#star wars tfa

[frog-cultist]

Something something they immediately went back to fighting after banging

[daydream-cement]

Suits and Hallways (NSFW)

Captain Phasma x Reader

Phasma notices you staring.

First weekend in Smutember with @alexusonfire! The first week prompt is formal wear!

When you were invited to attend the officer gala, you hadn’t been expecting to be put in such a position as this. With your pressed against the cold metal wall, you felt your dress being shifted upwards around your hips. 

You had on your formal dress, putting your best foot forward to make an impression on your higher ups. You thought you had done so when Phasma approached you. Moments ago you had been summoned to the deserted hallway by your captain, and with a viscous degree of roughness, Phasma had you up against the wall. 

“Your eyes have been wandering far too much. You are beyond obvious with those disgusting thoughts of yours.” Phasma hissed, her hands working into the waistband of your underwear. It was unceremonious - the way the captain pushed her fingers between your folds and felt her way to your clit.

“Wet already? 

You could only whimper. This felt so wrong. This was so unbecoming of a person of your status in the Empire. But you gave yourself over entirely, unable to say no to the alluring and handsome captain. This evening, she had been wearing a formal captain’s uniform that made your mouth water. The jacket fit her muscular shoulders perfectly and her pants were cut tight enough that nothing was left to the imagination. Your gaze must have caught her attention.

“You’re so fucking pathetic.” Phasma whispered, pressing the pads of her index and middle finger against your clit to rub circles against the bundle of nerves. The pressure of Phasma’s hand against the side of your head only seemed to increase as the degradation continued.

Phasma growled once more, her body weight fully pushed against you. Her voice was low and guttural, almost as if she were angry with you. In reality, it was all just a way to make sure she held dominance over you. “Do you like this? Do you like being treated like a stupid little slut?”

You remained silent, but this was clearly not the response the captain wanted. She pushed your face against the metal harder and the intensity of it all made tears prick in your eyes.

“Answer the question.”

“Yes…”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, I like being treated like a- a stupid little slut…”

“That’s what I thought.”

The grip on your face loosened slightly as her fingers went back to work, circling your soaked clit with increased fervor. Her breath was hot in your ear as she panted slightly. If you could have see. her face, you would have seen the mild look of enjoyment plastered across her lips and brow.

The captain’s fingers worked their way back towards your slick heat and you gasped quietly as she wedged her fingers into your cunt. She offered you no time to adjust to her lengthy digits when she began pumping them in and out at a building pace. 

Your little moans became more and more frequent. In spite of this, you attempted stifling them by clenching your teeth. When this failed, you drew a hand to your mouth and clamped your hand over it. 

Phasma disapproved of this action and made her dissatisfaction known by releasing your head from her grasp and wrenching both of your hands behind your back. She held your wrists in a vice grip and began slowing her movements in your underwear, teasing you to the point you felt as if you could explode. 

“P-please…” You begged Phasma, but she wasn’t interested in your pleas. 

“You think you have the right to ask me for anything?” Phasma scoffed as her fingers left your cunt to wad the fabric of your underwear around her fist. There was the sound of seams popping and the discomforting pain that was Phasma ripping the fabric off your body. “Fucktoys don’t get a say.”

At the feeling of the cold night air against your pussy, you felt terribly exposed. Anyone could walk from the gala at any second and watch you being dominated by your captain.

Her fingers dove back into your cunt, pushing their way into your fluttering hole. The pleasure of being filled again had you doubling over - your forehead pressed to the cold metal wall while your hands were still ratcheted behind your back. Phasma began pounding your cunt with her fingers - the removal of your underwear was her way of removing the barrier that kept her from doing so earlier.

Your cheeks turned red when you thought you heard the slap of her hand against your cunt echoing through the empty hall. You were praying no one would find you, but first and foremost, you needed to cum.

“How long have you been wanting me to do this? Have you been watching me in the locker room? Or do you just fantasize about what’s under the armor? Is that why you can’t control yourself now?” From Phasma’s tone, one could tell she was smirking. She was so satisfied with herself for making another of her subordinates crumble. 

“Y-you look so good in your suit…” You sob, unable to be dishonest about what drove you to stare.

“I know.”

The captain’s confidence was unbelievably sexy. 

Suddenly, and without warning, you came hard, a strangled cry jumping from your throat. But Phasma wasn’t stopping there. Her rapid fingering continued, only now she released your arms and added her other hand to the mix. With her opposite hand, she began rubbing at your clit and you felt yourself losing all control. 

“Silly little slut. What if the other lieutenants saw you like this? How would you feel?”

The captain was obviously trying to get a rise out of you, combining shame with your growing desire. 

The skill held in her fingers made you dizzy. You knew if you ever had the chance to spend the night with her, Phasma would show you pleasures far beyond pushing you against a wall and fucking you silly. 

As Phasma worked you towards another orgasm, a round of applause echoed from inside the gala hall. As much as you should have considered the possibility of someone exiting into the hall at any moment, you were far too focused on being pushed over the edge. 

You finally came from Phasma slamming her fingers inside you, tipping you over the edge. Before you could process the blinding orgasm, Phasma growled, her hand squeezing your jaw into submission. “Open your mouth…”

You opened your mouth the rest of the way and quickly realized Phasma intended on spitting in your mouth. You allowed it to happen, regardless. At this point, your only goal was appeasing her to hopefully make this occurrence happen again.

“Now get back to your quarters and clean yourself up.” Phasma pushed your face away from hers, and swatted you firmly on the ass, sending you on your way.

“Y-yes, captain.” You mutter, sending your gaze to the floor. Quickly, you began down the hallway - your face growing redder and redder as the realization of what just occurred hit you. 

Before you could round the corner, you glanced back at Phasma, unable to help yourself. Your breath caught as you watched her push your discarded underwear into her pocket. You tore your gaze away and hurried down the hallway - face bright red as you attempted to comprehend what just happened.

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[unafearless]

I really miss the days before The Rise of Skywalker. Back when 'The Force Awakens' was released the Kylux fandom was born. We were thrilled about our "space husbands," and the community was buzzing with creativity—fanfictions were being penned down, fan art was flourishing, and there was so much inspiration around. I truly enjoyed that time. I'm still glad and proud to be part of this fandom, which I believe is among the most resilient ones. It's here to stay.

However, when I attempted to incorporate 'The Rise of Skywalker' into my fanfiction—before hitting a creative slump—I also aimed to create 'fix-it' fics. Sadly, it just didn't resonate with me. That's why I've decided to stick with classic Kylux. Whether it's set before or during TFA or TLJ, or even if it's AUs or adjacent stories, I'll explore whatever sparks my creativity.

One thing is for sure: I am a dedicated Kylux fan, Kylux is my OTP since 2015!! So expect nothing but classic Kylux from me, in every form imaginable for as long as I am able to write fanfiction.

[doctor-mccoys-sanity]

General Hux only has 10 minutes and 15 seconds of screen time across all 3 of the movies. What.

[myworldrightnow]

Me?

Obsessed with FICTIONAL CHARACTER?

Yes. Yes I am!

[aintinacage]

Christmas Cards - Reylo

[wheresthebus]

Hux: I left instructions for everyone whilst I’m away.

Kylo: Mine just says “Kylo, no.”

Hux: I want you to apply it to all possible situations.

[captainsatspeed]

started rewatching the force awakens and i will forever feel such pain at how finn literally couldve had the coolest story ever and how much they fucked that up

stormtrooper turned rebel turned jedi? man

man now the entire trilogy is making me mad. poe and the force awakens are how i fell in love with star wars! i was 10, it was my first ever experience of star wars, seeing it in a cinema was just life changing.

i honestly believe if they hadnt fucked up tros it couldve been a solid trilogy (i’m not a last jedi hater because at least they tried something new).

rey being a nobody was cool to me, how a nobody from nowhere can be so special is so much more interesting and inspiring than space nepotism (also i think the “rey skywalker” idea works much better had she been a nobody - anyone can “be” a skywalker)

pulling “somehow palpatine returned” and “rey palpatine” out of their asses and making finn say “wait i need to tell you something” like 100 times and then just… never saying what it was? fuck sake what a disgrace

surely i can’t be the only one who wouldn’t have a problem with them saying “hey guys we’re redoing the rise of skywalker pretend that never happened” like i would be seated!

[justsomerandomfanfic]

Under The Mask - Kylo Ren / Ben Solo X Female Reader

Title: Under The Mask

Kylo Ren / Ben Solo X Female Reader

Additional Characters: Rey, Poe (Mentioned), Finn (Mentioned), and Palpatine (Mentioned)

Requested

WC: 1,553

Warnings: Mention of death, insecure Reader, some fighting, slight angst, blasters mentioned, lightsabers mentioned, feeling sick mentioned, enemies to lovers, feels, and fluff

You and Kylo Ren have had a strange relationship, if you could even call it that. You had fought beside Rey and the others in the Resistance when he came with his lightsaber ignited. You were in the Resistance hideout when you felt something. It was an odd feeling, something that you couldn’t quite put your finger on, but it was as if someone else was trying to get your attention. It felt like a whisper, more like an echo from a far off room than anything else. You felt pulled towards something, subconsciously making your way to the control room, where Rey stood. 

"He's here." She spoke, her voice filled with emotion as she turned around, her eyes meeting yours.

"Kylo?" You asked, staring at the brunette before turning back to the control panel.

Rey furrowed her eyebrows, "Yes. Are you alright? You look ill." She placed a hand on your forehead, feeling the heat radiating out of you, "I think you're sick."

You sighed softly, "No, I'm fine, Rey." Rey looked unsure but nodded anyway. "We have to get rid of him."

A couple of weeks after that, it happened again. You were taking a small stroll on another Resistance planet, the trees loomed over you, the ground covered in moss. You had to get out of the base. Being stuck in there for days upon weeks made you feel antsy. You walked down the path, following it to a clearing until you stopped. A wave of nausea went through you and you found yourself leaning against a tree as you tried to keep yourself upright. The world around you grew dim, as your surroundings became blurry. You felt like you were sinking into the ground beneath you. Breath labored, you looked up, spotting a dark figure before you.

Kylo watched you as you steadied yourself, placing your hand on the tree behind you. Blinking rapidly, you gained back your strength, the feeling of nausea subsiding.

"Are you alright?" He asked, voice manipulated by his mask.

"Did you do that?" You asked, your own voice soft as you cleared it.

"No. But, I feel as if you won't believe me." He answered, taking a few steps forward.

"You saying that really doesn't help that matter,” You said,  crossing your arms. Your words came out a bit harsh, but you didn't care. You weren't going to let this guy mess with your head.

The masked man stopped, seeming to hesitate before stepping closer. Your eyes widened and you quickly backed away, your back hitting the tree.

"I'm not here to hurt you." He then said, but you shook your head, unable to look away from him. Especially the lightsaber that was clipped onto his belt.

"As if I'll believe you. Kind of low for you to try and attack me when I am without a weapon." You said, raising an eyebrow.

Kylo sighed, "I am not going to hurt you. You are not my target."

You frowned, "Yeah, Rey is. Now, why are you telling me all this anyway?"

"We are not so different you and I-"

"Oh, don't give me that," You interrupted him, "We are not the same."

Kylo looked at you for a moment, debating whether or not he should tell you what he knew. "You feel it? That strange feeling? It overtakes you from time to time?"

"Yes. How do you know about that?" You asked, glaring at the man in the mask.

"It's the Force bond between us," He paused before continuing, "It's strong. Strong enough to make you feel weak."

You scoffed, rolling your eyes, "Are you telling me that the feeling I get is because of some Force bond that I have with you?”

Kylo stared at you, his expression unreadable, "Yes. Don't deny it. The Force has already bonded us together."

Your jaw dropped, your eyes wide. Before you could say anything more, Kylo left.

For the next couple of weeks, every time you closed your eyes, there he was. His face appeared in your dreams almost every night. At first, you chalked it up to stress; but as more nights passed, the thought that maybe he wasn't always there made you wonder if he was actually real. So much so, that you started to consider contacting him. But, you had no way to. Half of you wanted to know the truth, while the other wanted to get rid of whatever spell had been cast on you.

It had been over a month until you saw him again, during another walk of yours. You felt that he was there before you really knew it. It was almost as if you heard him calling to you too. Like his voice was right on top of you and all you had to do was turn your head slightly. He stood there without his mask, surprising you. Your eyes raked over his once-hidden features and suddenly, you were drawn to him. Who knew he had a head of curls under there? Something told you not to run, not to pull your blaster, to follow him. Something in you told you that he wouldn't hurt you, that he was only looking out for you. 

"Why are you here?" You finally spoke up the fear that you'd wake up from this dream leaving you almost breathless.

"I wanted to see you," Kylo said, his eyes scanning your form.

"How did you find me?"

His lip curled slightly as he smirked, "There are many ways to find someone, especially if you spend enough time looking."

Your face flushed at his response, "Maybe I don't want to be found." You muttered, "Especially by you." You added, only for Kylo to take a few steps forward; stopping a few feet away from you.

"As I said, I wanted to see you," He replied, his gaze on you.

"So, you followed me." You said, your tone accusing.

"I have my reasons."

A small sigh escaped you, "You confuse me, Ren."

Kylo raised an eyebrow, "I confuse you?" He asked, making you laugh lightly, looking up at him with a small smile.

"Yeah, a lot."

It was a long time before you saw Kylo again. And a lot was happening. Rey had been gone for a long time, along with Finn and Poe. From what you understood, Palpatine was alive and Rey went to stop him. Meanwhile, you were stuck at the base doing nothing. You were bored and frustrated. It seemed as though everyone else was busy with their own problems. As you were packing up your things from the base, you heard heavy footsteps. The odd feeling came back, making you tense up a bit. Yet, a rush of excitement flew over you. You turned around to face the sound.

Your eyes widened at the sight of Kylo at your door, his hair was frazzled as was his breathing. He stared at you with wide eyes, before making his way to you.

"What are you doing here, Kylo?" You asked in a hushed whisper, not wanting anyone to find him.

"It's Ben. Ben Solo." He corrected you softly.

You nodded slowly, "Ben... Why are you here? Not that it's not good to see that you're okay..."

He looked hesitant as he continued to speak, "I wanted to see you before I went to Exegol."

"Wait, Exegol? Why are you going there?" You asked, your brows knitting together.

"I want to help Rey in defeating Palatine." He answered, making your eyes widen.

"What? Why?" You asked frantically, biting your lip.

"She needs my help."

"She'll be fine without you." You argued, "Besides, what if you don't come back? I've heard of Palatine's powers with the Force..." You questioned, stepping closer to Ben. "Is it Rey? I know you also have a bond with her." You then asked softly, fear and insecurity engulfing you.

Ben opened his mouth to respond, but then his lips pressed together into a tight line, taking time to think before responding, "Yes, we do have a bond, but it's not like ours, Y/N." Ben began, hesitantly reaching out and taking your hand in his. "Ours... It's like two parts that fit perfectly. It's stronger than the bond I share with Rey. More powerful even."

You smiled, trying not to blush at the sensation his skin gave, "I'm still scared, Ben." You whispered, your smile turning into a frown.

Ben reached out and placed a finger under your chin lifting your head up so that you were staring into his eyes, "We'll see each other again, I promise."

You nodded, taking Ben's hand in yours; placing it on your cheek. "Just please stay safe. If something happens to you, I can not bear to lose anyone else... Especially you." You said, your voice cracking.

Ben smiled softly, leaning down to kiss you gently. The kiss was gentle and tender, his fingers brushed against your cheek, sending tingles through your body. Once they pulled apart he lowered his forehead, his nose brushing against yours, his warm breath caressing your skin.

"Goodbye, Y/N." He whispered.

"Goodbye, Ben." You responded, closing your eyes.

You felt him pull away, opening them to find his figure disappearing down the hallway. Sighing, you bit your lip, hoping Ben would come back to you alive.

[dyingroses]

Star Wars + text posts (pt2)

[frog-cultist]

I know damn well hux’s cat has murdered multiple people, how? Nobody wants to know.

[glitchblack]

Star Wars: The Force Awakens (2015)

General Armitage Hux & Kylo Ren

[daydream-cement]

The Horror Movie

Captain Phasma x Reader

Phasma protects you from the horror movie

Author's Note: PHAS IS A SECRET SOFTIE BUT DON'T TELL HER I TOLD YOU. this is the third week of spooky season with @alexusonfire! the prompt for the week is horror movies!!!

“This is a ridiculous ritual.” 

The captain sat cross-armed on the couch, her face forming her usual scowl. You dropped down next to her, tv remote control in hand, and flicked between channels to look for the perfect Halloween movie. 

“Most people watch horror movies this time of year.” You explain, shifting your body closer to hers so you could lean your head on her muscular shoulder. “I think you would prefer this over a children’s movie. 

Phasma shifted in her seat, pretending that she didn’t enjoy the feeling of you snuggling into her side. She mumbled as she glared at the tv screen, “I am not most people, and yes, I do not want to watch a children’s movie.”

You snort at her words, knowing she was dead serious. 

Continuing to flip through the various shows and movies, you finally land on the opening credits of a horror movie. You hadn’t watched many horror movies since you were a teenager and even then you found them too scary to watch - but that had been years ago... surely you were over your fear of horror movies now. 

The preamble to the movie was filled with suspense for the death and torture to come. 

This wasn’t exactly what had you terrified. It wasn’t until the first person was killed that you found your heart beating a little faster. 

With every little moment you expected the antagonist to pop out, you felt your hands winding around Phasma’s bicep. You chewed at the inside of your cheek, eyes fastening shut as you anticipated various jump scares. In contrast, Phasma’s facial expression remained mildly disinterested for the majority of the movie. 

Midway through the movie, her hand dropped to your thigh and gave it a squeeze in an attempt to comfort you. She turned her gaze down at you, her nose against your temporal bone as she whispered in your ear, “Is this really too scary for you?”

You knew Phasma well enough that her judgemental tone was just her natural way of speaking. 

Rather than answering, you shook your head ‘no’ as you continued watching. The blonde extended an arm around your shoulders and she turned her attention back to the tv, speaking protectively, “This isn’t real and nothing bad will happen to you.”

As the gore and intensity of the movie increased, so did Phasma’s commentary of how ridiculous the movie was. “Are you kidding me? Being stabbed there does not result in that much blood. The creators clearly have no clue what they were writing about.” 

Her hateful words caused a small smile to tug at the corner of your mouth - only for the smile to fade as another round of suspense built as the murderer worked their way down the hall to try and kill the main character. 

Phasma’s voice spoke up again. This time it was twinged with even more venom, “They aren’t even holding the knife correctly. That is no practical way to stab another human. If anything they are going to hurt themselves by holding it that way.”

Her words brought the smile back to your face. 

“The killer is a fucking moron. Why would you announce yourself if you wanted to kill someone? Just go in the home and kill her.” The captain sank back into the couch cushions, pulling you to lean back against her chest as her arm wound around your front for her forearm to rest protectively over your chest. 

 “I suppose you could do better?”

“Damn right I could, but if it were me, this movie would be ten minutes tops.” Phasma smirked at her own comment, her cheek leaning against your temple. 

The blonde’s commentary continued through the rest of the movie causing you to smirk and giggle through its entirety. Only if you could have seen the clearly pleased grin on Phasma’s face at how she was clearly soothing your fears. 

It seemed as though Phasma knew exactly every twist and turn that was to come. Her thumb brushed back and forth over your collarbone and she knew exactly when to distract you with her own criticisms of the film. Eventually, you turned your face away from the tv, your forehead against her jaw as you listened to her speak - the suspenseful music only secondary to the soothing presence of your girlfriend. 

That night you never even had the opportunity to finish the movie - the lower register of Phasma’s voice ended up lulling you to sleep. 

When the credits rolled, Phasma squeezed your shoulder, shaking you awake, “Time for bed, little trooper.”

“Did she live? Or did the killer get her?” You mumble sleepily. 

“She lived, but there was no way she could have killed them by using one of their traps against them... Absolutely stupid...” The captain slipped an arm under your knees and braced one behind your back, lifting you up as she stood. “I still can’t comprehend why we watched this for your Halloween rituals. I’m assuming it is just as silly as a children’s program.”

“Tomorrow we can watch one about three witches, okay?”

“I don’t think I will enjoy that, but okay.” Phasma shrugged as she carried you to the bedroom and deposited you on the bed. “Is there at least something enjoyable about this one?”

“They try to kill all of the children in the town.”

Phasma nodded, stone faced, “I suppose I could find something enjoyable about that.” 

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[archerygun]

God throwback to the time me and my mum were on a 5 hour flight and tried making a timeline of Star Wars. We hadn’t seen Andor yet but it was the newest thing to come out. Literally everyone on the plane was watching it.

Black - Main timeline

Red - Main plot events

Green - Villains of each piece of media

Purple - Era divisions/which war

Enjoy this mess.

[doctor-mccoys-sanity]

I’m obsessed with Armitage Hux, he’s got so much brain rot potential.

[gleesonarchive]

Domhnall interviewed by Zuri Hall at the 'Star Wars: The Force Awakens' premiere! 😝

📷 Tim Gibbs (14.12.2015)