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wizardofrozz · 1 year

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OC Introduction

I finally decided to make a reference sheet for my oc in my current wip To Be Free. (technically this is kind of an introduction to this fic as well lol)

*the very quick art is mine*

Name: Nali Bosac

Nicknames/Codenames: Red, GZFC45426 (slicer code)

Species: Zeltron

Time Period: First Order/Resistance Era

Birthplace: Zeltros

Age: 28

Gender/pronouns: female, she/her

Occupation: Slicer for the Resistance

Myers-Briggs’ Type: INTJ - The Mastermind

And because I have no self-control and I’m excited, here’s a little sneak peek of To Be Free 🫣

Nali sighed through her nose, sneaking a look at Mak over the top of her cards. His face was wrinkled in concentration, eyes trailing over his cards for the thousandth time as his free hand traced the shape of one of his dark horns. This was why she fucking hated playing sabacc with him.

“Maker above, Mak, I’m gonna keel over before you take your turn,” she groaned, flopping over the back of her chair.

“Hey, I don’t rush you, now do I?” he countered primly. Nali groaned again, reaching up to scrub at her face, pressing her cards against her forehead. Mak hummed quietly and she had the urge to kick him in the shin until the soft rumble of Ren’s voice caught her attention. Ren’s office was large enough that they could sit at the small table in the corner opposite his desk and struggle to hear his conversation if he wanted privacy. Ren’s soft greeting piqued her interest and she let her hands fall away. Even from her inverted view, there was no mistaking the blue-tinted holo of General Organa.

“Okay, go ahead,” Mak cut in, sounding pleased with himself.

“Shh,” Nali snapped, sitting up fast enough to make her head spin. She twisted around in her seat, pulling one leg up as she very obviously eavesdropped on the meeting taking place. The general’s back was to her but she’d become an expert on reading Ren’s lips over the years.

“Wonder what she wants?” Mak mumbled, leaning across the table and making it groan quietly under his weight.

“Poe told me Leia sent him to pick up someone interested in joining,” Nali explained, squinting at her adopted father figure. She definitely didn’t jump when clover green eyes darted in her direction. Mak hummed in acknowledgment, blatantly staring at the conversation taking place; the pair shared a look when the general’s head turned slightly. She looked…amused from what they could see of her face, however, when the feed cut off, Ren didn’t look very happy.

“You two are insufferable,” Ren grumbled, leaning back in his chair and untangling a knot in the fur under his chin. Nali tried to arrange her face into something resembling guilt but Ren knew it was a facade. “You know, there are certain things that you two may not be allowed to know.”

“‘Course,” Nali chirped, sliding off her chair and making her way across the room to perch on the corner of his desk. Mak followed close behind, dropping into the chair opposite Ren. “You just never tell us to leave.” Ren rolled his head in her direction, pinning her with an unimpressed look that only made her smile.

“What’s goin’ on?” Mak asked, folding his hands behind his head.

“General Organa asked me to keep an eye on someone,” Ren explained, rubbing at one of his bloodshot eyes. Nali wondered how long it had been since he’d actually slept in his bed.

“Why?” the Devaronian pressed, his forehead wrinkling.

“The new medic,” Nali realized out loud, looking to the old Bothan for confirmation. “Makes sense; we’re on base regularly. Well, at least Mak and I are so she wants us to show him around, right?”

“Him?” Mak hummed and Nali didn’t like the glint in his eyes when he turned his head in her direction. He grunted when the toe of her boot landed between two of his ribs, one large hand immediately coming down to cover the area.

“Kids, play nice,” Ren said absently, already preoccupied with something on his datapad.

“Wonder if he’s cute?” Mak mused, holding out a hand to protect himself when Nali pulled her leg back to kick him again. “Who told you about him?”

“Probably Dameron,” Ren cut in, side-eying Nali.

“You two are like catty Jawas,” she hissed, rolling her eyes. Ren shrugged but she didn’t miss the way his snout wrinkled with a half-smile; Mak on the other hand unabashedly shot her a toothy grin. She really hated them sometimes.

“Are you gonna greet them at the landing pad?” Mak teased. Nali immediately bristled, baring her teeth; she took a tiny bit of pleasure when the bulky Devaronian shifted in his seat. For some reason, she loved the big idiot too much to ever actually hurt him but knowing he was at least a little scared of her almost made her smile.

“Calmak,” Ren warned with a sigh.

“I’m just wondering!”

“No, you’re picking on her,” Ren huffed, pressing his knuckles into one of his eyes.

“That’s what brothers are for,” Mak chuckled, nudging Nali’s leg with the toe of his boot. She turned enough for him to see her eye roll but it only made his smile grow wider. Asshole.

“Well it’ll be a little while before Dameron’s back with our new mystery medic,” Ren informed, blowing out a harsh breath through his nose. He sucked in a clean breath and propelled himself to his feet; Nali and Mak bit back their smirks when he groaned, reaching for his lower back. “Get out of my office, fuckin’ laserbrains.”

“Old man,” Mak and Nali chorused, although they sounded far too fond for it to be an insult. Ren grumbled under his breath, playfully bumping into Nali as he moved past her and she leaned into him, forcing him to stop or let her tip off the edge. Ren huffed and puffed about dealing with the pair constantly but they knew deep down that the old Bothan cared more than he wanted to admit. Ren made a familiar growling sound, one Nali knew was meant to be affectionate, and she smiled to herself. Nali was pushed forward slightly by Mak’s extra weight when he leaned against Ren’s other side.

“Love ya, old man,” Mak sighed, resting his chin on the top of Ren’s furry head.

“Yeah, yeah, love you both too,” Ren grumbled but Nali could hear the warmth in his voice. She leaned heavily against him and let herself enjoy one of the few moments of peace in their hectic lives.

A/N: Even though he isn’t in the snippet above, this is a Kix/OFC fic that includes two of my other OCs Calmak (Mak) Jemman and Ren Fay’limi (Nali’s found family). This fic has been consuming my thoughts for so long and the fact that my writer’s block is in full swing is killing me 😭

#star wars oc #star wars ofc #oc:nali bosac #resistance era #sequel trilogy fic #post stasis kix #kix x oc #kix x ofc #oc:calmak jemman #oc:ren fay'limi #clone medic kix #star wars fanfiction

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imabeautifulbutterfly · 2 months

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Ok, this is so fun! Congrats again!

I'll pick...Hunter (shocked, I'm sure.)

How about: "I don't think I've ever seen you smile" and "Oh, don't be cute"/"Wait, did you just say that I'm cute?"

Thanks!!

Carol (@clonethirstingisreal)

Thank you @clonethirstingisreal - I hope you love this Carol, it actually brought a smile to my face as I was writing it.

Enjoy, love oo.

One Meal

Warnings: knife flipping, allusions to loss, slight angst, fluff. I think that's it, if I miss any please let me know.

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Hunter flicked his knife back and forth in between his fingers, as he contemplated the next mission. Things were … different, since you joined. Not good or bad … just different. It been about six months, and yes, the Marauder was cleaner and didn’t have that lingering smell anymore, and yes, the meals had gotten better too, because you refused to just eat the ration bars the GAR provided. And … okay, it was nice to see your smiling face in the morning, compared to the miserable faces of his brothers.

Yet, he still felt awkward around you. He wanted to laugh with you, like you could so easily with Wrecker, to have deep discussion, like you could with Tech, even philosophical discussions like you did with Echo. Hell, he’d be happy if he could just do target practice with you, like you did with Crosshair, but … every time he opened his mouth, he was curt, short tempered, and on edge.

It wasn’t even your fault, it was just him.

He stood from his seat, heading down the ramp and taking in a breath of fresh air. You were cooking dinner, doing your best to teach Wrecker that just because salt tasted good, didn��t mean he had to put in a whole table spoon full.

It made him laugh a little as you tried to explain in your most patient voice possible, that you’d fix the dinner and Wrecker could go help Tech or Crosshair with something else. It was your polite way of saying ‘go away.’

Hunter tried but he couldn’t stop the smile on his lips, as he walked over to you.

"I don't think I've ever seen you smile" you pointed out as he walked up to you. “What’s got you so happy?”

“Oh, I just saw how you were very tactful with Wrecker. It was funny.”

You shrugged trying to fight back your own laughter as you tried to fix the stew, by adding more water, “He tried. I’m grateful he’s willing to learn.”

“Need help? I’m not completely inept when it comes to cooking.”

You looked a little surprised when he asked, not that his offering to help was a real shock, it was the fact you realized this was the first time you two had a proper conversation. “Um … yeah, if you don’t mind using your handy dandy knife there, that you like flipping around so much, to cut up some of these veggies so I can add them, that’d be great.”

Hunter chuckled at your description, as he nodded, taking a seat and getting to work, “Where did you learn to cook?” He asked, hoping to get to know you a little better.

“My mom and grandmother. They were adamant that I learn how to feed an army if I ever needed to …” you chuckled, “I had a big family, back home. Usually there would be around twenty of us for dinner.”

“Twenty? Did you have a lot of siblings?”

“No. It was just me. But I had uncles, aunts, cousins, friends, neighbours, anyone and everyone who needed a meal could always come to our place for dinner. We never turned away anyone in need of a good meal.”

“Sounds nice.”

“It was …” a sadness passed your face, as you thought back to what had once been your home, until the Separatist droid army showed up, and destroyed everything you had held so dear.

Hunter saw your smile slip, it pained him to see that you had been through so much, although he hadn’t heard about it directly from you, he did overhear what had happened when you were talking with Tech. “Well we appreciate all your efforts, especially when you’re trying to teach us neanderthals how to cook.”

You giggled a little, pushing away the sad thoughts that had encapsulated your mind for a split second, “You’re not neanderthals.”

“We’re not exactly proper either. Couldn’t say, we’re exactly suited for a posh dinner.”

You shook your head as you laughed, “You don’t need to be suited for a posh dinner, you just need to show up to eat.” You smiled as you turned to look at him, smirking as you saw how perfectly he cut each vegetable.

You walked over and grabbed the tray of veggies, and dropped them into the stew, “Thanks for your help.”

“Of course. Can I ask you a question?”

“Sure”

“Why do you take care of us? I mean granted the Marauder smells a lot better, and the meals you cook are much better than the GAR rations, but … why do you do it?”

You stirred the stew as you contemplated the question, “I guess … because you feel like family to me.” You turned to look at him, truthfully, he was the only one that you didn’t think of as family, you wanted something more with him, something special, but seeing as this was the first time you two actually talked, it might be a bit far-fetched to imagine that could possibly happen. “And, I love seeing how my food makes you guys happy. Wrecker, has the biggest smile on his face, whenever he eats when I cook. Tech has this adorable blush, although he’ll never admit how much he enjoys my cooking. And Crosshair … well he always comes back for seconds; and frankly, between you and me, he needs to eat more. He’s too skinny. I could break off his collarbone if I needed.”

“I enjoy it too,” Hunter clarified as he leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees, “I might not say it, but I always look forward to your cooking.” He blushed and turned his head away, not wanting you to see how much of an effect you had on him, and not just because of your cooking.

You laughed at his reaction, "Oh, don't be cute” you teased, “I might have to walk over there and pinch your cheeks.”

Hunter started to laugh, when he realized what you said, “Wait, did you just say that I'm cute?"

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castiwls · 27 days

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out of the woods - p.d

Pairing; poe dameron x fem!reader

Synopsis; based on the song 'out of the woods' by taylor swift

Prompt; 'remember when we couldn't take the heat, i walked out said im setting you free.'

Notes; I've never written for poe so i apologise if this is ooc

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“So you're breaking up with me?” Poe frowned from his place behind you. He crossed his arms over his chest letting out a sigh of disbelief.

“No. I’m not breaking up with you. I’m trying to keep you safe!” You snapped turning to face him. “I can’t lose you, and I refuse to be the reason you die, Poe!” You squeezed your eyes shut for a moment, pushing back the tears which threatened to spill.

Poe shook his head taking a step towards you. He reached out to gently grasp your arm before running a hand up it. “What happened with Ren wasn’t your fault.”

“Really?” You let out a breath. “Cause it certainly feels like it!” Part of you knew that Poe was right. That Ren would have tortured him anyway to get the map but another part of you knew that he only upped that torture when he found Poe’s connection to you.

At one point Ben Solo was someone who you’d class as a friend, you’d trained together for years before fallen to the dark. From what you knew, you were the sole survivor of the temple and that placed a large bounty on your head, and in turn Poe’s head.

“It’s safer this way,” You dropped your voice to a whisper moving to place a hand on his cheek. You felt him lean into your touch, his eyes closing slightly. “Doesn’t mean I like it.” He said taking a breath.

You nodded gently tracing your thumb over his cheek. “Promise me, when this is all over,” He gestured around him pulling back from your hand. “When we’ve won. You’ll come back to me.” He held your hands in his pressing a kiss to your knuckles.

“I promise.”

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Taking a breath you slowly began to walk down the ramp of the ship. Celebrations rang out all around you as more and more ships landed at the base. You’d done it. You’d actually won this war. The First order was gone for good and it seemed that peace may actually stay this time.

As you reached the bottom of the ramp you could feel people clapping you over the shoulder with congratulations as you passed. You continued to walk until you reached a clearing at the end of the base.

You stood silently for a moment, watching the sun slowly begin to set over the planet.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were hiding from me.” A voice called out behind you causing a smile to slowly form on your lips. “Not hiding…just waiting.” You turned to face him your smile growing.

Poe grinned brightly back at you. Besides a few cuts, he seemed relatively unscathed, much to your relief. “We won.” You slowly stepped closer to him, watching as he shrugged his shoulders. “You won. We just helped.” He pointed a finger to your chest. “You're the one who went face to face with a Sith and won.”

Letting out a quiet laugh you shook your head. “Yes, well. You were the one who took down the First Order,” You shrugged tilting your head. “I think we are both equal.”

Nodding he smiled. You both grew quiet for a moment before you felt him place a hand on your cheek. Rubbing your cheek with his thumb he stared at you for a moment. “If I recall, we had an agreement,” Poe whispered leaning down slightly. You tilted your head slightly, looking up at him. “I believe we did.”

A pit of butterflies began to swarm in your stomach as you felt him pull you closer with his other hand. Poe stared down at you a moment longer before leaning forward to connect your lips.

Letting out a small gasp you melted into his hold. Every worry you’d had over the last few years seemed to melt away as you stood in his arms. You knew you still had a long road ahead of you in terms of fixing everything the First Order had broken, but in that moment none of that mattered.

All that mattered was that you’d won.

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cissyenthusiast010155 · 1 year

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Infiltrate My Life ~Captain Phasma xFem Trainee!Reader

May the fourth be with you all!! I just needed an excuse to write another Fic for Phasma lol. Smutty Fic for Star Wars Day 😘🏳️‍🌈🖤

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Warnings: NSFW, 18+!!, implied masturbation, smut, thigh riding, spanking, spanking kink, mommy kink, implied pain kink…?, implied future smut, etc.

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You barely dodged a yet another swing, that Phasma sent your way.

You two had been sparring for hours by now.

You looked at the clock and it read 11:30pm…

You were a panting mess.

While the Captain was still energized and swinging at you.

You had been assigned to her as your training mentor, and unlike a lot of the other senior imperial staff, she took it seriously.

Physical Training every morning at 4:30.

Dieted Breakfast at 8.

Stealth Training at 9:30.

Dieted Lunch at 12:30pm.

Weapons Training at 2:30.

Gear Analysis & Training at 4.

Dieted Dinner at 5:30.

Sparring Session at 8.

She worked you around the clock, and still managed to get all of her other duties done with nothing short of perfection.

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When you had first met Phasma, you were immediately intimidated and a little scared.

And when they paired her as your mentor, you were at odds.

You had been picked up to be a covert operative, and the First Order had given you an Imperial Trooper Captain as your mentor…

But as soon as the Captain laid out her expectations, you quickly realized how serious and skilled she was.

She could without a doubt train an assassin.

~~~

Phasma threw another punch, but this one you didn’t dodge in time…

Her fist collided with your face, causing you to stumble back and fall on your ass.

You groaned in frustration.

You would never beat this woman…

“Again.” Phasma ordered.

You huffed, rubbing your nose slightly and then realizing your nose was bleeding…

Oh well…

you thought as you got back up, your breathing labored and your body sore and aching.

Again and again Phasma struck you down, until she had decided it was enough for today.

“You can go. I expect you here at 4:30am sharp.” Phasma commanded, before leaving you on the floor of the sparring ring.

You groaned again in frustration, smacking your hand against the mat in anger but quickly recoiling in pain.

You winced at your bruised hand, as images of Phasma pinning you down flashed in your head.

You sighed, feeling your core tense and heated as it usually was after your more intense sparring sessions.

You just couldn’t help it…

Sparring Sessions we’re the only time that Phasma ever took off her entire armor.

Or at least the only time in which you were ever present…

Every time she shoved you to the ground, brushed against your shoulder, pinned you to the floor, or just touches you in any way, sparks of electricity were sent or your core.

You knew this was dangerous…

This was not the business for developing feelings.

But you couldn’t stop what you felt.

So you suppressed it.

Unfortunately for you, that meant your mind only brought it up more…

So every night, once Phasma had ended your session, you were finally able to relieve the painful ache in between your legs before going to bed.

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The next morning you dragged yourself out of bed and into your training clothes.

You were tired and your mind was still fuzzy.

Today was leg day, so your mourning training would be in the weight room.

No one was awake at this hour, let alone lifting weights, so you walked the corridors in silence, which made you only more tired.

You entered the weight room with a yawn to find Phasma in her sparring wear still, leaning against a wall with a wicked smirk on her face.

You closed the door.

“Your late.” She sneered.

“Sorry… What will it be this time?” You mumbled.

Whenever you were late, Phasma would punish you with intense physical regimes…

“Something new…” Phasma taunted with that devilish smirk.

“Ok…” you said, not understanding what was going on with her.

“You know, I have to do security camera checks every few months. I did one last night.” She purred.

This was a new tone…

“Oh?”

She didn’t usually make small talk…

“Yes… And I saw something interesting…” her eyes twinkled with a new, dark substance.

Your stomache dropped.

She knew.

She had to know.

You hummed in response, not being able to form any words as your mind was spiraling.

“So today, we will be trying out a new punishment…” Phasma tauntingly purred.

You gulped.

Her tone sent shivers down your spine and sparks to your core.

“Yes Ma’am.” you whispered.

“Oh no, that won’t do… What was it you called me last night and the many nights before that…?” She wickedly toyed with you.

She’s seen the other ones as well…

You were so Fucked.

“I asked you a question, trainee.” Phasma jeered.

“Mommy…” you whispered, eyes glued to the floor and an intense blush scoring your face.

But this wasn’t satisfactory for Phasma.

“Look me in the eyes when you tell me what you call me when your hand in inbetween your legs and your screaming my name in pleasure.” Phasma lustfully commanded, her eyes now completely dark with lust.

You whimpered and looked into her hungry, lustful eyes, “Mommy…”

Phasma hummed and proceeded to straddle a weight lifting bench.

“Bend over Mommy’s lap.” She ordered.

“I… what..?” You breathlessly stuttered.

Phasma darkly chuckled, “Make Mommy repeat herself again and your punishment will be far worse…”

You audibly gulped, making Phasma grin at the effect she had on you.

You immediately went over to her and practically collapsed over her lap, your wobbly knees giving in.

Phasma then pulled down your pants along with your knickers and spread your legs so that your ass was raised her for her.

“Count. If you stop, forget, or miscount, Mommy starts over. Understand?” She jeered.

“Yes mommy…” you whimpered, wiggling your ass slightly in anticipation.

“Already so needy aren’t you, slut?” Phasma tauntingly purred.

But before you could say anything—

Smack!

Phasma had smacked her hand against your ass, hard…

You yelped and jolted forward a bit, “Fuck! One…”

“One what?” She sneered.

“One Mommy…!” You immediately replied, hoping she still counted that.

Her hum of approval told you that it counted.

Whack!

“Two Mommy!!” you yelped, your ass turning a blush pink color.

Crack!

“Threeeeeee fuck Mommy…!” You groaned.

“Such a slut…” Phasma chuckled.

Thwack!

“Four Mommy please…!” You mewled, your ass approaching tomato redness.

“Begging will get you nowhere, not when your being punished…”

Snap!

“F…FIVE Mommy!!” you cried out, the sting becoming harsher.

“I can already see your glistening slickness, slut… Is that all for mommy?” Phasma taunted.

Smack!

“Six Mommy yes yes all for you…!!” you cried, tears starting to well up and trickle down your face.

Phasma hummed in delight.

Whack!

“Sev—Seven! Mommy please Im… I’m sorry please!!” You stuttered in a cry, burring your face in her lap to muffle your sinful sounds.

But Phasma was quick to pull your head back up.

“No no slut… I get to here you…” she wickedly purred.

Crack!

“Eight FUCK Mommy!!” you cried, your voice going shrill.

Wetness was dripping down your inner thighs at this point.

Thwack!

“GOD please Nine Mommy…!!” you screamed.

“God won’t help you now…” Phasma chuckled, “Last one if your good, slut…”

“I’ll be good so good please mommy please!!” You plead.

Smack!

“TEN MOMMY!!” you cried out.

Phasma then started to rub your red, raw ass lightly, causing you to let out a breath of relief.

She then lowered her lips to the shell of your ear and whispered,

“If you ever touch yourself without my permission again, I’ll bend you over my lap and spank you in the dining hall in front of everyone…”

You gulped.

“Yes mommy…” you choked out, your voice strained.

You squirmed in her lap, suddenly feeling extremely desperate and in need of relief.

Phasma darkly chuckled at your efforts, and she easily picked you up to straddle her thigh.

Instinctually, you bucked your hips against the blondes toned thigh.

But she stopped your administrations.

“Tell me what you want, slut…” she purred in your ear.

“Wanna Ride your thigh and cum on it… please mommy…?” You whimpered, desperate for some friction.

“Alright, slut… ride my thigh…” she permitted.

But you didn’t ride her thigh, no…

You rutted against her thigh.

Fast, sloppy jerkings of your hips as you desperately fucked yourself on her thigh…

You fell apart in minutes.

Your body spasming and collapsing on top of Phasma.

“Thank you mommy…” you mumbled.

Phasma chuckled and rolled her eyes, “If you ever call me that when it’s outside this scenario, I will kill you myself slowly and painfully.”

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crucifiedfaerie · 6 months

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Gods & Monsters ༉₊˚✧

GodOfDeath!Kylo Ren x Fem!Reader AU

(THIS IS A DARK!FIC PLEASE READ ALL WARNINGS AND THE AUTHORS NOTE BEFORE PROCEEDING !!!)

➴ Summary: Death has followed you like a shadow your entire life. After losing everything, you call out to him in a moment of desperation. Maybe that was his plan all along.

➴ Word Count: 2.2k

➴ Warnings: 18+ MDNI under any circumstances, DARK!FIC, fem!reader, dom!kylo, a lot of angst, BLOOD, major and minor character death, reader is suicidal, kylo is the god of death, kylo is obsessive, selfish, and manipulative, stalker!kylo, reader is naïve, a little soft!kylo bc he loves her but again he's selfish so should i really call it that ??, soul selling, SMUT (manipulation therefore DUB-CON, very rough sex, unprotected PiV sex, sadist!kylo for a second ??, naked sub/fully clothed dom, dacryphilia kind of, light bruising, blasphemy and sacrilege), typos probably

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A/N: guys did i just lowkey write a snuff fic? maybe. (yes) its left up to you to decide if this has a happy ending or not. kylo is selfish and manipulative, yeah, but hes also sexy and in love so idek how to feel myself. @enviedear and i have been playing around with the idea of godofdeath!kylo in our dms so special thanks to liv my beloved <3 i hope you guys enjoy and i also completely understand if some of you aren't chill with the themes of this fic.

It appeared that death followed you wherever you went, trailing behind you like an invisible shadow you couldn't escape. It started when you were younger with any pet you would get mysteriously dying, you don't know when but at some point you had given up on trying to keep them. Friends and family followed suit over the years, all of them as tragic as the last one. It was as if Death was puppeteering your life, tugging on the strings that held your heart together... and you didn't quite understand why.

You couldn't seem to remember what it was you'd been thinking about on your walk home. Maybe it was what your mother had decided to make for dinner. You stared at the pot still boiling in the eerily quiet kitchen. Or perhaps it was how you had promised your sister you'd play with her when you came home. Your eyes darted to the toys that had been carelessly scattered over the floor of your family's shared bungalow, noticing how a light mist of crimson coated them.

You tried to remember, but one singular word kept interrupting your thoughts. Blood. All you could smell... was blood.

You tried to scream but it was as if the air had been stolen from your lungs. All you could see was red. Red. Red everywhere. On the floors. On the walls. When you saw them, the shriek that escaped your heaving chest pierced the silence of your home, bouncing off the walls and ringing in your ears.

Your family was dead. Slaughtered and discarded on the floor as if they were simply livestock.

As you backed away, you nearly slipped in the puddle you realized you were standing in. The sticky, wet sound your shoes made as you moved was revolting and you felt acid burning at your throat. You stumbled into the living room, just barely making it to the soft carpet before falling to your knees. You heaved, but nothing happened, your empty stomach having nothing for your body to forcibly expel.

You collapsed to the floor, body wracked with sobs. You screamed and screamed until you thought your vocal cords might tear.

Gone. They're all gone.

You don't know how long it had been. Maybe hours, maybe days. You laid there, your screams subsided to sobs and you wanted nothing more than to be with them... No, you wanted to be them.

Why couldn't it have been me? Why my mother? Why my sister? Please, I just want to die. Please Please.

For what felt like an eternity, you silently begged for death. How ironic, you thought, that you begged for the thing that had taken everything from you. You had already dealt with plenty of loss to last you several lifetimes, and now you had lost the last two people you loved. There was no physical pain on this planet that would ever compare to what you felt now. You only wanted it to be over.

You saw something out of the corner of your eye. A tall, dark figure, lurking in the shadowy corner of the room. You looked up, attempting to blink the tears from your raw eyes, unable to make out any distinct features of the being that stood before you.

"You- Did you do this?!" You sobbed. "Did you k-kill my..." You couldn't even say it. If you said it out loud, that meant it was real.

The figure stepped forward, allowing light from the window to cast down upon him. Your teary eyes widened as you realized who this man... this being, was. The aquiline nose, dark locks, and scar that trailed down his cheek you'd recognize anywhere. Kylo Ren, the God of Death, stood before you. You had only heard of him in legends, but he was even more marvelous looking in person.

"I do not take. I only collect." Ren said firmly, yet a hint of compassion laced his words, making you feel... safe? In any other situation, you would have laughed at the idea of feeling safe around the literal personification of death itself, but you were in no mood for laughing. He continued. "I hear souls call out to me, and I answer."

"My family... who did this? Why wasn't I-" You choked out, weakly pointing to the adjacent room behind you. You began to sob again, feeling hot tears run down your face.

"Raiders..." Ren knelt on the floor in front of you, getting down to your level before continuing. "Sweet, mourning lamb, there's nothing you could have done. They went quickly, I made sure of that." He reached out a large hand to gingerly wipe the tears from your face, and you melted into the divine warmth of his fingers.

"Did you come b-back for me too? Please, I don't want to be here anymore- I can't do it without them, please! I'm nothing!" You begged him through sobs.

"Not to me." Ren sighed calmly, a sympathetic smile resting on his expression. "I do not answer the calls of souls whose time are not up... but you're different, special..." He trailed off, his voice still firm but sounding like he was was pondering something.

"I don't understand..." Your voice was just above a whisper.

Ren paused for a moment, the two of you sitting in silence as his dark eyes scanned yours. He held out his hand to you and finally spoke. "I want you to join me. Let it all die, let everything go, and I will give you what you so wish for."

Your eyes widened at his request, staring into his intense gaze. "Join you?" You croaked.

He nodded slightly. "Rule by my side, little lamb. I feel so drawn to you, I always have... And I know you've felt it too." His tone was soft, but there was a small shred of desperation there.

"And everyone I love? My family and friends?... Will I see them again?" You began to turn your head to look at the door to the kitchen, but a strong hand grabbed your chin at light speed, turning your head to look at him again.

"No- You're still... Holding on! Let go!" Ren raised his voice, startling you. He was inches from your face and his eyes were filled with pure panic, as if he were afraid you were changing your mind.

Memories of your family and friends played like a movie reel in your head. So many moments that you'd never get back. They were gone, and you'd never see them again. What's done is done and you had nothing now.

But as you stared into Ren's wild, dark eyes, you saw an offer being handed to you that you couldn't refuse. An option to never be alone again. To forget every detail of your life as it stands. To not feel the pain that laid so heavily on your heart and soul.

I understand.

You inhaled sharply before placing your shaking and much smaller hand in his. "I'll join you." You said it so quietly, you weren't sure if he had even heard it.

Ren certainly did, however, and within seconds he pounced, closing the gap between you. It was as if your words were an invitation he had been eagerly waiting for and his warm lips crashed into your cold, trembling ones. You felt every emotion at once coursing through your body, and you thought you might spontaneously combust at any moment.

The kiss of death.

He did not pull away though, he only continued to kiss you with more urgency. He pushed you backwards until your back was pressed against the plush carpet. When you touched him, he felt like he was made of marble. As if you needed any more emphasis on the fact that this was no human man that loomed over you.

Ren's large hands began to explore your body, his fingers running along your sides, causing a warm bolt of electricity to shoot through your core. You instinctually moaned against his mouth, and you felt him smirk.

He trailed his mouth down your neck, leaving red and purple marks, before pulling away to admire his work. "You already look so divine in this life... I can't begin to imagine what you'll look like in the next." Ren's voice was low, smooth, and his words dripped with honey. It elicited another moan from you, causing him to let out a dark chuckle.

At near light speed, he practically ripped your clothes off, pulling your shirt over your head first before making quick work of your pants and underwear. You were left naked and writhing on the floor as you watched him work at his belt, kneeling over you.

You couldn't help but think of how morally wrong this all was. This was no simple kiss of death... No, this was blasphemous. Sacrilegious in every sense of the word and you... loved it. You loved how your body betrayed you every chance it got, ignoring every single alarm bell that rang in the part of your brain that clutched onto what little was left of your sanity. It was exhilarating.

With quick fingers, Ren freed his cock from the confines of his pants, causing it to spring upwards. You marveled at him, wondering if maybe this was his weapon of choice. Maybe he would impale you on his dick and literally fuck you to death. You saw him smirk as if he had heard your thought. He most certainly did.

You watched, your body trembling, as he lined himself up with your entrance. Ren did not give you a moment to think before slamming himself into you, bottoming out within seconds. Your view of him was clouded by white-hot stars and he watched as your face contorted from the pain and pleasure of being split in two by him.

Ren's thrusts were erratic, unrelenting as he plowed into your cunt. His fingers dug into your hips, surely leaving bruises... not that it would matter tomorrow. You were completely cock drunk, under some divine spell he had surely cast over you. "Feels... s-s-so.... g-" You trailed off, lost in the violent pleasure he inflicted on your small frame.

He chuckled at your futile attempt to form a sentence. "Look at you, little lamb. Already coming undone at my hand. You want release so badly don't you?" His voice was full of compassion but his words were laced with darkness.

You knew it wasn't only your impending climax that he was referring to. You whined, your eyes welling with tears as you nodded frantically. "Please." You let out in a choked sob.

Ren let out a moan and angled his hips to thrust into you deeper, hitting your g-spot again and again with each erratic snap of his hips. He leaned down slowly, his hair tickling your cheek. "Then let go, sweet thing. Let everything go." He whispered in your ear.

You became putty in Ren's hands as you came, clenching around his cock as he continued to violently plow into you. His lips found yours and he kissed you with wild desperation. After a few more thrusts, he followed suit, bottoming out one last time and letting out a groan as he came deep inside of your cunt.

As you came down from your high, you watched hazily as he fumbled with something on the side of his belt. Ren looked down at you with adoration, and with a swift movement of his hand, you felt ice-cold metal pressed against your naked chest.

When you looked down, it took you a moment to process what had happened. Ren had impaled you through the chest with his lightsaber... yet you felt no pain. Only an intense warmth that radiated through every cell of your body.

Your eyes darted up to his face, illuminated in the crimson glow of his weapon. His expression was soft, attentive. You tried to speak but only a choked whine came out, the air having been stolen from your lungs by the fiery plasma that crackled inside of you.

Ren quickly brought his hand up to hold the side of your face, wiping stray tears and gently stroking your jaw with his thumb. You didn't even realize you had started crying again and you began to taste copper. "Shhh, don't be frightened my mourning lamb. It will all be over soon, just let go... Let go, and you will be mine forever..." His voice was deep but it had a sickeningly sweet quality to it.

You couldn't fully decipher what he was saying, so you focused on how nice he sounded instead. How merciful, you thought, for this voice to be the last one you'd ever hear on this mortal plane.

Your vision began to tunnel in on Ren's face. You thought you heard him call you his mourning lamb. What was it you were mourning again? You couldn't seem to remember what originally got you into this situation. You couldn't seem to remember anything. Anything besides Kylo Ren, that is.

"Finally... At last, you are mine."

The last thing you saw was the smile on his face. There was something... dark about it. His eyes were intense and he looked excited, as if he were finally getting something he'd been waiting ages for. Before you could dwell on it for too long though, everything went black.

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hello officially requesting sex pollen phasma fic as discussed >:)

it's here :))))))) please do not hesitate to leave a comment if you feel so inclined, it makes my heart sing <3333

#captain phasma #captain phasma x reader #phasma x reader #star wars #star wars sequel trilogy #gwendoline christie #this fic is downright depraved lol #i will produce my own garbage and also consume it

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New fic by @silverjirachi out wahoo wahoo! Go support it!!

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gloomwitchwrites · 3 months

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Morning Peace

Ben Solo x Reader

Content & Trigger Warnings: hurt/comfort, fluff, domestic, cuddles, kisses, vaguely referenced Kylo Ren past, force sensitive reader, big spoon/little spoon

Word Count: 730

You give Ben comfort after a night terror.

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A shake.

A stretch of breath.

A sudden, sharp jolt.

“Ben?”

Twisting in the bedsheets, you reach out to find him in the dark. His answer is a pained whimper, more wounded animal than human sob. It’s heartbreaking, a cold wrench beneath your ribs.

Ben hasn’t had an episode in some weeks. He seemed to be getting better. But you always know what to do. It is embedded within you, but it all depends on what Ben is experiencing.

His upper body jerks suddenly, more of a thrash than a sudden burst of movement.

Space. This requires space.

Your hand hovers nearby but does not make contact. The signs to engage with him are not there, and you know from past experiences how volatile these episodes can be. The dark side still clings to him when it can, festering when his walls are down and he is unable to completely defend himself.

Letting it run its course is all you can do until he starts to calm. Only then can you truly lend your support. There have been one too many times in the past when you tried to console him while in the midst of his thrashing, and Ben lashed out without knowing he’d done so. You never told him about those times, because you know how’d awful he’d feel upon learning that he might have hurt you.

As the gnarled whimpering eases, and Ben’s body begins to soften, you gently rest your hand on his upper arm. Squeezing lightly is your way of silently telling him that you’re here with him. That everything is all right.

Ben’s breathing evens out, and you quietly turn over in the bed, lifting the sheets enough to curl up behind him. You mold your body to his, resting your forehead against his back, your arm draping over his side to slide upward and press against his chest.

Through the Force, you sense an overwhelming sense of calm radiating from Ben, a gentle river in a green forest. You tap into it, and by connecting with it, you connect with him. You hear his heartbeat and how it adapts to your own. The two becoming one.

Sleep comes quickly, and it isn’t until the gentle light of morning that you’re shifted around, strong arms wrapping around you to pull you in.

“Ben,” you giggle, as his lips find the underside of your jaw and travel down your neck. You playfully push at him even as Ben pushes you deeper into the bed, tangling the both of you further around the sheets.

When you manage to snag yourself from his grasp for a moment, you find him smiling, the stretch of his lips tugging toward his ears. He is so bright and handsome in the morning light that shines in from a crack in the curtains. Waves crashing against rock reach your ears, and you sigh heavily, matching his smile.

Ben’s gaze roams over your face as the tips of his fingers brush across the curve of your jaw. As he watches, his smile softens.

“I had another last night, didn’t I?” he asks softly, already knowing the answer.

“You did,” you reply.

Ben visibly swallows, licks his lips, the scar across his face stretching slightly with the movement. “I felt…you. Afterward. I don’t remember anything. Just—just you. And the peace.”

You snuggle in closer until your chin almost rests against his chest. “How do you feel now?”

Ben tips his head forward and places a chaste kiss to the top of your head. “Grateful,” he finally says.

“How so?”

Ben shifts his body back a bit so he can gaze at you from behind his dark lashes. “Without you, I’d simply be existing in a galaxy that doesn’t want me. But with you, I have someone.”

You shake your head. “There are people out there that still care about you, Ben.”

“No,” he says. “Not like you do.”

Ben’s dark locks fall around his face as he closes the distance. This kiss is not chaste. It is sweet and passionate and warms you everywhere. When he breaks away, you don’t want him to leave.

“I love you,” he whispers, before settling in the bed, drawing you to him.

You allow him this, pulling you in for a just a bit longer before the two of you have to answer the day.

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haveyoureadthisfanfic · 1 month

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Summary: Left alone in the shuttle, FN-2187 yanks off his helmet with shaking hands. It is the eleventh time he’s done this.

Author: @triscribe

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rose-red-ink · 2 months

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And if your life is ever torched

Or if you know the pain I sing

Then will you sing with me this chorus

And we will cut through people's hearts and free them

- The Flight of Kings by The Classic Crime

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I've never done any web weaving before, but this new fic has been inspiring me in many fun new ways!

I've been having a lot of fun writing Finn's arc in my rewrite of the sequel trilogy, found here

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imabeautifulbutterfly · 2 months

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Hi! Sorry, I'm new here 😊 congrats on your follower milestone!!

May I please request prompts 17 and 34 with my beloved Sergeant, Hunter? 🥰🥰

Thank you so much! Looking forward to seeing what you come up with 💜

@photogirl894 Hello love,

I know I said I'd probably wouldn't have time today, but turns out I had enough time to write this one out quickly. I hope you like it. I actually quite enjoyed this one.

Love oo,

Too Close

Warnings: Explosions, blaster fire, falling from a height, injuries, blood, shrapnel, medical procedure, angst, fluff, comfort, hurt. I think that's it, if I miss any please let me know.

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Hunter let out a sigh of relief as you both made it on board the Marauder. His eyes flitted over to your face, you were still unconscious, knocked out from the loss of blood, you’d be stirring soon according to Tech, but it wasn’t making his anxiety calm down. He couldn’t help wondering if there was something he could’ve done differently.

The fog from the explosions, dust and debris was getting beyond bearable, you couldn’t stop coughing as you hid behind the cargo crate. Your helmet had been shattered when you smashed it against the ground when your rappelling cable broke. Thankfully it was only when you were eight feet from the ground, but it could’ve been much worse than a broken helmet.

Of course, it didn’t help that you were stuck hiding behind the crate with Hunter, because a piece of shrapnel embedded itself in your thigh, and was doing little to hamper the loss of blood. They always tell you to leave the shrapnel in, until you saw a medic, but at this point, you’d be lucky to just see the next twenty minutes.

You pushed down hard on the wound, Hunter’s bandana doing little to help as he tried to wrap it around your thigh.

“Hunter, leave me” you shouted over the explosions and blaster fire. These Separatist droids weren’t backing down.

“Stop talking, it’ll make you pass out faster.”

“Hunter please!” You grabbed the lip of his chest plate and got him to look at you, “I can’t see you dying. So please, go!”

“I’m not dying and neither are you so stop distracting me and press on the wound!” His hand engulfed your thigh pressing down hard, stopping the trickle of blood that had pooled under your thigh.

Before you could speak another rain of debris showered over you, Hunter pulled you under him as he shielded you with his torso. “Please… I can’t … I can’t see you get hurt because of me.” You pleaded to the man who held your heart and soul, your eyes welled up with tears as you looked at him, “Please, Hunt …”

His eyes widened, it was a nickname you reserved for him only during your quiet time together, only in the privacy of your quarters did you ever call him Hunt. You must have been in a really bad shape if his nickname slipped through your lips.

“No! Listen, I don't care what happens to me. I'm not leaving you." He pressed his helmeted forehead against yours, as his now bloodied glove caressed your cheek, “I won’t. Now stay alive and stay awake. That’s all you have to do, Tech will get us out of here. So DON’T DIE ON ME! THAT’S AN ORDER SOLDIER!”

You chuckled at his demeanour, loving him all the more, “Yes, sir!” You saluted.

He chuckled and focused back on the droids in front of him. He sent another ping to Tech, time was running out, he needed to get you to a medical facility soon.

His eyes glanced back over to you, you were starting to stir. Your eyes fluttered open, as they looked around the Marauder for him, he gripped your hand, “Easy, easy. You’re safe.” His soft tone calmed you down.

You squeezed his hand, as you looked him over, “Injuries?”

Hunter closed his eyes and shook his head, “I’m fine. Tech stopped the bleeding on your thigh and removed the shrapnel. We’re heading to a medical frigate now, you’ll be as good as new in a few days.” His hand reached up as the back of his fingers caressed your cheek. You closed your eyes and leaned into his hand.

“You didn’t leave.”

“I couldn’t.”

“But you could’ve been…”

“If you die, I’ll die right beside you. I’m not leaving you. Ever.”

You looked at him with a loving smile, and full of adoration in your eyes.

“What?” He chuckled.

You shook your head, as you looked at him smiling softly, “I just wanted to say thank you for protecting me.” You pressed a kiss to his fingers, “And that I love you.”

“I love you. But don’t ever do that to me again.” Tears welled up in his eyes, “I thought I was going to lose you out there…” his tone shifted as his breathing trembled, “I can’t lose you cyar’ika. I … I can’t …”

“Shhh, come here” You motioned for him to rest his head on your shoulder, as you hugged him close. It wasn’t the first time you’ve been injured but it certainly had been the closest you’ve ever been to shaking hands with death. You both held each other close, reminding each other you were still there.

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stormkobra-5 · 2 years

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Prompt one with poe 😩😵

Prompt: 1) one muse putting their hand over the other’s mouth while they have sex + Poe Dameron

Rating/Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI, NSFW, handjob, teasing, light softdom!reader, kindasub!Poe, switch!Poe, purely porn without plot, I took this prompt and ran with it, unprotected PiV, slight fingering, male masturbation

“Yeah! Oh, yeah! Don’t stop!”

You tore your hand away from Poe’s clothed crotch in alarm, leaving him a panting mess. His curls flew in every which way, dark irises blown black with lust as his hips jerked forward to try and chase your touch. His head rolled so that he could look at you, almost betrayed, rather than thrown back in blissful ecstasy. “Wha… why’d you stop?” He almost sounded whiny. It was kind of a turn-on that he needed your hands on him so badly.

But you were also really hoping that nobody heard him fucking yelling. “You were being really loud!” You whispered frantically. A storage closet off the main hangar was not the place for him to scream your name. He could do that in bed, in your quarters.

“I was?” Poe breathed harshly, lips kiss-swollen and eyes unfocused. “Oh… Uh… Can you keep touching me? Please? Baby?” Hearing him beg for you made your heart jump a little.

It wouldn’t be too terrible if you teased him… just a little bit… right?

“Poe, you’re being too loud.”

He let out some kind of whimper as he bit his lip, palming himself through his pants desperately. “Baby, please, I c-can’t…”

“Can’t what Poe?” You teased, arching a brow as innocently as possible. Poe whined, undoing his belt and pants for some relief from how tight they were becoming. Your eyes widened a bit at the significant bulge in his boxers as he ground his crotch into his hands.

“C-can’t— can’t cum without you, baby, please—”

You actually aw’d. It was more arousing than you thought it would be for Poe to beg for you like this. It gave you a surge of confidence you didn’t expect. You smiled softly, dragging your fingers through his hair. Poe started to jerk himself off faster as you tugged at the roots, moaning softly. “You want to cum?”

“Please, baby, please— c-can I—“ You pulled his hand away from his crotch gently, urging him to use his words. Poe struggled to form a coherent sentence, breath ragged in his throat. “Can I cum inside you, Y/N, please—“

Cumming inside you— together, specifically— was Poe’s favorite way of orgasming. Mixing yourselves together like that was just something so intimate and close that he needed it with you, the woman he loved; although he didn’t get to do it all the time. In fact, it’d probably been a week or two since he’d last been able to.

But still.

This could be fun.

“Tell you what,” You whispered in his ear, making him groan, “If you can keep from cumming, touching me, and making any noise until I say so, you can cum inside me. Deal?”

“Oh, Maker, baby, yes—“

“Shhh!” You chastised, making him shut up aside from deep panting breaths. “No noise! Not a peep! Or you’ll be cumming all over my hands, okay?”

Poe nodded, gripping the rail behind him as tightly as possible. His eyes followed your every movement as you came forward, brushing your fingertips over the waistband of his boxers before trailing lower. His eyes rolled back into his head, jaw falling open as you traced the outline of his cock. His hips rocked against you, and he bit back a shaky groan as you gently squeezed the head, placing a kiss on his cheek.

Without giving him time to think, you reached in and grabbed hold of the base. Poe’s head flew back, a strangled gasp emanating from him. “No noise, baby,” You whispered, nipping at his jaw. “This is your first warning. You get three of them… Unless you need me to stop, okay?”

He frantically nodded as you pulled him out of his boxers. With one hand, you pulled toward the tip before you pushed slowly back down, smearing pre-cum down his thick length. Your other hand was focused on brushing the hair off his forehead and out of his eyes as you pumped him, tiny whimpers and moans escaping his lips. You let those slide— Poe was a very vocal person. Trying to make him stop completely would be downright cruel.

So when he passed your second, and your third warning, letting out ever-louder moans and whimpers, you knew that you didn’t have the heart to stop him from cumming inside you— but that would happen anyway if you got caught. You clamped a hand gently over his mouth as Poe’s thrusts into your fist faltered, eyes rolled far back in his head as his body trembled with the strain of fending off his orgasm. You let go of his cock, making him groan into your palm as he tried to focus on keeping his orgasm at bay.

You kissed him softly. “You okay?” After he weakly nodded, you whispered, “You were such a good boy, Poe. You ready to cum?”

“Yes— yes, please, yes—“

You were hardly able to move before Poe had switched your positions, pressing you against the wall and railing and hurrying to undo your pants. Desperately, he yanked them off of you and hiked your legs over his hips, slipping his hand between you in order to explore your heat, making sure you were ready for him. He entered you in one swift move with a deep groan of relief. He didn’t give you time to adjust. He immediately began slamming his hips into yours; you captured his lips with yours to stifle his cries of ecstasy— and to muffle yours, as Poe angled his hips to hit that spot deep inside you that made you see stars.

Because of you edging him— and the effects his voice and begging had on you— neither of you were going to last long, and you both knew it. His fingers began to frantically massage your clit, and it wasn’t long before you felt the tension building, coiling in your lower belly, as Poe’s thrusts faltered.

“Y-Y/N,” Poe breathed into your ear, “Cum with me— c-can you cum— shit, Maker—“

With a searing kiss, you came into each other. Your bodies shook as they writhed together, trying to seek further intimacy somehow even as you tightened around him, letting him spill deep into you. “Poe,” You breathed into a tender kiss. He held you against him, rocking his hips to help ride out your highs in the post-orgasm afterglow.

When Poe started smiling into the kiss, you broke away for air, keeping your foreheads pressed together. “What?”

Poe licked his lips, tasting the remnants of you. “You were amazing, babygirl… Why don’t we go back to our quarters so I can give you as many orgasms as you deserve, huh?”

You couldn’t help but giggle at the urgency with which he said it. He trailed a line of kisses across your jaw and to your neck, smiling into your skin. “Thanks for taking care of me, sweetheart...” He nipped playfully at your jaw with a smile in his voice. “But now it’s my turn to make you feel good.”

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sithlordsae · 5 months

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& my warrior.

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a-fic-reviewer-757 · 5 days

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Satan Wears A Rolex

by: AquaWolfGirl | word count : 212,741 | AO3 | chapters: 35/35 | rating : explicit

Summary:

An aspiring writer who’s moved to New York City from Arizona, Rey Kenobi gets an in at General Fashion Magazine thanks to her friend Finn, a photographer. Working under head copy editor Poe Dameron, she thinks she’s found her place in the journalist world. But when Kylo Ren, Editor-in-Chief, needs a new assistant, she finds herself thrust into the line of fire. She tells herself that, after this job, she can work anywhere she wants, including The Skywalker Report. But will she last that long?

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I’ve been in the Reylo fandom for a while now since the force awakens i’ve been here and never have I encountered a Reylo fic ( apart from love hypothesis if you know you know ) in which I liked the characterization of both Kylo and Rey so much. I love the relationship. I love how the writer embraces the fashion world in this AU . But I especially love their relationship how it can be very hot and smutty ( which I would put in the tags ), but I love the fluff and the angst is on another level so might be my favourite Reylo fanfic yet !

@aquawolfgirl your work is amazing !!

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cissyenthusiast010155 · 1 year

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Hear me out because I absolutely need an enemies to lovers style captain Phasma X jedi reader hate fuck

Ooooooooh yes! I would absolutely love to write this 🤤 This takes place before episode 7 btw, when the first order is looking for Skywalker but hasn’t captured Poe yet.

Rock Bottom ~Captain Phasma xFem Jedi!Reader

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Warnings: NSFW, 18+!!!, smut, enemies to lovers, degrading kink, strap fucking, hate fucking, grey/questionable consent area…?, etc…

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It was the time of the First Order. And they were desperate for Luke Skywalker.

Recently, there had been a tip off of an extremely powerful jedi hiding off on a deserted moon on the edge of the galaxy.

The tip off had said a jedi had shut down a First Order inspection of the moon with ease.

“Sir, we’re coming up on the moon.” a first order officer reported to Kylo Ren.

“Good. Captain, I want you to at my side.” Ren commanded, motioning towards Phasma.

“Yes, sir.” Phasma replied.

The first order’s ship landed on the deserted moon and began their search for Skywalker.

The nearby suns were cresting at high noon, when Ren tilted his head sensing a pull from the force.

“This way.” He directed the selective group of troopers.

The group made their way through a thick forest before coming to a clearing with a hut in the middle of it.

There was still smoke coming from the chimney…

“Captain, take a line of men to make sure he doesn’t escape. The rest of you, surround the hut.” Ren ordered

The men slowly crept up around the hut, as Phasma took some troopers to the edge of the forest.

Phasma watched as the men then invaded the hut with shouts.

But it was empty…

Suddenly, Phasma heard a snap of a twig behind her.

She turned around and caught a glimpse of something rustling away from her position.

“Lieutenant, keep the troopers in formation!” Phasma shouted as she ran off to follow the movement.

From a distance one could see the lieutenant terrified and explaining the situation to Kylo Ren, who was quick to follow the Captain.

As Phasma ran deeper into the woods, so did you.

You both could feel Ren on your heels.

You were a surviving jedi who had barely escaped with your life on multiple occasions now.

As you ran through the trees, you tripped.

You tripped and hit your head on a tree stump.

Hard.

You tried to get up and keep running but you were met with a blackened vision and immediate dizziness.

You could barely see a shimmering trooper running towards you.

And that’s when you passed out.

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You had been the captive of Ren for a week now.

Or at least that was your guess.

You were held in a windowless room and tortured on the regular.

What you assumed to be every day, Ren would come in and try and extract the location of Skywalker from you.

But you couldn’t tell him.

You didn’t know.

After what you assumed to be three weeks, Ren was getting frustrated.

You had been trained explicitly for using the force as a defense for the mind and Ren couldn’t penetrate you.

One particular harsh day, Ren was going on for hours…

After awhile, Captain Phasma stepped in and requested Ren.

With a huff, Ren stepped back from you, who was on the border of unconsciousness.

“If you’d let me take a stab at her, I’m sure I could have her talking.”

You heard the Captain say in a muffled tone.

Then you vaguely recall seeing a frustrated Kylo Ren storm off.

You sighed.

You assumed that meant you were done for the day.

But the Captain then came in.

She then proceeded to undo you from the torture chair and drag you down the hallway to your cell.

She threw you on the ground and turned around to close and lock the door.

You tried to stifle a groan, but it slipped out anyway.

You heard Phasma chuckle.

You got yourself to lean against the cell wall and looked to find Phasma standing and leaning against the opposing wall.

“You’re a curious one, aren’t you, jedi scum…” Phasma stated.

You said nothing but simply stared her down with your body shaking and your breathing labored.

Phasma then crouched down, mere inches away from your face, and you raised your head to meet her helmet.

“I’ll have you talking in days…” She taunted, although her tone was extremely serious.

You dryly laughed a bit, “What are you gonna do, torture me?”

At your words, her hand was on your neck and squeezing.

You whimpered at the touch, unable to stifle your sounds.

“You’re going to wish I tortured you…” She seethed.

She then let you go and left with a slam of the door.

You gasped for air.

On the other side, you could hear a muffled Phasma yelling, “No on is to go in there and no one is to give her anything!”

It was then that your body gave out on you and lost consciousness.

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You spent the next few days in the dark with no one and no food and no water.

Finally, you heard the click of the door and light flooded into your cell, causing your cell lights to switch on as well.

You winced.

The door closed again and you heard the click of the lock.

Once your eyes had adjusted, you saw a tall woman in front of you.

Fuck was she stunning…

Your thoughts had started to spiral from all the depravity from the last few days.

She was wearing a basic training uniform, but she didn’t look like a basic first order trooper…

You could spend days imaging what she’d look like underneath that ill suited uniform…

The woman crouched down to your lied down figure, grabbing you by the chin and lifting you to your feet.

Successfully pinning you to the wall.

“Does my Jedi scum feel like talking now…?” Phasma jeered.

Oh Fuck…

It clicked for you now.

It was Phasma…

“Fuck you!” You spat in her face.

Phasma chuckled darkly.

“Just remember I gave you a way out…” She sneered with glimmering eyes.

Your stomache was a pit…

You knew very well what tension was between the two of you…

Without warning, Phasma flipped you around, caging your hands above your head with one hand and tilting her chin sideways with her other.

Your breathing was erratic.

Your pupils were blown wide.

“You want something scum?” Phasma taunted.

You gulped and stayed silent.

She then pressed her body against yours, squishing you against the wall.

Oh, OHhhHHh Fuck…

You couldn’t help the whimper that escaped your throat from the bulge you felt ghost grinding against your ass.

She was packing…

You were trying your best to take deep breaths, but your body was reacting against your will.

You found yourself pressing your ass against her bulge.

Phasma wickedly chuckled again, “Already so needy, slut?” she taunted you.

Your heart raced tripled at that nickname…

“No...” You gritted out, which both of you knew was an obvious lie…

“Really?” She mock-taunted, “So if I were to slip my finger in your cunt, your telling me that you wouldn’t be soaked and your walls wouldn’t flutter in desperation…”

You shuddered at her words and tried to stifle the moan that came up at the idea of someone touching you…

Especially her…

But before you could process anything else, you felt Phasmas fingers ghosting the back waistband of your pants.

“Why don’t we find out how much of a slut you really are, scum…” She lustfully jeered.

With that, she had hooked your pants with her finger and dropped them to the floor.

You gasped as the cold air hit your wobbly legs.

“Oh my, do I make your knees weak, slut…?” Phasma taunted.

You merely whimpered in response.

With that, you could feel Phasmas fingers slipping under your underwear and finding exactly what she had been looking for…

“Fuck jedi, you’re dripping…” she breathed out, her own voice faltering.

Your face went red with embarrassment and shame.

You weren’t supposed to feel this way…

And she knew that…

She was exploiting that…

You tried to squeeze your thighs together at that, but Phasma was quick to stop you by shoving your legs apart with her own.

She then removed her fingers from your soaked cunt, eliticing another whimper from you.

“Are you ready to talk yet, slut? Or do you need further encouragement…?” She jeered into your ear.

“Fuck you…!” You spat yet again.

Phasma chuckled and continued her taunts, “Seems like the slut needs to be taught a lesson…”

In seconds, Phasmas trousers and underwear were lowered so that now you could feel her strap right on your ass…

She moved your body in one swoop so that your ass was sticking out more and your legs were widened.

“Please…” you whimpered, at this point you were so conflicted you didn’t know what you were begging for…

With her available fingers, Phasma moved your underwear to the side and placed her dick right on your clit.

At this your hips bucked forward.

“Please God please…!” You cried out, half of you begging her to stop, the other half begging her to fuck you dumb…

“You asked for it, slut…” She breathed, her voice coated in lustful venom.

Her hips then thrusted her dick straight into your aching hole with no warning and no time to adjust.

It was impossible to contain your cries this time.

Phasma began to pound into from behind as you writhed and screamed in a mixture of pain and pleasure.

“OhHhh God right there…!!” you cried out as Phasma bottomed you out.

“That’s right. I am your God…” She hissed in your ear, while relentlessly hitting your g-spot without fail with every single thrust.

Your legs were trembling so badly now, they were threatening to collapse…

Your breathing was erratic and all over the fucking place…

As much as you hated to admit it, you were gonna fucking cum…

And Phasma knew it.

“Oh my, does my slut wanna cum…?” She taunted.

“I… please… don’t stop…!!” You spurted out your words, unable to form a coherent sentence.

Tears were now streaming down your eyes.

This was so wrong…

You could feel yourself about to tip over the edge and one last thrust from Phasma did it.

The orgasmic wave hit you like a brick wall…

Your eyes rolled back and your body spasmed against your captor.

Your screams were so out of control, Phasma had to quickly clasp your mouth shut.

After a minute, Phasma pulled out of you and unclasped her hands from your mouth, and you immediately collapsed on the floor, panting like a fucking dog and your mind reeling from what you had just done.

Phasma took the time to collect herself as well, the silence being a pleasantry for both of you.

You were the one who broke it.

“I don’t know where Skywalker is…” you whispered, looking up to your captor with a tear stained face.

Phasma met your gaze and lightly chuckled.

“I believe you.”