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The Millennium Falcon arrives on Takodana by Robert Watts
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The obscure Star Wars facts you have to dig up when writing 'between the scenes' of the movies. For example, did Poe have an astromech droid with him in Black One during the dogfight on Takodana? Or was he stupid enough to go into battle without one just because he didn't have BB-8? Watched those sexy scenes closely and got my basic answer. Wookieepeedia did the rest!
Hello R0-H2!
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Okay, y’all. These new in-universe motel keychains showed up today and I am just SO delighted with how they came out!
The one on the left is for Takodana Castle from The Force Awakens. There’s no way Maz Kanata doesn’t have rooms, right? Somewhere for a tired scoundrel to stay between heists. This keychain is for room 34, 34 ABY being the year in which the Force Awakens takes place.
The one on the right is for Sorgan Common House, which hosts the tavern where Din Djarin and Grogu stop for some soup before running into Cara Dune…and later Omera and the krill farmers. I’m sure that this little spot is both a tavern and an inn, so I made a keychain for room 8, 8 ABY being the year this episode of The Mandalorian takes place.
I hope you love these! I had so much fun designing them for you. Shop is here.
#star wars#the mandalorian#din djarin#grogurt#grogu#baby yoda#omera#sorgan#mandomera#maz kanata#takodana#the force awakens#star wars sequels#rey skywalker#han solo#star wars fanart#etsy artist#etsy shop
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More rewrite Rey ~
Practicing with some new brushes today whilst conceptualising more feral femme fatale Rey. Showing some more costume variations, as well as how I plan for her to look on Takodana before being abducted by Kylo Ren.
I was trying to find some good references for anatomy and posing when I came across some amazing concepts of Jane Porter from Disney's Tarzan that looked very similar to Daisy Ridley, and they served as inspiration for all the above drawings.
Original Jane Porter concept art below
#kaneni art#kaneni posts#star wars#star wars sequel trilogy#star wars fanart#the force awakens#TFA#rey#jakku#takodana#rey of jakku#rey nobody#sequel trilogy rewrite#character redesign
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I Played Blast: Takodana - First Order | Star Wars: Battlefront II
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Game: Star Wars Battlefront II (2017)
Map: Takodana - Maz's Castle
Faction: First Order
Mode: Blast
#star wars#battlefront#star wars battlefront#battlefront 2#battlefront ii#star wars battlefront 2#takodana#maz's castle#first order#gaming#youtube gaming#jonberry555#Youtube
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“The Porg Princess” illustration
I commissioned @laurabarcali to draw Rey and Ben in my Swan Lake AU. She went beyond all my expectations!
This particular scene is in the epilogue, but this also has elements of other scenes set at the lake on Takodana or involving dancing, twilight, and porgs. Although, like many writers and artists, I depicted Rey trying on Padme’s dresses at one point, I believe she would be most comfortable in Leia’s Endor dress, since it’s so similar to her own style.
You can read “The Porg Princess” on my accounts on FanFiction.net or on Archive Of Our Own, and see the original post of this drawing on Twitter.
#Laura Barcali#Reylo fan art#Reylo fanart#Reylo fan fiction#Reylo fanfiction#Reylo fanfic#Swan Lake AU#Reylo#Takodana#porgs#fairy tale AU#fairy tale vibes#Lake Nymeve#romance#dancing
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STAR WARS EPISODE VII: THE FORCE AWAKENS WAS RELEASED 7 YEARS AGO TODAY
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Mandalorian at the Takodana Forest
(repost from zriwael on ig)
#the mandolarian#style#star wars#fan art#fanart#artwork#digital art#my art#art#illustration#din djaren#drawdrawdraw#design#drawing#the mandolorian fanart#din djarin#pedro pascal#takodana#boba fett#forest#film#scifi#sci fi movies
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You: I can tolerate a lot of bullshit from this fandom, but i draw the line at doubting Poe's piloting abilities
Seem about right?
THAT'S ME THAT'S ME TO A FUCKING TEE, BABEY.
I'm sorry but there is no one, no fucking one, in the GFFA that flies anything remotely close to how Poe flies. The only pilot I've ever seen that comes close is Plo Koon, aka my actual father. I love him so much.
Okay, like I'm sorry but Han is not beating this man. Han rounded down on the Kessel Run so he didn't even do it in 12 parsecs, actually. It might be true that Han is better at flying freighters, but I think we can easily say that Chewie is also doing some of the heavy lifting there as well because they're a two man team.
POE DID NOT GRADUATE FROM FLIGHT ACADEMY A YEAR EARLY, BE PUT IN CHARGE OF HIS OWN SQUADRON AND GIVEN THE RANK OF COMMANDER A YEAR OR SO AFTER THAT, AND BE PUT IN CHARGE OF THE RESISTANCE'S ONLY FLIGHT WING*, JUST FOR PEOPLE TO SLANDER HIS ABILITIES LIKE THIS!!!!!!!!
And that's not even getting me STARTED on the fact that he easily lightspeed skips (or the fact that he first did so at 17), how quickly he's able to familiarize himself with other ships in order to fly them, THE FACT THAT HE FLEW A SAIL THROUGH THE STORMS ON PHERYON WHICH HARDLY ANYONE SURVIVES DOING, or the fact that he blew up Starkiller AND survived a one man assault on a fucking Dreadnaught AND a Stardestroyer
NOBODY IS OUT FLYING HIS ASS, OKAY. THIS IS THE HILL I AM CHOOSING TO DIE ON ITS MY TOXIC TRAIT, I FULL HEARTEDLY BELIEVE HE COULD KICK EVERY PILOT IN THE GFFA'S ASS HE'S BEEN TAUGHT BY SHARA FUCKING BEY AND WEDGE ANTILLES LIKE COME ONNNNNN
*which consists of two squadrons. well originally four. but then it was two. This doesn't include the bombing squadrons btw Fossil is in charge of those.
#listen. LISTEN.#I HAD MY DOUBTS#I WAS A LITTLE BITCH ASS 16 YEAR OLD IN 2015 WHO SCOFFED WHEN OSCAR CALLED POE THE BEST PILOT IN THE GALAXY#AND YOU KNOW WHAT MY ASS GOT HUMBLED REAAAAAAAAAAAL QUICK ON TAKODANA AND I DESERVE THAT#/13/ TARGETS!!! IN ONE GO!!!!!!!!!!!!#he could wipe the FLOOR with han solo and anyone else he wanted to okay okay thank you#anyway thank you for the laugh orb fhdjfk#ask box#i-belong-to-the-stars
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Finn Week, Day 1 - Physical courage
Feeling fear yet choosing to act. Involves developing resilience and awareness.
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#finnweek2022#finn star wars#star wars#i used the ref pic of the scene where he first ignites the lightsaber on takodana#theres my boyyyyy#my art#mine#star wars fanart#finn.txt
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Why is it admirable for the twins to treat R2 like a real person and recognize his apparent sentience, but Anakin doing the same is him "not valuing the lives of clones"
Why is it a negative trait for ANAKIN to respect that R2 is a person too
Like, fuck it, I could draw parallels of "sacrifice human lives to save the droid that has the sensitive information" between That Episode of tcw and the ending of Rogue One/opening of ANH. Is it the same? No, Leia planned hers, while Anakin just didn't want to brainwash his friend into non-personhood, but in both cases, human lives are sacrificed for a droid that the main characters believe to be just as much of a person as any human.
Do we look at R2 in RotS, full of initiative and imagination and setting fires to save Anakin, and say "that's not a person?" Do we look at R2 in ANH, actively tricking a psychic human person (Luke) to go off and find Obi-Wan on his own, and think that's not a person? Do we nearly cry at finding and waking R2, old and tired and depressed on Takodana, and not think that's a person with feelings and memory and a sense of love?
We can talk about Anakin valuing R2 over clones, but let's not make it out to be Anakin valuing "a droid" over humans when we know that droid is a person.
(This is not an invitation for discourse. I know the arguments. I dislike them. The question is rhetorical. Do not clown on this post.)
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I Always Get What I Want | K.R.
pairing: Kylo Ren x fem!reader
summary: You find yourself in the clutches of Kylo Ren, how and why you were unsure, but you were even more unsure of your attraction to him. He saw your thoughts, he knew how you felt, and consequently he knew how he needed to require information from you.
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warnings: swearing, dirty talk, virgin!reader, loss of virginity, (slight) dubcon, fingering, cum eating, unprotected sex, PinV sex, inappropriate use of the force, Kylo's an asshole
A/N: kylo was the first adam character i ever fell for so this felt oddly healing to write lmao
Your eyes fluttered fluttered open but everything was blurry. As your vision came into focus the throbbing pain in your skull became more apparent. Only then did you realize you had no idea where you were.
Your arms tugged to rub your eyes, soothe your burning headache— but your arms were confined. Letting out a confused murmur you looked around, trying to figure out where you were.
“Ah, you’re awake.” The metallic and vaguely inhuman voice made your blood turn cold. You immediately knew the source of the voice.
That’s right… you were on Takodana fighting with the Resistance before everything went dark.
Despite the thick lump of nerves that formed in your throat, you spoke. “Where am I?”
He had the nerve to laugh, regardless it was more of a huff of a laugh, but it was still audible even over the synthesizer of his mask.
“You’re on my ship.” His voice had a snap to it, one that spoke wordlessly that he wasn’t interested in playing polite greeting games.
But his response only made the hair on your neck stand straight up— what in stars sake could he possibly want with you to such an extreme he’d capture you and load you onto his ship?!
You wracked your brain recalling every event moment for moment as it passed, but it was incredibly difficult as your head throbbed, making it seem almost impossible to recount events clearly.
Han Solo. Takodana. Fighting Stormtroopers. The metallic hiss of his synthesizer… then blackness. An all encompassing blackness.
Another huff of a laugh ripped you from your thoughts— and you could’ve sworn the thrumming in your head seemed to die down.
“For the Resistance, you’re not very bright.”
Your arms pulled against the restraints, wriggling in your chair as you tried to face your captor— the absolute vile creature that was Kylo Ren.
As if he knew you wanted to face him, he effortlessly glided around the edge of your confining seat.
He was large, dark— and not just in dressing but in energy too. His leather cladden hands were interlocked behind his back. His cold and empty mask staring right in your direction, you could feel his eyes on you though you could not see them.
“Why am I here?” you spat with a sudden haste. You were truthfully less concerned with your own predicament than you were of your fellow fighters— your friends.
“Why do you think you’re here?” his tone dripped with a sticky sweetness that made your stomach roll with annoyance. He was toying with you.
He grazed around your chair again, looking away from your direction as he strolled in front of you. “There’s a droid working for your… friends… I need it’s location and you’re going to give it to me.”
Your brows furrowed, “I’m not giving you anything.” His mask snapped back in your direction. “No?”
For not being able to see his own face, this was the most intense staredown you’d ever been in.
“We’ll just have to see about that, won’t we?”
Before you had a moment to think, a leather hand outstretched and the throbbing of your head grew the strongest it’d been. It drew a tear from your eye as you strained and hissed through your teeth trying to fight the pressure that made your skull feel like it was going to explode.
You despised this guy. He was weak, and even worse he was a coward… hiding behind a mask.
Almost with a shudder his hand withdrew and the pain ceased though a pounding lingered. “I see you think so highly of me.”
“What does it matter what I think of you?” You spat again, a soft pant to your words as you recovered from the pain.
His head cocked to the side as he looked at you, stars, how you’d love to punch him in the face.
He raised his hands and you winced, readying yourself for another wave of pain but you were instead met with a whooshing hiss that made your eyes shoot up to find the source.
How you wish you hadn’t looked up.
Kylo Ren had pulled off his helmet and rather glamorously shook his head causing his raven waves to bounce free of the metal enclosure from which they were previously held.
Another lump formed in your throat as you looked over him. He had big, almost puppy dog-ish brown eyes. His nose was large and perfectly angled. His lips were plush and pink. The skin of his face was littered with freckles and beauty marks that envied a map of stars in the galaxy.
Being so momentarily enraptured by his appearance you’d failed to notice the drumming in your brain growing larger. “I’m flattered.” he hummed with that same sticky sweet tone.
You cursed yourself under your breath. He was Han and Leia’s son… of course he would be captivating… if only he hadn’t captivated you, literally and figuratively.
He was still in your head and his lip quirked upward in disapproval of your thoughts about his parents.
“Where is the droid?” he asked again.
This was pointless— “You know where the droid is, you were on Takodana, were you not?” you hissed. “What happened to my friends?”
His eyes narrowed briefly as he considered you. “Perhaps you’ll be pleased to learn I have no idea.”
Somehow that made you feel better and simultaneously worse. If he didn’t know they were dead, then they had to be alright, but that still only posed the question why you were here.
“Are you finished playing stupid now? I know you’ve seen the map… you’d somehow convinced the droid to show it to you.” His eyes narrowed again, the corner of his right eye twitched briefly. “You headed off Han Solo on Leia’s orders… I know everything.”
You wanted to scream in frustration, scream at him for being in your head, but all you could do was bite your tongue.
Because worst of all… he knew. He knew your thoughts, yes, but he knew how frustrated your thoughts became the longer you looked at him.
He took a few steps forward, closing in any respectable distance as he drew nearer to you, his head cocking again, looking at you. “I need to see that map… and I will see it by all means necessary.”
You wanted to cross your arms, put up all your defenses but this stupid chair held you pinned and vulnerable to him.
“You won’t get that map from me.” you spat.
His lip quirked up again, this time it was sly, almost entertained. “We’ll see.”
His hand outstretched again, the leather of his gloves strained against the stretch of his fingers as he reached further into your head.
You lurched out of the chair, fighting against it with every ounce of strength you had— and only when your mind flashed the image of his face again did the throbbing cease once more.
“Oh… I see.” You flopped weak and limp like a rag doll, only the restraints holding you up. You cursed under your breath for your mind’s betrayal against your senses.
Your eyelids fluttered weakly as you looked up at him through your lashes. You wanted to look away from him, in fact you begged that your body would react on its own, but it didn’t.
“I know just how to deal with you… it’s so clear to me now.”
Your brows gently knit, not knowing where he was going, before his fingers gently twitched and you shot straight back against the chair with a less than gentle bang as your head hit the metal support.
You couldn’t stop the groan that leeched out from your throat before your eyes caught him again, another sly smirk on his face.
He was still exceedingly close and you hated the way your stomach flipped as his eyes studied you. His hand outstretched again and with half the thought he was going to reach into your mind you pinched your eyes shut… but the thrumming didn’t start, and instead you felt fingers pinch against your chin.
Your eyes shot open wide, meeting his face as he held your gaze to look at him. “Strange…” he hummed. You tried to wiggle out of his grip, but it was firm, and the restraints weren’t helping your predicament… you had no choice but to sit helplessly and look at him.
You watched as his eyes drifted over your features before gliding down your neck— ever so slowly, until they glanced at your body. If you weren’t looking right at him, you would’ve missed it because only a beat later his eyes were right back on yours.
“Oh don’t worry… I can feel it.”
You bit back the whine that bubbled in your throat. He kept his grip on your chin, holding your gaze to his as you felt something caress the side of your neck making you jolt. His hand hadn’t moved yet it was unmistakable something was touching you. His smirk pulled again as he ran his leather cladden thumb against your cheek.
“You’ll learn… I always get what I want.” his words came out almost in a cooing fashion.
The caress on your neck drifted lower, now moving down your side. Your fists clenched, and Kylo’s gaze flicked toward them before looking to your eyes again.
“Don’t pretend you don’t like it.” he cooed again, a slight jeer in his tone. Your brows knit as you tried to rip your face away– not wanting him to stop, but not wanting to look at him either.
Only a moment too late did you remember the Force… that was the ghostly pressure that was sweeping down your hip, trailing around your thigh, inching closer and closer to your sex. This time as much as you hated it, you couldn’t stop the whimper.
You couldn’t decide what you hated more, Kylo’s entertained smirk, or the fact that your body betrayed you and you dripped with arousal over what he was doing to you.
The pressure caressed your slit, making you gasp and jolt, Kylo’s eyes glued on you the entire time. He had you just where he wanted you, the two of you both knew it. “Show me the map.” he purred.
You whined, shaking your head. You knew better than to speak, knowing your voice would betray you.
“Very well then.” Without warning, what felt like the pressure of two fingers slid inside you and you mewled pathetically, Kylo still watching you squirm. The pressure withdrew before reentering you, forming a pattern.
You wriggled in your seat and fought against Kylo’s grip, it was a feeling you were not familiar with… which again, Kylo knew. His own brows furrowed softly as he raised his hand, “You’ve never been touched like this?” he hummed. You could only whimper, but the pressure in your head appeared again– making it clear this would be his form of communication with you.
Kylo sucked his teeth and looked at you almost as if disappointed. “Then I suppose this is an honor.” his smirk curled back on his lips again. He was still in your head, still teasing your cheek with his thumb.
A third pressure applied around your clit, flicking over it and making you gasp again, trying to escape from his grasp. He had an expression of sick delight as he watched you fight against his grip on your face, watching as you writhed under the pressure of the Force.
You were forced to look into those big brown eyes, forced to watch as he studied your every movement– seeing what you reacted to the most. Your gaze drifted to his hand that was still raised– still reaching into your head. All of this being so completely new to you, being touched for the first time, you couldn’t stop yourself from wondering what he himself would feel like, and not the ghostly pressure.
As soon as you thought it you immediately cursed yourself, as Kylo’s smirk pulled into what was arguably a smile. “Filthy little thing, aren’t you?” he purred.
“Well, as you wish.” The throbbing in your head ceased as he lowered both his outstretched arm, and dropped your face.
The pressure around your clit and inside of you seemed to vanish into thin air, and he released your chin. Your body fought with the feeling of relief that it was gone, but also with the slight remorse you felt missing it.
Kylo stood from your side, coming around to the front of your chair. His eyes studied your body as he pulled himself in closer, his leather covered hand running down your chest and your abdomen before dipping beneath the waistband of your pants. The feeling made you gasp again. The leather was smooth and textured in a way that was entirely different from the pressure of the Force.
His fingers teased your cunt, sliding through your slit as his eyes looked into yours and he collected your slick on his gloves. He watched intensely as he plunged two fingers inside you. Your brows knit and you fought the urge to cry out.
His large hands felt even bigger with the leather of his glove, and the sensation was entirely new. His thumb caught on your clit as he rubbed circles against your nub.
“You wanna show me the map yet?” he asked, curling his fingers inside of you and making you moan out. You pinched your eyes shut, not wanting to look at him– you couldn’t bear to look at him, at the way he studied your expression so heavily as he fucked you on his fingers. Leather exploring territories of you that have never been crossed before.
You only opened your eyes when that caressing pressure glided across your throat before squeezing at the sides.
He hummed, “That’s better. I want to see those eyes.” You still wanted to hit him, to curse at him, he was still toying with you but in an even more cruel way.
He worked his fingers in and out of you, thrusting and curling them. His eyes flicked down to his hand, watching as it explored your cunt.
When you whimpered out a cry, he groaned, making you clench around his fingers. His eyes flickered back up to yours. “Oh?” he purred. He sucked his teeth softly, “Those little sounds you make…” he huffed softly.
Your eyes widened briefly as his other hand reached down his own torso, rubbing his hand against himself. He saw you watch, and his lip curled into another smirk as he hummed. His fingers curled inside you again, and you couldn’t help but moan out.
He withdrew his hand from you, looking away from your face as he studied the slick of your arousal coating his gloved fingers. His eyes met yours as he raised the glove to his plush lips, his tongue darting between his fingers and lapping it up, the sight making you whine again and clench around nothing. He drew his fingers into his mouth, sucking them off before removing them with a pop as he looked over you.
“Maybe I’ll have to fuck the map out of you… what do you think of that?” he cooed, making you whimper again.
He leaned over you again, his fingers reaching for your restraints. “If you try anything stupid, you won’t like the consequences, understood?” His gaze on you was so intimidating you couldn’t help but nod.
He unclasped your wrists and you didn’t waste a moment to rub them, sore and strained as they were from the tightness in which they were being held.
You didn’t get another moment to soothe your wrists as you were being pulled to your feet and turned around. Kylo pressed his hips into your backside as you bit harshly on your lip to stop the moan that bubbled in your throat. He grabbed hold of the waistband of your pants and with a swift tug he pulled them off of you, embarrassment ripping through your body at your exposure.
His leather hand groped your ass, rubbing against your skin as he pressed his hips against your backside again, making the whine pull from your throat.
Kylo tutted, “How would the Resistance feel if they saw you now?” You didn’t even have time to stop the pathetic whimper that escaped you following his words, and Kylo chuckled darkly.
You heard rustling behind you and as much as you wanted to look over your shoulder, you felt frozen. “Arms on the chair.” he ordered, and you unfortunately obeyed.
You gasped as he slid his cock between your folds, your body jolting slightly at the sensation, before a pressure applied to all your limbs and you were genuinely frozen to the spot.
You prickled with annoyance as the asshole used the Force to hold you still, but you didn’t have long to dwell on it as he prodded at your entrance and you sucked in a great breath.
Kylo sunk into you and you let out a cry as your insides were bittersweetly painful. It was a hot searing pain that was oddly intoxicating. You were suddenly thankful for the Force holding you steady, because you would’ve collapsed upon the feeling— he was big.
His hands found your waist, continuing to sheathe himself inside of you until his hips were flush with your ass, and he groaned as he bottomed out.
“Shit- you’re tight…” he huffed. It didn’t help that you clamped around him and he groaned again.
He pulled out of you slightly, drawing another cry from your throat before he sank back in.
After a few moments of slow thrusts, he picked up pace, pulling you back by the hips onto him. You moaned out as he fucked into you, the feeling making your head spin.
The only sounds in the room were skin hitting skin, your whines, and Kylo’s deep groans— you begged the stars that nobody could hear you.
His cock fucked you incredibly. He filled you up so well and prodded a certain spot inside you that sent shockwaves of pleasure through your system.
Kylo hummed, “You like this don’t you? Filthy whore… being fucked by my cock.” he hissed through his teeth as he issued a particularly painful thrust.
Two sensations added to your pleasure, the ghostly pressure was suddenly on your clit again, but was also squeezing at the sides of your throat, stifling another cry.
“I’m gonna make you cum on my cock like the little Resistance slut you are.” he hissed as his hips slammed against yours.
All you could do was offer more strangled moans as his pace grew frantic, his hands squeezing harshly on your hips as the pressure on your clit also quickened.
An unfamiliar knot grew in your core and every buck of his hips made it grow tighter. “K-Kylo-“ you whimpered, earning a husky groan in response.
The grip on your throat strengthened and you strangled out a gasp. “Filthy- fuck- filthy Resistance scum.” Kylo cursed.
He split you open with his ravenous and intense thrusts, he was anything but gentle. “You’re gonna cum when I tell you to- you understand?”
You squeaked out another response as the Force gripped the sides of your throat again.
Kylo was cursing and panting behind you, his movements rough and fervid as you poured out more cries and moans that managed to slip past the grip on your throat.
Tears stung at your eyes as the knot in your stomach was growing impossibly tighter, you weren’t sure what was happening but you had a feeling you weren’t going to last much longer.
You choked out his name again and he hissed between his teeth. “Cum like the slut you are.”
His hips buckled into yours and the pressure on your clit seemed to intensify, and before you knew it your vision blurred as the knot burst and your cunt clenched down around him— white hot pleasure flooding your senses.
You choked out a cry, pinching your eyes shut and the pressure holding your body still ceased, causing your limbs to tremble.
You had barely enough time to process your own release before Kylo uttered more curses and your cunt flooded with warmth, his hips still snapping against yours as your walls clenched, milking him to his end.
As his movements stilled he pulled out of you, removing his hands and almost making you collapse against the chair, but you fought to hold yourself up.
You glanced over your shoulder, watching as he pulled up his own pants and tucked himself back inside them before he caught your eye.
You barely had a moment before his hand outstretched and your head pounded, making you cry out.
Kylo grunted as your orgasm thankfully blurred your thoughts. His hands harshly tugged your pants back up and he turned you and roughly shoved you back into the chair.
As soon as you tried to put up a fight the Force seized your limbs and you went slack. He hastily buckled the restraints around your arms again.
“You’re horrible!” you spat at him.
Kylo only smirked, “You liked it.”
He stood to his full height, picking up his helmet and quickly replaced it over his head. “Don’t you worry, I will get that map from you… until then, I think I’ll be keeping you around.”
You cursed at him, making a metallic chuckle bounce off the walls of the interrogation room before doors screeched open and heavy footprints echoed out of the room.
Stars you hated Kylo Ren.
#adam driver#adcu#adcu smut#adcu x reader#smut#kylo ren x reader#star wars smut#kylo ren x you#ben solo x reader#kylo ren smut#whorecake fics
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WIP Wednesday
Well, I guess...
“Is that the Millennium Falcon?”
The Millennium Falcon? She’d heard of that ship.
“Well, that explains why BB-8 is here,” Poe said, a laugh in his voice. “The General is gonna be pissed.”
“Or maybe not,” Karè interjected. “It’s always been one way or the other with those two.”
Rey had no clue what they were all talking about. If memory served, the Millennium Falcon had achieved fame thanks to the smuggler turned rebel Han Solo. Which meant the General probably knew him. Or more?
Suddenly, a rather ominous looking Upsilon class shuttle rose from the surface behind the castle, flanked by several TIEs.
“Ren!” Poe said, venom in his voice.
“Should we go after him?” Snap asked.
“Negative!” Poe responded. “I just got a transmission from BB-8. He’s in the forest hiding, and the surviving civilians are safe. We’ve done our job. For now.” Rey could tell from the sound of his voice he would love nothing better than to blast that ship out of the sky, but it wouldn’t be an easy thing to do, and it wasn’t worth the effort right now.
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*slides $100 in a monopoly money over*
You got any sub!crosshair and Dom!reader smut in the back?
We Could Be More pt II
Summary: Recently defected from the Empire, you and Crosshair struggle to make ends meet while you cross the galaxy looking for a safe place to call home. At least you have each other.
Pairing: TBB Crosshair x F!Reader
Word Count: 1766
Warnings: Smut, oral M!receiving, Dom/Sub dynamics, reader is a gentle dom, Crosshair swears when getting laid
Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni
A/N: *accepts the money and slides this fic across the table* So, I decided to make this request a sequel to We Could Be More, since it seems to fit. I hope you like it! So this story (which is probably going to have a third part) is basically Crosshair and Reader falling in love and finding their happy ending. Why do I keep doing this to myself with Crosshair?
“I can’t believe you managed to talk that hack into buying the tie fighter,” You say as you offer Crosshair half of the sandwich you bought from a nearby stand.
“I didn’t sell it,” Crosshair counters, taking the sandwich gratefully, “I traded it for a better ship.”
“Better how?” You ask, as you take a sip of your grape drink.
“Well it comes with a droid-”
You release a happy gasp.
“-a protocol droid.” Crosshair continues, a small grin crossing his face as you wilt, “It’s the ship's pilot. It also has a proper kitchen and a bedroom.”
“Oh thank kriff,” You mutter under your breath.
“What, you didn’t like sleeping in the chairs?”
You scrunch up your nose at him, “Not in the slightest.” You finish your half of the sandwich, “I suppose we need to buy food now?”
“Already taken care of. That guy was way too happy to get his hands on a TIE fighter.”
“Mm, probably part of the rebellion.” You muse thoughtfully.
“Not our problem.” Crosshair warns, “We’re not getting involved.”
“Yeah, yeah. I know.” You toss your trash into a nearby can, and fold your arms over your stomach, “So, how are we going to afford to keep this ship?”
“Bounty Hunting.”
“Cross.”
“I know, I know. But it’s what I’m good at. And at least this way I get to pick my targets.” He points out. Crosshair quickly finishes his sandwich and tosses his trash as well, “In any event, it’s time for us to get off this planet and move on.”
“Where to?”
“Salesman said Takodana. He said that we can get help there.”
“Help?”
“That’s what he said. I figure it won’t hurt to check it out.”
“Your call.” You shrug, “If you think it’s safe then it probably is.”
He smirks at you, before he kisses the tip of your nose, “You’re too trusting.”
“It’s you, Cross.” You counter with a roll of your eyes.
“Mm.” He glances at you, a sly smile on his lips, “I don’t suppose you want to spend one more night in the hotel? For a repeat of last night?”
“Maker, don’t you have an off switch?”
“Yeah, it’s located in my dick, you have to suck really hard-” You punch him in the shoulder and he laughs.
“You’re a pig.”
“You weren’t saying that last night.” He says smugly.
“I…don’t recall.”
“So my dick was so good that you have no memory of it. Sounds like you need a repeat.” Crosshair muses as he drapes his arm over your shoulder and directs you towards the port where the new ship is waiting.
“Sounds like wishful thinking on your part.”
“Ooh, I’m hurt.” His grip tightens around your shoulder.
“Cross-” You murmur, your gaze flickering to the Stormtroopers harassing a shopkeeper further down the street.
“I see them. Keep walking. They haven’t noticed us.”
“...so much for a repeat at the hotel,” You quip with a small smile as you lean against him.
“Eh, we have our own bed now.” Crosshair replies, he keeps the stormtroopers in his sights right up until you climb the ramp onto the new ship, and only then does he start to relax.
He heads into the cockpit to give directions to the droid, while you poke through the rest of the ship. The kitchen is fully stocked, and the bedroom is clean and the bed even has fresh linens on them. More surprisingly, the closet is full of clothes. Actual, properly fitting, clothes.
“Surprise.”
You blink at him, “What’s all this?”
“The Fighter was worth a lot more than this ship. So with the extra I got all of this.”
“...how do you know what size bra I wear?”
“I spend a lot of time staring at your tits, kitten.”
You grin at him, “Honestly, it’s almost like you’re only using me for my body or something.”
“Eh, the rest of you isn’t terrible. But I really like your tits. And your ass.” Crosshair tilts his head to look at you, “That bother you?”
“Nope. I do have an amazing chest after all.”
“Alright, little miss modest,” Crosshair says, sounding deeply amused, “We’re taking off in the next fifteen.”
You hum a response as you pick through the clothes to see what he picked out for you.
“Does it all meet your approval?” He asks sarcastically.
“It does! Well done.” You pause when Crosshair inhales sharply, and you turn your speculative gaze towards him.
“Right, well…I’m going to go make sure the clanker doesn’t kark up our departure-”
You cross the room and lightly pinch the material of his shirt between two fingers, and Crosshair doesn’t pull away from you. “Cross,” Your voice is light, and he seems to curl in around you, “I want you to take this off, please.”
“...and why should I do that, kitten?” Crosshair asks, his voice low and raspy.
Your smile is small and peaceful, “Because I asked you nicely.”
He leans in slightly, “Maybe don’t ask so nice next time?”
Your eyes glitter with mirth, “Cross, take it off.”
“Why?”
“Because good soldiers follow orders,” You tease, “And you are a good soldier, aren’t you?”
Crosshair groans, “That shouldn’t be half as hot as it is.”
He steps further into the room and allows the door to slam shut behind him, before he peels his shirt off and tosses it to the side. You smooth your hands across his chest, lightly tracing the scars and tattoos that cover his skin. “Lay down please?”
It’s a soft request. Gentle. Just like everything else about you, but you have a feeling that Crosshair will treat it as an order.
And you’re right.
Crosshair settles himself in the middle of the bed, with his head resting on the pillows. His dark gaze trails over your body, and he tucks his arms under his head. “What’s the plan, kitten?” He asks.
“I’m going to taste you,” You reply immediately, “And then I’ll go from there.” You settle yourself on the bed next to him, and slowly unfasten his pants, giving him the chance to refuse you.
“You gonna take any of your clothes off?” He asks, as you lower his pants enough that his half hard cock bounces free.
“Hm…maybe. If you’re good.”
Crosshair watches you with half lidded eyes, “You don’t have to be so gentle, kitten. You’re not going to break me.”
You duck your head, a small smile on your lips, “I like being gentle with you, Cross.” You drag a single finger down the side of his cock, hard now that you’re touching him. “You deserve a little gentle.” And then you wrap your hand around him fully and give him a lazy stroke.
“Kriff-” His hips twitch at your touch.
Gently, very gently, you press your free hand against his hip, “Lie still, Cross.” He releases a second curse but stills his hips. You favor him with a warm smile, “Good boy, you follow orders so well.”
His head falls back with a low groan, and you can see the muscle flexing in his arms, “Motherkarking…-how are you so good at this?” He demands.
You just smile at him, “Would you like me to stop?”
“No I do not want you to karking stop you-” He trails off when you slowly raise your eyebrows, “I’m not going to beg you, kitten.”
“I would never ask you to,” You continue to languidly pump your hand, “I just want you to feel good.”
He releases a shaky breath, “I assume there’s more to this than just ‘lie still’.”
“You don’t get to touch me until after I’ve made you cum. That’s the only other condition.”
“At all?”
“At all.”
He flashes a cocky smirk, “Easy.”
“Well, we’ll see won’t we?”
With that said, you turn your gaze back to his leaking cock. He’s long and thick, though you’re not sure how he’d compare to other men. Honestly, you don’t much care, because he’s perfect for you.
You lower your head and lightly lick the precum from the head of his cock. His groan sounds like music to your ears, and you decide that you want to hear as many noises as he can make.
You wrap your lips around him and slowly start bobbing your head.
There’s no need to rush, after all. Plus, you’re still new at this.
He’s warm and heavy in your mouth, with a taste that you’ve come to associate with Crosshair over the last couple of days. Slowly you ease more and more of him into your mouth, using your hands to massage the part that you can’t quite take yet.
Above you he’s groaning, and alternating curses and praises.
You can feel the muscles of his thighs flexing under you, and you’re touched. Crosshair is so much stronger than you, the fact that he’s willingly going along with this is…incredibly empowering.
And incredibly arousing.
You pull back slightly when Crosshair groans your name, though you keep him in your mouth as you work him over with your hands.
He groans low in the back of his throat as you push him over the edge. You make sure to swallow every drop, and you don’t pull away from him until he’s spent.
“How was that?” you ask, a little shyly.
Crosshair drops his arms from under his head as he starts to catch his breath, “Incredibly, incredibly hot.” He finally says.
You smile slightly proud, “You didn’t mind?”
“If I did, it wouldn’t have gotten as far as it did, kitten.” He shifts and kicks his pants off the bed, and then turns his gaze towards you, “Come here.”
You slide up the bed so that you’re closer, and then you squeak when he quickly tugs you across his chest, his lips crashing against yours. He quickly tugs your clothes off and tosses them to the side, before immediately sliding one of his hands down to massage your ass, pulling a startled squeak from your lips.
“Kitten,” He murmurs as he breaks the kiss, “I want you to sit on my face-”
Your face flames with flustered embarrassment, and Crosshair smirks.
“And then I’m going to fuck you into the mattress.”
You pull away to press your flaming face against his chest.
“And after that, I’m going to show you how to be a proper Dom, Princess.” He coos in your ear, “Your way is very hot, I want to show you my way.”
You peek up at him, a small smile on your lips, “Okay.”
His smirk grows into a grin, “Good girl.”
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What I think the Obi-Wan series did right for me, which a lot of similar fill-in-the-gaps stories don't, is it filled in an emotional gap and not a plot one. This wasn't "how did Boba Fett survive the sarlacc pit" or "how did Anakin's/Luke's lightsaber get from Bespin to Takodana" or even (the simplest form of fill-in-the-gap) "what was he doing between x event and y event" (even though the series does answer that question, it's not the question it's answering). It didn't set out to "fix" or "explain" a plot "hole". It just looked at Obi-Wan at the end of Revenge of the Sith (betrayed, confused, guilty) and the next time we see him, in Rebels: Twin Suns or A New Hope (centred, calm, decisive, able to face Vader with equanimity and a hint of a smirk), and asked: how does this person become this other version of himself? What must he go through to get there? What must he realise and/or decide, and what would push him to get there? I'd love this to become the key question that determines whether it's worthwhile to revisit a character and tell an untold part of their story: are we just looking to answer a plot question, or are we bridging an emotional gap?
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wrote a teeny thing in accompaniment for this below under the cut!
There were whispers of confusion among the troopers after they had lifted off from Takodana. Lord Ren had boarded the ship with a prisoner, the scavenger who supposedly held the map of Skywalker’s whereabouts. They had watched in silent surprise as he’d strode in with the unconscious young woman in his arms, bearing her weight with no trouble. He hadn’t even cuffed her yet!
As soon as the ship door closed behind them and the prison keepers came forward to take the burden of the captive away and to her new cell, Lord Ren pinned them with a dead stare that made them pause and then turn tail swiftly.
Since then he’d stayed in the cargo hold. Everyone else was too nervous to approach, watching with ill-concealed curiosity. If General Hux had been there he surely would’ve had no qualms about going to Lord Ren and snapping him back to his normal state but he could not be summoned, as he was occupied.
By then the force sleep the scavenger was under was beginning to wear thin. She was coming in and out of it, a desert rat used to blazing heat now shivering in the frosty air of the ship. Her eyes were opening slightly, befuddled and uncomprehending, but she didn’t speak, looking as though she believed she were in the thick of a dream. Incredibly, Lord Ren didn’t seem to mind, to everyone’s shock--nor did he seem angry. In fact, he looked quite the opposite as he held her. No one had ever seen him so at peace, nor so protective of a stranger, much less a prisoner.
She looked up at his face and appeared frightened for just a moment, and then her face relaxed as if she recognized him just before the force sleep took hold of her again and she fell unconscious again.
The spectacle only lasted ten minutes. News came from the command center that Hux was on his way with questions about the situation on Takodana. He was expecting to have the map in hand immediately. The threat of his arrival and empty hands finally pushed the prison keepers to approach Ren again, and he relinquished the sleeping scavenger at last, not sparing her an extra glance as she was taken away to her cell.
He was frowning now, back to his usual self. Once, he shook his head--in disbelief, perhaps, as if he too couldn’t understand what had just happened to prompt his strange behavior.
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