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Absolutely no hate but one of my pet peeves in sw fic is vader redemption fics where forgiveness is placed completely disproportionally…
Like you're really saying Luke & Leia will absolutely hate Obi-Wan for separating them as children out of regard for their own safety and then spending 20 years of his life protecting Luke and not telling the twins the truth about Darth Vader because, again out of regard for their own safety (and also, you know, the massive trauma of his people's genocide being carried out by his own brother)
And then the same characters will then turn around and forgive Vader for his genocides (against multiple peoples, not just the Jedi), child murders, atrocities, etc just because he's their biological dad?
Darth Revan & Bastila (accepting both sides of the Force)
I love this story
Fanfiction net. Dark Destyny
Revan was silent for a minute, then said, "You have been misled by your so-called teachers. Light Side, Dark Side, you see them only as good and evil. In truth, they are so much more."
"Oh? Then what are they?" Bastila asked incredulously.
Revan began to explain his philosophy. "The Light Side is the, shall we say, wider area of the Force. It consists of the, for lack of a better word, 'higher' emotions. Selflessness, self-sacrifice, compassion. All of them are very positive things. But the Light Side ignores the more human emotions. If you limit oneself to the Light Side, you lose touch with your natural emotions."
Bastia had to interrupt. "Even if I believe you, which I don't, isn't that a good thing? Human emotions, selfish emotions; they only bring down a Jedi in the end. That's why we keep them under control, so our judgement is not clouded."
Revan shook his head. "You misunderstand. Many more basic emotions are not selfish. Personal love and happiness are not, but they form part of the Dark Side. You have been raised, Bastila, to see the Light and Dark Sides to firmly represent good and evil, but you are wrong. Yes, anger and rage are part of the Dark Side, but so are love and passion. No, the Dark Side is not evil, it only comes from natural, human emotions."
Bastila considered his words. It was an interesting philosophy, but she knew Revan was either lying, or deluded.
"I am not deluded, Bastila. In fact, I will be your first Master who is not. The Jedi have it all wrong, Bastila. The danger is not using the Dark Side. No, the danger is becoming too limited on one side of the Force. Only focusing on the Dark Side can lead to your anger and greed consuming you. That is what happened to Malak."
For the first time, there was a hint of regret in Revan's voice. Did he feel remorseful for what had become of his friend? Maybe he...no, Sith felt no remorse. Whatever Revan said, they were evil, and Bastila knew that.
"On the other hand, becoming blind to all but the Light Side is also very dangerous. Over time, you lose touch with your humanity. In the end, you become nothing more than an emotionless puppet. Eventually, you stop truly caring about those you protect. You start to help others only out of a sense of duty, and deep down, you don't actually care anymore."
4 Star Wars fanfictions considered by me masterpieces about:
Vader & Exar Kun
Thrawn & Chimera Crew
Thrawn & Karyn Faro
Revan & Bastila
Do you have any favorite fanfictions about these characters?
Please let me know in the comments down below
𝐬𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐲 𝐬𝐚𝐲𝐬.
pairing. anakin skywalker x f!reader
synopsis. anakin finds loopholes in the jedi code.
warnings. 18+. this is sexually explicit, do not read this or interact with my blog if you’re a minor. do not copy my shit, i’ll find out. cock warming, p in v penetration but no movement. whimper-y anakin, if you move i'll leave the jedi order type beat.
an. just a little something i wrote for the kinktober i never did. I thought i'd post instead of letting it collect dust in my drafts. the prompt was cockwarming! hope i did anakin justice<3 pls comment & reblog.
You find him at the window.
Sitting, with his thighs open and chest bare, staring out into the abyss. The night glints at the beads of sweat sliding down his chest, and his fingers drum endlessly against his thighs.
He heard you wake up, so he’s expecting your company, and has leaned back against the chair – thin black gown falling open – ready for you to climb all over him.
It happens often.
It’s not uncommon to wake up without him.
Most nights, you startle out of your slumber – as if even asleep, you’d sensed a shift – and blink at the space on the mattress beside you.
Finding him was easy.
You pad through the living room and wordlessly reach him in his post-nightmare state. His hair is tousled, sculpted chest is slick with sweat -- there’s an energy vibrating off of him, and you can taste it in the air.
Stepping behind him, you gently run the tips of your fingers over his shoulders, and the whirlpool in Anakin’s belly settles for a second. When you move into frame, it’s gone completely, replaced by a warm heat that has roots. He breathes a smile.
“Like clockwork.”
You give him a sheepish grin in return and fiddle with the fabric of your small nightgown. There’s a moment where Anakin gets to look at you – all sleepy and cuddly – and he’s ready to escape with you off of this forsaken planet.
His will holds strong.
“Are you waiting for an invitation?” he asks, raising a scarred brow, and despite your groggy state, you still manage to roll your eyes. Stepping closer, you use his broad shoulders as anchors to slip onto his lap.
“Don’t make that face,” Anakin hushes, and while you settle back onto his thighs, his metal hand comes up. He traces the line of your jaw, “You know I let you do what you want.”
His spare hand steadies your hips, and it’s still warm from his lightsaber. Calloused fingers run over your skin, reminding you of the fight that’s leaving scars – the war that’s brewing, both inside and outside of his mind.
In moments like this, though, there’s a subtle calm.
An impenetrable force that hums over the pair of you.
You lean into his palm and whisper, “Not everything.”
There’s a haunted edge to your gaze, and your words are loaded. Anakin knows what you mean, knows all the intricacies of your subtle dig, and yet, he still manages to smile.
Well, smirk.
“What do you want? Just say the word.”
You wouldn’t, and Anakin knows that. He’s caught your bluff, and you manage a bashful smile before gently leaning forward, dragging your hips against his lap.
Anakin’s cloth-covered thigh nestles against the thin fabric of your underwear. Your smile falters, lips parting. You push your forehead against his, and whisper, “If I say the words, I’ll never forgive myself.”
“I know,” he breathes, “I know.”
I want more.
A life together, not stolen moments when the sun is down.
An attachment. A bond.
But it’s forbidden.
It’s why it can’t go any further than this.
“What’d you dream about?” you wonder. Anakin pulls his eyes away from you, instead looking to where his thigh sits. The silence is your answer.
“I’ll still ask, even if you never tell.”
He takes hold of your bare thighs, rubbing his hands up and down, and you hum his name, reaching out to push his hair behind his ears.
“Pretty boy.”
“Stop it,” he huffs, cheeks reddening.
But how can you? When he’s all sharp lines and long hair. You run your hands up the bare panes of his muscular chest, feeling the deft of his muscles, and the dampness on his skin.
The air changes – hums electric – and it buzzes as you push his gown off his shoulders.
Carefully, you lean forward and place a chaste kiss against his collarbone.
“That’s better.”
Anakin hums a laugh. His hands snake around to your lower back, dig into the fat of your ass, and using the grip there, he gently rocks you forward once, forcing your clothed cunt to drag against his muscular thigh.
You whimper. It’s quiet, but Anakin can hear it, even if it’s muffled by his shoulder.
“’ S’what you came out here for, huh?” he whispers. The electric flooding through the walls hums, but the room is still eerily silent. Anakin’s voice is a roar.
You lick your lips and drag your face up to see him. “No,” you whisper, pressing a soft kiss against his top lip, “I like being with you, even if we don’t do this.”
Anakin has to close his eyes. Words like those are fuel to the fire brimming in his chest, and it doesn’t help that you wrap your arms around his neck and fiddle with the tail end of his hair.
Arching your back, you slowly roll backwards, then forward, teasing the bulge between his legs.
Releasing a shaky breath, you repeat the motion, again, and again, near humping his leg.
A familiar ache begins to swell, coiling between your thighs and up into your belly. It makes you clench around nothing, and you mewl quietly, wishing for more – always wishing for more.
Still, you continue, slick pooling into your underwear and against his thigh.
Anakin can’t look at you. If he sees your face, his resolve will falter.
His nerves are shot. If he couldn’t feel how wet you are, he could smell it, and it makes a groan bristle behind his teeth.
He buries his head into the crook of your neck and busies himself with kissing at the soft shell of your throat, careful not to leave marks.
Once, you left a mouth-shaped mark against his stomach, and he looked at it every day for a week.
Caught himself with his top up in the mirror looking at the reflection, eyeing the way the mark sat on the firm lines of muscle, fading away with time.
A dark part of him wanted the mark on the slope of his neck.
“Wanna be inside of you.”
His admission rests heavily against your throat, and you’re thankful that he can’t see the way you clench your eyes closed.
Though, he does feel you tighten your grip on the back of his head. Feels you shift up against his thigh, and the warmth pooling in your underwear burns against him.
He can sense you’re hesitant.
“’ can be like last time. Just – Just --” he stutters, licking his lips and struggling to release the words from the back of his throat. Finally, he manages. “--Sit on it.”
“Anakin.”
He pulls away from your neck and looks up at you.
“We can use it as an exercise.”
A laugh bursts from your throat, “To test your will?”
He smiles, and because you have to, you push your cunt against his crotch, uttering, “Want me to make It difficult for you?” and white flashes through Anakin’s eyes.
He grabs your hips to steady you, tensely pushing his fingers into your skin.
“Hardest challenge I’ll ever encounter.”
“You eager to impress?”
He kisses your jaw, “Don’t I always?”
“Mm,” you hum, cradling his chin. You shift back so he can pull his trousers down, and when you take his cock in your hand, he melts. His commanding aura switches for a moment, and you watch Anakin still his breathing.
You push your underwear to the side, and as you lift yourself to sink onto him, Anakin breathes, “Just the tip – just a little bit, j-just—” and he chokes on his words, gasping as you brush the leaking head of his cock through your folds.
You halt. Whimper. Have to grip his shoulder to steady yourself, or you’ll push him inside of you all at once and hurt yourself.
You inhale steadily.
“Have to – have to go slow,” you spurt, trying to calm your tremors.
“It’s been a while since…”
You don’t have to finish your sentence. Anakin knows, and he feels a mix of pride and guilt. Only me, he thinks, and then, like a flash, only me, he swallows. And I can’t give her everything.
This. This is as far as it’ll go. He knows he’s pushing it. Knows that he’s come up with some convoluted rule to both have his cake and eat it too.
If he fucks you the way he wants to, he’ll fall in love with you. As if it hasn’t happened already.
Anakin has made lying to himself a speciality.
You push against him once more, and the tip of his cock nudges between your folds, forcing an ache to shoot through your clit and make you dizzy. You stop. Pause and curse yourself.
A slow burn builds in your thighs, and you clench down to try and mediate the burn. Anakin grunts.
“Maker,” he utters. “Sorry—” you splutter, sucking in a tight breath.
Anakin wraps his metal arm around the back of your hips, hoping to steady you. “Lemme,” he mumbles, and gently, he flexes his hips up, slowly feeding his cock into your soaked pussy.
Your lower abdomen immediately burns.
He’s being calm about it – using all his training – but there’s nothing calm about the words trickling out of his mouth.
“Oh stars,” he groans, voice wrecked, “You gonna take all of me, sweet girl? Gonna let me fill you up?”
When you finally sink to the hilt, your resolve snaps. The pair of you moan out in unison, loud and high-pitched.
Anakin buries his face in your chest, and the heat of his mouth against your breasts adds to the tension coiling in your belly.
“Don’t – don’t move,” he grunts, and you shake your head, “I won’t – I’ll come on your cock if I do,” and you don’t mean to say it like that, don’t mean for the words to come out like that, but you feel Anakin pulse from inside of you, warm and hard and wet.
He manages to laugh.
“Tryna kill me,” he shakily breathes, shaking his head. His wet lips brush against your breasts, and you want more – want all that he can give you – so you clutch the back of his head, pulling him closer, hoping he gets the message.
His wet kisses make your skin prickle.
You’re full up. Can feel him stretching you out, this feeling something that’s only happened a few times before.
“If you move,” Anakin begins, out of breath, “I’ll leave the Jedi order and spend my days inside of you.”
“Don’t t-tempt me.”
He laughs, and you accidentally clench around him, causing him to groan deep and long against your tits.
“If you do that again, I’ll come inside of you.”
You imagine it. Imagine him spilling out, the wet white of it dripping out of your cunt and back onto his cock, and the mere image of it has your clit throbbing.
Keep still. Don’t move.
But he wraps his tongue around your nipple and begins to suck.
You cry out, and all of your muscles tighten, forcing you to clench tight around his cock. Anakin jolts and whines your name against your tits.
“S’your fault,” you mewl, moaning. You hang your head back, “Stars, Anakin.”
“Try and stay still,” he mumbles, and you stutter a laugh, “Impossible.”
“It can’t be,” he responds, and while he speaks in jest, his words are sincere. The line between love and lust runs thin, and if Anakin is being honest with himself, it’s close to snapping.
New Fic:
Can My Girlfriend Come?
Pairing: Rey Skywalker x Reader
Word Count: 816
Summary: A certain flyboy decides to flirt with you. You find his advances hilarious for a number of reasons.
a/n: I was way too lazy to beta read this so uh sorry for any typos
You hop out of your x-wing, a loud thud reverberating across the bustling tarmac as your boots make contact with the ground. You lift off your helmet, a sigh of relief falling from your lips as waves of cool air roll over your flushed face.
You shrug off the top half of your flight suit as you walk across the hangar to grab a tool kit, tying the orange sleeves around your waist. The black tank top you have on under it clings to you like a second skin, drenched with sweat. You pick at it, sighing. The people down in laundry must hate pilots, and you can’t really blame them.
You make your way back over to your ship, halting a few yards away when you notice a guy standing in front of it.
Hesitantly, you approach him, casually clearing your throat to alert him of your presence. His head snaps around at the noise, and a pink tone creeps into his cheeks.
“Uh, hi,” you say awkwardly, lifting a hand in greeting.
“Hi, sorry,” he says quickly. Gosh, she’s cute. He absentmindedly cards a hand through his hair. “I’m Poe, Poe Dameron.” He extends a hand, and you take it, smiling.
“Y/N L/N. Nice to meet you.”
“I just really like the paint job on your ship. Who’d you get it done by?”
Smiling, you prop the toolbox on your hip. “I did it with a couple of friends, actually.” It was one of your proudest accomplishments - if you forget the huge mess that was made on the tarmac after Ellie accidentally tripped over one of the paint containers.
“Wow,” Poe breathes, nodding appreciatively. Cute and capable.
“Yeah,” you laugh, walking past him and hopping up onto the wing you need to work on. “It took us a couple of days, but it was definitely worth it. So much better than that shitty yellow it used to be.” You pull out a wrench, going to work on the nearest bolt. Your arms strain as you push against the stubborn piece of metal, but it eventually gives way, and you sigh with relief, pushing a few fallen strands of hair back from your face. You look up, and, to your surprise, Poe is still standing there, watching you. “Yes?” you say sarcastically, snorting in amusement as he startles.
“Sorry,” he laughs, shaking his head. “Uh, I have a...proposal.” You tilt your head to the side, hopping down from your ship. You land next to him and cross your arms in front of you.
“Is that so?” you say, and he nods, grinning.
Rey watches from across the hangar as you work on your ship. She smiles. You’d been away for so long, it felt like an eternity. She knows it’s only been a few weeks, and that helping planets get back on their feet after the First Order left was important, but still. It had been so long. So. Damn. Long.
“Hey, can you hold this for a second?” she asks a nearby runway tech, nodding at the DataPad in her hands. They nod, and she beams gratefully, before heading over in your direction. Her steps falter as you hop down from your ship and approach Poe, who’s standing nearby, seemingly speaking with you. Your words slowly become more audible as she approaches.
“Is that so?” you ask him, crossing your arms. She smiles.
“How about you and me get a drink sometime? I hear that pub on Ajara makes a mean Arboite Twister.” Her stomach drops. He’s got to be kidding.
“Of course!” you say, smiling. You know what he’s trying to do, and find it somewhat entertaining. You glance over his shoulder momentarily at a quiet rustling noise and see Rey standing nearby. You smile at him, holding up a finger. “I have one request.” He quirks a brow.
“What’s that?” You quickly sprint over to Rey, grab her hand, and pull her over.
“Can my girlfriend come?” You ask, grinning. His face falls, cheeks turning bright red.
“You’re Y/N? Like, the Y/N?” he exclaims, eyes widening. Rey nods, and you laugh, nodding. “I’m so sorry, seriously,” he says, words tripping over each other.
“It’s fine,” you and Rey say at the same time, laughing.
“Drinks do sound nice, though,” you say, and your girlfriend elbows you in the side, laughing. You pinch her leg. She hisses, swatting your hand away. Poe laughs.
“I have to agree, though,” she says contemplatively. “It’s been forever since we’ve been out. How about we go to that bar tonight? I’ll ask Finn, I’m sure he and Rose would love to come along,” Rey offers, and Poe nods. “And,” she adds, grinning. “You can get to know my wonderful girlfriend.” You blush as she swings an arm around your waist, pulling you close.
“Sounds like a plan,” Poe responds. “I can’t wait.”
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Consequences of Anger-Spurred Outbursts
Pairing: Poe Dameron x Fem!Solo*!Reader
*(mainly bc i just wanted reader to be leia's daughter for comedic reasons, it's an easy bit to ignore if you'd like to do so)
Summary: After learning some information about one of your pilots, you go a little haywire. Poe is both impressed and a little shocked.
Word Count: 1700 ish
Warnings: dumbass men, punching, minor injuries
You were just about up to your neck in reasons to hurl the nearest wrench across the hangar. The mission had gone well, but what it going well entailed was driving you up the wall. You and Poe had been sent by Leia to meet General Calrissian about some troubling information he’d picked up in some backwater bar on Ryloth. Apparently, one of the Resistance’s pilots was dirty - selling out intel about Rebel tech to the First Order in exchange for credits. Even worse, Lando’s information had confirmed one of your deepest, most buried worries. That it was someone in your squadron.
You’d tried to remain impartial to the pilots under your command in the long extent you’d been on base, but Dext Stamat had always struck you as a little off. Rude, toeing the line of insubordination on multiple occasions, and always asking too many questions. Of course, curiosity and ambition among your pilots was usually a good thing. It meant that they were engaged, interested in the cause, and you always loved sharing the knowledge you’d picked up as you've traveled across the galaxy. However, Stamat had strange habits of asking for details about upcoming missions that even you didn’t know yet. It had unnerved you from the beginning of his stint in your squadron, especially as his questions began to coincide with mishaps, even smaller ones, that began to throw off missions of larger and larger scales.
And now, you knew why. That dirty, dirty pig.
You were going to skin him alive.
“Just wait 'til I get my hands on that piece of shit,” you snarl as Poe attempts to discreetly wrestle you away from the hustle and bustle of the main hangar to the tarmac outside. It’s best if this conversation goes unheard.
“I know you want to, and for a good reason, but you can’t. Leia- General Organa needs him alive. If he’s been communicating with the First Order, that means he knows how they’re operating, to a certain extent. He’s valuable to her. To us.” You sigh, letting the frustrated noise signal your reluctant agreement. He’s right, after all; Dext is a dirtbag, but he’s a dirtbag that could get you some leads. You take a deep breath, starting to feel yourself cool off.
“Hey, did you see me out there? I bet Dameron couldn’t do that.”
You furrow your brows, turning your head to find the source of your confusion.
Poe’s grip on your hands tightens as Dex and his pack of buddies (more like lower-level fighters that follow him around out of pure fear) enter the hangar. He’s boasting about a recent flight, of course. When is he not? Your blood boils in your veins, a roaring sound creeping into your ears as he rambles on and on about how he’d executed a double loop. It’s pretty basic, jackass. My mom could fly better than you.
You can feel your cheeks start to heat. Poe notices, and wisely lets you go. It’s best if he lets you handle this on your own. You wouldn’t do anything brash, would you? No, he decides. You wouldn’t do anything.
He watches as you casually stroll past the group of men, leaning on a nearby fighter and picking at your nails with a spare screwdriver you’d found on your way over. From your spot closer to the pilot, you can hear every word tumbling carelessly out of his mouth.
“Yeah, I just punched it. Let ‘em eat my space dust, if you know what I mean.” He tilts his head back, guffawing at his own joke. The group around him quickly lets out a round of polite laughs, nervously glancing back and forth between Stamat and each other. “I straight-up smoked them, I tell you. I’d like to see Pretty Boy Poe pull that one off.” No longer able to contain yourself, you clear your throat, relishing the momentary look of bewilderment on Dext’s overexaggerated features. It doesn’t last long, unfortunately. His beady eyes quickly harden, lips tilting into a smirk.
“Hey, Solo.”
“That’s Commander Solo to you, Dex.” Using his nickname’s a low blow, you know that, but you just can’t put up with his bullshit anymore. Especially not after being told of what he’s been doing - what he’s cost you. Who he’s cost you. His jaw sets into a sharp line, and he lets out a low, raw noise that almost sounds like a growl.
“Oh, is that so, Commander?” he says mockingly, and you sigh, not meeting his eyeline as you return your attention to your gritty nails. Damn flight gloves - you should probably clean them more often. You smile inwardly as he grumbles with annoyance.
“You know, Stamat, I’d be more careful about how you treat superior officers,” you say lightly, tilting your head to meet his gaze. He sneers down at you, momentarily glancing back. You follow his sightline, to see Poe standing against a far wall.
“Why?” he whines comically, toying with you. “Or you’ll report me to your boyfriend?” You glare at him, and he just offers you his pathetic attempt at a simpering smile. “You look pretty worn out, Commander. Have you two been busy lately?” he asks, snickering. The roaring sound in your ears gets a little louder. It mingles with the sound of boots against concrete as Poe makes his way over. He’d heard that last comment.
“You heard her, Stamat. Watch it,” he warns. You cringe inwardly. Poe, why? Just let me deal with him. Please. Dext just ignores him, the only indication he’s aware of his presence being an offhand glance over his head.
“Aw, do you need him to come fight your battles for you?” he asks, chuckling. “How cute. You know, if this short stack of griddle cakes isn’t doing it for you, my quarters are always unlocked.”
“Are you fucking kidding me right now?” you say, taking a step forward. Poe grins as Stamat stumbles back.
That’s my girl.
“Oh, yeah, trust me, I can give you so much more than flyboy over here,” he sneers. He opens his mouth to spew some more infuriating bantha fodder, but the only sound that exits his mouth is a high-pitched yelp as your fist soars upwards and connects with his jaw. His heavy form collapses to the tarmac, and his eyes shudder closed. Poe freezes, turning to face you.
“Y/N!”
“WHAT?”
“You punched him!”
“Eh,” is all you say, before picking Stamat up by the arms and dragging him inside. Poe watches you exit the hangar, not knowing if he should worry about how mad Leia’s going to be or marvel at how strong you are.
After a few moments, he snaps out his trance and jogs into the building, following the trail of confused, concerned stares you’d left in your wake all the way up to the General’s small office in the middle of the base. He catches up to you just outside the door. You seem unfazed as you tote Dex’s rather large body around, and he just watches, in awe, as you drag him into the office.
Of all the things General Leia Organa thought she’d see today, Poe Dameron leaning in her doorway while her fuming daughter drags in the limp body of a pilot to her was not one of them. Still, it wasn’t totally out of left quadrant, so she just sighs, sits down on her small couch, and says: “You have five minutes.”
To her shock, one of the usual rambling verbal essays she can often predict when talking with Commander Dameron doesn’t come. You just stretch your fingers and approach her, boots thudding softly against the floor.
“General Calrissian told us that this one here-” you pause to jerk your thumb downwards to the unconscious pilot who is now drooling on her carpet. “-has been selling us out. Giving details to the First Order about our new ships and weaponry. I’ve had a bad feeling about him for months, and now I know why. Do with that what you will. I’m gonna take tomorrow off. I injured my hand.” And with that, you walk out of her office, rubbing your knuckles. Poe stares after you, and the General waves a hand, dismissing him. He offers her an apologetic smile, then dashes out of the room.
He falls into step beside you, shooting a glance in your direction. His eyebrows shoot skyward as he surveys the poorly restrained satisfaction written on your face. For fuck's sake, you're grinning.
“Why in gods’ name are you smiling right now?” he asks, and you chuckle.
“I’ve always wanted to do that.” He pauses, staring at you. Your stomach drops. He looks offended. A muddled apology begins to tumble from your lips, but your words halt on your tongue as he bursts into laughter, takes your face in his hands, and presses his lips to yours.
“I love you so much,” he murmurs, and you turn away, face warming. Smirking, Poe brushes a few stray hairs from your face. He finds it incredibly satisfying that you can knock a 6’4 dude out cold, yet he can still fluster you in the blink of an eye. He goes to take your hand, but you pull away, hissing.
“I wasn’t kidding when I said I hurt my hand,” you say, and he blanches, concerned. “Don’t worry, just a little bruising.” He relaxes visibly, and you grab the corner of his jacket. He swings around to face you. “However, I think it is mandatory that you come watch a HoloVid with me and eat a slightly unhealthy amount of popcorn.”
“You just learned we’ve been sold out to the First Order and all you can think about is a sleepover?” he asks incredulously, not admitting he'd been on the verge of proposing the exact same plan.
“We’ve got a couple of days before we can do anything about it,” you say, and Poe narrows his eyes at you. He knows you’re right, of course. Grinning, you fix your eyes to his, pouting out your bottom lip slightly. Godsdamnit, you’re adorable when you do that, he thinks, finally conceding with a nod and an exaggerated eye roll. “Yessss,” you cheer through your teeth, pumping a fist in the air.
Poe chuckles, wrapping an arm around you and pressing a kiss to your hair. All things considered, this was shaping up to be a relatively decent afternoon.
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poe: @zoriis @obiwns
Ahsoka But Better
Oh, I’ve actually got a comic for this one! Ahsoka had so many cool concepts and themes that it introduced, but it didn’t follow through on them the way I was hoping. I wanted to know who Marrok was. I wanted to see Ahsoka come to terms with her identity as a Jedi, not just her relationship to Anakin. I wanted to see Sabine paint, blow things up, and be a Mandalorian. Also, there’s this theme of grief running through the whole series that they could have done so much more with.
So I’m writing my own version. I'm only done with the first chapter so far, which covers the first half of Episode 1. The excerpt is Shin Hati’s perspective, and the comic is a part that’s told from Sabine’s POV.
Shin on The Vesper as she attacks the bridge:
Her lightsaber moved smoothly, and each bolt flowed off her like water eddying around a stone. They couldn’t touch her. They had no hope. She swept through three of them in her first swing. She couldn’t even see people anymore, only pieces, only arteries and organs, only targets. They fell, and they screamed, and they bled. Some of them she silenced, but others she left screaming. She stepped over them as she opened the door to the bridge.
A young woman shot at her from the captain’s chair. This was their leader. She could sense it. She could feel how every pair of eyes went to her. Kill her and you’ve cut off the head. Kill her and the others fall. This is the target, the only target.
A blaster bolt singed her hair. Close. That was too close. Why had they come so close? She was untouchable. Could they still hurt her? She pushed through her doubts, but now they hounded her again. Her fears were building. Because if she wasn’t invincible, if she wasn’t untouchable, then she was just one scared girl against an entire army. If she wasn’t out of their reach, then this was impossible. Her eyes went wide, and her swings grew panicked. She missed the first strike against her target, who managed to duck out of the way just in time.
Someone fired at her, and she saw it with enough time to face it, but not enough time to block. Then Marrok was there, sending the bolt back to them, saving her open flank.
And then he was falling.
He was falling and there were three burns in his back. Impossible. Impossible, he was a cat fighting mice. They couldn’t kill him. He was Marrok. He was a better fighter than her. How. How?!
She looked over her shoulder to the doorway, where an injured Republic soldier had his weapon raised. As soon as he saw Marrok fall, his body collapsed to the ground. Dead. Nothing left to even take revenge on.
((Comic under the cut. It's still in very sketchy stages, and I used a lot of references for it, but I'm happy with the story it tells.))
Comprehensive Lexicon Guide for First-Time SW Fic Readers:
Flimsi/Flimsiplast = Paper
Flimsiwork/Datawork = Paperwork
Stylus = Pen
Datapad = Tablet
Comlink/Comm = Communication Device/Phone
Binders = Handcuffs
Chronometer = Clock
Spectacles = Eyeglasses
Chrono = Watch
Conservator = Refrigerator
Caf = Coffee
Nerfburger = Hamburger
Blue milk = Milk (literally blue)
Hubba chips = French Fries
Sweet roll = Doughnut
Flatcakes = Pancakes
Tabac = Tobacco
HoloNet = World Wide Web
Holovision/HoloTV = Television
Holodrama/Holovids = Movie/Videos
Holocamera/Holocam = Camera
Holomap = three-dimensional map
Holojournal = Newspaper
Holocube = Picture frame
Holotable = Projector
Holoscanner = X-ray machine
Holojournalist = Reporter
Flatholo/Holograph = Photograph
Sonic Damper = Active Noise Cancellation
Refresher/Fresher= Bathroom
Sonic Bath = Bath
Sanisteam/Sonic shower = Waterless Shower
Hydrospanner = Wrench
Hydro Flask = Water Bottle
Power Cell/Energy Cell = Batteries
Authorization Chip = Decryption key
Datatape = Disk
Datastick = Flash drive
(Personal) Com Code = Phone number
Datachip = SD Card
Synthflesh = Synthetic skin
Glowrod = Flashlight
Sparkstick = Match
Slugthrower = Gun
Slug = Bullet
Vibroblade = a blade that can vibrate at high frequencies, increasing its cutting power and penetrating ability (tactical knife)
Rangefinder = Rifle scope
Turbolaser = Cannon
Ion pike/Vibropike = Spear
Electro Staff = Stun baton
Blaster = Pistol/Rifle
Stun Blaster = similar to a Taser
Landspeeder/Airspeeder/Speeder = Car
Turbolift = Elevator
Slideramp = Escalator
Starfighter = Fighter jet
Rotorcraft = Helicopter
Hoverpack/Jetpack= Jet pack
Speeder Bike = Motorcycle
Skylane = Traffic lane
Railspeeder/Hovertrain = Train
Power Chair/Hoverchair= Wheelchair
Windscreen = Windshield
Podracing = Car racing
Dejarik = Chess
Sabacc = Poker and Blackjack combined
Galactic Rebels = Combat simulator
B'shingh = Dungeons and dragons
Jizz = Jazz music
Wailer = Singer (ie. Jizz Wailer)
Cantina = Bar or Pup
Para Sailing = Paragliding
Aurebesh = Alphabet
Credits = Money
Sleeping Pallet = Bedroll
Naming Day = Birthday
Youngling = Child
Galactic Basic Standard/ Basic = English
Medkit/Medpac = First aid kit
Hypo = Syringe
Medic/Healer = Doctor
Medcenter = Hospital
Bactapatch = Bandaid
Nanoweave = Fabric
Transparisteel = Glass
Plastifoam = Packing material
Durasteel = Steel
Plasteel = Plastic
Duracrete = Concrete
Slicer = Hacker (slicing = hacking)
Identikit = Passport
Minder = Therapist
Synthleather = Vinyl
Viewport = Window
Cooling Unit = Air-conditioning
Honeydarter = Bee
Slythmonger = Drugdealer
Spice = Drugs
Stimpill = Caffeine pill
Power Socket = Plug
Cutters = Scissors
Cycle = Day
Standard Cycle = 24h
Standard Week = 5 days
Standard Month = 35 standard days
Standard Year = approx. ten months
Tenday = literally ten days
Cigarras/Smokes = Cigarettes
Click = Kilometer or 'a moment'
Parsec = a unit of distance
Tweezers/Clanker/tin head/tinnie = Droid
Separatist = Seppie
Promise Ring = Wedding Ring
Body Glove = Jumpsuit
Slicksuit = Wet suit
Civvies = Civilian clothing
Carbonite = a metal alloy used to freeze a person in a state of hibernation
Hyperdrive = device that allows a starship to travel faster than lightspeed
Moisture vaporator = device that can extract water from the air, commonly used on tatooine
Glareshades = Sunglasses
Gasser = Gas Oven
Repulsorlift = technology that can create an anti-gravity field and is used for levitating heavy objects
Heating unit = Heater
Utility Droid = Roomba
Sunbonnet = a Clone trooper helmet
Bad Batcher = a defective Clone Trooper
Banthabrain = birdbrain/ a stupid person
Bantha fodder = waste of space/nonsense
Blast! = word of exclamation
Blasted! = s.o in anger or annoyance
Blaster-brained = dimwitted
Blaster fodder = cannon fodder
Blast off = Piss off
Brainless = Stupid
Bug/Bugger = used to refer to Geonosians
Forceforsaken = godforsaken
Full of Poodoo = full of shit
Poodoo = Shit
Kriff = Fuck
Jedi scum = derogatory term for jedi
Kark = derogatory expletive
Larty = LAAT/i gunship
Laserbrain = insult
Meat droid = derogatory term for Clone Troopers
Redrobes = Palpatines guard
Rookie/Shinie = newly recruited Trooper
Scum = insult to refer to bounty hunters/rebels
Sharpie = Sharp-witted
Sithspawn/Sithspit/Hellspawn! = expletive
Sleemo = Slimeball
Son of a bantha = insult
Wizard! = Cool
Spaced = dead
Hutt-spawn = Bastard
Karabast = exclamation of dismay
Stang = Crap
Buckethead/Bucketbrain = derogatory term for Stormtroopers
Bucket = Helmet
Nat-born = Natural Born
Roger Roger = affirmative/copy that
Droid poppers = EMP grenade
Sitrep = short for situation report
Backwater Planet = any planet that isn't part of the core system
Holocron = device that can project a three-dimensional image of a person/object and is used for communication or entertainment.
Kessel Run = a risky Operation. Commonly used as a metaphor in impossible situations.
Thermal Detonator= device that can create a powerful explosion like a grenade or bomb
Ray Shield/Energy Shield = creates a (protective) barrier
Rebreather = device that allows a person to breathe underwater or in toxic environments
Phrases:
Wild goose chase = wild bantha chase
That's bantha shit = that's bullshit
As slippery as a greased Dug = untrustworthy
Credit for your thoughts = penny for your thoughts
Cut the poodoo = cut the crap
to get your gills in a twist = get upset about something
Holy mother of meteors = holy mother of god
Oh my skies/ Oh my stars = exclamation of surprise
Stars' end! = exclamation of disbelief
What in the blue blazes = exclamation
When Geonosis freezes over/When it snows on tatooine = extremely unlikely
Who pissed in your power supply = who pissed you off
Blast it = damn it
By the maker = exclamation of surprise
Great karking Dragon = expression of disbelief
Lothcat got your tongue = equivalent of 'cat got your tongue?'
Sod it = expression of frustration
A/N: Hi guys! I’m fairly new to fic writing and brand new to tumblr (in a sense, I’ve been ON Tumblr since like 2016 but I’ve never really posted), so I’m not really sure what I’m doing tbh. I’ve been writing for awhile but I’ve never really posted anything, so let’s just see how this goes! PS Constructive criticism is welcome! I'd love some tips :)
Han Solo x Reader
Prompt: “Do I have to spell it out for you? I’m in love with you!” + Kissing to hide from someone
The funny thing is, you were probably the best pilot in the rebellion before Han. And you absolutely resented him for it. There were few things you hated more than someone upstaging you, but there was nothing you hated more than them being smug about it. And Han Solo without smug is like Hoth without winter, impossible. So when you found yourself crammed nose to nose in a maintenance closet staring back into that smug, shit eating grin, you came to the conclusion that if you made it out of here alive the first thing you were going to do was rip the wires out of that cocky assholes prize winning ship and shove them down his throat.
The morning was typical, breakfast in the Cafeteria and some training in the Gym, then straight to the meeting that was scheduled for that afternoon. Unfortunately, you never actually made it to that meeting, because half way through your training session the emergency alarm went off. You dropped your practice weapon and turned to run towards the center of the base.
“Damnit!”
You forgot to take off the resistance band tied around your ankle and ate shit on the training room floor. A mocking laugh echoed through the room as you felt firm hands grasp your wrists and pull you up.
“You should really be more careful, we wouldn’t want you to do any damage to that pretty face of yours now would we?”
Han grinned, sarcasm dripping from his tone. You groaned in frustration, face flushing from a wounded ego.
“If you haven’t noticed we’re in a bit of an emergency, so if you could be a little more helpful and untie my leg so that we can make it to the meeting before The Galactic Empire blows up our base that would be great.”
“As you wish, Princess”
He leaned down to pull the band off of your thigh, lingering a beat too long in his particularly flirtatious manner. You shoved ahead of him, tactlessly hiding your blush. You know it meant nothing to him, but that didn't mean it didn't drive you nuts. You just didn't operate like Han. He was so casual. Sometimes it seemed like he couldn't help but charm anyone that walks by, just to prove he could. You're pretty sure he would flirt with a coffee pot if it was wearing mascara, while you, on the other hand, had barely managed to seduce half a dozen people in your lifetime. It was for this reason that Hans nature was so irritating to you. When he first moved to this base, you had assumed he was making a pass at you. It's just that no one had ever been so bold about it. At least not with you, the plain looking girl from Batuu who's hottest feature, in the literal sense, was her perpetually flushed cheeks and sweaty palms. It had barely been a week before you fell hard, giggling like a child every time he made one of his frisky remarks. Bless Leia's heart for being the only person kind enough to burst your bubble. After what must have been a few too many puppy eyed stares, she pulled you aside to tell you Hans' deal. That he was an egotistical bastard who got a kick out of making people fall in love with him just to see if he could. You crashed back down to Earth pretty swiftly after that, and had now spent the better part of a year rolling your eyes every time he entered a room. Now you're stuck being second best to the man who stole your heart and your rank.
By the time you both reached the meeting room, the alarm had stopped and Leia was the only person left there.
“Y/N, Han! There you are. Where were you two?”
“Long story, what’s up?”
“ok...”
Leia raised her eyebrow suspiciously before continuing
“There’s a Galactic Empire ship flying in our atmosphere. We’re not sure if they got a tip off about our base or if they’re doing a routine scan of the planet, but either way we can’t risk allowing them to continue. We only have one stolen TIE Fighter at this base, which means the rest of the crew will be working from land to shield the base and prepare for battle in case we’re spotted-“
“Great, where do you need me?” You interjected.
“I was actually hoping you and Han could fly the TIE fighter...”
“Oh?” You questioned, a bit shocked.
She eyed you with a sympathetic look, the two of you still close enough for her to be well aware of how you feel about Han.
“I don't need to tell either of you that you're the best pilots we have on site, and we need this mission to succeed. We can’t risk sending anything but our best, I’m counting on you two to destroy the ship by sabotaging the main engine.”
“Just tell me where to fire and that ship’ll be out of the sky before it can get within 100 miles of our base.” Han said, rearing for battle.
“Not so fast”
Leia sighed, clearly not willing to deal with Hans' rash nature at this exact moment.
“There’s a reason I’m squeezing Y/N into a single-pilot TIE with you, Han. You need someone who actually thinks rationally, this is too much of a risky situation for you to just go in there and fire at will like you usually would. You need to be calculated and precise, which is why you’ll both be undercover.”
“Hey! I’m calculated and precise...” Han frowned.
You gritted your teeth and turned back to Leia.
“Where’s the engine?”
“It’s on the north end of the ship, right next to the escape pod, you can’t miss it. A few hits should do the trick, especially since we’re using a stolen Empire ship with stronger blasters. By the time they realize you two are there they’ll already be toast. Here are your Uniforms, just in case anything goes south and you have to come face to face with Galactic Empire soldiers.”
You nod and take the uniform out of Leia’s hand, two Stormtrooper suits probably taken off of the soldiers from the stolen TIE fighter.
“Be careful, they’ll be on high alert if a ship just flies at top speed towards their engines. Don’t be suspicious.”
Han scoffed,
“Yeah, great advice ‘Don’t be suspicious’. And how are we supposed to do that? A random TIE fighter that’s probably already been reported as stolen flying up to the ship during what seems like a routine check? How are we going to be sure they don’t stop us immediately and blow us out of the sky?”
Leia took a deep, patient breath,
“You really have no faith in me, do you. We’ve been monitoring the ship and can see that there are TIE fighters flying in and out. Just follow the path that the rest of them are taking to avoid standing out. We know the ship hasn’t been reported as stolen because when it crashed the pilot died, so there was no one to alert them when we recovered it. We don’t have much time, I just need you to trust me. Put on the uniforms, fly in if you have to, but fly out and destroy the engine. It’s our only chance.”
A grim look passed over your face, this mission was risky, and you knew if she was going to put the two of you together it really was her only option. Things could very easily go south and if worse comes to worse her best pilots would have the closest shot at getting out of there alive. You turned to Han and realized he must’ve gotten the message, because for once in his life he didn't have anything witty to say back. He just nodded and went to change into the stolen uniform
You turned back to Leia and took a deep breath before wrapping your arms around her. She returned the hug before pulling back and putting her hands on your shoulders.
“Just, please make it back, ok?”
You smiled “I will. I might leave Han on the ship though, he’s already starting to get on my nerves.”
Leia laughed “As much as he’s a pain in our asses, he’s one of our best. Try to keep him in line for me, you know how he gets...”
You chuckled, “Yeah, I will. See you later, okay?”
“Yeah, see you later.”
You walked off to go change before meeting Han at the ship.
...
By the time you squeezed into the stolen uniform Han was already in the pilot seat of the TIE. You truly wish you had the energy to argue about it, but there wasn't enough time to be petty. He was a better pilot, plain and simple, and your pride wouldn't change that. You also wouldn't change anything by slamming on a non-existent brake pedal as he took off with an all too aggressive jolt, but that certainly didn't stop the instinct.
"Can you slow down?" You snapped, tension seeping into your shoulders. "We're supposed to be blending in, and your narcissistic flying style gives you away to literally anyone who has ever seen you pilot."
"'Narcissistic flying style'?" Han scoffs "What does that even mean?"
"I don't know, shut up." You blushed, doing your best to avoid his gaze.
"You've got to get better at that, you know"
"At what?"
"Being mean. It doesn't suit you"
"Unless you want to figure out how well my foot suits your ass, I suggest you just shut up and fly"
He lets out a warm chuckle, laughing through his response -
"See what I mean? It just sounds weird coming out of your mouth. It's like a youngling swearing for the first time. To much bite, it's not natural yet"
"Well if you're so sure it's unnatural to me maybe I should take notes from you, you seem to have no problem being an asshole."
This one came out with a real bite, he's pissed you off now.
"And what does it matter? Maybe it's not natural to me because you're the only person who makes me feel like saying rude shit. Now what does come natural to me is flying, and maybe if you weren't so focused on how things sounded coming out of my mouth you'd have noticed the TIEs flying on either side of us."
"Oh shit!" He exclaimed, caught off guard for once.
"We're going to have to land on the ship."
"what? why?"
"We don't have access to their channels of communication and we're going to have to explain what the hell we're doing flying off Crait. If we start flying towards the reactor now they'll just gun us down. We can pretend to be the soldiers that crashed on this ship, explain that we were only missing because the engine failed and we needed time to repair it. The communicator broke in the crash, and that's why we haven't called for help, got it?"
"Got it, captain" He said, with an impressed lilt in his voice.
You smiled, tallying this as a win against him. If it was impressive to him that someone could come up with a plan that wasn’t whatever made the most explosions, then so be it. He’d just better be prepared to be impressed for the next few hours.
As Han flew the TIE into the landing bay, it became increasingly clear that this was going to take more convincing on your part than you were prepared for. The two TIEs guarding either side of you followed you into the port, and a group of high ranking soldiers began to gather where your ship was landing. You shot Han a concerned glance before remembering it was useless through your helmet. He seemed to get the message anyways, giving you a short nod in response. You just hoped that meant he was taking this as seriously as you were and wasn't planning on doing anything rash.
The both of you slowly stepped out of the TIE, unsure of what the soldiers around you were planning. You tensed as a burly looking man approached, eyeing the both of you suspiciously-
“CF-0065, TZ-1764. It’s been quite some time since we’ve heard from you. Your vessels had been reported missing and it was our assumption that you had crashed or been captured. Explain what has kept you from reporting to your posts immediately.”
He snapped, authority evident in his voice. You decided to cut in before Han could say something stupid-
“Yes, sir. Our vessels crashed on Crait, and we have spent the time in between now and then repairing the engine of the more salvageable ship. We were able to get it functioning yesterday, and we're working on getting the communication systems functioning next. We spotted your ship flying over and hoped to explain ourselves and have aid in fully repairing the TIE.”
“Ah, yes, well I’m glad you were able to recover your vessel and return to work. We could use the extras hands on board.”
“What exactly is the mission of this vessel?” Han chimed in. “We’d like to help in whatever way best suits our skills.” He added, nonchalantly.
The man, who you had now gathered to be the chief officer, began to walk. The two of you followed, doing your best impression of the mindless soldiers surrounding you.
“Well, we were sent to a maintenance level scan of this star system, but have since detected some suspicious activity on this planet in particular.”
Your shoulders immediately tensed, and you shot a sideways glance at Han.
“We would like to get a more comprehensive idea of the situation before moving forward, so as of now we have not reported anything to the other fleets in the area. We’d prefer not to alert the planet of our suspicions yet, and give them the least time to prepare if we decide to strike.”
You silently thanked the stars that they haven’t allerted anyone else of their suspicions. You know Han did too, it’s going to make what you have to do here a whole lot easier without an entire fleet against you.
"Well, we’re both especially skilled in repair and maintenance,” Han jutted in, “so if you could point us towards the engine room we would be happy to make sure everything is working in order while you further investigate the planet.”
It was a risky move, and the general eyed you suspiciously.
“The both of us were able to repair a damaged TIE fighter engine with nothing but the materials we were able to trade for on Crait, if you have any issues we’d be happy to help.” You added, hoping it would convince him.
“Actually,” he conceded, “I have been concerned about the operation system in one of our navigation ports. We’ve been having quite a few rough takeoffs recently. I was going to wait until we landed to get it looked at, but since the two of you clearly possess enough skill to repair that TIE I’d rather you just take a look at it now.”
He led the two of you down a series of long, winding hallways, which you did your best to memorize if a quick escape became necessary. The room he brought you to was a small one, with about a hundred buttons you barely recognized. You may be an experienced pilot, but Empire technology was something else entirely. You just hoped the general wasn’t planning on staying, or you and Han would have to put on a pretty convincing performance.
“So,” Han coughed, “what seems to be the matter?”
“Well since you two are such experienced mechanics, shouldn't you be the ones telling me?” The general questioned suspiciously.
“Of course, Sir,” You turned, praying to god that you could make some sense of this mess in time to keep your cover. “It looks like-”
A loud thud echoed behind you and you whipped around to see Han standing over the unconscious general. He just shrugged, turning to replace the wrench he pried off the wall to club him with.
“Han!” You whisper-shouted, trying not to alert more people than he probably just did by being his typical, impulsive self.
“What? He replied, “He was totally on to us and It was more trouble than it's worth to try and convince him we know anything about Empire tech.”
“Right, so you decided braining him with a wrench was the next best option?”
“We don’t have time for this, Y/N. At this point we’re going to have to sabotage the reactor from the inside, which might take more effort than we anticipated.”
“And what are we supposed to do with him?” You both eyed the unconscious general, and Han shifted his gaze to a utility closet in the corner.
A few good thunks with the wrench for extra measure later, the both of you began to fold, shove, and contort the general into a crate in the navigation room closet. You had taken your helmets off, sweating uncomfortably with the effort it took to lift the fairly bulky man across the room. You wiped your forehead, staring at the now properly concealed general, and shot a concerned glance at Han,
“How long do you think it’ll take before they notice he’s gone?”
“I think we’ve got some time,” He said, reaching for his helmet.
It was at that moment that the doorknob began to jiggle, and in a blur of movement Han had you up against the wall with his lips on yours. It didn’t even register at first, shock and adrenaline coursing through your veins hard enough to freeze you completely.You weren’t exactly sure what the rules were in The Galactic Empire about soldiers kissing, but you had a feeling the punishment for being caught would be less severe than killing a high ranking general. Plus, this was probably the easiest way to hide both of your helmetless faces, yours may not be recognizable, but his certainly is. It took a second before you began to kiss him back, but by the time you let yourself reciprocate, you heard the door click shut and Han pulled away. You kicked yourself and your neurotic brain for running through all of the possible plans of action before you even got the chance to soak it in. You’d dreamed of this so many times, and in so many ways, and the one time it’ll probably ever happen you let it get away from you. As you looked back up at Han, he was stuck with the same searching look you couldn’t wipe off your face. You stared back at him for a second, trying to gauge his reaction.
Han butted in, cutting right through your thoughts. “Maybe we should do that again. You know, just in case they come back.” He said, dazed.
“Yeah…” You muttered, “Yeah that might be best.”
His lips crashed back into yours, and you kissed him with a renewed sense of purpose. Han kissed with a passion you had never felt before. With everyone else it had been awkward and fumbling, but the two of you seemed to fit together so naturally. You took a metal note of every part of him, from the rough feeling of his lips to the bold flick of his tongue. You tried to memorize everything you loved about this, because you knew it was never going to happen again. You’re sure you were going to torture yourself with this moment forever, so you might as well remember it as clearly as possible. The way his hands grazed your waist, not grabbing, but just hovering above your hips with a feather-like touch as if he was afraid you were going to burn him. How his adams apple bobbed when you kissed his neck, swallowing hard out of desperation. The way his hands felt in your hair, not tugging, but carding through it with a sort of reverence. He pulled away too soon, tearing you out of your blissful analysis of his body and back into the present tense.
“We can’t keep doing that,” He said, panting.
“Yeah, I think we’re in the clear and we need to find the reactor” You replied, trying your best to hide how it stung and moving towards your helmet.
“No.” Han put both his hands on your shoulder, holding you in place, “No, we can’t keep doing that because if we do I will want to do it again.”
“What?” You paused, shocked.
“You know what I mean, Y/N, don’t make me say it out loud.”
You stared back at him blankly, truly at a loss for words.
“Jesus Y/N, Do I have to spell it out for you? I’m in love with you!”
“What?” Seemed to be the only word your brain could muster in this moment. You felt as though your whole world view was crashing around you, as though the very ground beneath you was shaking… On second thought, the ground might actually be shaking, because judging by Hans face you weren't the only one feeling the rumbling beneath you.
“We’ll deal with this later.” He shot you a look before grabbing his helmet and running out the door, following quickly after to discover what was the matter.
It became clear as you walked that the ship was preparing for takeoff, but you weren’t sure why. Your nerves were on fire, and you know you’ve wasted too much time to get it wrong now.
“That general sure wasn’t kidding when he said their takeoffs were rough. We need to get to the reactor before they can get the ship up and running or we’re screwed.” Han said, eyeing you nervously.
“Do you think if we go back to the landing bay we can tell them we have orders to go back to Crait and investigate some of the suspicious activity we saw on-world? If we take a nicer ship than the TIE we came in we won't have to worry about the blasters not being strong enough to take down the ship.” You replied, already in go-mode.
“Sounds like a great plan,” Han said, voice dripping with sarcasm, “except how the hell are we supposed to find our way back to the landing bay with no map of the ship?”
“Just trust me.” You said, grabbing his arm and leading him down the hall. Your freakish memory is good for more than memorizing Hans lips, and you were able to bring the two of you back exactly the way you came. You strode up to the nearest pilot you could find, and with the confidence of somebody who has no other choice, demands he give the two of you access to an ST-70 Assault Ship.
“For what purpose?” He responds, taken aback by your assertiveness.
“We are the two soldiers who we’re just recovered from Crait, and were ordered back down there to investigate suspicious activity on the planet. We don’t have time for this, just give us the vessel.” Han repeated what you had planned to the pilot, striding towards the ST-70.
“I haven’t been told of such an order, the two of you are going to need to wait until I receive the command from higher up to authorize use of this vessel.” The pilot replies sharply.
“We’ve already been held up by engine maintenance,” You added, not exactly sure where this was going but hoping you found something convincing to say in the midst of your rambling, “and spent much of that time relaying to a general on this ship the reason for our brief disappearance. We are part of a high clearance mission to uncover rebel activity on the planet Crait, and are close to infiltrating one of the largest branches of their military. We came here to dismiss your vessel, as we were worried your presence would alert the Rebel Alliance of our presence on the planet.”
Han joined in, stepping up to the unarmed pilot with his intimidating stature.
“If you don’t hand over this vessel, the failure of a months-long plan to eliminate one of the largest branches of the Rebel Alliance will be on your head. Whatever you think we might do with this ship that is ‘unauthorized’ cannot possibly have consequences as dire for you as that will.” Han rolled his shoulders back, taking one more menacing step forward.
The pilot stepped aside, granting you and Han access to the ST-70. If the two of you make it out of here, you would have to be permanently assigned as partners for missions like these. You have never felt more invigorated or on your game than when you were with Han, the idea of the word ‘partners in crime’ finally settling in your skin. You weren’t out of the woods yet though, and as Han began to start the ships engines, a very rumpled looking general marched into the landing bay.
“Shit!” You exclaimed. “Go, Han, Go, go, go go GO!”
“I hear you Y/N!” Han shouted back, kicking the ship into overdrive and jolting you violently into space.
You got a few feet out from the ship before three TIE fighters started tailing you, and Han took a sharp left before nose-diving under the belly of the ship. You whipped around to the laser cannons, doing you best to aim as Han whipped the ship around to try and find the main engine. Just as you took one TIE out, two more appeared.
“Do you have eyes on the engine Han?” You shouted, limbs tingling as you shot down two more TIE fighters.
“Got it!” He yelled back, and you swiveled to face the ship's surface as he flew at top speed towards the engine.
You began to count down, preparing Han to nose dive the second you blasted this thing out of the sky.
“Three… two.. One!” You fired directly at the engine, and your stomach did somersaults as Han dodged the blast.
“Yes!” He screamed, and you laughed with manic joy as you felt relief wash over you.
The TIE fighters following you weren’t prepared to dodge the blast, and the two of you watched joyfully as they went down with the ship. You barreled towards Crait, with more than just a successful mission to show for it. The two of you had just destroyed a high ranking Empire ship, and come back with an ST-70 Razor Crest M-11 ship as your bounty. Han landed the ship and ripped off his helmet, smiling from ear to ear. The excitement was electric, making its way through every limb and out your fingers to charge the atmosphere around you. You turned to Han and before you knew it you were crashing your lips into his, desperate for an outlet. He kissed you back with double the vigor of the last time, and seemed to be determined to explore every inch of you. Your mouth, your waist, your hair, your thighs, he groped and fumbled at all of you as you pushed back with just as much energy. Kissing Han felt like, for lack of better word, winning. Winning your first race as a newly vetted pilot, winning a mission against the empire, winning the man you thought wanted nothing to do with you and you thought you wanted nothing to do with. You laughed into the kiss as he bit your lip, giddy with an amount of energy you didn’t know how to control.
“What?” He said, sporting that smug grin you always wanted to slap off of his face.
“Nothing,” you replied, deciding firmly that kissing it off was the better option. “I’ve just been so in love with you forever and can’t believe this is happening.”
FIN.
A/N: Hi guys! I’m fairly new to fic writing and brand new to tumblr (in a sense, I’ve been ON Tumblr since like 2016 but I’ve never really posted), so I’m not really sure what I’m doing tbh. I’ve been writing for awhile but I’ve never really posted anything, so let’s just see how this goes! PS Constructive criticism is welcome! I'd love some tips :)
Han Solo x Reader
Prompt: “Do I have to spell it out for you? I’m in love with you!” + Kissing to hide from someone
The funny thing is, you were probably the best pilot in the rebellion before Han. And you absolutely resented him for it. There were few things you hated more than someone upstaging you, but there was nothing you hated more than them being smug about it. And Han Solo without smug is like Hoth without winter, impossible. So when you found yourself crammed nose to nose in a maintenance closet staring back into that smug, shit eating grin, you came to the conclusion that if you made it out of here alive the first thing you were going to do was rip the wires out of that cocky assholes prize winning ship and shove them down his throat.
The morning was typical, breakfast in the Cafeteria and some training in the Gym, then straight to the meeting that was scheduled for that afternoon. Unfortunately, you never actually made it to that meeting, because half way through your training session the emergency alarm went off. You dropped your practice weapon and turned to run towards the center of the base.
“Damnit!”
You forgot to take off the resistance band tied around your ankle and ate shit on the training room floor. A mocking laugh echoed through the room as you felt firm hands grasp your wrists and pull you up.
“You should really be more careful, we wouldn’t want you to do any damage to that pretty face of yours now would we?”
Han grinned, sarcasm dripping from his tone. You groaned in frustration, face flushing from a wounded ego.
“If you haven’t noticed we’re in a bit of an emergency, so if you could be a little more helpful and untie my leg so that we can make it to the meeting before The Galactic Empire blows up our base that would be great.”
“As you wish, Princess”
He leaned down to pull the band off of your thigh, lingering a beat too long in his particularly flirtatious manner. You shoved ahead of him, tactlessly hiding your blush. You know it meant nothing to him, but that didn't mean it didn't drive you nuts. You just didn't operate like Han. He was so casual. Sometimes it seemed like he couldn't help but charm anyone that walks by, just to prove he could. You're pretty sure he would flirt with a coffee pot if it was wearing mascara, while you, on the other hand, had barely managed to seduce half a dozen people in your lifetime. It was for this reason that Hans nature was so irritating to you. When he first moved to this base, you had assumed he was making a pass at you. It's just that no one had ever been so bold about it. At least not with you, the plain looking girl from Batuu who's hottest feature, in the literal sense, was her perpetually flushed cheeks and sweaty palms. It had barely been a week before you fell hard, giggling like a child every time he made one of his frisky remarks. Bless Leia's heart for being the only person kind enough to burst your bubble. After what must have been a few too many puppy eyed stares, she pulled you aside to tell you Hans' deal. That he was an egotistical bastard who got a kick out of making people fall in love with him just to see if he could. You crashed back down to Earth pretty swiftly after that, and had now spent the better part of a year rolling your eyes every time he entered a room. Now you're stuck being second best to the man who stole your heart and your rank.
By the time you both reached the meeting room, the alarm had stopped and Leia was the only person left there.
“Y/N, Han! There you are. Where were you two?”
“Long story, what’s up?”
“ok...”
Leia raised her eyebrow suspiciously before continuing
“There’s a Galactic Empire ship flying in our atmosphere. We’re not sure if they got a tip off about our base or if they’re doing a routine scan of the planet, but either way we can’t risk allowing them to continue. We only have one stolen TIE Fighter at this base, which means the rest of the crew will be working from land to shield the base and prepare for battle in case we’re spotted-“
“Great, where do you need me?” You interjected.
“I was actually hoping you and Han could fly the TIE fighter...”
“Oh?” You questioned, a bit shocked.
She eyed you with a sympathetic look, the two of you still close enough for her to be well aware of how you feel about Han.
“I don't need to tell either of you that you're the best pilots we have on site, and we need this mission to succeed. We can’t risk sending anything but our best, I’m counting on you two to destroy the ship by sabotaging the main engine.”
“Just tell me where to fire and that ship’ll be out of the sky before it can get within 100 miles of our base.” Han said, rearing for battle.
“Not so fast”
Leia sighed, clearly not willing to deal with Hans' rash nature at this exact moment.
“There’s a reason I’m squeezing Y/N into a single-pilot TIE with you, Han. You need someone who actually thinks rationally, this is too much of a risky situation for you to just go in there and fire at will like you usually would. You need to be calculated and precise, which is why you’ll both be undercover.”
“Hey! I’m calculated and precise...” Han frowned.
You gritted your teeth and turned back to Leia.
“Where’s the engine?”
“It’s on the north end of the ship, right next to the escape pod, you can’t miss it. A few hits should do the trick, especially since we’re using a stolen Empire ship with stronger blasters. By the time they realize you two are there they’ll already be toast. Here are your Uniforms, just in case anything goes south and you have to come face to face with Galactic Empire soldiers.”
You nod and take the uniform out of Leia’s hand, two Stormtrooper suits probably taken off of the soldiers from the stolen TIE fighter.
“Be careful, they’ll be on high alert if a ship just flies at top speed towards their engines. Don’t be suspicious.”
Han scoffed,
“Yeah, great advice ‘Don’t be suspicious’. And how are we supposed to do that? A random TIE fighter that’s probably already been reported as stolen flying up to the ship during what seems like a routine check? How are we going to be sure they don’t stop us immediately and blow us out of the sky?”
Leia took a deep, patient breath,
“You really have no faith in me, do you. We’ve been monitoring the ship and can see that there are TIE fighters flying in and out. Just follow the path that the rest of them are taking to avoid standing out. We know the ship hasn’t been reported as stolen because when it crashed the pilot died, so there was no one to alert them when we recovered it. We don’t have much time, I just need you to trust me. Put on the uniforms, fly in if you have to, but fly out and destroy the engine. It’s our only chance.”
A grim look passed over your face, this mission was risky, and you knew if she was going to put the two of you together it really was her only option. Things could very easily go south and if worse comes to worse her best pilots would have the closest shot at getting out of there alive. You turned to Han and realized he must’ve gotten the message, because for once in his life he didn't have anything witty to say back. He just nodded and went to change into the stolen uniform
You turned back to Leia and took a deep breath before wrapping your arms around her. She returned the hug before pulling back and putting her hands on your shoulders.
“Just, please make it back, ok?”
You smiled “I will. I might leave Han on the ship though, he’s already starting to get on my nerves.”
Leia laughed “As much as he’s a pain in our asses, he’s one of our best. Try to keep him in line for me, you know how he gets...”
You chuckled, “Yeah, I will. See you later, okay?”
“Yeah, see you later.”
You walked off to go change before meeting Han at the ship.
...
By the time you squeezed into the stolen uniform Han was already in the pilot seat of the TIE. You truly wish you had the energy to argue about it, but there wasn't enough time to be petty. He was a better pilot, plain and simple, and your pride wouldn't change that. You also wouldn't change anything by slamming on a non-existent brake pedal as he took off with an all too aggressive jolt, but that certainly didn't stop the instinct.
"Can you slow down?" You snapped, tension seeping into your shoulders. "We're supposed to be blending in, and your narcissistic flying style gives you away to literally anyone who has ever seen you pilot."
"'Narcissistic flying style'?" Han scoffs "What does that even mean?"
"I don't know, shut up." You blushed, doing your best to avoid his gaze.
"You've got to get better at that, you know"
"At what?"
"Being mean. It doesn't suit you"
"Unless you want to figure out how well my foot suits your ass, I suggest you just shut up and fly"
He lets out a warm chuckle, laughing through his response -
"See what I mean? It just sounds weird coming out of your mouth. It's like a youngling swearing for the first time. To much bite, it's not natural yet"
"Well if you're so sure it's unnatural to me maybe I should take notes from you, you seem to have no problem being an asshole."
This one came out with a real bite, he's pissed you off now.
"And what does it matter? Maybe it's not natural to me because you're the only person who makes me feel like saying rude shit. Now what does come natural to me is flying, and maybe if you weren't so focused on how things sounded coming out of my mouth you'd have noticed the TIEs flying on either side of us."
"Oh shit!" He exclaimed, caught off guard for once.
"We're going to have to land on the ship."
"what? why?"
"We don't have access to their channels of communication and we're going to have to explain what the hell we're doing flying off Crait. If we start flying towards the reactor now they'll just gun us down. We can pretend to be the soldiers that crashed on this ship, explain that we were only missing because the engine failed and we needed time to repair it. The communicator broke in the crash, and that's why we haven't called for help, got it?"
"Got it, captain" He said, with an impressed lilt in his voice.
You smiled, tallying this as a win against him. If it was impressive to him that someone could come up with a plan that wasn’t whatever made the most explosions, then so be it. He’d just better be prepared to be impressed for the next few hours.
As Han flew the TIE into the landing bay, it became increasingly clear that this was going to take more convincing on your part than you were prepared for. The two TIEs guarding either side of you followed you into the port, and a group of high ranking soldiers began to gather where your ship was landing. You shot Han a concerned glance before remembering it was useless through your helmet. He seemed to get the message anyways, giving you a short nod in response. You just hoped that meant he was taking this as seriously as you were and wasn't planning on doing anything rash.
The both of you slowly stepped out of the TIE, unsure of what the soldiers around you were planning. You tensed as a burly looking man approached, eyeing the both of you suspiciously-
“CF-0065, TZ-1764. It’s been quite some time since we’ve heard from you. Your vessels had been reported missing and it was our assumption that you had crashed or been captured. Explain what has kept you from reporting to your posts immediately.”
He snapped, authority evident in his voice. You decided to cut in before Han could say something stupid-
“Yes, sir. Our vessels crashed on Crait, and we have spent the time in between now and then repairing the engine of the more salvageable ship. We were able to get it functioning yesterday, and we're working on getting the communication systems functioning next. We spotted your ship flying over and hoped to explain ourselves and have aid in fully repairing the TIE.”
“Ah, yes, well I’m glad you were able to recover your vessel and return to work. We could use the extras hands on board.”
“What exactly is the mission of this vessel?” Han chimed in. “We’d like to help in whatever way best suits our skills.” He added, nonchalantly.
The man, who you had now gathered to be the chief officer, began to walk. The two of you followed, doing your best impression of the mindless soldiers surrounding you.
“Well, we were sent to a maintenance level scan of this star system, but have since detected some suspicious activity on this planet in particular.”
Your shoulders immediately tensed, and you shot a sideways glance at Han.
“We would like to get a more comprehensive idea of the situation before moving forward, so as of now we have not reported anything to the other fleets in the area. We’d prefer not to alert the planet of our suspicions yet, and give them the least time to prepare if we decide to strike.”
You silently thanked the stars that they haven’t allerted anyone else of their suspicions. You know Han did too, it’s going to make what you have to do here a whole lot easier without an entire fleet against you.
"Well, we’re both especially skilled in repair and maintenance,” Han jutted in, “so if you could point us towards the engine room we would be happy to make sure everything is working in order while you further investigate the planet.”
It was a risky move, and the general eyed you suspiciously.
“The both of us were able to repair a damaged TIE fighter engine with nothing but the materials we were able to trade for on Crait, if you have any issues we’d be happy to help.” You added, hoping it would convince him.
“Actually,” he conceded, “I have been concerned about the operation system in one of our navigation ports. We’ve been having quite a few rough takeoffs recently. I was going to wait until we landed to get it looked at, but since the two of you clearly possess enough skill to repair that TIE I’d rather you just take a look at it now.”
He led the two of you down a series of long, winding hallways, which you did your best to memorize if a quick escape became necessary. The room he brought you to was a small one, with about a hundred buttons you barely recognized. You may be an experienced pilot, but Empire technology was something else entirely. You just hoped the general wasn’t planning on staying, or you and Han would have to put on a pretty convincing performance.
“So,” Han coughed, “what seems to be the matter?”
“Well since you two are such experienced mechanics, shouldn't you be the ones telling me?” The general questioned suspiciously.
“Of course, Sir,” You turned, praying to god that you could make some sense of this mess in time to keep your cover. “It looks like-”
A loud thud echoed behind you and you whipped around to see Han standing over the unconscious general. He just shrugged, turning to replace the wrench he pried off the wall to club him with.
“Han!” You whisper-shouted, trying not to alert more people than he probably just did by being his typical, impulsive self.
“What? He replied, “He was totally on to us and It was more trouble than it's worth to try and convince him we know anything about Empire tech.”
“Right, so you decided braining him with a wrench was the next best option?”
“We don’t have time for this, Y/N. At this point we’re going to have to sabotage the reactor from the inside, which might take more effort than we anticipated.”
“And what are we supposed to do with him?” You both eyed the unconscious general, and Han shifted his gaze to a utility closet in the corner.
A few good thunks with the wrench for extra measure later, the both of you began to fold, shove, and contort the general into a crate in the navigation room closet. You had taken your helmets off, sweating uncomfortably with the effort it took to lift the fairly bulky man across the room. You wiped your forehead, staring at the now properly concealed general, and shot a concerned glance at Han,
“How long do you think it’ll take before they notice he’s gone?”
“I think we’ve got some time,” He said, reaching for his helmet.
It was at that moment that the doorknob began to jiggle, and in a blur of movement Han had you up against the wall with his lips on yours. It didn’t even register at first, shock and adrenaline coursing through your veins hard enough to freeze you completely.You weren’t exactly sure what the rules were in The Galactic Empire about soldiers kissing, but you had a feeling the punishment for being caught would be less severe than killing a high ranking general. Plus, this was probably the easiest way to hide both of your helmetless faces, yours may not be recognizable, but his certainly is. It took a second before you began to kiss him back, but by the time you let yourself reciprocate, you heard the door click shut and Han pulled away. You kicked yourself and your neurotic brain for running through all of the possible plans of action before you even got the chance to soak it in. You’d dreamed of this so many times, and in so many ways, and the one time it’ll probably ever happen you let it get away from you. As you looked back up at Han, he was stuck with the same searching look you couldn’t wipe off your face. You stared back at him for a second, trying to gauge his reaction.
Han butted in, cutting right through your thoughts. “Maybe we should do that again. You know, just in case they come back.” He said, dazed.
“Yeah…” You muttered, “Yeah that might be best.”
His lips crashed back into yours, and you kissed him with a renewed sense of purpose. Han kissed with a passion you had never felt before. With everyone else it had been awkward and fumbling, but the two of you seemed to fit together so naturally. You took a metal note of every part of him, from the rough feeling of his lips to the bold flick of his tongue. You tried to memorize everything you loved about this, because you knew it was never going to happen again. You’re sure you were going to torture yourself with this moment forever, so you might as well remember it as clearly as possible. The way his hands grazed your waist, not grabbing, but just hovering above your hips with a feather-like touch as if he was afraid you were going to burn him. How his adams apple bobbed when you kissed his neck, swallowing hard out of desperation. The way his hands felt in your hair, not tugging, but carding through it with a sort of reverence. He pulled away too soon, tearing you out of your blissful analysis of his body and back into the present tense.
“We can’t keep doing that,” He said, panting.
“Yeah, I think we’re in the clear and we need to find the reactor” You replied, trying your best to hide how it stung and moving towards your helmet.
“No.” Han put both his hands on your shoulder, holding you in place, “No, we can’t keep doing that because if we do I will want to do it again.”
“What?” You paused, shocked.
“You know what I mean, Y/N, don’t make me say it out loud.”
You stared back at him blankly, truly at a loss for words.
“Jesus Y/N, Do I have to spell it out for you? I’m in love with you!”
“What?” Seemed to be the only word your brain could muster in this moment. You felt as though your whole world view was crashing around you, as though the very ground beneath you was shaking… On second thought, the ground might actually be shaking, because judging by Hans face you weren't the only one feeling the rumbling beneath you.
“We’ll deal with this later.” He shot you a look before grabbing his helmet and running out the door, following quickly after to discover what was the matter.
It became clear as you walked that the ship was preparing for takeoff, but you weren’t sure why. Your nerves were on fire, and you know you’ve wasted too much time to get it wrong now.
“That general sure wasn’t kidding when he said their takeoffs were rough. We need to get to the reactor before they can get the ship up and running or we’re screwed.” Han said, eyeing you nervously.
“Do you think if we go back to the landing bay we can tell them we have orders to go back to Crait and investigate some of the suspicious activity we saw on-world? If we take a nicer ship than the TIE we came in we won't have to worry about the blasters not being strong enough to take down the ship.” You replied, already in go-mode.
“Sounds like a great plan,” Han said, voice dripping with sarcasm, “except how the hell are we supposed to find our way back to the landing bay with no map of the ship?”
“Just trust me.” You said, grabbing his arm and leading him down the hall. Your freakish memory is good for more than memorizing Hans lips, and you were able to bring the two of you back exactly the way you came. You strode up to the nearest pilot you could find, and with the confidence of somebody who has no other choice, demands he give the two of you access to an ST-70 Assault Ship.
“For what purpose?” He responds, taken aback by your assertiveness.
“We are the two soldiers who we’re just recovered from Crait, and were ordered back down there to investigate suspicious activity on the planet. We don’t have time for this, just give us the vessel.” Han repeated what you had planned to the pilot, striding towards the ST-70.
“I haven’t been told of such an order, the two of you are going to need to wait until I receive the command from higher up to authorize use of this vessel.” The pilot replies sharply.
“We’ve already been held up by engine maintenance,” You added, not exactly sure where this was going but hoping you found something convincing to say in the midst of your rambling, “and spent much of that time relaying to a general on this ship the reason for our brief disappearance. We are part of a high clearance mission to uncover rebel activity on the planet Crait, and are close to infiltrating one of the largest branches of their military. We came here to dismiss your vessel, as we were worried your presence would alert the Rebel Alliance of our presence on the planet.”
Han joined in, stepping up to the unarmed pilot with his intimidating stature.
“If you don’t hand over this vessel, the failure of a months-long plan to eliminate one of the largest branches of the Rebel Alliance will be on your head. Whatever you think we might do with this ship that is ‘unauthorized’ cannot possibly have consequences as dire for you as that will.” Han rolled his shoulders back, taking one more menacing step forward.
The pilot stepped aside, granting you and Han access to the ST-70. If the two of you make it out of here, you would have to be permanently assigned as partners for missions like these. You have never felt more invigorated or on your game than when you were with Han, the idea of the word ‘partners in crime’ finally settling in your skin. You weren’t out of the woods yet though, and as Han began to start the ships engines, a very rumpled looking general marched into the landing bay.
“Shit!” You exclaimed. “Go, Han, Go, go, go go GO!”
“I hear you Y/N!” Han shouted back, kicking the ship into overdrive and jolting you violently into space.
You got a few feet out from the ship before three TIE fighters started tailing you, and Han took a sharp left before nose-diving under the belly of the ship. You whipped around to the laser cannons, doing you best to aim as Han whipped the ship around to try and find the main engine. Just as you took one TIE out, two more appeared.
“Do you have eyes on the engine Han?” You shouted, limbs tingling as you shot down two more TIE fighters.
“Got it!” He yelled back, and you swiveled to face the ship's surface as he flew at top speed towards the engine.
You began to count down, preparing Han to nose dive the second you blasted this thing out of the sky.
“Three… two.. One!” You fired directly at the engine, and your stomach did somersaults as Han dodged the blast.
“Yes!” He screamed, and you laughed with manic joy as you felt relief wash over you.
The TIE fighters following you weren’t prepared to dodge the blast, and the two of you watched joyfully as they went down with the ship. You barreled towards Crait, with more than just a successful mission to show for it. The two of you had just destroyed a high ranking Empire ship, and come back with an ST-70 Razor Crest M-11 ship as your bounty. Han landed the ship and ripped off his helmet, smiling from ear to ear. The excitement was electric, making its way through every limb and out your fingers to charge the atmosphere around you. You turned to Han and before you knew it you were crashing your lips into his, desperate for an outlet. He kissed you back with double the vigor of the last time, and seemed to be determined to explore every inch of you. Your mouth, your waist, your hair, your thighs, he groped and fumbled at all of you as you pushed back with just as much energy. Kissing Han felt like, for lack of better word, winning. Winning your first race as a newly vetted pilot, winning a mission against the empire, winning the man you thought wanted nothing to do with you and you thought you wanted nothing to do with. You laughed into the kiss as he bit your lip, giddy with an amount of energy you didn’t know how to control.
“What?” He said, sporting that smug grin you always wanted to slap off of his face.
“Nothing,” you replied, deciding firmly that kissing it off was the better option. “I’ve just been so in love with you forever and can’t believe this is happening.”
FIN.
Imagine: Finding the Porg. Requested by: @porgswillrullgalaxymotherfucker
You were walking around Falcon, admiring this old, still working ship. It was an incredible experience to you but coldness was a bit frustrating. You were wandering like this for a while before you heard a quiet sound, it was something like a chirps. You looked around but didn't really see anything, so you decided to follow the sound to find a source. You were looking for ten minutes, until you’ve found a little bird-like creature, hiding in the vent. "Hey... What are you doing here, little buddy? It’s not too safe for you to be in such a place," you took off vent's cover and smiled gently. "Don't be afraid. I won't hurt you." Creature looked at you and blinked with those big eyes. It ran up to you and nuzzled to your jacket. You blinked. "Oh... You are cold. Well, you aren't the only one. I have an idea,” you said, then gently picked the animal up and put it into your jacket's furry hood. "Here, now you should feel better." Animal let out few happy sounds and nuzzled to the fur in your hood. You only giggled and then decided to join others. "Hey, Finn! Wanna see something? Look what have I found in the vent,” you told to him and showed your hood. "What is it?" Finn asked, looking at the animal. "I have no idea. I mean... It's a bird or at last something close to a bird but he or she likes my jacket," you giggled. "What have you got there, kid?" Poe asked and petted your shoulder as he joined you and Finn. "I found this little animal that hides now in my hood. I think it trusts me. Maybe I shall adopt him or her," you smiled at the pilot. Poe looked into your hood and smiled. "Oh. You have a Porg there, well, you can always try to tame him." "Or her,” you added and then Porg jumped on to your shoulder. "Hey there, little one. Do you feel better?" You asked, gently touching Porg's head. Porg let out a soft sound and nuzzled to your hand. "Aww, that's too sweet for me,” Poe summed up, smiling, and Finn just laughed. You giggled. "I think I have one more friend now."
AUTHOR: Cass
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Lights Out || Poe Dameron x Reader One Shot || (High School AU)
Summary: You're girlfriend of Poe Dameron. He fools you that he needs some help with learning. Soon, it turns out that he lied only to spend some time with you. How the things will end?
Warnings: none
Words: 2020
Author: Cass
A/N: This fic was written for @justsomewritingprompts ‘ s writing challenge. I had: Scenarios: 15 Study Date || Quote: 14. “Sweetheart, I cannot even begin to tell you how much you mean to me” || items: 11. Candles
"Finally." You muttered to yourself as you heard knocking on the door. Poe was supposed to be here half an hour ago to study with you but somehow he was late this time.
You quickly jogged to the door and opened them with a smile on your lips. It was no one else but Poe indeed, but you blinked surprised when you saw a puppy in his arms. "What BB is doing here...?" You asked and looked at your boyfriend.
With a huge grin on his lips, Poe leant towards you to place a little kiss to your cheek. "I didn't know when I'll be back, so I took him with me. I didn't want him to sit in my room alone, you know," he explained clearly, smile never left his face. "So, you're ready? Because I am," he laughed shortly, entering your room and putting corgi down on the floor. "Where we will start? Do you have some plans?"
You giggled when puppy ran to you, you gently pet its head and looked at Poe. "I told you yesterday that I will be ready, and you have to tell me what's your problem," you reminded him as you sat on your bed, puppy immediately joined you. "So? What subject gives great Poe Dameron such a big trouble that he needs his girlfriend to help him?” You asked, looking at him.
"Trigonometry," he said simply, spreading his arms in helplessness. "It's about trigonometry, Y/N."
Young man approched your bed and took a seat next to you. He petted his puppy, sighing. "If you won't help me, I'll fail last exam. And it'll mean I won't get scholarship for next semester," he explained simply.
You blinked even more surprised than moment ago when you saw BB. "Uhm, really? I have seen you during the classes, it didn't look like you have a problem with trigonometry but okay. I am sure you know the best what kind of help you need. I will go get my books."
After a short moment, you returned to him with two thick handbooks. "Okay, this should be an enough help for you. You should be happy that my parents and brother are away, we will have peace and quiet to learn," you summed up, sitting back on your previous place.
Poe took books from you and opened one of them lazily. He read one of the pages for a little while, then looked back at you. "Okay. But please, explain me how shall I be solving this quadratic equation, hmm?" Poe asked.
You picked up a big notebook that you were always using during the classes. "Okay, so come closer and I will try my best to explain you everything, and next time pay more attention during classes, don't goof around with your pals, okay?" You kissed his cheek with a smile. "Okay, let's start."
Then you started to explaining him every little detail in every step of solving the mathematical problem that he should make. You enjoyed this, not only a fact that you were helping him but also the fact that he was so close. His chest pressed against your back and his head on your shoulder made you feel relaxed and calm.
Poe was pretending that he was listening to your words. Truth was, however, that after a short while he started falling asleep. He felt this blackness came over him. Like a blanket, but not a blanket of warmth but a blanket of coldness making Poe shiver slightly. But somehow it's making his eyes felt heavier and heavier. He finally closed his eyes, nuzzling more to your shoulder, his arm wrapped around your waist.
You were deep in your thoughts, explaining him everything. You really wanted to help him, because he was your boyfriend. "... then you need to move this here, and sum this numbers here, and you will get what you need, do you understand?"
You waited for a little but received no answer. "Poe?" You looked on your shoulder with a corner of your eye, and couldn't believe the view. "Poe Dameron, are you serious right now?!" You raised your voice, growling slightly at the young man.
The anger was building in you, how could he be sleeping when you were trying to help him?!
Poe opened his eyes lazily, yawning. "What? Uhm, no, no, I meant yes, sum stuff," he mumbled and kissed your cheek. "To be honest, I know what are you talking about. Truth is," he yawned again and got up, rubbing his temple, "I am good at math. I don't need any help. I've came here because we spend not enough time together lately, and I miss you, Y/N," Poe explained openly.
You looked at him and couldn't believe his words. It was truth that you were focused on your own stuff, you only had some time for each other during breaks between classes but still, this really got onto your nerves.
"Poe, I understand but..." You raised your voice again but suddenly were cut off by darkness.
The whole house went dark. "Oh, for God's sake," you rolled your eyes.
"Lights out again, huh?" Poe giggled. "Do you have candles? We can lit them up."
You let out a deep sigh. "Yes, dad said he fixed this," you muttered and pulled out your phone to turn on the flashlight. "I think that mom put all candles in one of the cabinets in the hallway, we just need to look for them, because I am not sure in which one they're set."
You got up from bed and walked to the door, you opened them and entered the hall.
You started to roam through cabinets as soon as you got to them. "If you find any candles, please, don't touch the black ones. Ben has some freaking seventh sense and he even knows when someone dared to touch his precious stuff." you muttered.
"Your brother is emo, isn't he? Sometimes he reminds me about that young boy, the vocalist of that German band, Tokio Hotel. But fortunately, Ben doesn't wear make-up. Yet... Or am I wrong?" Poe peeked into one of the cabinets and clapped his hands. "Got 'em, Y/N!"
You laughed loudly and shrugged. "Maybe a little bit, it's hard to tell who he truly is. Mom says it's just a phase but it's weird. Makeup... Well. I don't know anything about this.. But once I found my eyeliner in his room. Let's hope it won't get worst."
You kissed his cheek and smiled. "Take them to the living room and I will go to find a lighter and maybe something to eat for BB and us," you said, and then walked to the kitchen.
"Lighter isn't needed, I got one in my pocket, you know that I am into cigarettes," Poe lit three candles, placing them into candlestick, he put it on the counter of your desk. "BB and I would be happy if you would share that delicious turkey your mom has made on Sunday!"
You rolled your eyes and shook your head. "Okay, I will see if we have leftovers," you answered.
After a few minutes, you came back with a two big plates and one smaller. "Here, something for us and something for your little buddy," you said after putting plates on their places.
You sat on the couch next to Poe. "I guess I need to wait until tomorrow. Dad will have to fix the light again, or mom will just call a specialist," you giggled and started to eat.
Poe did too, but he also put little plate on the floor, so BB could have eaten, too. "You ain't mad at me?" He asked.
"To be honest, I am a bit mad. I really thought you are in trouble when it comes to school, I was worried. You could have simply told me that you wanna hang out, you know I would gladly accept it," you looked at him. "It wasn't a nice thing to trick me like this. Don't do this again," you warned him and looked down at the puppy. "It's getting late," you noticed.
"It is, apparently. Was it a slight attempt to get rid of me and BB?" Poe laughed warmly. "Don't worry, we'll head back home soon. You still have to review the material for test."
"I already did that, Poe. You said we don't spend much time together, and it's weekend. You think your dad would be mad if you would stay with me? I am slightly afraid of the darkness, I don't want to be alone and we could spend some time together," you offered softly, looking at him.
"I will call him, soon. Don't worry. I guess he won't have anything against that idea."
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In the darkness your cuddles were feeling like a little touch of heaven, warm, together, cozy.
Poe wished he could extend the night just so he could stay close to you for longer, safe in your embrace.
Your arms were wrapped right around him, bringing a peace he's never known before, a calming of the storms in young man's heart. He knew it's you that was giving him hope for the future. In your embrace, Poe started to believe that there was nothing out there to fear. "I love that little moments when we're together. No one else counts but we. Priceless," Peo hummed lazily into your ear.
You purred quietly and smiled. "I know, sweetie. I am so sorry if you ever thought that I neglect you or something like this," you said and kissed his jawline, then put the head to his chest, listening to his heartbeat.
Poe was a blessing, you couldn't ask for more. He was always there when you needed him, and even when you didn't, and maybe especially then. You were so deeply in love with him.
"I love you, Y/N," Poe whispered into your ear. "Sweetheart, I cannot even begin to tell you how much you mean to me." he added.
His fingers were tangled in your hair as he kissed your temple. "You're my everything."
You hummed quietly at his words. "I love you too, Poe. You are my world," you said before kissing him softly on the lips.
Rest of the evening went rather quickly. You snuggled with Poe under a soft, warm blanket. Soon, both of you fell asleep in each others' arms.
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You woke up next morning to the view of your brother's face right above your own.
"For God's sake, Ben! Do you want me to die on heart attack?!" You growled at him.
"Mom! He is here again! Why is he in my house again?!" Ben yelled, and you in the meantime gently touched Poe's cheek in an attempt to wake him up.
"First of all, it's not only your house. Second, good morning sweetheart, and hi, Poe," Leia said with a kind smile as she stepped into living room.
Poe got up quickly, stretching his shirt. "Morning, ma'am. I am sorry, we've learnt for a long hours, I happened to fall asleep, so Y/N decided to let me stay."
"Hi mom," you muttered and nuzzled to Poe's shoulder.
"I bet you two got laid," Ben said with a smile.
You facepalmed and shook your head. "No, I was helping him with math, it took us long, plus light went off again and I didn't want to sit alone," you grunted, rolling your eyes.
"Oh, that's so sweet of you, Y/N. You see? I told you we should have called professionals," Leia said, turning to Han. He only rolled his eyes. "Now I will make breakfast for three of you." Your mother added looking back at you.
You smiled and nodded. "Sounds perfect, right sweetie?" You looked at Poe. "Oh, by the way. Good morning," then you kissed his cheek and skipped to the kitchen.
Ben frowned looking at Poe. "I hate you."
"Get used to me better," Poe chuckled slightly. "Maybe one day in the future you'll be my brother-in-law," Dameron wiggled his brow and followed you. "Y/N, wait for me!"
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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