah blah blah”

content: yakuza!au, enforcer!bakugo, nurse!reader, former lovers, dubcon bordering on non-con, slapping, spit swapping, angst, floor sex, slight blood play, vaginal fingering, toxic relationships, rough sex, no happy endings

rocky mountain high “its been five long years since katsuki left the mantle of hero and dynamight behind. his days lack the excitement they once had, but at least he has you.”

content: minor violence, fluff, former pro-hero bakugou

yamazaki sousuke x reader

keep your eyes on me

armitage hux x reader

wardrobe malfunction

getō suguru x reader

under his skin “all your life, you’ve put others before yourself and where has it gotten you? the zen’in clan breathing down your neck, and your mother pushing you to throw what’s left of your life away to protect your family. you’re not sure if he’s the devil or an angel; but suguru is offering you an escape route. and you’ll be damned if you’re not taking it.”

content: arranged marriage, trauma-bonding, unhealthy family dynamics, blackmail, murder, descriptions of gore, smut, planned pregnancy, domestic family life, eventual angst. (tags will be updated as needed)

hassan el-shabazz x reader

ships passing in the night “small towns were good for hiding. too bad in a town like crockett, you stick out like a sore thumb.”

content: religious trauma, small town racism, mutual pining, friends to lovers, eventual smut, eventual angst, past mentions of abuse and trauma. 

empty nest “ali's off to college and your dear sheriff seems a little off lately. why not surprise him by going off your birth control?”

content: implied werewolf!hassan, breeding kink, unsafe sex, established relationship, claiming marks, cumflation, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, mentions of a knot,  slight A/B/O, this is just gross baby making sex ok

thorns “you’ve got a foul mouth and a short tempter. he’s running on two hours of sleep and a lot of caffeine. you’d watch your mouth, but where’s the fun in that?”

content: brat breaker!hassan, dubcon, choking, rough sex, dirty talk, spanking, bit of a praise kink, hassan’s canon massive schlong, panties on sex, with a creampie on top <3

thor odinson x reader

there’s no plan

#oh wow look what i updated today

[waywardrose-archive]

MASTERLIST

Under the cut are x-reader fics for:

Flip Zimmerman (BlacKkKlansman)

Pale (Burn This)

Ronnie Peterson (The Dead Don’t Die)

Adam Sackler (HBO’s Girls)

Jacques le Gris (The Last Duel)

Clyde Logan (Logan Lucky)

Charlie Barber (Marriage Story)

Abraham H. Parnassus (Saturday Night Live)

Kylo Ren (Star Wars)

Armitage Hux (Star Wars)

Eddie Munson (Stranger Things)

Phillip Altman (This Is Where I Leave You)

+ Miscellaneous fics (and more! 👀)

updated: June 21, 2023

BLACKKKLANSMAN

reader x flip zimmerman

🌹 A Reintroduction

rating: teen+, 1.5k, gender-neutral!reader, flip is dishonest, but also thirsty, drug-dealing mention

Flip. Your Flip is with the cops. He has a gun and a badge and everything.

That didn’t make any sense.

🌹 Flashfic: Flip could get it ✊

🌹 Flashfic: How do you think Flip would react to his wife’s changing body during pregnancy?

🌹 Flashfic: How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?

🌹 Flashfic: How do they picture their future with their s/o?

🌹 The Handler

rating: explicit, 4.4k, sexism, violence, abusive language, blood (bc of the violence), drug mention, guns mention, child sex-trafficking mention, rape threat, jealousy, fighting

You propped your cowboy boot on the table edge and took a long drink of beer. No one sitting at the table with you paid your rudeness any mind. In fact, Johnny Claiborne promptly placed his callused hand on your bare knee.

🌹 It’s Too Late To Turn Back Now

rating: teen, 2.1k, past physical-abuse mention, brief injury description, off-screen murder, period-typical sexism

The first time Flip saw you, you were bruised and cuffed. The scuttlebutt around the precinct was you had run over and murdered your abusive ex-boyfriend.

🌹 Queen of the Roller Derby

rating: mature, 2.3k, vague injury description, anachronistic sports teams and organizations

He couldn’t believe… Well, a lot of things. First, that he’d been invited. Second, that he was looking forward to the bout. Third, that he was anxious for your well-being.

🌹 NSFW Alphabet Series

ABC | DE | FGH | IJK | LMN | OP | QRS | TU | V | WXYZ

Bonus: My five favorite things about Flip Zimmerman

rating: explicit, 32k, stand-alone vignettes, oral sex, fluff, angst with happy ending, masturbation, daddy kink, public and semi-public sex, kind-of somnophilia, drug use, under-negotiated bondage and spanking, soft domming, ass play

Your legs went limp on Flip’s shoulders, and you felt him eased them down to the bed. He ran his big hands up your sides and then under your back as he bent forward.

🌹 Still the Same

rating: explicit, 13k, fem!reader, high-school!flip+reader, vaguely 1969 (with inaccuracies), fingering, handjobs, pining, military draft/service (with inaccuracies), colorado setting, period-typical drug use, magical first time, angst with happy ending

He cracked the window, letting in the crisp spring air. It was too dark to see where specifically he was looking, but he had turned to face you. One hand remained on the steering wheel, the other over the back of the seat.

He offered, “Wanna get in the back?”

“Sure,” you said, dropping your purse on the floor, and opened your door.

🌹 Three-day Weekend

rating: explicit, 3.2k, daddy kink, daddy dom, reader is not a little, off-screen negotiation, edging, oral sex, mild spanking

You woke to a hot hand sliding across your bare middle and lips kissing your shoulder. There was the tickle of whiskers, and you turned your head towards disruption. With a sigh, you opened your eyes to watch Flip kiss your shoulder again. He looked up at you as his hand traveled under the sheet bunched below your waist.

“Mornin’, baby,” he said. His voice was sleep-rough yet tender.

🌹 Triple-Feature

rating: mature, 2.8k, old-fashioned living arrangements, making out

The Aircadia Drive-In was running a classic-horror triple-feature this Saturday night. You read in the paper they were playing The Wolf Man, Frankenstein, and Dracula. That evening, you rang Flip and asked him out on a date. You even offered to pay.

🌹 You Ain’t Seen Nothing Yet

rating: mature, 2.8k, detective reader, estranged married couple, smoking, period-typical sexism, dirty talk

…you balanced your mother’s big Tupperware container filled with homemade Samoas cookies. They were Flip’s favorite, and he detested sharing them. But he would have to—because you were famous around the station for your cookies.

You hoped he only got one. It would serve him right.

🌹 You Can Leave Your Skates On

rating: explicit, 2k, almost uniform kink, roller derby mention, clothed female naked male

The sink counter was strewn with make-up and hair tools and the pair of scissors from the kitchen. Before he could ask what the hell all this was for, you kissed his cheek and closed the bathroom door behind him.

Spiritual sequel to Queen of the Roller Derby

🌹 You Light Up My Life

rating: teen, 1.4k, sneakiness, secrets, fluffy married life

The first time you knew something was up was when Flip started his car and hurried to change the radio station.

🌹 You’re the Inspiration

rating: teen, 854, past alcohol abuse, fluffy afternoon

Flip sat in his switched off car and stared at the dark house. He wanted to break something.

BURN THIS

reader x pale

🌹 In the Night We Trust | playlist on spotify

1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8

rating: explicit, 57k, pretty woman au, prostitute reader, 1980s/90s, drug use mention, alcohol consumption, inherent power imbalance, soft dom, choking (not breathplay), safe sex, oral sex, semi-public sex, public dirty talk, rough sex, mild spanking, fighting, abusive language, attempted sexual assault, aftercare

“So tell me, Pale, are you in town on business or pleasure?”

“Business…” He looks at your lips. “Until now.”

THE DEAD DON’T DIE

reader x ronald peterson

🌹 A Grave New World

rating: teen+, 804, canon-typical violence, missing parents

You’d only gone on one date—a really nice date, too—with Ronnie Peterson and then the zombie apocalypse happened. Like, what the actual fuck?

GIRLS (HBO)

reader x adam sackler

🌹 Flashfic: …imagine him trying to cuddle and smooch his gf in public and she’s like “😬😬 what are you doing…? Mmm, I guess it’s not so bad”

🌹 Flashfic: please. please tell me about licking sackler’s sack. its all i can think about. my mind has been infected by thoughts of adam sacklers balls in my mouth

🌹 Improving His Taste

rating: teen+, 2.2k, post s05e10, arguments with SO, making out

You were so sick of Adam Sackler and his tempestuous girlfriends.

🌹 Let Me Explain

rating: teen+, 1.2k, light angst, happy ending

“Whoa, let me explain!” Adam implored while teetering in patent leather stilettos, a chef’s knife with slices of carrot sticking to it in his hand. He grabbed the kitchen counter with his left to steady himself.

🌹 There Is A Light (That Never Goes Out)

rating: explicit, 4.3k, canon-typical buffoonery, jealousy, brief non-con element, femdom-ish reader, oral sex

“Take off your clothes,” he murmured after kissing you. “And crawl to my bed.”

THE LAST DUEL

reader x jacques le gris

🌹 Fair Is Foul

rating: teen, 1.8k, historical inaccuracies, timeline inaccuracies, anachronisms, medieval flirting, sad/open ending, minor spoilers(?), rape mention

The other ladies at court told you not to demean yourself by keeping company with a squire. You pointed out that said squire had Count Pierre’s favor. Said squire might even be favored above any knight.

🌹 To Honor and Innocence

rating: mature, 5.3k, fem!reader, young!jacques, historical/jousting inaccuracies, ✨the middle ages were magic✨, catholic imagery, reader has a spring/summer birthday, just roll with me, making out, thigh riding, euphemisms galore

You needed to look away, but you couldn’t. He was striking with the sudden high color in his cheeks and glittering eyes. His smile softened around the edges, and your heart soared at the sight.

Look away, you’d told yourself. Look away before you lose yourself.

LOGAN LUCKY

reader x clyde logan

🌹 A Newer World

rating: teen, 1.3k, PTSD symptom mention

Jimmy leaned across the patio table, bottle of Coors in hand. “So, when you gonna make an honest woman outta her?”

🌹 Lucky Me Lucky You | duck tape jukebox on spotify | ambient mix by Sushii

1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9

Bonus: NSFW Alphabet [2.1k]

rating: explicit, 33k, counter-espionage, angst with happy ending, alcohol consumption

You’d had big plans for your future. He’d had big plans, too. During senior year, you’d overheard him talking before class about joining the Army. You had thought about him in that service uniform and how handsome he would look.

Thirteen years later, Clyde was tending bar, sans uniform and missing part of his left arm. At the same time, you were working at the data-entry/call-center down the road from the house you inherited from your late grandmother.

So much for big plans.

🌹 When I Saw You

rating: mature/explicit, 3k, hairdresser!reader, touch-starved!clyde, post movie, erotic fantasies

In his fantasies, he always has both hands.

Which he knows is ironic.

MARRIAGE STORY

reader x charlie barber

🌹 Finding Treasure in the Dark

1 | 2

rating: explicit, 18k, submissive!female-reader, dom!charlie, under-negotiated bdsm, impact play, nipple play, oral sex, anal sex, piv sex, restraints, rope bondage, edging, semi-public fingering, sex toys, handjobs, public teasing

“Yes!“ she hissed in delight. "I told Professor Barber straight out I didn’t do that crap. Or let him boss me around. That’s why I dropped him, you know. If he wants some Stepford to indulge his impulses, he should go to Fetster or whatever.”

Your eyes went wide, and you shifted in your seat, faux-yawning and stretching your arms to cover the movement. You knew Charlie Barber.

🌹 Sweet Angel

rating: explicit, 3k, fluff, dog adoption, insecure!Charlie, piv sex

Since moving to a house with a fenced yard, Henry has been focused on getting a dog. First, it was getting a puppy for Christmas. When that hadn’t panned out, a dog for his birthday. Nicole wouldn’t install a real fence at her place, but tried to distract him with a new iPad.

That worked for a month.

SATURDAY NIGHT LIVE

reader x abraham h. parnassus

🌹 Flashfic: …what would young!Abe do for his wife on [Valentine’s Day]??

🌹 Flashfic: Abe Parnassus vibes jacquesdemys.tumblr com/post/125815250515

🌹 His Girl On A Friday

rating: teen+, 1.2k, corporate espionage, seduction

You’ve been sent by your father, Henry Pickens, to spy on his rival: Abraham H. Parnassus.

🌹 Indulgences

rating: mature, 1.5k, fem!reader, vaguely 1950s, old-fashioned euphemisms, dub-con-ish at first, public fingering, mild edging

It’s official: Don Carlos is boring. Yes, it’s a fundraiser. And of course, you agreed to purchase tickets. Anything to support The Met. But this opera, while beautiful, is dull.

🌹 My Baby Just Cares for Me Series

rating: explicit, sheltered-artist reader, vaguely 1950s, no vintage racism, written with old-fashioned sensibilities and euphemisms, oral sex, alcohol consumption, semi-public sex, sex toys, vaginal fingering, first time

— Expanding One’s Horizons [5k]

“We all need to expand our horizons,” you said as you went to the dining room to turn off the lights.

“Indeed we do, my love.”

— Tension Tamer [3k]

The mattress trembled under you. The softly lit face of your alarm clock said it was after three. You knew it must be work that had awoken him. The company was in the middle of a merger and tensions were high.

— A Treasure More Than Gold [2.2k]

You met your husband’s eyes across the dance floor of Hotel Astor’s ballroom. He’d let his five o'clock shadow develop into a short Vandyke beard in preparation for Babe Paley’s Halloween gala.

— Minx [2.7k]

Abe groaned into the coverlet as you pressed your thumbs on either side of his spine. His muscles were slowly losing their tightness. You didn’t think his desk chair at work was supporting him properly. Most likely, he never sat in it except to sign documents.

— It’s Magic [4.4k]

Don’t go to art school, they said.

— Two To Tango [7k]

You sat at the bistro table tucked in the corner of the pasticceria. Abe sat across from you, tiny plates of bite-sized cake on the table between you.

STAR WARS

general

🌹 The Skywalker Ascension

rating: teen, 4.5k, tros revision, mc death, angst, lightsaber battles, retcon timeline

“All the Sith live in me,” he vows. “You will be empress, and we will be one.”

While disgust churns her gut, she will not hate, she will not give in.

To him or to anyone.

🌹 Unsanctioned

rating: general, 371, universe jumping, pre-tfa, my poor attempt at humor

You’re taking the walk of shame to the kitchen, arms full of dirty dishes.

kylo ren x armitage hux

🌹 Bombing Out

rating: mature, 1.4k, canon compliant, cannoli kylux, gambling, strip sabacc, alcohol consumption, afterlife, mutual pining, arguing

He didn’t know why he was playing sabacc. He didn’t like card games. There was hardly any strategy. No planning. Everything was left to chance. It was messy. And the gambling. He didn’t mind risk, of course, but one had to match their opponents’ bets. Which meant the opponent had too much control.

It was idiotic.

About as idiotic as his opponent, Ben Solo—

Who had literally lost his shirt last round.

🌹 Iron Moon Series on AO3 | photoset | spotify playlist by ayudameme

rating: explicit, 36k, canon universe, xeno-vampires, canon-typical violence, the first order wins, soft kylux, but with blood, knife play, blood drinking

He wanted to taste it, lick it all up. He wanted to run his tongue along the cauterized edges of the cut on Ren’s face. He wanted to follow it down under Ren’s ruined clothing.

reader x armitage hux

🌹 Flashfic: Armitage Hux is low key hot

🌹 Flashfic: I want Hux to throat fuck me

🌹 Succor

rating: mature, 2.4k, shy princess reader, fo-leader hux, the first order won, arranged marriage, dirty talk

You felt your dinner guests’ eyes on you, their judgements. You ignored them while hiding behind the courtly rituals you’d been taught since childhood.

reader x kylo ren | ben solo

🌹 All the Time in the Galaxy

rating: teen, 1.9k, kor reader, mutual pining, first kiss

“Lady Ren, pardon the interruption—” You didn’t know what he was interrupting. You were both standing in silence. “—The techs have noticed something strange here on Starkiller.”

🌹 Call It In the Ring Series

rating: teen-mature, college au, art-majors kylo and reader, first date, sibling fights, nude photography, assisted masturbation, phone sex, fingering

— Hotshot House Show [2.5k]

You checked the address one more time on your phone. It was right, but definitely not what you expected when Kylo offered to make you dinner.

— Worked Shoot [5k]

Photography midterms were due in two weeks, and you only had one of the four photos you needed. You silently berated yourself because you’d known this was coming. It was on the damn syllabus.

But who actually read the syllabus?

— Clean Finish [2k]

You couldn’t believe you were about to do this, you thought as you stood naked in front of the clean bathroom mirror. You didn’t know if Kylo would like it. What if he didn’t?

— Vignette [938]

Ben was all “Morning, beautiful” with a grin Flynn Rider would be proud of. He sat close to you on the sectional sofa—even though there were plenty available places to sit.

— Bonus: I want nothing more than to strip off his clothes piece by piece, kissing any and all skin bared to me.

— Dirty Pre-show [1.3k]

You’d washed at the sink in the studio, but ugh, your jeans are splattered with slip. You’re pretty sure you have some on your face, in your hair. Hell, even one of your ears feels crusty.

How the ever living fuck does it get everywhere?

🌹 Dum Dums

rating: teen, 2.3k, gender-neutral reader, suburban high-school au, fluff, mutual pining, mild angst with happy ending

“Your boyfriend’s looking this way again,” Poe sing-songed before taking a big bite of his apple.

You rolled your eyes, knowing exactly who he was talking about. “He’s not my boyfriend,” you reply as you set your bottle of water on the lunch tray.

🌹 Flashfic: Please the (fem-dom!reader) story from gc…. I NEED IT

🌹 Flashfic: FAM IM ON MY KNEES BEGGING YOU… PLEASE PLEASE WRITE SOMETHING ABOUT GIVING SMOOCHES TO FOREVER SAD BOY KYLO

🌹 Flashfic: How does Kylo spoil his lady?

🌹 Flashfic: So, what do you guys think is Kylo’s favorite way to kiss?

🌹 Hello

rating: mature(ish), 1k, modern au, dream-sharing, pining, possessiveness, nightmare elements, magic/force shenanigans

A phone rang. Burr-ring. Distant at first. Burr-ring. Clanging. Jarring. Burr-ring. It was too dark to find it. You groped around in the cool, damp blackness to find nothing. Burr-ring. You cursed just before your hand slapped against something cold and metal.

🌹 Me and The Devil Series

rating: mature-explicit, modern vampire au, death mention, blood drinking, menstruation, oral sex, biting

— Flashfic: …I want vampire!kylo to do *very* unspeakable things to me :)

— Flashfic: Very bored tonight and [thinking] about vamp!kylo, if you have any, what’re your favorite five about him?

— You’re My Sweetness [2.1k]

“You’re sad,” he murmured, a note of confusion in his words.

“Funerals tend to do that.”

“Let me make it better.”

— Red Wings [1.4k]

So, you laid there and bled onto an overnight pad that had to be the length of a regulation cricket bat.

— Flashfic: Do you have any thoughts on vampire Kylo sensually playing with you with his teeth?

🌹 Not Like the Rest

rating: teen, 948, alcohol consumption, politics

So, Ben’s kept moving for years. He hustles. He’s on committees. He researches everyone around him. He schmoozes.

And he’s schmoozing during a dinner to honor a retiring staffer when he sees you.

🌹 On the Pulse of Mourning

rating: teen, 6.5k, ptsd, angst, disregarding an elder’s wisdom, force choking, force weirdness

He sat on the lowered ramp of his TIE and waited for the Resistance scouts to find him. He didn’t think it would take them long. He’d landed only two klicks from the base.

🌹 The Sofa King

rating: mature, 550, hs au, making out, frottage

Anonymous asked: Ben Solo is such a precious little baby I don't see him making the first move. He would be way too nervous. Like during a movie night you could literally be in his lap, rubbing his chest, purring into his ear and he would just keep his eyes locked on the screen, jaw locked, shifting uncomfortably, and he making silly comments about the movie.

reader x kylo ren x armitage hux

🌹 Precious Pet Series on AO3 | photoset | playlist on spotify

Bonus: NSFW Alphabet for Kylo and Hux [1.6k]

rating: explicit, 335k, canon universe, force-sensitive reader, departing from tfa, stockholm syndrome, force bond, everyone has issues

A hush suddenly fell over the village and you strained to hear anything. Was it over? Had the Order gotten what it wanted? You had a gnawing feeling it was only beginning.

The whoosh of energy—you couldn’t identify the noise, but you knew it wasn’t good—pierced the air. There was a collective horrified gasp and more scrabbling and then more blaster fire. Something had happened, something terrible. Someone’s death had triggered it all. Suddenly, there were screams and controlled violent blasters, and you covered your mouth to muffle your sob. The village was dead. Everyone you knew was dead. Lor San Tekka was gone. You felt it like a punch to the chest.

STAR WARS/DREDD

armitage hux x clan techie

🌹 Little Blue

rating: mature, 1.3k, incest, abuse mention, jealousy, crushes

“I see you’ve been slumming it with the radar techs again,” Armie said from his perch on Techie’s bed.

Techie gnawed on his lip, stepping through the doorway of his berth, and let the door slide shut behind him. He knew it would be stupid to deny it. He was wearing the tech jumpsuit after all.

STRANGER THINGS

reader x eddie munson

🌹 Through A Glass Darkly | playlist on spotify

1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | ?

rating: explicit, ?k, canon universe, fem/witchy/goth!reader, magic, slow burn, friends to lovers, series-typical horror, period-typical sexism and homophobia, historical inaccuracies and anachronisms, drug dealing and use, smoking, alcohol use, masturbation, mutual masturbation, fantasizing, one-bed trope, making out, fingering, dirty talk, consensual pursuit and capture, oral sex, handjobs, condoms, piv sex, mild spanking, reader’s father is a dirtbag, mild spanking, magical violation, mental torture, body horror, aftercare, nightmares, strict parenting, panic attack, past child abuse and abandonment, semi-public sex

Eddie would have to wait until his lunch break to see this new, hot, weird chick. He wondered which flavor of weird she was. Art weird? Theater weird? Band weird?

Weird weird?

He shrugged. He liked weird.

In other words, you’re the new girl in town, and Eddie is intrigued.

THIS IS WHERE I LEAVE YOU

reader x phillip altman

🌹 Risking Thorns

rating: explicit, 12k, post-movie, ice skating, nice suburban upbringing, slut shaming, almost enemies-to-lovers, prickly reader, phillip gets a short leash, bastardization of a jewish holiday, fingering, semi-public sex, phone sex, spanking threat

Once she pulled out of the parking lot, you asked, “So, where are we going?”

“Altman’s? I thought you got your skates sharpened there, too?”

Mental alarms went off as you shook your head. You knew the Altmans…

THE WITCHER

yennefer x geralt

🌹 Nailed Into Place

rating: explicit, 14k, modern new orleans au, inspired by s01e03 “betrayer moon”, mishmash of nola folklore, i’ve altered the striga curse (pray i don’t alter it further), references to s01e05 “bottled appetites”, timeline what timeline, alcohol consumption, incest mention, pedophilia mention, injuries, blood, ableist language, a sprinkling of geralt/jaskier

Geralt Rivia is the only witcher in New Orleans. He’s typically hard to find until Jaskier decides to announce on Instagram where he’ll be performing via selfies with Geralt in the background. Baron Ostrit, an associate of mob-connected Foltest Temeria, shows up to hire Geralt to rescue his daughter from slavers. Another princess to save. Geralt finds himself in a tangle lies, from the Marigny to the Garden District—and consulting with a mage he hasn’t seen in years…

MISCELLANEOUS

🌹 Character Soundtrack

Songs and playlists for characters I (and others) associate with them. Feel free to message me with ideas!

🌹 BlacKkKlansman Supercut

Flip Zimmerman scenes only.

🌹 Logan Lucky Supercut

Clyde Logan scenes only.

🌹 Burn This - Audio

Bootleg audio recording of the play.

[huxs-waifu]

Star wars fairy tales - Hux -sleeping beauty - hux/female!reader

A03 link : https://archiveofourown.org/works/28412745/chapters/69622299

Hux x sleeping beauty

Armitage hux was only 8 when he was sent to the market for the daily bread, his father already had him working and learning. Resentment filled him as he walked through the hooded market. Coming to the bakery stool, middle-aged women carrying a toddler behind the table.

“Can I help you young chap?”

“Father sent me to get bread, a loaf I have money.” he scatters all the credit on the tablet pointing.

“Oh dear you are far too young to alone tell you what let me put Y/n right here on this bench, you sit to and ill sort through this money for you.”

She places the toddler down on the bench and Armitage joins her he cant be that much older about 6 years. He sits there while the women counts though the credits. The toddler waves and giggles tugging in his sleeve. His hand creeps to stop her from rolling off. Her Y/C/H flows and scatters over her shoulders in cute pigtails. Giggling shuffles over closer to Armitage snuggling into him, gripping on to his shirt.

“All done.” the women hands him tonnes of change back and 5 loaves of bread. “ take these then you don't have to keep coming back on your own.” she picks the toddler off the bench.

“Er thank you.” Armitage takes the bread and has he turns the little girl waves frantically at him.

From that day on he always got sent to the market, as years passed he became more confident in his travels to and from getting bread. Becoming well acquainted with the women and her daughter as years passed Y/N grew along with Armitage Hux. At 10 and him 16 he had a brief moment of childlike play with her and some sticks like they always did.

“Never surrender!” Hux pretends to be stabbed jabbing her with the stick.

“You will when you learn of my tricks” jabbing him back. He then pretends to get a blaster out at pews, it at her hand. She drops the stick in mock pain. “You got me, you got me.”

“See a gent always wins, the academy will teach me how to really use one.”

“Can you take me with you? Youll be gone and I may never see you again Hux.”

“Please Y/N your to young, besides being a cook is a noble profession you'll keep our troops fed and watered.”

Sticking her tongue out “I'll hold you to that when your all a high and mighty general and forget about me!”

“Y/n I must be heading off now, ill see you in 5 days for the bread collection.”

5 days passed Armitage Hux returned to the market stool, as always for the bread delivery. To his disdain though the stool was closed. It was never closed, thinking to himself he when to the alley behind to find the bread lady sobbing.

“Mam what's the matter why aren't you open.”

“They took her, they took her.” she sobs, “i thought she was too old, the order took her.”

“Y/N been taken? We must find her.”

“No Armitage it's your people that have taken her.” she screams. “I will not supply the empire anything more, the stool can rot. Go, Armitage. You'll be one of them any day!”

So he did he ran home, trying to explain to father what had happened. But only got beaten for not getting the bread from somewhere else and what were they to do for food, not some girl of no concern to him.

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Two years passed and Hux was sent to the academy to train. 12 years passed from then, only fleeting thoughts passed through his mind of the girl in the market. Maybe his only friend so to speak. There he stood on a bridge of a ship looking out into space.

“General Hux, he have the total number of soldiers and lieutenants rescued from the attack we did.”

“How many are we down?”

“16 and one person in the medbay under strange circumstances. We thought they may be useful for testing on.”

“How so, what's so special about them, we need to do tests?”

“They are still alive, but their whole nervous system is not running as it should be, they are in a state of unconsciousness. The strangest this they were only hit with what we thought was a blaster on the finger of all places but now we're wondering if the resistance has some type of paralyzer instead.”

“Let me see them, I'm interested in this unknown effect.”

Hux was escorted to the med bay room this subject was being kept in. There was one other person in the room, strolling through holographic data on a wall. They stopped when Hux entered.

“This is Unexpected General Hux?”

“I was intrigued as to what had happened, it could be vital to the first order.”

“Your free to look at them” gesturing to the curtained bed.

Drawing back the grey mesh, Hux saw a woman. A young woman, with Y/C/H. Her uniform did nothing to hid her beautiful curves and legs that were splayed out on the bed. Taken in by the peaceful look on her face. flushed inviting lips drew his attention the most, he seemed to be almost drawn in by them. An odd urge overtaking him to move closer to her body.

“We've tried everything up to this point, we know that sometimes a coma patient's response changes when they know someone is in the room but we have no credentials for her.”

“May you look again?”

“I guess so .”

“That was an order, go check!”

The doctor left the curtain, once Hux knew there were out of earshot. He leant down and whispered. “I'm only doing this because you remind me of someone I use to know.” at that the machines in the room buzzed.

“General?" came from the other side of the curtain "What did you do, we got a response from them.”

“Nothing I just spoke to them.”

“Maybe they know your voice from holovids, try again”

Drawing his face down level with her again “I'm going to do one better if your who I think you are.” Again a sound let off. Gulping he moves into line up with her lips giving a gentle brush of them, into a smooch. The coldness meeting his own plush lips, warmth melts it away. They start to move following his lead deepening it. He draws back to now look into Y/C/E, the same eyes he remembers all those years ago from the bread market.

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[tintinwrites]

the stars were made for falling | Poe Dameron x Reader | Part Sixteen

A/N: Sorry about the wait but this fic is hefty and I can’t pump out chapters like crazy unless I’m very inspired!

Rating: T

Warning: Angst. Naughty words. Slight mentions of torture.

Word count: 3,619, apparently!!

Summary: Finn is doing kind things for you, Rey teaches you a technique that you were pretty sure you already knew to deal with your anger at Poe, and none of that matters much when you and Poe are paired on a mission to take down the First Order.

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When Finn returned to your quarters about forty minutes later and found you in an embrace with Poe on his knees in front of you, he did his best to silently ask with his eyes if everything was okay.

You nodded, but looked at him rather meaningfully, letting him know with the tear tracks drying on your cheeks that you needed Poe out of there.

He stepped into the room quietly and gently put his hands on Poe’s upper arms to pull him to his feet, leading him out of the room with one hand on his arm and the other on his back.

Poe turned to face him as soon as they were out in the hallway and grabbed onto him to pull him into a hug, patting him on the back then gripping the nape of his neck. “I know it’s been hard for you too, buddy.”

Finn was angry at him for you, but it seemed like the two of you managed to do something in the time he’d left you alone and Poe was still his best friend.

He wrapped his arms around him slowly.

“It’s okay, man. We’re all trying to cope with what they did to us.” He pulled away, squeezing Poe’s shoulder.

“But you’re not an asshole about it.” Poe ran a hand through his hair as he stepped away.

“You were a little bit of a dick there.”

“I know.”

Poe smiled sheepishly with sadness in his eyes, patting Finn’s cheek then starting to walk away.

He paused.

“You think she’ll ever actually forgive me?”

Finn’s brow furrowed at the genuine sincerity in Poe’s tone and thought maybe a small bit of hope would do him some good since he really seemed to want to make up for treating you the way he did. Poe was a good guy most times and he knew that. “She’s in love with you, Poe.”

The lift of his head was hardly discernible, but Finn noticed it. “She told you that?”

“She didn’t have to tell me. You know, she’d be ranting about you with all sorts of names I’ve never even heard, then start crying about how broken you are and how she wanted the real you back. And she wanted to believe you were you again, but she was so hurt by you.”

“—hey, Finn?”

“Yeah?”

“I’m so in love with her, man.”

Finn smiled and shook his head, walking into your quarters to see you sitting on the bed with your gaze trained on the floor. “You okay?”

“I don’t want to talk about it yet. How are you doing?”

That was all Poe heard when the door slid shut and he wondered if you were still in love with him. It had taken him a long time to open up to you like you wanted and now you were clearly unhappy about it since you didn’t want to discuss it with Finn.

But maybe you were in love with him as much as he was with you and there was a chance he could show you that he was himself, that he never wanted to hurt you again.

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It was nice to not have to run away from rooms or stay in a corner simply because you saw Poe in them.

You were mostly healed up now and were moving around more, trying to help out even though Leia asked you to do rather small, easy tasks, which meant you were seeing him in the dining hall or in corridors.

He was not forgiven and you were still pretty hurt whenever you laid eyes on him, but you agreed to let him try and he wouldn’t be able to prove himself if you wouldn’t even be around him.

Besides, despite all that had happened with the First Order and with Poe, you were actually kind of in a little bit of a good mood lately.

Not needing as much help now, Finn had stepped back a little, but he took it upon himself to leave a fresh cup of caf at your door when he knew you usually left your quarters and it was nice to not have to fight all the other sleepy people vying for the liquid when it was still able to burn your tongue.

You especially appreciated it when you had nightmares of that innocent girl’s blank eyes and Poe’s cruel words, and the caffeinated beverage warmed your sadness.

Finn made things a lot easier, like Poe used to.

Sometimes your heart yearned for the man who let himself be beaten because it ‘didn’t feel like a damn thing’ with you there in his lap, but then you would remember how much he hurt you and you drank your caf.

Oh, Finn really was such a sweet guy.

You were mostly healed but sometimes things tweaked the spot in your back the dagger had entered, like the seat in your new second hand ship that Leia was finally letting you try out, missing half its stuffing.

That was something you mentioned to him as you were eating lunch and when you went to try flying a little the next day, there was no uneven seat with holes all over; it looked plush, the material new and shining with not even a thread misplaced.

Your back did not hurt from this new seat that you assumed Finn put in for you.

Sometimes it made you feel guilty that he was not only helping you with your injury and emotions when he went through torture to be trained as a stormtrooper again, but he was continuing to do such kind things for you.

Like when you went to do one of the small duties Leia was allowing to put you back into working — doing small repairs on the ships that were needed by other pilots, your least favorite job since all these ships did was leak or drop off another part the moment you fixed one — and a new recruit told you ‘some guy’ already fixed what needed to be done.

And what did you do for him beyond listening to the things they had done to him?

It was about a week after you and Poe cried together that the general called you in for a debriefing.

Poe, Finn, and Rey were there and you opted to stand next to her, happy to see her out of her room, reaching down to squeeze her hand.

“I know you four have been through a lot, within and outside of the First Order, but we can’t sit back doing nothing anymore. Hux is going straight past taking over planets or bringing them to his side and destroying them instead. Three have been destroyed in the past day alone.” Leia spoke gently, but she was straight to the point.

You all looked at each other, your eyes meeting even Poe’s for a very brief second.

“I’m not sure what his goal is and we can’t let him reach it, which means...we need our best people to get inside. There’s nothing else we can do but sit and watch him destroy the galaxy.”

She was clearly hesitant to bring this up to any of you, but Rey stepped forward. “I will go.”

“We need all hands on deck if you think all of you can manage.” All eyes were on you at that.

“I’m healed and I’m ready to kill one Supreme Leader Armitage Hux.” Your voice did not waver even though the thought of seeing him again was terrifying to you.

Leia stared at you like she knew you were scared, but nodded.

“I’m going to group together teams and assign you different duties to all come together to defeat what’s left of the First Order. I’ve already talked to Rose and Chewie about what they need to do. Rey, Finn, I have a plan that I want you to look over and—”

“Me and Poe,” you said for her, your tone rather flat.

You might have been willing to be in the same room as him, but you weren’t sure you would enjoy being close with him and only him when teamed up on a mission together; it made you a little more nervous to know the man who had your back wouldn’t show you kindness until it was stabbed.

Not that he was going to allow you to be hurt and you knew that. Part of you simply was still angry at him for all he’d put you through in his attempts to protect you from himself.

“You two did very well when you were under their power and I know you can make a good team again despite any differences.”

You nodded, taking a step back. “I, um...excuse me.”

Then you turned and ran right out of the room, moving into another corridor around the corner and stopping with your back pressed against the wall.

Poe was different now, he wanted to make it up to you, and you were still anxious at the thought of being alone with him on a mission, of being with someone who still made you so angry for treating you the way he did.

Soft footsteps approached you and you opened your eyes with a glare as if it was going to be Poe, pausing when you saw Rey standing in front of you.

“I know you’re angry with Poe and I don’t blame you, but I think you should know that he spoke to me and I...this is all very new to me, but I think he’s really ashamed about what he’s done to you.”

“I know he is, but I’m still angry and what he did still hurts.”

Rey looked at you with a sympathetic gaze, the corners of her mouth turned down slightly

Then an idea seemed to show in her eyes and she quickly grabbed onto your arm, guiding you through your small, messy base, through the hangar that was still being made, and to a secluded spot outside.

You looked around at the trees, confused. “Are you going to murder me or something?”

She took your hand gently and guided you down with her as she sat on the ground. “I know you’re going to go on this mission even if you’re hurt by him, and I want to show you how to deal with that anger.”

“What do you mean?” You watched her cross her ankles then mimicked her when she nodded to you.

“Using the Force, I’ve needed to balance my emotions especially when it comes to being around people that anger me. I don’t want you to be really mad or distracted during the mission because he’s a jerk.” She grabbed your hands.

“I think I can deal with being on a mission with Poe.”

“You ran out of the room at the thought of it.”

You looked down sheepishly, then nodded for her to continue.

“Close your eyes and clear your mind.”

“How am I supposed to clear my mind when I’m always thinking?”

“Put yourself somewhere that makes you peaceful and if your mind wanders to something else, then make sure you think of that nice place again.”

“Oh, okay.”

“Have you thought of it?”

“Yes.”

“Now imagine that you’re really there, tell me everything about this place that made you think of it.”

“There’s a breeze. It smells like salt. The sound of water. No First Order here.”

“I heard Poe treated you as if you were nothing to him.” With your eyes closed, you couldn’t see Rey’s pop open as her jaw dropped with a silent ‘ow’ when you squeezed her hands tightly.

“He told me all we’d done together meant nothing to him and—”

“Okay, okay, think about the breeze and the smell of salt…”

You didn’t want to at first; you wanted to focus on your anger until it boiled over and satisfied you with the easiness of being bitter.

But you did as she said, the scene in your mind louder for a moment then slowly quieting down.

It took a moment for your grip to loosen on her hands and for your shoulders to droop down.

Rey was correct that returning your thoughts to the nice place in your head made the anger fade, that it didn’t need to be something you let take you over.

Maybe this would be handy on your mission since what Poe did still hurt.

You weren’t sure how long you sat there with Rey, your mind in a place where anger couldn’t possibly be a thought.

It was a beach with white sand, like you’d imagined some time ago with someone else you’d almost forgotten telling you to think of something peaceful, and there was a man laying next to you, telling you that he loved you, though you didn’t look at his face since you knew he’d only make you angry again.

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You and Poe were briefed on the situation and what your duties would be once you came back into the room, leaving the next morning on a quiet ride in a junky, little ship with enough room for two.

You were supposed to lay low in the forest a good bit away from the First Order’s base, waiting for a signal from Rose and Chewie as they attempted to get you access to the building, and then you and Poe would infiltrate it to take them down from the inside with Finn and Rey as backup.

Rey’s familiar little trick of controlling your anger was making it easier to be around Poe, but you were not all buddy buddy by any means.

The most you’d said to each other was agreeing that a nice-sized rock shelter in a clearing would suit you for the night or two you’d be camping out, and your hand brushed Poe’s when you took a ration bar from him.

You both sat silently doing your own things until you muttered a goodnight and laid moved away from the fire Poe built to lay on the cool floor of the shallow cave.

It was pretty cold now that you were away from the fire, but you were too sleepy to find wood for one yourself and too stubborn to ask for one to be built closer, and you did fall asleep eventually with your jacket gripped tightly around you.

You woke up a few times as the night grew a bit colder, turning into another position each time.

Poe was laying on the other side of the cave at one point with his back to you, seemingly fast asleep which you were a bit angry about.

Then you didn’t remember tossing and turning again until you woke up to light in your eyes and blinked them open to see that it looked to be early morning; it would have made sense for you to get up what with the cave floor being quite the uncomfortable bed, but you decided to snuggle into the covers.

Wait, covers?

Floors made of rock did not come with nice, weighted covers for snuggling into.

You lifted your head to see that there was some sort of fabric laying on top of you. You sat up and let it pool into your lap where you looked it over.

It looked very familiar, but you couldn’t place where you’d seen—

Your gaze landed on the man who was poking at the barely-there fire with a stick, only in his shirt rather than the new jacket he’d chosen once you escaped from the First Order.

Poe put his jacket on you.

You didn’t realize that you stood up to walk to him until you were standing over where Poe was crouching and he looked up at you curiously. “What is this?”

He stared at you with a furrowed brow, then lowered his gaze to the jacket gripped tightly in your hands. “My jacket.”

“What was it doing on me?” Your tone was clipped, quick to anger as if laying his jacket on you was offensive.

“You kept, like, flailing around and wrapping your arms around yourself like you were cold, so I thought I’d put it on you,” he explained simply.

Maybe you were searching for something mean in his tone, but there wasn’t anything.

He simply did you a kindness and you were so hurt by him that you forgot that he generally was a thoughtful man, though you hated to admit it.

“Thanks.” You handed him his jacket quietly then moved to sit in the spot where you’d been the night before, quickly jumping up when he gestured for you not to sit.

“I put a ration bar there for you in case you wanted some breakfast.”

You looked down to see the neatly wrapped bar laying there and you nodded another thanks, grabbing it and sitting down to open it.

It reminded you of how Finn would leave a caf outside your door.

He’d played coy when you mentioned it as you were boarding the ship with Poe — he and Rey probably left the Resistance base today and Rose and Chewie went to the planet the same night they’d been briefed, since three ships at once would be suspicious — and you thanked him for all the nice things he’d been doing, and he asked you what you meant.

He was pretty good at seeming confused, perhaps not wanting you to know he was doing such kind things.

The question in his eyes seemed very realistic as if he really never did those things.

As you took a bite of your ration bar and watched Poe pull on his jacket, it occurred to you that Finn didn’t seem to know what you were talking about at all, and you never really saw him doing it, and the two things you were thinking about now were very thoughtful too.

“Poe?” Much like when you walked over to him, you didn’t realize you said his name at first.

“Yes?” He was not used to you addressing him much anymore and he was answering immediately, looking over at you.

“Did you...did you fix the seat in my ship that was torn up?” It was a silly conclusion to come to and you figured he would deny it.

“I heard you telling Finn that it was hurting your back.” He shrugged.

You weren’t sure what you were feeling, whether you were angry that he would intervene like that or touched that he really was trying to be good to you.

Was it fair for you to think highly of Finn for it and be mad at Poe for it?

“What about the ship repairs Leia asked me to do?” You set the ration bar down, standing up.

“I know you’ve never been the type who likes working on ships when there are more important things to be done.” He was poking at the fire again.

“And the caf outside my door?” You stopped in front of him.

“Thought it might help you out.” He was smiling, though it faltered slightly when he looked up to see you staring at him.

You were in this odd place, somewhere between wanting to yell at him to make sure he knew that his kindness didn’t soften you and...softening.

You opened your mouth to say something you weren’t sure of when static sounded from Poe’s bag and Rose said,

“We’ll have you in that dumb base in no time.”

There was something that made your eyes stay on each other’s for a long moment before Poe finally looked away and reached into the pack to grab the handheld comm.

He wasn’t paying you much mind as he responded to Rose, but you quickly mumbled an excuse about needing the bathroom and ran right out of the clearing.

It was clear that he was trying his best to show you how much he cared, not even taking credit for his acts until you asked him about it. Would he fess up if you hadn’t asked?

You pressed your back against a tree, trying to understand what the hell your mind was even thinking.

Why was it so easy to be angry?

Why were you afraid to stop being angry?

You promised to give him the opportunity to earn your forgiveness, yet you still needed more from him, wanted to hang onto your hurt as if it were important.

Was it important? Were you being too lenient?

Was your anger protecting you from being hurt again or was it stopping you from letting in a man you knew was good?

You were still hurt, you knew that some kindness wasn’t going to erase everything he did to you.

But it did chip away at something and that mattered, even if it was the smallest piece.

Stars, you were terrified he’d hurt you again if you stopped being angry even if some logical part of you knew he’d simply been lashing out because he was hurting, trying incorrectly to protect you from his own pain by pushing you away.

Just because he had a reason didn’t mean that what he did wasn’t incredibly damaging and hurtful to you, with the way he treated you like all those special moments meant nothing to him.

Letting down that shield even a little made your anger seem to berate you like you were giving in to someone as evil as General Hux or something.

You wanted to calm your panic and anger down with the usual trick of that beach with the white sand and the man telling you he loved you, but you couldn’t.

You were too scared you’d look at him.

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[supernovafeather]

Soo~ About mxm fic 👉👈

What about Poe having a thingy with Hux's little brother, like he's also in 1st order but they met when Poe got kidnapped and helped him escape and so they just have a thing bc the always end up in the same places

(omfg its such a mess I hope you're understanding sksks also I'm a sucker for secret relationships 🙈)

Thx if you do this it's messy shit but yeaa 😅

Here is your fic, I hope you'll like it ! ☺️

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With The Enemy

Poe Dameron x M!FO!Reader

Warnings : explicit sexual content, nudity (not smut), self doubt, angst, fluff, mentions of nightmares, mentions of blood and injuries, swearing.

This is MxM.

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Is this a serious possibility ? Are you going to do that ?

Stupid and weak. That's what you are and you rub your face out of frustration, resting your feet on your desk in your office. You let that rebel, Poe Dameron, brainwash you. No, not exactly. You interrogated him as you would do with any other prisoner. Questions, intimidation, but you avoided punching him. You still did it a few times but you regretted it every time.

Those last months you have been feeling out of place here in the First Order. You don't complain nor feel frustrated to be living in your big brother's shadow. After all Armitage is much more ambitious than you. No it's just that you feel... lonely. Always the same faces, the same atrocities, the same rumors about Ren going nuts for some reasons more or less justified.

As a colonel you shouldn't get so easily distracted by a prisoner but something stopped you from being ruthless. Poe Dameron is handsome and charismatic. Even weakened you could feel his bravery and strength. His dark eyes sent you so much hatred, so much pride, so much challenge. He deserves his reputation. This legend - even in the First Order ranks - was there, bleeding and breathing with difficulty. You felt his warmth as you took his throat in your hand.

Again, you rub your face as you seat more comfortably, your elbows on your desk as you hide your closed eyes behind your palms. You saw the way his eyes sunk into confusion at your hesitation, at your instant of weakness. Between two questions about the girl and the Resistance... you found him breathtaking. Something in him made you forget about what you were supposed to do.

Attractive, cheeky, clever enough to play with your questions. You loved his temper. Kriff. Why did you take those few seconds to admire his features ? You're definitely too lonely.

Your impulsivity makes you modify a few things. You change the patrols path. You decrease the number of Stormtroopers by one each time. Poe Dameron is too important for the Resistance to be abandoned like that. And you suspect a spy. Somewhere, of high ranking. Maybe one of your superiors. You noticed some documents disappearing or getting modified between several briefings. Propaganda ? Perhaps but you don't believe in it. And if your suspicions are true... this spy would notice the lack of security in this area. And the Resistance would get to Dameron more easily.

This is what you do. And this is what makes you end up bleeding a while after the escape. Ren himself. You should thank Hux for intervening right in time to piss him off enough to let you go freely.

A few weeks later and demoted, you are the one having to spy on the Resistance. Sent to some hostile and frozen planet, in a cantina. A stinking and freezing cantina. You already miss your desk and your privileges but at least you're alive. And how lucky you are to set your eyes on the hooded figure in the back. You walk closer, a strange sensation turning your stomach into some heavy stone making your knees shake under its weight, unless that's due to your nervousness.

The Commander doesn't have any blood stain remaining. No sweat. No dirt. He is divine to your eyes. As soon as he recognizes you he steps back, his eyes making his hostility clear. You don't say anything, just following him at the same pace, your disappearance discrete in the noisy place. The two of you are alone in the hallway now. You notice his hand ready to take his weapon.

"Commander," you start in a low voice and locking his gaze with yours. "I would have thought you were clever enough not to end up in my presence anymore. That's still a pleasure to meet such a legend."

He snorts, still tensed as he stops, his back hitting a wall. You stopped, close to the man confused by your lack of hostility. You look intimidating yes, and your face reminds him of what he had to endure with the First Order. Yet... there is this... thing in your eyes. He can't quite identify it. Some kind of... kindness ? Pity would be more appropriate maybe. You are a First Order colonel after all.

As you turn your head to make sure nobody's there, you finally hear his low voice, making you shiver despite his distrust clear enough.

"Oh. So you got punched as well. Let me guess... Hux or Ren ?"

"Ren. I got demoted as well."

Showing your own face by removing your own hood slowly, you watch surprise appearing on his face as he has the opportunity to see some swollen parts of your face. His features harden again and you keep talking.

"They did that because I helped you to escape," and he frowns. "You deserve my respect much more than my superiors do. I am lucky to be alive, Commander Dameron. And I am lucky to see you in a better condition than I am. I know this will be hard to believe coming from me, but... I won't tell anyone I've seen you there."

You turn around and are about to put your hood back on your head when a hand grabs your forearm firmly, your eyes staring at the wall as you feel the Commander coming slightly closer to you.

"Why are you doing this ? You're right, I can't trust you," he whispers as you finally make eye contact with him, worry and uncertainty obvious.

A knot keep your words prisoner from your throat for a few seconds as you try desperately not to let your mind wander too far at this intense gaze of his.

"I respect more an enemy Commander than my own hierarchy. That's all you need to know."

He lets you leave the hallway without protesting, and as promised, you never tell anyone. This unexpected encounter did something. It made you feel better. You finally have the impression of being... loyal. Loyal for real to someone you barely know. You smile before taking a sip of your glass as you feel watched. Later, as you come out the cantina, you are barely surprised to see the familiar silhouette grabbing you by your arm. It's quick, determined, leading you to an isolated street.

Tickles. That's the sensation filling your belly as you stare at him approaching slowly. You don't step back at any moment, letting this flame consuming you as he stops right before you. Snow is melting on his hood and becomes more visible as he lowers his head, clenching his jaws and his gloved fists.

"You deserve my respect as well," he finally says before looking back at you. "If what you said is true, I owe you my life. Thank you."

There is some tension at the end of his sentence. He hesitates. There is some conflict in him as if he wants to add something. He looks away briefly, then back at you.

"You're welcome. It's an honor."

This makes him grin with a nod, his genuine benevolence making your heart flutter a bit. What makes you snap though, is the way his pathetically tries to hid a flattered smile by biting his lip, peering down at the ground. Confidence builds up in your chest and you walk closer to him. He steps back, staring at you with an expecting gaze causing some heat to form in your belly and below. You stop once pressed against him, his own back against a wall and your lips close to his, his eyes half closed as his chest raises too fast.

"I knew you are the kind of man liking to play, but sending me those dirty looks isn't very careful. I'm still the enemy.*

"Please. You should have seen how you looked at me instead of punching me," he adds with an enjoyable teasing as your nose grazes his cheek, his hands flat against your chest. This time your own chest raises too fast when he rubs it up and down, his lips now forming a seductive cocky grin. "I could get kicked out of the Resistance for saying this was rather flattering."

Not even a sound leaves your lips as his suddenly collide with yours. Then everything changes as you take the lead, your hands grabbing his hips as you make him pant on purpose by harassing his mouth then his chin then his throat, messing with his coat and his belt.

Later, you put your pants back in place, looking at the street to make sure that you are still alone. You grin as you see Poe doing the same, some of his curls now messy. His features are relaxed yet his eyes are attentive to any suspect motion from anything that could come this way. This doesn't stop him from snaking an arm around your waist to keep you close, leading you to kiss him deeply as he lets a relieved kiss out. You bit his bottom lip in response, your hand slipping down to his hip then his buttock, squeezing it enough to make him look up at you with a cheeky smile.

"More than interesting Commander," you whisper. "Should have bend you down like this sooner. Didn't know you would be so talkative."

He snorts at this before sending you THIS seductive look you love.

"If there is a next time I'll be the one bending you down. I'm a Commander and you got demoted."

"That's what you think."

And yes there is a next time, in a bed on another planet a few weeks later. More exactly two times due to the way you got waken up in the morning. Then another time a few days later. Your path seemed to cross regularly. It's an attraction that you can't control. You always play with each other and soon your opposite camps don't matter much. At least, that's the theory.

You want to see the First Order burning down to ashes. That's your thought every time you open your eyes at night, feeling Poe shifting in his sleep. He groans. He talks. He sweats. You feel guilty yet don't wake him up. You want to feel this pain in your heart. You want to finally be fully aware of the damages you caused indirectly.

After a few minutes you give up on ignoring him. You whisper at his ear during long seconds. Reassuring things. Comforting thoughts. Sometimes you confess some intimate feelings as you close your eyes. Then you keep saying sweet nothings, your hand running through his curls only when he calms down, still asleep and his features more relaxed.

You don't know that the next time he does the same as you are haunted by the memory of Ren Force choking one of your closest colleagues. The soft hand resting on your cheek and waking you up is so needed that you lean on his touch, his naked body still pressed against yours in the cot of your ship. Shit, Poe Dameron in your own cot, looking down at you with such gentle eyes. You definitely drunk too much after this outraged message from Armitage as he learned about your lack of progress in your current investigation on this planet.

Poe's hands rub your bare chest as he lays down against you, his messy hair then falling onto your forehead when he kisses you gently. You smile genuinely as he starts taunting you as expected.

"I told you one day I'd be the one making you bend down. And you were pretty talkative too."

"Only because my ship is too small."

This makes him raise an eyebrow as he chuckles, sitting down on the side of the cot, his eyes looking around with a lost expression.

"Me, with a former First Order Colonel, in his First Order ship, in a First Order cot. Kriff. I hope Leia will never hear about that."

You bite your lip as you get distracted by his bare back and his dishevelled head. Poe doesn't want to admit this situation fully and you know it. The way he examines everything around him is obvious. You know this frown all too well.

"Don't get into unnecessary troubles," you mumble before yawning. "You're the best pilot. You believe in this fight and they believe in you."

He doesn't add anything, but you frow at his hands rubbing against each other, his elbows on his thighs. Then...

"Everything is getting too much to bare. Nobody knows about us. Not even my closest friends. My droid knows something is up when I leave. I'm in the Resistance. You're in the First Order."

"Who said I still see myself as a member of the First Order ?"

Your quiet question makes him freeze. Immediately. You never really talked about this matter but... yeah. You may have spent a very short time with him, yet you know what path you want to follow.

Poe turns his head towards you, eyes widened and his eyes warning you not to joke.

"You are working for them. You wear their uniform. You have this ship."

"Then tell your General you found a former Colonel ready to spy on them for you. I can't leave the Order like that, Ren would torture and kill my brother immediately," you add with a sad grin as Poe looks away. He hates Armitage and... you can't even be mad at him for that. "Just tell her that... I'm the one you were contacting every time. That in case of extreme emergency I'll join you."

You appreciate the way his fingers brush yours before this comforting grip, his smile encouraging you. And this pride in his eyes.

"A part of me wants to see you joining me to our base. But this would mean you lost or are about to lose everything. Even your brother. I'm not a fan of him but... well he's your brother after all. Really I can never do things simply. Leia will kill me."

"Then I'll die protecting the best pilot in the Resistance. What a destiny for a former enemy Colonel."

"Shhh don't say that silly," he reprimands before joining you in your cot, your head resting on his chest as you hug him, his hands resting on your bare back. "She'll accept you among us. I promise. She'll be like your mother-in-law."

"You're supposed to reassure me. Not to put a knife on my throat."

"She's amazing. She's amazingly scary and talented. Determined. Better have her as a friend than as an enemy."

You smile at this. He doesn't know how cute he is when he gets the opportunity to tell openly his admiration for her. Maybe he is right when he talks about a mother-in-law.

#oscar isaac #poe dameron #poe dameron x you #poe dameron x reader

[mylifeisactuallyamess]

General Hux x Female Reader/Kylo Ren x Female Reader

A/N: I have been in a world of writers block and my brain decided nothing I’ve been writing is any good 😬 but I’m hoping I’m over that now. I better be.

Warnings: mention of interrogation, RC is bound, some gore mention, imprisonment and a brief mention not many people would get unless they’ve read Bloodline or done some research into Leia.

Word Count: 4489

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Read Chapter 18 here on AO3.

The white rushing lights did nothing to calm you, the pilot wouldn’t speak and you had no idea where you were going. Removing the helmet and dumping it at your feet, you sobbed silently, replaying the look on your husband's face over and over again. The way he stumbled, falling to the floor his eyes wide as the enormity of what he’d done came crashing down on him.

On one hand you wanted him to suffer, to feel the heartbreak of your loss and on the other you wanted to reassure him. But there had been no time, you had no idea Kylo was going to save you. He risked everything to send you to the ends of the Galaxy, to get you away from your sentence but you didn’t understand why? He just condoned the use of a new weapon on your home planet, in front of you taking and destroying everything you’d ever loved. To replace it with your freedom?

But you were alive, the shock of it numbed you knowing that you shouldn’t be here, you should be in the trash compactor instead of that poor trooper. You finally cried yourself into exhaustion dozing off in your seat but you had no idea for how long before the ship dropped out of hyperspace, jolting you back awake.

You could see a lush planet, the TIE glided into the atmosphere, all you could see were trees, massive trunks and wide leaves spanning the distance below you, but no buildings.

Proximity alarms exploded all round you, shattering the quiet and making your heart almost leap out of your chest. The gun controls lit up and you hesitantly put your hands on them, you had no idea how they worked or what you were even shooting at. You were terrified, the screaming whine of the alarms split your mind in two and you desperately wished you were anywhere else. The ship jolted, dragging a soft scream from your constricted chest and you gripped onto your seat as the TIE began to spin. You closed your eyes not wanting to see the flash of blue and green as the whole ship spiralled towards its doom, wishing this ride would end soon or you were going to be sick.

Panic wound its way through your body making you hold your breath in the hope the pilot would regain control of the ship. Another blast made the control panel in your face explode and you screamed in pure fear, trying to shield yourself from the sparks and heat that threatened to burn you.

The TIE crashed, ploughing into the soft ground and gauging the earth as it carved a path through the large trees until finally rolling to a stop. The chassis ticked loudly, the durasteel cooling after the intense heat it had endured, the viewport had shattered over you, earth and flora had made its way into the cockpit and you tried to turn and check on the pilot but the harness trapped you. Fighting against your straps you began to sweat, the humidity of the planet creeping up on you in the clumsy trooper armour, it was almost too much but you knew you had to get out as the heat increased. The sound of flames licking their way towards you made you renew your efforts to escape, finally releasing the catch on your harness you managed to start climbing out. A hand grabbed the collar of your armour, hauling you with strength and throwing you onto the spongy ground. You coughed, struggling to catch a breath, squinting against the bright light as it filtered through the green leaves. The TIE exploded behind your saviour, making him a silhouette against the flames, his outfit ruffling in the heated breeze that rushed over you both. The barrel of the blaster rested on your breastplate and you cried out in fear.

“Don’t shoot!!” You managed to choke out.

“Why shouldn’t I?” You’d heard that voice before. It would forever be ingrained in your memory.

“Because you’re Commander Poe Dameron.”

A noise dragged his attention behind him, the pilot had managed to free himself from the wreckage before it exploded and was stumbling through the undergrowth. Poe moved to aim with his blaster.

“No wait!” You shouted. The pilot was severely injured, half his helmet had been blown away revealing burned skin and a bloodshot gaze, he was holding his arm and it could have been broken or dislocated. His red eye fixed on you.

“Did we reach our coordinates?” He rasped. You didn’t want to answer, you knew what was coming.

“Hey pal, you look pretty banged up there. How about you put your blaster down and we can get you some help?” Poe called out, his brow furrowed with deep lines.

“Did we…?” He coughed, his body shaking from the effort.

“Yes!” You sobbed loudly and watched with horror as the pilot reached for his blaster.

“Buddy! That’s not a good idea!” Shouted Poe raising his arm but he wasn’t quick enough, the pilot pulled his blaster free and shot himself. You screamed loudly, knowing that image was going to be stuck in your mind for a long time. Your body went limp, letting Poe drag you roughly, hauling you away from the death and destruction that seemed to follow you. Is this what the Galaxy was like? All death and endings? This war was ripping the very fabric of everything, so many lives lost and you blamed the Resistance. Your hurt had stemmed from their actions, their disregard for anything except themselves and their need to stop the Galaxy falling under the rule of the First Order. Your thoughts faded away as your mind tried to close itself off, you were in enemy hands now and Kylo had put you here.

You turned to see the door open and Commander Dameron strode in, he was looking at a datapad and holding a piece of bread that he was chewing on. His foot kicked the door and it closed behind him with a loud hiss. He settled himself opposite you, still not acknowledging you even when you moved, making your shackles clank loudly against the chair. You waited expectantly for him to say something, instead he took a large bite of the bread tutting when the crumbs littered his shirt. You watched in disbelief as he brushed himself down before picking up the datapad again, the screen reflecting in his eyes.

“Are these really necessary?” You asked, wincing at the loudness of your voice and noise of the chain links as they fed through the chair.

“Yep.”

“Oh, you do speak then.” To your annoyance he shrugged and flicked through the pad some more. “Are you going to interrogate me?” When he refused to answer you sat back and crossed your arms with a sigh. You should have known he was going to be insufferable from the gleeful tone and glint in his eye you’d seen previously. That holo-image from the datastick will forever be imprinted in your memory and it made you dislike him intensely. You watched as he shoved the last bit of bread in his mouth, trying to ignore the stabbing pains in your stomach not remembering the last time you ate or drank anything. You thought back to your last meal, the prisoner rations weren’t exactly mouthwatering, but you’d eat some right now.

Your expression fell as you recalled the way Armitage had sagged against the wall, his expression one of shock and your heart pounded wildly. You had nearly broken the cover that Kylo had gone to great lengths to provide, the need to rush to Hux had been overpowering even though he had just uttered those devastating words in your cell, telling you your life was about to end. You had convinced yourself he had no choice, he had been backed into a corner as much as you had, forced to make these decisions he shouldn’t have been making. You frowned again at the noise of the chains when you went to blot your eyes, the noise alerting Poe to your change of emotion and he studied you with interest.

“Are you hungry?” You looked at your hands in your lap not wanting to let him know you were absolutely starving but also not sure how much longer you could keep yourself upright if you didn’t eat. “I’ll get you something.” It wasn’t until he disappeared that you realised he’d left his datapad on the table. You sat up slightly, seeing there were no cameras, no two way mirrors, no droids, nothing to say anyone was watching you. The chains clinked when you reached for it, your fingertips brushing the corner but not even enough to move it, a growl of frustration left you and you tried again. The pain of the chains cutting into your wrist did nothing to dissuade you, but the sound of the door reopening made you slump back in your seat.

“Ten out of ten for effort.” He stated calmly, sliding a tray of bread, fruit and water in front of you.

You grimaced to yourself, shaking your head.

“That was a test.”

“If you like,” he replied nonchalantly. You looked at the food, your mouth watering and your stomach heaved at the sight of it wanting you to eat it but your pride made you not reach for it. Poe wasn’t watching you, his gaze once more looking at the datapad with curiosity and you found yourself wondering what he was looking at. Information on you? Reports on the destruction of Arkanis? Maybe they had a whole file on you and Hux and he was flicking through your wedding holographs. Did you even have holographs? You honestly couldn’t remember. You frowned as you realised they hadn’t even asked your name, after the incident with the pilot you had been dragged back here and that was it.

“Why am I still alive?” You blurted out.

“I do the questions around here,” he mumbled. His brow dragged down at something on the screen and he huffed with annoyance.

“Maybe you should try asking me some?” No response. You fidgeted, hating the way he was making you feel. Awareness prickled down your arms knowing this must be a Resistance approved technique for interrogation and you hated it. You felt exposed, vulnerable, completely at this man’s mercy as he paid you no mind and yet, you felt yourself wanting to get his attention.

“What?” You jumped at his loud exclamation of surprise, dread pooling in your belly, what he was looking at was clearly not good news. “You’re such a cheat Finn!” He snarled, slamming the pad down and rubbing his face. You watched the curls bounce back to his forehead after his fingers had left them trying to figure out what was happening. “Are you going to eat that?” He asked, dragging your attention back to the food. ”Fresh food doesn’t come to us often. Don’t waste it.”

“What did you do? Steal it from a First Order supply ship?” You were trying to be sarcastic, but the look he gave you told you everything you needed to know. “Oh, of course. It’s what you people do.” He cocked an eyebrow and rested his chin on his upturned hand, finally paying you the attention you seemed to want.

“You people?” He inquired. You shook your head, suddenly wishing he would stop staring at you with those rich brown eyes. “You should eat.” He stated forcefully and you found yourself complying. Your bound hand reached for the bread, taking a chunk off and carefully putting it into your mouth. You tried to hold back the tears at the taste, it was glorious, so fresh and soft it reminded you of eating in Armitage’s quarters, sharing food on the Finalizer…you looked up at the ceiling trying to stem the flow of more tears knowing that you were now being watched closely. “You ok?” Poe asked softly.

“Oh sure. I’m perfect,” gripping the bread tightly you ground your teeth together in an effort to contain what was bubbling up inside you but it was useless. “I was sentenced to death, my homeworld was blown up, my husband…my husband…” you swallowed. Trying to force the emotion away but it just came back up your throat with more force. “That poor pilot didn’t even know what hit him!” You sobbed, remembering that awful scene that no doubt was laying forgotten on the jungle floor. “And Kylo risked everything to get me out, Armitage’s face…oh Armitage!” The sobs were heavy on your chest, forcing their way out between your words. “And now I’m here, with you.” You finished with venom. Poe looked at you with a stony expression clearly not wanting to stop your flow of words. “You! You started this whole thing! Placing that datastick in my chest I had no idea what it was? How dare you! I didn’t do this! I am no spy! My allegiance is to the First Order!” You were shouting, your bound hands pointing aggressively at him across the table as your face twisted with hatred. “I will not answer your stupid non questions, I won’t play this game.”

“That’s ok,” he said calmly, picking up the datapad and smirking. “You already gave me most of what I wanted.”

“I hate you!” You screamed loudly, ripping your throat as he sauntered past you. “Let me out! Just kill me! Don’t leave me here alone!” Fresh sobs spilled over and the chains settled loudly as you slumped in your seat. A fit of rage made you swipe the tray off the table with a loud cry, the cup bouncing loudly and spilling its contents, the bread was thrown with force and it exploded against the far wall. You screamed again, pulling heavily on your chains until your body decided that was enough. “Please don’t leave me here alone,” you whispered.

You had no idea how long you were imprisoned for, but everyday Poe would come and sit in your small room. You lay on the bed, your back to him every time, refusing to speak or move and yet whenever he left, the door hissing closed behind him you found yourself turning, wishing he’d come back. When you were alone the feelings that filled you were the worst, the hatred at yourself, the loss of your planet, the grief at the end of your marriage. You had searched your room for anything sharp to end your suffering, to quiet the thoughts that shouted loudly into the silence of your mind but there was nothing.

You had fallen asleep in the corner of your room, probably sobbed yourself to sleep like you normally did but you didn’t have time to crawl into your bed before Poe was entering your makeshift prison. He paused, seeing you in a different position had thrown him slightly even though he covered the surprise well.

“Is the bed not good enough anymore?” He asked with a hint of amusement, placing your usual tray of food down but you already felt the barriers slipping back into place and you refused to acknowledge he’d said anything at all. Your gaze grew fuzzy and your eyes lost focus, mentally drawing yourself inwards so you wouldn’t have to deal with his chatter or hesitant questions. You heard him sigh as he sat down in his usual seat. “You can’t ignore me forever.” I can. “Would you like to play a game?” No. “There’s a version of Sabacc I can access, you can help me against Finn and Rey. I swear they cheat.”

Rey.

That name made you stir from your reverie.

Rey.

That jedi, the one who had scarred Kylo, killed Snoke, helped destroy Starkiller, obliterated the First Order fleet.

That Rey.

“Rey.” Poe paused when you spat her name. “I hope she knows the…trouble she caused us.” It was the most you’d spoken since that stint in the interrogation room, your voice was raspy from disuse and you found yourself getting up for the water. You were lost in memories that all blended together, the voices and sounds trickling through your mind but the finer details were smudged. Poe’s mouth was open, no longer containing the surprise he felt at the change in you.

“You caused us trouble too,” he countered and you looked up to give him a scathing glance. “Anyway, I have someone who wants to meet you.”

“Is it Rey? Because I might scratch her eyes out,” you spat. “Don’t forget my chains,” you snapped sarcastically, holding up your hands up waving them slightly. He moved, gathering his datapad and leather jacket.

“It’s not Rey. I’ll be back later.” He said in a rush before leaving the room. You grabbed the bread, chewing it quickly knowing that you were going to need your strength. The only other person who would want to talk to you would be someone you’d never met in person before but someone you knew. Yes, you’d like to talk to her.

You paced in your small space until you were exhausted, your body not used to the increased movement meant you tired quickly and you found yourself eating everything on the tray before Poe returned.

The hours all bled into one another until he entered with another tray and you grabbed it off him, eating whatever hot food this was not caring at the bland taste. You eyed him when he leaned his arms on the back of the chair, facing you. His leg spread either side of the chair in a relaxed position as he leaned forward. You took him in, really studied him like you were seeing him for the first time. He was well built, tanned, his curls an unruly mess on top of his head. He wore a white shirt, the collar upturned and the buttons undone allowing a glimpse at his chest, his leather trousers were tight and tucked into his boots. A blaster was strapped to his thigh, the holster sat low on his hips, his knee jigged slightly and you sighed between mouthfuls.

“Got something to say, Dameron?”

“Well I was appreciating you seem to have your appetite back and didn’t want to interrupt.”

“Just spit it out.” He spread his hands.

“Well, she would like to talk to you today if you’re up for it.” You put your fork down and took a sip of water as you thought over what he’d said. Clearing your throat slightly before pushing your now empty tray away.

“Let’s get this over with,” you said, holding out your wrists ready to be cuffed.

“You promise to behave?” He asked dryly.

“I’m sure if I misbehave I’ll get shot,” you retorted. He approached, wrapping the cuffs around your wrists and checking they weren’t too tight before clipping them shut.

“We’re not the First Order,” he replied softly. “You could have a place here.”

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep,” you mumbled.

“I’m sure you’ll feel differently soon enough.” You followed him obediently, his hand firmly gripping your cuffs as he led you out of the room and you got to see the base properly for the first time.

It wasn’t what you expected at all, a CR90 Corvette class ship was settled in a huge cave, providing a sheltered hideout for the Resistance. Large power lines were fed from the ship to consoles that dotted the clear space near the grounded ship. As you looked curiously around you could see makeshift beds, all placed haphazardly along the vast cave wall, sectioned off to offer some sort of privacy. Some had workbenches and storage crates with the small beds and it hit you that this was all the Resistance had. Then why could you not defeat them?

They had been beaten down, the New Republic was gone so they lost their backing and the main bulk of their fleet, half of the Resistance had been wiped out at the Battle of Crait and yet here they were. Surviving like the bottom feeders of the Galaxy they were. It astounded you, maybe even awed you that they were still having some sort of sway in this war. Your lip curled as you followed Poe over the uneven ground, how could these people offer the Galaxy something better than the First Order? Surely they couldn’t, they could barely feed themselves resorting to stealing and sneaky tactics, how could they offer the Galaxy stability and equal standing?

You were led aboard the Corvette, ignoring the stares and whispers that followed you from the cavern. If Kylo refused to end the Resistance then you would try and open eyes this side of the battle. All you knew was the Galaxy was ripping apart and it was time to stop.

You let Poe manoeuvre you into a chair, the room was white and pristine containing two chairs and a table, he took your bindings off and you rubbed your wrists out of habit. The door opened behind you but you kept your eyes trained on the surface of the table not wanting to look upon the woman who had entered the room. You heard her dismiss Poe before settling in the vacant chair opposite you, the silence that followed was mutual, her dark eyes studied you as she leaned on the table, her hands clasped together. You let her scrutinise you, did she know?

“Are you just going to sit there Princess?” You asked softly, breaking the silence. Her posture straightened giving you the reaction you desired.

“It’s been a while since anyone used my royal title, I go by General now,” her voice was calm and steady when she spoke.

“I apologise it’s force of habit,” you confessed softly, now letting your eyes rise to settle on her. She looked tired, her face lined, her dark hair greying in its delicate Alderaan style. Her eyes were dark and familiar, but softer in their appearance than what you were used to looking at and realisation trickled gently down your spine. “I know who you are, Princess Organa but do you know who I am?”

“Lady Hux, married to General Armitage Hux of the First Order.”

“He got promoted to Grand Marshal…” you corrected her with a frown.

“And demoted back to General, albeit recently.” The news shocked you, making you realise that Kylo had indeed taken everything from you both.

“He promoted Pryde,” you whispered, noting Leia bowed her head in acknowledgment. You sneered in disgust, your heart pounding at the idea of Armitage having to answer to such a foul man. A man who was capable of terrible things with his bare hands. You tried to bring yourself back to your situation, you couldn’t help Hux now, only yourself. “Kylo knows where you are,” you stated.

“He has other battles to fight at the moment,” she commented like the news didn’t shock her.

“With your Jedi,” you spat. Leia’s dark eyes pierced you, her posture never faltering for a moment.

“I feel you don’t like me very much,” she observed and you wished you didn’t have to spell it out for her. You sucked in a breath, it was slightly exhilarating knowing something the great leader of the Resistance did not.

“Our families have history, but you probably paid no heed to the ripples your actions would have caused.”

“I am well aware of…”

“Are you?” You demanded cutting her words short. “My aunt was Carise Sindian.” You took a moment to enjoy the micro expressions that flew across Leia’s face, the realisation as she worked out the finer details of your statement. “You stripped her of her royal standing and so her family was ostracised, I was lucky to land the husband I did but, his father did know my father. Favour for a favour,” you looked back down at your hands. In your mind's eye you replayed the moment Arkanis was destroyed, the red light forever tormenting your nightmares. “None of that matters now,” you said softly.

“You are still a part of Arkanis. The part that lives.”

“I don’t want to be all that’s left.” This wasn’t how you wanted the conversation to go, you came into this with confidence but here you were fighting back tears, the thought of Arkanis was still raw and painful, a loss you were sure you’d never recover from. Leia leaned forward like she wanted to reach for you in comfort.

“I was there, watching when Alderaan was destroyed. I know the strength of the hurt you feel.”

“That is where our similarities end, Your Highness.” She withdrew, a blank mask falling across her face. “Do you think you can do it?” You asked, trying to distract yourself.

“Do what?” You smirked hoping it would cover the shine of tears in your eyes.

“Win. I saw your setup out there, hoping a few criminals and relics of the old days are enough to go against the might of the First Order.” She regarded you with a firm look as though you were a petulant child and it aggravated you.

”We are doing our best,” she replied.

“And what happens when you win? If you blow the First Order from the Galaxy what happens next?” You leaned forward, catching a glimpse of uncertainty in her eyes. You took her silence as her answer and continued. “So you don’t have a plan? The First Order has a plan, to offer aid, to control the crime and chaos that spreads across the Galaxy. To stop children starving in the streets, can you offer the Galaxy that, Leia?” Now she leaned forward an almost triumphant look on her face when she replied.

“What do these people get in return for such selfless acts? Military occupation. Enlisted into mining camps, the children pulled off the streets away from families to become stormtroopers…”

“Troopers with full bellies!” You shot back and she shook her head.

“How can you be so blind?” She snapped.

“I am not the one who’s blind! You refuse to see that the First Order wishes to bring equality to the Galaxy. Killing the rotten bureaucracy and petty politics!”

“They seek control! And with control comes corruption!” She almost shouted. “I have seen what power does to people. The Empire made the same promises that the First Order are and Palpatine didn’t follow through on any of them! He ruled with an iron fist taking more lives than he saved…” you stood. Rage at her words making you go against your better judgement.

“Kylo is not Palpatine!” You shouted, slamming your hand onto the table. Leia sat back slowly, an unreadable expression on her face.

“How can you be so sure?” She asked quietly, her eyes boring into yours in almost a challenge as though she had already made up her mind about the Supreme Leader.

“Because he saved me.”

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[thepaperpanda]

The Young Apprentice || Kylo Ren x Reader x Armitage Hux Smut

Summary: Threesome with reader, Ren and Hux. Reader happens to be force sensitive and she ends under Ren's wings. He trains her and the affection between the two is strong as well. One day when they end in an empty room, they're about to get laid. Little do they know to whom the office belongs to.

Warnings: dirty talks, smut

Words: 2891

Request by: @breathe-nicely & @hertyrantpuppy

Authors: Cass & Rouge

Ren never was an unduly discreet person. It became even worse since he became the Supreme Leader, his confidence and pride only grew within him.

 You were force sensitive and you were his student. This made him teasing you even more, there simply was something satisfactory in the sight of you whimpering under him with face covered in redness.

 This day was no different and Kylo casually grabbed your forearm, pushing you against the wall on the corridor you two were walking through. "You left pretty early today," he purred pushing his knee between your legs.

Licking your lower lip you grinned widely at the man and rubbed yourself against his limb. "I did, yes, I was set with no one else but general Hux," you teased in return.

 "You try to tease me, little one. You are well aware I can see everything in this little head of yours," he said, tapping your forehead.

 You smiled and caught his palm to kiss its top. "How do you know I'm not blocking my mind, huh, Supreme Leader?"

 "Because you aren't that strong yet, little one," Kylo replied and kissed you. His palm cupped your nape to prevent you from moving, you could already feel his other hand sneaked under your robes.

 You kept head up and glared at him with a grin still dancing on your lips. "Or maybe I am, Snoke was always rewarding my skills."

 "What doesn't mean you are that strong," he said and looked at you for a moment, then he smiled. "I can see your mind is going crazy, you're thinking about last night and stuff I did to you, and I can see you're thinking about what I could do now but you're too scared to do it here," Ren chuckled.

 You blushed and shook head slightly. "I don't want anyone to watch. I want to be yours and only yours. I want only your eyes to watch my naked curves," you informed him and rolled hips to rub yourself against his knee again.

 Kylo smiled and looked around, he knew this corridor just like all the others of the ship.

This one was mostly abandoned, almost no one was choosing it because of how long it was.

 Ren looked at you with smile you happened to know too well. "This hallway is empty, little one."

 "Now. It might change within a second, Supreme Leader," you slipped out of his grasp and climbed on tiptoes to kiss his cheek. After that you walked away swinging your hips for left to right. You were aware that he was watching and you knew that he liked that swing.

 Meantime Hux was on the bridge as always, making sure that everyone was working their asses off.

He looked over his shoulder when he heard clicking of the heels to see you walking in but his happiness died as soon as he saw Ren following you.

Ginger general rolled his eyes highly annoyed, how someone like you could have even ended up with someone like Ren? It was ridiculous.

 "General," you bowed head slightly and joined him on the bridge. "I see you're on guard as always," you sent him a brief smile and looked over your shoulder at Ren who leant against the rail casually with his arms crossed over his chest.

 "Yes, someone has to. Not everyone can do whatever they want and be pretending to be better than others," Hux told you looking over his shoulder to Ren.

 You could already feel Ren's anger raging within him.

 Calm down, you told him in mind. I can handle this.

"So, general, is there something new about Resistance? Did your troops find something new about their current location?," You asked and looked at general, smiling a little to him.

 Hux sent you brief smile and shook his head. "Not yet, they are still looking for the rebel scums."

 Ren only laughed loudly. "As I see general, nothing changed in the matter," Kylo said and walked to you wrapping his arms around your waist.

 "Some of us are at last doing something," Hux said proudly and Ren only chuckled.

 "I condone what general Hux says," you slipped out of Ren's grasp and rubbed general's shoulder looking up at him. "He's a good leader to the troops, respected, saluted," you praised ginger man.

 Armitage nodded and wanted to say something but he couldn't, words got stuck in his throat. All he could feel was a tight grasp of invisible hand squeezing his neck and cutting of the oxygen.

 Kylo stood there simply watching Hux struggle. Ren's hands were wrapped behind his back, hidden under his long cape.

 "Armitage?," You asked and tilted your head as you poked his shoulder. "Are you okay, general? Shall I send for medical team?"

 He tried to desperately catch a breath, his hands wrapped around his own throat.

 "I guess general doesn't feel well," Ren growled with sadistic smile.

 It hit you like a wave of the ocean hit the shore. "Ren," you growled and looked back at ginger man. Using all of your strength and inner power you released general from the invisible grasp.

 Hux gasped loudly catching his breath greedily. General rubbed his neck.

 "Oh, come on! He was just starting to change colours," Ren chuckled proudly.

 "I asked you to not using force on our people," you snorted and rubbed general's shoulders. "Are you okay, sir?"

 "I am the one giving orders here, Y/N," Ren said with his deep voice and a frown.

 Armitage only looked at Ren, then back on you. "Yes. I am alright," he replied and immediately straightened his back.

 Ren rolled his eyes, it was enough for him. You were too close to this ginger rat, so Kylo grabbed your arm and easily pulled you away.

 He led you through the corridors before he found the open office. "Now, shall I mark you so no one will ever look at you again?," He growled pushing you inside.

 You blinked but smirked at him. "Oh, my Supreme Leader got angry!," You smirked and walked to the wall with a view of a hangar full of stormtroopers.

 Kylo wasted no time and picked you up, pressing your back to the glass. "You are only mine and this ginger scum should remember that," Ren hissed, pressing himself closer to you. "I am the only one to be touching you."

 "Always, my Supreme Leader," you told him and wrapping legs around his hips. "This body belongs to you and no one else will ever touch it."

 Kylo smirked at your words and pulled you into a long, deep, passionate kiss.

 This was typical for Kylo, behind the mask of dangerous Supreme Leader there was just a man that loved you like no one else.

 His hands soon started to roam your body only to open the front of your robes and slip his hands easily under it.

At first, he gently stroked your sides and belly but soon his hand moved back.

He saw the disappointment in your eyes. "Don't worry, little one," Kylo purred before removing his gloves, then he pulled you into another kiss and his hands returned under your clothes, providing some skin to skin contact.

 Both of you weren't really aware where you found yourself. It was Hux's office, he normally didn't really show himself there but this time he had too; he forgot to take the papers from there with him.

 Poor man was standing completely frozen in place, looking at the scene right in front of him.

 You tightened the embrace around Kylo's hips and wrapped arms around his neck.

 You loved the way he was acting toward you. You loved the things he was doing to you.

When he touched your warm skin with his rough palms, you moaned and rolled head back resting it over the glass.

 It was when your senses tickled a little and you opened eyes to see Hux's pale face in the door.

We have a spectator, you told Ren in his mind.

 Kylo looked at you confused and then glared back over his shoulder to see Hux. Ren smirked. "Well, general. I never took you for a man who likes to watch such a smutty things."

 Armitage cleared his throat and shook his head. "It's somehow hard when you two decided to fuck in my office. I am more than sure it's not a coincidence," Hux whispered trying to stand in comfortable position.

 Poor Hux, he loved you deep inside and cursed Ren for indicating you at his significant other but the sight of your pure bliss made him feel something in his guts, some unfamiliar knot was building within his stomach.

 Kylo listened to Hux's thoughts, then looked at you. You were too horny to even feel him slipping into your mind like a snake. "You dirty, little thing. You enjoy it," he said with a smirk.

 You bit your lower lips and grinned at him as you pulled him in a brief kiss. Brushing your cheek against his, you whispered right into Ren's ear. "I do. I want him with us, I want him to watch, and maybe something more as well."

 You let go of Ren's hips and stood back on the floor, rubbing your front against Kylo's chest. "If you won't fuck me here and now, I'll go crazy, Supreme Leader."

 Kylo smiled and picked you up and sat you on Hux's desk. He pointed to general. "You, sit down."

 Hux looked at Ren with a frown but looking at your face covered in blush, he couldn't help himself and obeyed.

 Kylo wasted no time, he was always up to satisfy your needs.

 He undone the belt that was holding your robes together and dropped it to the floor. His skilled fingers grabbed hems of material and pulled it down your shoulders.

In the end you were sitting on the desk completely naked.

 You looked at Supreme Leader and laid your back down on the metal counter. One of your hands moved between your thighs where you rubbed yourself viciously, other one played with your hardened nipples.

 Swallowing, you turned head to the side to face Hux who was sitting in the leather chair on the opposite side of the room.

 Armitage let out a shaky breath, he could already feel the fire in his abdomen and the sudden tightness of his pants on his crotch.

 "This is what I need to deal with, sometimes even few times per day," Ren explained and looked briefly at Hux. "She is a horny, little thing, aren't you?," Kylo asked as he quickly undressed.

He rubbed the tip of his cock through your labia and smiled at your reaction.

Soon he pushed inside, letting Hux watch how his thick cock moving deeper and deeper into you with every inch.

 You ached your back and cupped your boobs to play with them by squeezing and stroking. "Mmmm, yeah, I'm a fucking horny thing, always ready to get laid," you moaned lovely and licked your lips. "It's probably caused by the force, I still can't control it fully," you explained and grasped one of Ren's arms for the support.

You spread legs wider and gasped as it helped his cock to slip fully in. "Fuck, yeah, just like that," you whimpered.

 Kylo's hand wrapped tightly around your neck. "I'd say it's just because you are a dirty whore and all you want is to get laid," Kylo muttered, squeezing your throat once again.

 Hux couldn't take it anymore, the view itself made him feel hot and bothered. He unzipped his fly, pulled his half-erected cock out and started to slowly stroke himself.

 Kylo chuckled. "Look what are you doing to our poor general, slut."

 Quickly you turned head to look at Hux who's stroking over his cock. You traced the tip of your tongue over your lips and grinned at general.

I know what I'm doing to him. I heard his thoughts not once, not twice. He was imagining to himself how he's fucking me many times, filling my tight pussy with his cock, you informed Kylo without speaking. "I can see you enjoy the view, general," you said aloud and moved your glance back to Kylo. The way he squeezed your throat made you moan for him, you rolled your hips to meet his thrusts and to provide him better access to your core. "I want to ride your cock, master."

 Kylo hummed deeply. "I am not sure if your deserved this, you were a bad girl today. I will use you how I want today, you little, dirty slut," he grunted and pulled out of you to flip you on your stomach. Grabbing your hips, he started to fuck you harder. "You touched another man, teased me, dared to give me orders," Ren counted, pulling on your hair.

 You shook your butt and laid comfortably on the desk, pressing your breasts to the counter. "Oh holy Force, just like that, just like that," your free hand moved to rub over your slick folds.

You loved when he was pounding in you from behind because his thick shaft was hitting all the right spots of yours.

 You looked at Hux.

 Armitage was sitting in his chair, playing with his cock, his eyes never left you.

 Kylo smiled feeling himself getting closer to his climax. "I'm going to fill you up and then you can go and ride our ginger general, what do you think of that?"

 You pulled hand from between your thighs and licked your fingers tasting your wetness. "Oh, yes, he'll finally get what he was dreaming about for so long," you said loud enough for Hux to hear.

 Your pussy was already clenching around Kylo's shaft, his slick cock was entering you deeply with every thrust.

 Kylo picked up his pace to make you cum first. Moments later, he filled you up with his hot, thick cum, grunting deeply as his hips stuttered. He gently rubbed your back. "Go on now or I will change my mind," man said and Hux swallowed nervously.

 You straightened your back and turned to wrap arms around Ren's neck. You climbed on your tiptoes and kissed his lips, gently biting on them and sucking them in.

 Slowly but solemnly you approached general and traced your fingertips along his cheek.

 You rushed him to take his clothes off, then straddled his lap. You grabbed onto his smooth shoulders and he took hold of your hips, helping guide you to sink down on him until you were completely full. You shivered when your butt came to rest on his thighs and his throbbing cock completely tucked inside of you, stretching your walls and making you both moan.

 Armitag held onto your hips, watching your body move up and down his shaft. He dreamt about this for so many times and now he was having you here, on his lap, experiencing the warmth and softness of your young body.

His hands slowly moved up and down curves of your waist, only to be rested on your breasts, kneading the soft flesh.

"You are so beautiful, Y/N," Hux whispered, his perfectly carved face covered in blush almost as red as his hair. Man took one of your nipples into his mouth. Soon you could feel his moves become sloppier, apperently the show provided to him by Ren was a bit too much for Armitage to handle.

 You slipped hands into short hair on the back of his head and gently tugged on them so he rolled his head back. You used the moment to kiss his sharp jawline as you bucked your hips hardly back and forth, just for him. You then kissed his neck and sucked into the pulse point where his artery was exposed, pulsing in the rhythm of his heartbeat.

 You wrapped arms around his neck and rocked your hips harder then ever before, the sensation that built in your lower stomach was unbearable. Rolling head back and aching your back, you screamed his name as you walls hugged his wiry cock and milked it with your juices.

 Hux cum soon after you whimpering your name loudly.

 "How was it, princess?," Kylo asked looking at both of you.

 You leant forward and brushed Hux's lips with your thumb before placing a wet kiss to them.

You then looked over your shoulder and smirked at Kylo. "He's good, actually. So thirsty and aroused, I'd never say that great general Hux could be losing his head for someone like me," you gasped and simply got up from Hux's lap. His cock slipped out of you with wet noise.

 Hux whimpered as he watched you walk away. "Fuck..."

 Kylo smiled at you. "Just to be clear, princess. That was a one time thing."

 You looked at him sadly and briefly stroked your slick, glistening folds that was covered in Hux's cum. "I know, master," you agreed as you put clothes on and improved your hair.

  Before you left the room you took a moment to look at Hux. Your glances met and you smiled at him sweetly. You blocked Kylo's force though you good knew deep inside that it was the very beginning of something deep and primal between you and the general Hux.

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Deck The Halls

Characters: Armitage Hux x reader

Summary: The Christmas party has arrived, but will Hux actually show up, and if he does manage to get there will he be too late?

Word Count: 920 words

Prompt: “Did you put the mistletoe here just so you had an excuse to kiss me?”

Christmas work parties

Rockin Around The Christmas Tree

Armitage was running late. Cursing Ren for the millionth time, he hurriedly made his way into the hotel foyer, deciding against checking in, he left his overnight bag at the front desk and glanced around for any indication as to where your work function was.

The place was filled with people, each dressed in their best and sipping expensive looking drinks. The music was too loud, the lights flashing on the dance floor were too bright in contrast to the rest of the room which was too dark. The anxiety which had been building in his chest since he last spoke to you was threatening to burst into a full-on panic attack, and he knew that would only exacerbate the situation.

The phone call between you had been brief. He had explained that a work emergency had cropped up, but he was determined to meet you at the party, that you should head off without him and he would see you there. Armitage tried to ignore the disappointment in your voice, hating the fact that he was letting you down. Phasma had picked up his suit and insisted he change as he explained the issue so she could take over, this evening was far too big a deal for him to miss.

Squinting a little as he searched the room, he actually heard you before he saw you.

“Did you put the mistletoe here just so you had an excuse to kiss me?” A deep voice somewhere behind him had asked in a tone Hux had sneered at, then his blood seemed to freeze.

“No. I certainly did not arrive here and decided to place some mistletoe here on the off chance you would stumble by and proposition me. I have no desire to kiss you, and so have no need to make an excuse.” Armitage turned and saw you looking rather uncomfortable, backed up against the bar as this pathetic excuse for a man leaned into you.

“I think you’ll find, that isn’t actually mistletoe.” He interjected, taking the opportunity to manoeuvre you out of the situation as the idiot looked up at the hanging plant.

“I am so sorry I am late.” He looked at you apologetically before he took in your attire, then his eyes widened, and he swallowed thickly. He didn’t think he had ever seen anyone as beautiful as you in this moment.

“You’re here now, that’s all that matters.” You smiled, a look of relief on your face that he certainly couldn’t miss. “I have to say, you scrub up quite well, Armitage. I’d say you are looking rather dashing this evening.”

“Thank you.” He avoided your gaze as his cheeks heated up at the compliment, then he remembered himself. “You look… simply stunning. I am a very lucky man indeed to have you on my arm this evening.” Offering you his arm, he felt a flush of pride as you tucked yourself into his side.

“We have to do a little socializing. If we do a circuit of the room then that should free us up to get a drink at the bar and spend a few hours just the two of us. Well, I say just the two of us, but it will be in a room full of people.” You had shrugged, a playful smile on your lips.

“In that case, let’s go talk to whoever you need and get to the important part of the evening.” He murmured in your ear with a smirk. Now he was here with you, everything seemed so much easier.

“Was the important part not when you saved me from sleazy Kevin from acquisitions?” You asked him, a picture of wide-eyed innocence.

“I don’t think you really needed me to save you. He would have realised that it is a very foolish man who goes up against you. I believe you have quite a fierce side to you. Remember, I have seen you when the apartment upstairs kept you from your sleep with their dance parties.” He grinned, loving that the two of you had these shared little moments that were all yours.

The circuit around the room took 90 minutes. It seemed that many people wanted to talk to you, and although he hated to share your attention, it did give him the opportunity to watch you. There seemed to be a glow emanating from you, a gravitational pull that brought people towards you, to bask in the warmth of your smile. Armitage couldn’t imagine that the same could be said of him, if anything his work colleagues would avoid him in a similar situation. He wondered, yet again, why you were his friend? Why would someone as brilliant as you want to spend time with someone as awful as him?

“Right. I think that is more than enough small talk for the evening. I could do with a drink and then you, Armitage Hux, are going to join me on the dance floor.” The way you stated this told him he really didn’t have a choice. Part of him wanted to dance with you, to hold you close, to keep you from everyone else, but another part reminded him that he was incredibly stiff, awkward and all limbs. What if he embarrassed you? What if he embarrassed himself?

Heading to the bar, Armitage decided that liquid courage was definitely in order. A strong whiskey should do it. He would dance with you, he only hoped it would be the first and last time.

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REBEL | ARMITAGE HUX x READER | PART ONE

CONTAINS SPOILERS FOR THE RISE OF SKYWALKER.

PART ONE OF ? Summary: Armitage Hux finds himself strangely fascinated by you, a Resistance fighter and pilot, even though he knows he shouldn’t. You know that there’s much more to him than you see on the surface.  Pairing: female!Reader x Armitage Hux Fandom: Star Wars Word Count: 1464 Warnings: THE RISE OF SKYWALKER SPOILERS. A/N: I had this idea while watching The Rise of Skywalker last night, and then realised that it was definitely going to have to be something I explored more through more than one chapter, and so this has come into existence. If you read this, I hope you enjoy it. I’m going to try and keep it consistently updating as much as I can and it’ll also be posted over on my Ao3 (here) if you’d like to follow it there!

This is a bad idea.

This is a very bad idea.

Yet Armitage Hux still sneaks out of his quarters for the third time this month in the dead of night, fully dressed in his best First Order uniform, hair combed and gelled to perfection, and makes his way to the meeting place the two of you had been meeting in ever since he’d first decided to give information to the Resistance.

He knows that was a bad idea. He does it anyway.

It’s easily the most dangerous thing he’s ever done, other than that time he confronted Kylo and could have nearly been choked to death because of it. But among the First Order, traitors and spies are the worst of the worst and sometimes, late at night when Armitage is unable to sleep, he wonders how he, of all people, came to be one. His father would be particularly disappointed in him.

He can’t help but feel a little smug about the fact.

Armitage stalls as he hears the unmistakable sound of Stormtroopers around the next corner. They would not question him if they caught him, but he isn’t willing to risk it. Rumours travel fast, and he prefers not to be a part of them.

―

You’re already waiting for him when he arrives, and he finds himself a little disappointed at his tardiness. Usually he arrives first – and that gives him the time to ensure that he looks proper and regal before you show up. He always looks proper, it’s a requirement of his job and his position, but he always likes to make sure. To double check.

It isn’t like he’s trying to impress you or anything, not at all. He just… he wants to make a good impression as a General. You’re the only person aware that he’s a spy, and he trusts you enough to know you wouldn’t tell a soul. It had been accidental, anyway, how you’d discovered his failing allegiance to the First Order – Hux had been conferring with Boolio when you had arrived early to get the very same information Hux had been sharing. You’d been sworn to secrecy, and while he hadn’t trusted you at first, he’d grown to over your last few meetings.

He didn’t have many good impressions of other people he’d met from the Resistance. You were the only exception.

“I thought you weren’t coming.”

Armitage raises an eyebrow at you. You’re sat on a large crate, swinging your legs. It’s your usual spot, but you look a little happier than usual today. You even look more comfortable than you usually do. He supposes, for a moment, that it’s because you’re used to meeting now, but then he notices your clothes. You’re dressed in your usual Resistance garb even though he’d sourced and given you First Order clothes at your last meeting, just on the chance that you were caught on the ship. He didn’t want to risk that. You, clearly, did.

“I thought you had agreed to wear the clothes I gave you.”

You shrug. “I forgot them.”

He narrows his eyes. You flash him a grin.

He moves to sit in his usual spot – a stack of crates beside yours. You can’t help but notice that still, he looks out of place, even though you’ve been meeting for a long while now. He’s so prim and proper compared to you, especially in his First Order uniform. It’s all clean cut lines and straight edges. Your uniform is a little more lax. It’s softer, much more comfortable, if not a little scratchy at times.

“I told you last week,” you decide to offer an explanation. “I understand why you want me to wear it when we meet, but it feels weird putting it on– and yes, I have tried it on. I just feel a little bit like a traitor. It’s bad enough that I have to fly one of your TIE fighters to and from our meetings so I’m not suspected or spotted. It’d just be like me asking you to wear something like this and to fly an X-wing. Would you do it?”

Armitage pauses, and then shakes his head. “No, that uniform looks awfully scratchy.”

His confidence to admit it makes you laugh, and rather irritatingly, his cheeks flush pink for a moment and he drops his head, eyeing the ground, a little embarrassed.

“Shall we get to it then? Give you the information you’re here for?”

“Uh-huh,” you nod and swing your legs again. “Go on. I’m listening. Spill the beans.”

“I’m not going to say it.” He shakes his head and then pulls out a small device from the pocket of his coat and hands it to you. “That’s not how these things work, remember? Take it. That’s still how I’m giving you intel. It doesn’t feel as bad if I don’t say it directly.”

Grinning at him once more, you shrug a shoulder. “Hey, one day I’ll get you to say what you have to say out loud. I hate to break it to you, you’re still committing treason whether you speak the information or not. And it’d sure be a hell of a lot easier if you said it rather than coding it and putting it onto this thing,” you say, holding up the device. “It’d save you time, too.”

Armitage throws you a look. “I let you keep that thing. That’s risky enough.”

You pocket the device. He’s right. Usually, especially when you were getting the information from Boolio, you weren’t allowed to keep the messages on the device themself. Finn would usually transfer them straight to R2 who would do all the decoding. But times were different now, and somehow you got the messages directly from the source himself.

Most of all, you’re just thankful that Leia trusts you enough to go to the meetings on your own. Poe and Finn have always been apprehensive about it. Leia’s told them to be quiet about it more than once.

And then there was the fact that you’re talking so easily to a General of the First Order. That’s something that’s never not going to be strange. Over the last few months, though, you have, at least, found some sense of normality in it. Hux is different than anyone you know, but he was fun to talk to, and you’d found yourself looking forward to your meetings lately, though you’d never admit that to him.

"Well,” you make a move to stand. Your meetings never last too long. You always leave before they get awkward. “I should probably go. I’ve already been here too long.”

He stands with you and looks at you for a moment – he’s taller than you are, and he looks down at you, but it’s not in a patronising way. You don’t feel that with him. He’s made it clear that he doesn’t care if you win, that he only wants Kylo dead. But you can’t help but feel that there’s something else deep down inside him that disagrees with that.

Armitage nods. “Probably for the best. Same time in two weeks?”

“Only if the world doesn’t end before that.”

Against his better judgment, he smiles.

―

Armitage watches as you leave.

There’s a small window in your meeting room. His lips twitch as he sees you wave at him as you move your TIE fighter away from the Steadfast. And then you’re gone as quickly as you came. Secretly and entirely unseen. He spends only a moment more in the small room before sneaking back to his quarters, thinking over your brief meeting.

For some strange reason, he’s grown to rather enjoy the meetings.

He enjoys the feeling of rebellion. He enjoys the rush of adrenaline that gives him. And even though it’s dangerous, he knows that it has to be worth it one day. If Kylo ends up dead, if you win. If you lose but Kylo ends up dead anyway. He smiles at the simple thought, but finds himself strangely uncomfortable with the idea of the Resistance losing.

He supposes you must have had some control on that change of heart.

As he sits down on the edge of his bed, he lifts up his lamp and looks at the small numbers engraved on the bottom of it – a frequency that nobody else knows but the two of you, for emergencies only. For times when he’d need to give you life-saving information, if the time ever arose. A reminder of everything he’s risking. You had your set meeting days, but this was different. He only hopes that he never has the occasion to use it.

For some strange reason, the idea of you hurt is one he finds rather unpleasant.

He’ll have to do something about that.

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