#adcu headcanons

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🍔 - I can never get enough of your Flip hcs :D

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Flip's first ever dog was a basset hound that lived mostly outside.

He was a porch dog named Red, so named for the russet coat that shone in the Coloradoan sun.

Flip and that dog went nearly everywhere together that a boy and dog could go -- you didn't see Flip without Red, and you didn't see Red without Flip.

He wasn't allowed inside, too dirty and slobbery for Mrs. Zimmerman's clean manicured home, but every now and again, Flip would sneak him in through the back porch and on particularly cold nights, let Red snuggle up at the foot of his bed instead of the chilly dog house.

Red was a good dog, never barked at the mailman or newspaper boy. He walked you home from school on nights when Flip was running groceries for the neighbor or trimming the lawn of the elderly couple down the block.

He ate just about anything, never picky and always happy for some leftovers from the diner that you and Flip frequented on your teenage date nites.

After Red passed away at the ripe old age of 14, his red gone mostly grey, Flip never thought about getting another dog. He didn't have the time for one anyway, not with his job at the police station, working his way up to detective.

In fact, it isn't until he's growing a bit of grey around the temples himself, that you surprise him one Hanukkah with a basset hound puppy that simply had to come with you from the pound.

Beside himself with emotion and reflections of his childhood, he followed suit and named this one Blue, after the big satin ribbon you tied around her neck.

And even though he knew this puppy would never replace the one he had grown up with, he found the old leash from the garage and realized just how badly he had missed those post-dinner walks.

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ADCU Masterlist

A/N: Just making a separate masterlist for this because I have a fair number of these and also there's a bunch of different characters!

Kylo Ren

Call Me Kylo | Officer!Reader ↠ You're tasked with getting the Commander's signature to finish your assignment. Unfortunately, you can't find the Commander anywhere.

Correspondence ↠ The Supreme Leader has a lot on his plate, leading him to neglect certain things... like himself, for example.

Nothing But A Monster | Vampire! AU ↠ Forced to accept help from a mysterious stranger, you find yourself in a predicament of sorts.

It’s The Small Things ↠ Kylo finds your optimism odd in place of the First Order.

The Meaning Of Care | Officer!Reader ↠ Kylo Ren takes care of you when you're sick? That's something you never would've seen coming.

Clyde Logan

Pinball & Motels ↠ Roadtrips, A present for Clyde, and the one-bed trope? What more could you ask for?

A Day Off ↠ Clyde finally takes a well-deserved day off.

Flip Zimmerman

Frenzied Rendezvous* ↠ Flip finally has his way with you after enduring your teasing all night long.

Pale

Early Mornings ↠ Pale wakes up to find you making breakfast. It's like you plan on staying or something. Wait... do you plan on staying?

Solo Triplets

A Quiet Night ↠ The boys want to take you out on a proper date.

Ben Solo

Fairytale Mess* ↠ Sleeping with Ben Solo doesn't seem like such a bad idea when you're both under the influence.

Paul Sevier

Extraordinary ↠ Paul attempts to go out and have a social nigh. After everything that's happened... things haven't changed him that much, have they?

Daniel Jones

Late Night Confessions ↠ Dan wakes you up with a drunken phone call.

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red lipstick ; adam driver characters headcanons

summary: because what’s sexier than seeing you in red lipstick? 💄

warnings: fluff, humour, slightly explicit (minors DNI!)

a/n: on an ADCU spree so I figured it’s the best time to write my own, courtesy of @safarigirlsp​ & @in-silks-and-flesh-and-leather​ for continuously feeding my obsession hehe! pls pls pls give their work some extra love!! and don’t forget to leave some sugar! ᐠ( ᐛ )ᐟ

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✧･ﾟ Jacques Le Gris

Le Gris' own presence exudes confidence, ferocity, and allure, and his lady is no different. What better way to show the men who envy him the same way the ladies do with you than by bringing you the best of the best? He will settle for nothing less, especially when it comes to your comfort and the like, and he will know if they're not up to par.

Old-timey Jacques will indirectly criticize the maiden in charge, knowing they probably did so to make you seem 'less appealing' to your very own lover, but many seem to forget that he was extremely smart just as he was your doting husband. Just a quick exile over here, a simple repeat of his demand for the best over there and boom, he's back to being happy ol' Le Gris. Modern Jacques is no different, for he would easily purchase the shades you'd swatch and hum to yourself, knowing if he heard how much you liked it, he'd buy the whole store for you. Do you want them personalised, too? Go right on ahead!

And that's not a threat, it's a promise.

“You should never settle for anything less, ma chérie. I shall not allow it.” He’d chime in as soon as he sees your eyes sparkle at the new case with both wonderment and guilt. If you offer to repay him for his endless gifts, he will ask for your kisses, complete with the new set he’s given you, but ever the lover boy that he is, you know good and well it won’t end with just kisses.

✧･ﾟ Flip Zimmerman

Ever heard of the saying "the fortune favours the bold"? He doesn't need to hear from Stallworth that Flip has in fact 'loosen up' upon being graced by your existence. He does, however, preen in the knowledge that since knowing you, he's become bold. Well, bolder than he already was. Where has uncertainty brought him in life? But as much as he'd like to deny till the end of time, he's nearly done it before.

Keyword: nearly.

The day you met, he wondered if he had died in a shootout and met hell's personal It girl—no angel could pull off the devil's shade with pride the way you do. Had he continued to mask his hesitancy by returning your undeterred gaze, he'd be the biggest fool for letting you go.

He'd clock in work with your lipstick stains if he could. Public indecency be damned! He'd fight everyone and anyone if he hears another person talk about it as a form of embarrassment.

"S'not my fault you don't have a pretty girl to come home to." He'd shrug, though the wolfish smile told the poor bastard everything that he felt. Was he wrong? No. Was he going to fight Flip for publicly embarrassing him with the truth? Absolutely not; your husband would probably knock him out before the guy could even land a hit.

✧･ﾟ Clyde Logan

To think there were more red lipstick shades than he could count with his good hand. In all honesty, he really doesn't have a favourite nor does it matter if it's even red or not. That's not to say he doesn't care because clearly, he does, but only in the sense that it makes you happy. You are the professional in this particular field, after all. But best believe the happiness that heightens in him whenever you'd ask for his opinion.

Still, the colour red does, however, as the current generation says, 'hits different'. Unsubtle glances from his patrons were a normal occurrence but they never got any easier by the day. But, on the other hand? He’s the lucky son of a gun who gets to call you ‘his’.

But the man loves his kisses, and kisses he will get! With your frequent visits to the bar, you'll never let this man work without at least a peck on the cheek. Seeing his signature pout lift to the bashful smile we know and love (the audacity) takes no effort.

“Y’know just how to make a man happy, sugar.” He’d murmured against your lips, his sudden boldness not surprising you but instead, his customers, who were only giving him shit but also openly ogling at you not too long ago.

✧･ﾟ Kylo Ren

Whether you think of our ol’ touch-starved leader, the vampire, the knight, or whatever suits your fancy, Kylo will want nothing more than the top-notch of things for his darling, and your preference for lipstick shouldn’t be any different! He, in a way, is an embodiment of red—his passion for both his belief, his interest, and especially, his devotion to you. So, to see the very same colour he associates closely with, other than black, be embraced as your very own as well? He shouldn’t be surprised that most, if not all of his elation are sourced from you in general.

He’s a busy man, but he will not miss the opportunity to watch you apply your colour of the day with great care. He’s unconsciously smiling, lost in your melodic hum as his vow to keep you out of harm’s way grows stronger. He’s been through hell and back to survive, and he’d have no problem doing the same it’s to ensure you leave the danger zone unscathed. So, if something as simple as red lipstick makes you happy, then don’t be surprised if you see a new one even before your current one runs out.

And although all kisses are good kisses, don’t think he won’t pull you in for a real one once the smooching fest starts. You’re worried about leaving a stain? Don’t be! His men/subordinates don’t have the balls to point them out, knowing by doing so is a game over for them.

✧･ﾟ Charlie Barber

The man eats, sleeps, and breathes art, so it's knowing his beloved has her very own is a major plus! One would think nothing impresses him anymore, or at least, not as much as his own work, but oh, were they dead wrong. There hasn't been a day where the lipstick holder on your vanity table never makes him puff out his chest with pride. From the simple matte ones he'd buy after a random day at work simply because it reminds him of you, to the high-end bold to burgundy ones personalised with your name engraved on the case. C’mon, what harm would it do to him for paying a couple of hundreds for makeup as one of his ways to say thank you to his wife—his muse!

Charlie embraces this as your form of art; the shades, the textures, the right amount of shine or shimmer—just anything that screams you. Artistry performed best by his one and only.

And how could he forget about the polaroids you both have? Yours which has him covered in your lipstick stains and face in absolute bliss? His which were you kissing the area close to his happy trail, leaving the same shade colour to his toned body?

Yes, your husband's in paradise, indeed.

✧･ﾟ Commander Mills

Another hunk who really just finds your confidence in whichever you find is best is more than enough, because what's better than his girl's own joy? Even so, if red really speaks to you, then don't be surprised he takes advantage of it. If the numerous times you've caught him staring at your lips and even shamelessly holding your gaze doesn't tell you anything, then the instance he wraps his arms around you for a little while longer before pressing his lips onto yours definitely should.

And if we're talking about the whole time-travelling shebang and somehow, you had to make your own lipstick? Wowie. This man will scour every nook and cranny for the ingredients if you asked him to. Best believe he will find what you need!

If it means getting the opportunity to see you do your thing in your colour and being able to wipe off the accidental smear just after you've applied it, that man is on a mission.

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You can tell that I lost my roll towards the end HAHAHA but if you’re wondering what lipstick in particular inspired me to write this, it’s:

ETUDE Fixing Tint in Analog Rose/Vintage Red

Dior Rouge Dior Lipstick in 999

Stunna Lip Paint Longwear Fluid Lip Color in Uncensored

PERIPERA Ink Airy Velvet in Full Red Brick (11)

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Also, I love you new followers. You’re wonderful. Thank you for following me. I’d hug you if you’re cool with that. 💖💖💖💖💖💖

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Tag Games - Fandom edition

Thanks for the tag @daydreamsofthrawn, I'm sending a big hug your wat!

Your Name: M

Your First Fandom: HP and LotR

Your Current Fandom: PPCU, ADCU, Star Wars, HP (still), LotR (still)

How did you first get into fandom?: I joined a couple of messaging boards and it went from there

How long have you been engaging in fandom spaces?: On and off for almost 20 years now. Fandoms have changed, I've joined new ones and left the old ones as I grew away from them but it's always been a big part of me

How often do you read fanfic?: Multiple times a week

Top three characters from your current fandom?: Din Djarin, Frankie Morales, Clyde Logan

Have you ever written a fic for a fandom and if so, shout it out!: Yeah, you can check my masterlist for the fics :)

Have you ever drawn fan art for a fandom?: No.

Share a personal headcanon that you feel strongly about: Frankie Morales has trouble sleeping because he has PTSD and survivors guilt

You’re trying to convince a friend to get into your current fandom(s) with you. what episode, clip, or scene are you showing them?: Logan Lucky and the cauliflower scene, helicopter scene from Triple Frontier

And finally, what does fandom mean to you?: Community, finding likeminded people who share the same interests and while we maybe in different continents, we are still part of something amazing together.

No-pressure tags @dashavau @mariesackler @lavenderursa and anyone who wants to join in

[nostarfights]

REQUEST GUIDELINES:

THINGS I WRITE:

• Oneshots

• Headcanons

• Implied smut

• Smut

• Blurbs

FANDOMS I WRITE FOR:

• Star Wars

• ADCU (Adam Driver Character Universe)

• Marvel

• Criminal Minds

• Stranger Things

THINGS I DON’T WRITE:

Very detailed triggering topics

Character X Character

Incest

Adult character X Underage character

Blood/Knife/Gun Play

Character X sibling!Reader

Non-Con/Rape

OTHER THINGS:

don't be afraid to ask me to add a trigger warning to a post!

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SMUTTY CHARLIE BARBER HEADCANONS (with a she/her presenting reader)

Note: I did not specify genitalia or body type in this blurb, this is inclusive to all women. Feel free to let your mind run absolutely wild with self indulgence. Content warning below GIF

Content Warning: NSFW, consensual somnophilia, rough s*x, daddy/sir k!nk, edging, cream pie k!nk, public s*x, oral, heavy smut, general depravity of our golden retriever husband

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[prince-kyloren]

Kylo ren with a size kink, Adam driver is 6,2 and that’s just-

His hands are huge and girthy AND HIS BROAD SHOULDERS, I- just yes

Adam is built like a fucking Greek God and I don't think that I can physically take it much longer.

CW: size kink, AFAB!reader, smut smut smut, belly bulge because it makes me feral and I wanted an excuse to write it oops, creampieeeee, reader is smaller than Kylo

It makes him feel depraved. The way he feels as he watches his fingers plunge deeper into your dripping hole. The way his cock twitches when he can see that you struggle to take two, let alone just one of his fingers. He loves watching you squirm, loves the way that your hand grabs at his to ground yourself. But he especially loves seeing how absolutely tiny your hand looks while gripping his. There’s something innate in his brain that loves feeling as though he could overpower you, even though he never would unless you explicitly asked. 

He whispers words into your ear, words that fuel the fire building deep in his belly that only you could extinguish. 

“Look at you taking me so well baby. Stuffed full of my fingers. You think that little pussy can take my big cock?” 

All you can do is whimper a small “please” and nod into the side of his neck.

He pushes your thighs back, spreading you wide enough that he can watch his next move. Before burying himself inside you, he slides his cock up through your folds, and over your lower belly, so he can see just how deep he will go. 

A low “fuck” leaves his kiss bruised lips as he pushes home, going as deep as he can, leaning over to kiss your cheek in the process. As his hips start to set their pace, Kylo straightens up so that he can watch himself fuck into you, the outline of his cock barely visible through your belly. One of his hands snakes its way down your thigh, to rest on your belly, feeling himself through your soft skin.

It’s almost enough to make him cum then and there.

“So full of me huh baby?”

“Please, please cum in me Kylo.”

“So greedy. You want to be filled even more huh?” You nod, eyes squeezing shut, completely engulfed in every feeling that Kylo is giving to you in this moment. 

And when he cums, it’s with every expletive on his lips, totally overwhelmed by you.

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The Empress, Part I

A/n: Hi everyone! I’ve had this fic on my mind for a couple of days and had to get it out of my system. There’s a couple of parts i’m thinking of adding to it so stay tuned! Also i’m a bit new to this stuff so there’s a lot I made up or changed from the original story so yeah, anyways hope y’all like it just as much as I liked writing it :)

AO3 Link

Kylo Ren x Female Reader

Words: 5108

Chapters: 1/10

Chapter Summary: Kylo Ren takes notice of Y/N, a young commander who had the nerve to speak up in a council meeting.  The last thing Y/N expected was to be brought back to The Supreme Leader’s personal library and asked out by the Kylo Ren??

Story Summary: (tentative) As Kylo Ren steps into power as Supreme Leader, he struggles to use his power to effectively lead the Empire. Y/N is a Commander who is eagerly working her way up the ranks and becoming a recognized leader among Empire officials. She is loyal to the Empire, but her loyalty is tested when the Supreme Leader takes an interest in her. When one date becomes several and she is ultimately tasked with becoming Empress and wife of the Supreme Leader, will Y/N be able to handle the that kind of power outside the commander’s uniform?

CW: minor violence, angst, romance

“And as such, it is pertinent that we strike at first chance,” Commander Locke stated before sitting down in his chair

Members of the council exchanged glances across the long table. Many avoided the glare of the Supreme Leader. Hushed words filled the room but no such counters. I stole a glance at the Supreme Leader, and with his mask on, it was difficult to read his response. I wish he would remove it. If I could see the reaction on his face, it would let me know if it would be a good idea to propose my counter. His body appears stiff, in a neutral way. Yet, it looks as though his gloved fingers slowly, rhythmically tap on the table in an annoyed almost bored way.

“Supreme Leader, what is your consensus,” General Hux inquires.

“It appears that -” Is all that comes out before a garbled mess of sounds.

“ Sir it appears your mask translator is malfunctioning. We can not understand what you are saying,” General Hux interrupts.  The Supreme Leader attempts to speak again but only gibberish ensues and General Hux repeats his prior statement. 

The Supreme Leader stands and rushes to remove his mask. The mask positively vibrates in his hands. He puts the mask in one hand and outstretches his arm. He commands “Take this to the repair room, IMMEDIATELY” to no guard in particular. A few shuffle and follow his command. When the mask is out of his hand, he takes a seat and a deep breath, some attempt to regain his composure. 

“And how exactly do you propose we do such a thing Commander Locke”, The Supreme Leader asks in an aggravated tone. 

I turn to see a blush fall onto Locke’s cheeks.

“I… You see, Supreme Leader… Its…” 

“Ahem,” I say clearing my throat. Now all eyes are on me.

“Do you wish to say something Commander (y/n),” General Hux questions.

“Yes. In fact, I do,” I say before rising from my seat.

“I generally agree with Commander Locke’s idea, however, I believe more thought and consideration for its ramifications should be factored in before simply executing it,” I state Looking from Commander Locke to General Hux and lastly allowing my eyes to fall on that of the Supreme Leader. The Supreme Leader's expression is unreadable. I guess the mask doesn't hide much. His eyes show nothing and there isn’t a single crease in his eyebrows or lip nor a sense of tension in his jaw visible.

“I see, and what sort of consideration for ramifications did you have in mind, Commander (y/n),” General Hux inquires. I let out a breath. I was expecting as much as some sort of public humiliation or outright rejection.

“Well Planet Korr is home to a top-level Rebel base, but it is also home to Amians, a population of highly skilled individuals talented in weaponry creation. Not to mention Planet Korr is one of the few planets with the resource forlam which is a critical ingredient in medicine and agriculture. By striking Planet Korr at first chance, we would defeat the rebels, but we would also be sacrificing a critical source of weaponry, medicine, and agriculture for the Empire. Not to mention we would sacrifice countless innocent civilian lives. I understand the strategic role Korr plays in the Rebellion, so if we strike, we must do so with caution and precision,” I proposed. At first, all I can hear is the blood rushing through my body pumping loudly through my ears.

“Respectfully Commander (y/n), any planet we strike comes at the cost of some civilians regardless of how cautious or precise we try to be,” Commander Locke counters.

“That may be so to you, but I believe we can accomplish both. We can protect ourselves and others.  The Amians have allies across the Empire. What do you think will happen if we strike with zero regard for their lives? They will see us as the enemy. And it will only have a domino effect across their allies who will eventually turn on us,” I respond. “We need to be strategic about this”. 

“We cannot afford to,” Locke counters.

“Why not?” I ask, no longer aware of anyone else in the room. My eyes and my thoughts are locked and loaded on Locke.

“The Rebellion is gaining traction. Their base on Korr is becoming far too powerful. It is absolutely important that we strike.”

“I agree it is important, but is it urgent?” I ask and in response, Locke’s jaw drops and the sound of a pin hitting the floor is audible.

 “If this matter is only important and not urgent, then I suggest we utilize the time afforded to us to plan this carefully," I say to no one in particular.

"We may have some time, but not very much Commander, so I suggest you proceed with caution," General Hux adds. I turned to look at him and feel the burning glare of the Supreme Leader next to him. My eyes shift over and his expression is again unreadable. But this time, something in his eyes is slightly different. They’re still indistinguishable, but no longer empty. 

"Yes, General," I say with a meek nod. 

"So what do you propose we do?" pours from the lips of the Supreme Leader. My pulse quickens and my hands start getting clammy. He has shone a spotlight on me. All eyes are on me in a way that they were not before. Even the Supreme Leader's eyes are boring into what feels like the deepest depths of my soul. 

"Yes, Supreme Leader, that is a very good question. I believe a strike should be our absolute last option. And if a strike is necessary, we must utilize a weapon with the precision that would only destroy the rebel base and little to nothing else. One option I suggest we exercise before considering a strike is making a deal with the Amians. We could have a meeting with their leaders, hear out any concerns or needs that they may have, and offer any possible solutions along with our protection in exchange for the removal of the rebel base and their pledged allegiance to the Empire. I firmly believe that if a deal can be made and we acquire the trust of the Amians, Korr and her sister planets could soon fall within the realm of the Empire, Supreme Leader” I finished proposing. I look at the Supreme Leader and see what almost appears to be a glint in his eyes. 

"And what if they refuse?” he asks coolly. How is he able to say anything in the most neutral way possible? Absolutely zero feeling is in that man's voice. His voice isn’t monotonous though, he varies his tone but it seems that every sound that comes out of his mouth is properly calculated to sound the same way to prevent any emotion from showing. 

“With all due respect sir, I have worked with Amians before and I believe they could greatly benefit from what we have to offer. Amians are quite open-minded nowadays. Plus, something I believe to be true among most Amians is that the two things they value most in their culture are family and industry. They are loyal to each other and their business. I imagine if we could enhance one, if not both, of those things, then they will return the loyalty to us. We feed them and they feed us. It is the simple nature of a symbiotic relationship,” I pause to breathe. "But, I acknowledge the possibility that I could be surprised. If the Amians cannot make a deal with us, I say we try one more thing before a strike. They say the enemy of my enemy is my friend. There is a planet not too far from Korr called Myr. Myr is enemies with the Rebellion and coincidentally allies with Korr. If we successfully make a deal with Myr, Korr will have no choice but to see how valuable of a partner we can be and will sooner or later make a deal with us" I state. General Hux seems to be weighing his options while the Supreme Leader remains stoic. The rest of the room exchanges glances. 

"Supreme Leader, I believe in Commander (y/n)’s proposition. However, I say if they do not agree to our terms the first time, the next natural step would be to strike. We cannot afford to play the long game otherwise" General Hux says. Nods follow around the room. I open my mouth to say something, discouraged by his last statement but nothing comes out. I look up at the Supreme Leader and he sees my face and his eyebrows slightly furrow, one going slightly higher than the other before what looks like an invisible object irons out his face back to its stoic emotionless display.

"I agree. This is the mission we will carry out,” The Supreme Leader responds after several seconds of internal debate and the entire room exhales with breaths we did not know we were holding.  

“Hux, prepare another meeting to discuss coordination with the Amians. Include Commander (y/n) in the meeting” the Supreme Leader says before turning to look at him and I swear I almost see the phantom of a smile decorate his face. The room feels really hot all of a sudden. My cheeks are betraying me. My whole body feels like it's the color red.

“ Yes, duly noted Supreme Leader," General Hux responds as he makes notes in his notebook.

 "I will have everyone's assignments ready by the end of the day, so please be on the lookout for that,”  General Hux instructs to the members of the council. “Supreme Leader is there anything else you wish to add before the meeting concludes?" 

“Commander (y/n),  I wish to speak with you after the meeting. As for everyone else, the meeting is adjourned,” the Supreme Leader orders. Everyone nods, bows, and declares the force be with him before chatting and filing out of the room.

“Hey, you did really good today! Good luck with the Supreme Leader,”  the youngest Commander meekly says to me with a warm smile and big brown eyes before she exits the room.

“She's right, that was a really good idea you had (y/n),  but at least I'm not the one about the catch all the smoke from you-know-who,” Commander Locke teases looking from the Supreme Leader back to me.

“Whatever Locke,” I say rolling my eyes at him as he walks away. Soon, almost everyone has exited the room, leaving me alone with the Supreme Leader.  I make my way over to him as he rises from his chair. All of a sudden, every step feels slower than the one before. I have never been this close to the Supreme Leader, especially not without his infamous mask. I have never even spoken with him one-on-one before this. Talking in the heat of the moment during the meeting was somehow easy, but now, all I want is for the ground to open up and swallow me whole.

Before I know it, my feet are firmly planted in front of him. My eye level is at his broad chest clad in dark black fabric. I physically tilt my head up to look at his face, to look into his eyes. This is rare. I am rather tall for this part of the Galaxy. I am accustomed to physically looking down upon most people I interact with. Not to be mistaken with the fact that I have met others who are my height or taller, but that occurs far less often than those whom I have met that are much shorter than me. But now, in front of The Supreme Leader, whose physical presence is looming over me, I feel every inch of my body tense up. 

“You wanted to speak with me, Supreme Leader?”  I ask. Stars, I hope you didn’t hear the tremble in my voice. Why is it so scary to talk to him now? He said he liked my idea and that we’re going to go through with it, so that would mean he probably isn’t going to chew me out right now. And even if he did, if he wanted to throw some humiliation into the mix, surely he would have done it in front of the others. Wait, did I imagine it or did something in his lip twitch when I called him by his title? He looks down on me and his eyes look into mine, almost as if they are searching for something.

“Yes. Care to take a walk with me?” he asks in an almost rhetorical way because it is obvious that I cannot say no in this situation. “There is something I would like to show you,” he adds.

“Okay,” I respond. What is happening? And suddenly we’re off.  He takes strides that make me speed walk to catch up. Is this what most people feel like when they walk with me?

With every step we take, I hear the stomping of his leather boots and the whooshing of his cloak. His raven waves swish around, or at least it appears so when I look from my peripheral vision.  I fear looking at him too much might be invasive. The Supreme Leader is known for many things, one of which is his anger. If I can help it, I will not be caught in the crosshairs of that anger.  

 We walk through several hallways, passing by several pairs of Stormtroopers who seem to freeze in our wake. If I could see behind those masks I would probably see eyes bugging out of their sockets.  I wonder if Karmir is on patrol in this zone? Wait till I tell him about this. Balia’s probably still on Droid repair duty, but when I see her for dinner I'm totally telling her about this too.

We continue walking in silence for several minutes, the Supreme Leader doesn't strike me as a small talk kind of guy. He steps in front of a seemingly innocuous doorway. I stop and turn to look at him. He reaches around his waist and pulls out his lightsaber and I instinctively take a step back.

“Worry not young Commander, this is merely a security device,”  the Supreme Leader assures, showing a warmth to his eyes. Hearing him call me “young commander” makes me feel like a corset has been placed around my heart and the strings have been engaged, tightening the sturdy fabric and compressing the organ.

 He places the turned-off lightsaber to the door, turns on the device with its blaring red light, and does what appears to be using The Force to open the door. It feels oddly intimate and like I just watched something I shouldn’t have; kind of like accidentally walking in on someone getting undressed.

“Please, come in,” he says to me with a nod, ushering me to enter this foreign space first. I try to visually assess what is on the other side before I enter, but the darkness limits my view.

“You are safe with me Commander (y/n),”  the Supreme Leader says and goosebumps proceed to rise throughout my body. I look up at him with furrowed eyebrows. Where are we?  Why did you bring me here? Why does hearing you say my name make me feel this way? I look between him and the room and then back at him.

“Please,” he says in an oddly pleading yet commanding way. Well, I guess this is it. Not following the Supreme Leader's orders is essentially a death wish.

 I take a step forward and enter the pitch-black room. I walk a few more steps and the Supreme Leader follows suit. When I hear the door shut I freeze in my tracks. Is this a trap I think until the closing of the door signals the lights in the room to turn on. I gasp as my eyes take in my surroundings. It is the most grandiose collection of books I have ever seen in my entire life. I could spend hours and hours in a place like this.

 I turn to the Supreme Leader and see his lips are turned up at what would be considered the smallest smile on most people but on him is probably a grin.

“Where are we,” I ask. Rows and rows of books flood my eyes.  I look from floor to ceiling and wall to wall in what feels like a ballroom of books.

“We are in the Supreme Leader's Library,” he says, voice dripping like honey.

“I didn't know such a thing existed,”  I comment wandering around.

“It is not privy to many. When I assumed the role of the Supreme Leader, I inherited this place, used by several leaders before me. I have been adding to their collection since,”  he explains as he follows me and my wandering gaze.

“Why did you bring me here,” I ask.  A book with a spine of gold trim and bright red letters catches my attention but I don’t recognize the language it is written in. I don’t reach for the book because this place feels too sacred it makes me too afraid to touch anything.

“I see the book of Rozenia catches your attention too,” he comments and pulls the book with the gold spine and red letters out of its shelf. He hands the book out for me: an offering.  I look up at him and then down at the book. I reach for it, my fingers lightly brushing his gloved ones. I admire the front cover and run my finger along with the golden pattern.

“I don’t understand the language this book is written in,” I explain as I look up into his eyes.

“You mean to tell me you have an encyclopedic knowledge of the Amians yet know nothing of their language?”  He asks this in a way that could normally be construed as teasing but on him appears less so.

“You know of the Amians?” I ask incredulously.

“Please, do not act so surprised,”  he says with a smile – my brain is short-circuiting at the sight.

“Oh. I’m sorry, I –” 

“Do not worry. I know of the Amians probably for the same reason you and any other non-Amian person knows. Despite it being such a small planet in the seemingly middle of nowhere, I was once close to an Amian person,” he explained.

“For me, it was my cousin. She is half-Amian. Her Amian mother married into our family. She told me a lot about Korr and I even got to visit her there a few times. Our family was initially shocked but grew in acceptance over time.  It turns out that her mother's family wasn't as accepting of the union. But the three of them seem really happy together, like a complete family unit,” I share with him. How did this happen?

“For me, it was a boy in my youth. We were close peers in Jedi training,” he explained. I didn't expect him to share much, but now that he has, thousands of questions about the man standing before me have flooded my brain. What was he like as a boy? What was Jedi training like for him? It is difficult to imagine him in any other way than the man standing right in front of me.

“Commander (y/n), it takes someone with great heart and mind to do what you did today,”  he says after a long pause. Is the Supreme Leader…praising me right now?

“I was simply doing my job sir,” I respond.

“You did more than just your job today Commander,”  he says with the most earnest look in his light brown eyes. “Come with me,”  he orders and I follow him. We walk to the corner of the library and he locates a console. He presses several buttons and a hiss emits as a bookshelf lifts up to reveal a hidden room. 

“Oh! Sir, I… I don’t know if this –,” I blabber acutely aware of how this situation looks. My word vomit shifts from the sobriety of how unbelievable this moment is to silence once I become mesmerized by the space before me. The room is pure windows. The wall across from me is nothing but floor-to-ceiling windows and as I look to my right there is a bay window with a perfect seating area for reading. Outside of the window is a collection of stars and nebulae. The power of the stars possesses my body and drags me toward the site. I practically press my body to the floor-to-ceiling window. There are millions of stars at my display. Light pink and yellow nebula blow across the window slowly like a cloud. 

“I've never seen a view like this before,”  I exclaim, my eyes drinking in the view before me. The Supreme Leader saunters over and observes my reaction. I can feel my cheeks burning from the smile that hasn’t left my face since I entered the room. The nebula puts me in a trance. I’m brought back to reality when the Supreme Leader clears his throat.

“Sir, you still haven't answered my question. Why did you bring me here,” I ask. The light from the pink and yellow nebula cast a rosy glow on his face.

“Commander (y/n), The Empire is in need of more people like you.” He pauses, eyes searching mine once more. He continues, “We need more leaders. We need more people who want to make a smart decision even if it is not the easiest. But most of all, we need more people with your courage, compassion, knowledge, and foresight,” he compliments. My heart gets stuck in my throat. “This may surprise you, but I found your performance today to be demonstrative of how much more competent you are than the vast majority of my staff and council.”

“I… thank you. It means a great deal to hear that from you, Supreme Leader,”  I graciously respond with a small bow of my head. His lips curve upward on one side in a sort of half-grin which might have charmed me, but I can’t settle on the fact that his statement makes no sense to me. 

“But, how can that be?”

“I find that my subordinates fear me, so much so that they have become spineless minions that will say anything they think I want to hear, most of which are tactics with short-lived success rates like that young Locke man suggested or just general silence. It is quite frustrating.”

“Well, speaking from the other side, if even half the rumors I’ve heard about you are true, then I find your subordinates to be quite justified in their fear.”

“But does that justify their lackluster showmanship?”

“I suppose not… But then that begs the question, are you justified in your use of fear as a leadership tool?”

“I don’t see why not! People need a purpose to drive their actions and I find fear to be an effective purpose. You’d be surprised how fear proves fruitful in driving the inner mechanisms of the empire.”

“Yes, it honestly did surprise me to hear how your use of fear was so effective it made me, a young commander look more competent than 95% of your team,” I quip. The Supreme Leader widens his eyes and raises his eyebrows. His shock at my use of his words and logic against him is intoxicating. Who else in all the galaxy can say they’ve pointed out a flaw to the Supreme Leader. 

My glee is short-lived when he shuts his eyes close and turns around. He pushes his arm out and uses The Force to send an erect bookcase in the outer room flying across the room and onto the floor. Tens of books fly out and scatter across the floor in a mess of pages and words that couldn’t be taken back. The clash and clatter of the scene make me flinch. I plead to the stars that he doesn’t reenact the move on me.

“Commander (y/n),” he scolds in a low and controlled voice.

“Supreme Leader, I apologize if I have spoken out of turn, sir. I hope to reiterate that a compliment from you is the greatest I can hope to receive… More than anything, I am wondering… what was your intention for bestowing your compliments upon me… here of all places?” I gesture to the collection of books around us with my arm. He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. And he wonders why people walk on eggshells around him.

“Commander (y/n), This place holds a great deal of wisdom and power. It has served leaders of the past and will continue to prepare the leaders of the future. Someone like you could benefit a great deal from this place. You might be one of the few in the Galaxy to truly appreciate it,” he offers. Okay, now that’s a lie. In ALL of the Galaxy, yeah right.

“But this place is reserved only for Supreme Leaders,” I comment.

“And as Supreme Leader, I can decide whether or not I will allow special guests into my space.” At this point, he is seething, but I hear the restraint in his tone of voice and see it in the tightness of his jaw and neck. 

“Have any other special guests entered this space before?”

“You would be the first,” he admits, tightly pressing his lips in a line.

Oh. We’re not just talking about the library anymore.

“I see.” I turn around and begin pacing the small room. I can feel his eyes burning into the back of my head. I stop in front of the window and gaze at a cluster of stars.

“I do not wish to enrage you, sir. And as flattered as I am to be here, I must ask you this,”  I pause to turn towards him, “I have a feeling that you want something from me and I would appreciate it if we could be transparent with one another. So will you please tell me what that thing is?” 

His Adams Apple bobs up and down as he gulps. Our eyes lock and he blinks several times. He slowly parts his lips as if to say something, but nothing comes out. I take a step toward him. 

“I'm only going to ask you this once more,” I paused to inhale, “Supreme Leader, what–”

“Don’t call me that,” he interrupts and it feels like a slap to the face. 

“What?” My voice cracks. Why would he say such a thing? “But that is your title?”

“Exactly. It is my title, but it is not my name,” he says. Oh no. I've only heard his name in hushed whispers and rumors. No one ever uses it unless they wish death upon themselves. We are to refer to him as Supreme Leader and Supreme Leader only.

“Do you know what my name is,” he asks. I nod and look down, too meek to vocally admit it.

“I want to hear you say it,” he commands. The tone brings my eyes back up to him. Before I do so, I take in the different pieces of the puzzle that is his face. Perhaps if he were not the highest in my chain of command and the most terrifying man in the Galaxy, it would be quite easy for me to admit that he is a handsome man. His long jet-black waves perfectly frame his milky face. His eyebrows are soft, small, and faint compared to the starkness of his hair. His soft eyelashes frame the pools of amber in his irises. His long protruding nose contrasts with the softness of his eyebrows. The scar that runs from his temple all the way down across his eye and to his cheek beckons me to softly touch it. And his wide full lips beg me to… no, I shouldn't even imagine that. My gaze returns to his.

“Kylo Ren,” I breathe. His eyelids flutter close. He mutters the word “yes” before opening his eyes again.

“Many know the Supreme Leader, but few know Kylo Ren. I brought you here because it is my wish that you get to know Kylo Ren. That you know me, not just as Supreme Leader of the Empire, but as a man,”  is the last thing I ever expected to come out of his mouth, but it does and it astonishes me to my core. Prior to today, I have never thought about him in this manner at all. I don't know what to say.

“I understand the gravity of my proposition. Tonight, I invite you to dinner with me on the F deck. If you have any interest you can meet me there at 8 to discuss more about it. If you don't, I will take that as your signal that you are not interested and wish to remain in professional status with me. I will respect your decision either way and leave you with time to think about it,” he says. I guess I'm not the only one with foresight. He takes a moment to look at me. We both stand there trying to read the other’s face, eyes, and overall demeanor. We decipher all the words we are currently not saying. 

“I…Could I take some time to think about it here,” I ask.

“Of course Little Star. I will leave you to the privacy at the library. When you are ready to leave, simply enter my name into the keypad next to the door and press the exit button beneath it. The door will automatically close after you,” he instructs.

He takes a moment, to gauge my reaction I suppose. A strand of hair from my bun falls into my face. I pretend like I don't notice the strand in front of me, fearing that it might interrupt anything he might add, but then he slowly removes a glove from his hand. He raises his bare ivory hand to my face and I involuntarily close my eyes. He tucks the loose strand back in its place and runs a finger along my jaw, leaving little electric pulses in its place. It takes nearly every atom in me to fight the urge to lean into his hand, to embrace his touch. I open my eyes and see him looking at something below my own. 

He looks back into my eyes while putting his glove back on says, “I hope to see you tonight”.  With a small bow of his head and whoosh to his cloak, he's gone, leaving me in the most magical room I have ever been in, with the biggest decision I have ever had to make in my life 

[ohsolonelyghosts]

Hey! Im new here! I love it your fics!

Omg Im shy to ask you about but i cant stop thinking about that:

Tell us about adcu boys (or adam driver characters) fiding out you have a lovense lush toy and catching you in the act.

Hey! Welcome to the page!

Between you and me, I have a Lovense toy, and I will never use anything else again. Best investment.

Without further ado, I would love to present you with their reactions!

Kylo

Kylo would find you on it when he would come home after a long day, completely unaware that you were even hiding one.

"Woah, what is that thing, babe?" Kylo would ask, looking at you clearly enjoying yourself.

You gathered yourself enough to pull the toy out of yourself, turning it off for a moment to exactly show him how it worked.

When he discovered he could get his own app, he never stopped using it on you in public.

You would be grocery shopping and feel an all too familiar sensation inside of you.

You would stop whatever you were doing in the aisle to bend over, legs shaking.

If Kylo was feeling very risky, he would bring you to your peak.

To other people, it just looked like you were very into picking out some cheese together.

Sackler

"Kid, have you seen my, oh my god."

Sackler would bust into your shared bedroom, obviously looking for one of his tools, because god did he misplace them every day.

He would crawl between your legs, looking at the pink toy.

Sackler would put his hand on it, feeling just how powerful it is.

"Jesus Christ, doll, you can take this?"

He would take your phone from you, learning how to make custom patterns for you to use.

When he would put the intensity too high you would buck your hips up at him, making him laugh at you.

It became a regular part of your sex routine, and Adam loved making you cum two, maybe three times before he was inside of you.

Maurizio

"Sweetie, what is this thing?"

Maurizio would find it in your bedside drawer first, thinking nothing of it when you said it was a sex toy you used when he was away.

He found you using it one day, and quietly watched you from the hallway until he was way too tempted.

When you showed him it was long-distance, he was way too giddy about it.

On business trips, he would call you when he was back in his hotel room.

He would make you use it on a call for him, missing your sweet moans.

Somehow, from so far away he found a way to make it perfect for you to cum in no time.

Paterson

Pat would not understand how that thing went inside of you.

After he came back from the bar one night, he saw you on your bed, back arched, moaning for him.

He would instantly strip off his shirt, eager to help you out.

Then, you handed him your phone, which he was really confused about.

He was wary about it at first but learned fast on how to make you writhe and cum in a matter of fifteen seconds.

He would make you use it while you cooked dinner for the two of you and it brought out a side of him that you hardly saw.

Needless to say, he was in love with it as much as you were.

[babbushka]

Indy AU Headcanons

The first time Dr. Jones meets his son, it’s summer of 1943 and he’s hanging upside down in a cave in Egypt, having sprung a trap meant for far stupider men. 

To say that it’s a shock to see him, this man, claiming to be his son, is an understatement. But then again, Indiana had had his fair share of dalliances with women over the years. 

It was odd to see Ben, it was odd his name was Ben. It was odd there were so many things about him that he had no clue about. He wonders if Ben would ever share them, or if the tension thick enough to cut with a knife, would always remain. 

You weren’t helping the cause, and you knew it. Dr. Jones had been your mentor for four years now, but you’d known him for years prior to that. He was your professor and your boss, but he was also a friend -- or rather, a friend of your parents. 

Once upon a time, Indiana used to come around for family dinners. Now, you’re lucky if you can get him to scarf down a proper meal in between the way he pours himself into his books. “70% of Archaeology is done in the museum,” as he would always say. 

Ben takes after his father in one regard -- stubbornness. From the moment he joins your team, rather unwillingly, he is argumentative, antagonistic, and a downright pain. He’s too used to being alone, doing things his way, that much you can gather from the first 12 hours with him. 

But...after the first 12 hours, and then 24, and then 48, and somewhere along the way, you find that you really enjoy his company. He’s a pain in your ass, yes, but he’s smart and funny and intense. He’s chivalrous and kind in his own way, even if he never smiles. At least Dr. Jones smiles. 

By the time you’re stateside, resuming your post at Marshall College with the two of them -- because of course Ben tags along -- you find yourself in a tricky situation: you’ve grown feelings for them both. 

And so begins one of the more difficult decisions the three of you have to make...deciding how this particular  adventure ends. 

[peppermint-toads]

sfw clyde logan hcs 🧺

⋆ hates sparkling water

⋆ loves any kind of pie

⋆ watches football with jimmy because he likes to see jimmy get so passionate about something

⋆ loves blueberries

⋆ pokes you discreetly at the farmers market, whispering real close to your ear tellin’ you to “get the lavender honey”

⋆ loves when you scratch his head

⋆ cooks dinner every once in a while, when he pulls out mama logan’s old recipe book, wears an apron and everything

⋆ loves thanksgiving

⋆ likes watching you get ready

⋆ falls asleep while you lay on top of him, he likes the pressure

⋆ takes you to the diner late at night when the two of you can’t sleep

⋆ doesn’t mind mowing the lawn because he knows you like to watch him get sweaty

⋆ likes to see you in his boxers and t shirts

⋆ secretly gets excited over starbucks seasonal drinks

⋆ wants to take in every stray cat he sees

⋆ knows the rules to every board game or card game

[valkyriekill]

if ur requests are open could you do some headcanons about clyde trying to win u back after breaking up with you a few months ago? 💜 no worries if u can’t

they absolutely are and i absolutely can! ♥ and thank you, anon, for being my first request! i've never done headcanons before but i suppose i'll have to start somewhere, i hope this'll be good

cw: this gets a lil angsty i think

Clyde thought what he was doing was the right choice when he called off your two-year relationship a few months ago.

I mean, why would you, the most perfect, beautiful angel in his life, want to stick around with a criminal?

And as much as you tried to tell him you didn't care about how other people thought about you, he wasn't having it.

"Darlin', I know you don't care about what people say, but... people can get real nasty. I don't want 'em sayin' nasty things about my girl..."

The night before he went to jail was the night that he'd broken up with you

And when the adrenaline of successfully breaking out of the correctional facility and robbing the speedway finally wore out, all he could think about was you.

When the 90 days at the correctional facility were up, Mellie jumped at the chance to finally drive her big brother home. The ride home was quiet, awkward, and he had to refrain from bombarding his sister with questions about you.

Weeks go by, he's settled in with Mellie at her new place, Jimmy's living in a whole new state, and you...

You were going steady with one of the out-of-towners.

Clyde was gutted when he saw you kiss someone who wasn't him outside the diner that he used to take you to all the time when you were still together.

Mellie was quick to pick up on what was wrong with Clyde, and after he finally confided in her, she whipped up a plan.

"I'm not gonna watch my big brother waste away over this. I know you love her, Clyde, and I know Y/N still loves you,"

With a new haircut, a new outfit, and a bouquet of flowers, Mellie sent him off to your house, where he stood on your front porch, trembling like a leaf.

When you opened your front door, you were surprised to see him there. "Clyde? What are you doin' he-"

"Please, darlin', let me explain everythin'."

And so he did. Clyde explained everything, from the cauliflower plan, to the fake jail riots to losing his prosthetic arm in a vacuum. All of it.

"I-I know it don't sound good, darlin', but I miss ya' somethin' mighty. A-And I know yer with that city boy now, but I still love ya' with all of me, sweetheart. And if you'll have me back, I promise I'll never leave yer side."

You ask him to give you a few days on your decision. Of course, he respects that and leaves, but he's afraid you won't take him back.

Before his overthinking eats away at him, he finds you leaning against the side of his car after his shift one night, a suitcase sitting sturdily next to you.

"Clyde Logan, I love you with all my heart, but if you pull that shit again, I'll never talk to you again, got it?"

Clyde's head nodded so quickly, you swore it was gonna come off. He sweeps you up into a tight bearhug and chokes back the oncoming tears.

"I promise, sweetheart, I ain't lettin' you go ever again."

[glassbxttless]

Vacation with Gucci.. what does he do when you’re together to make you feel like the only one in his world?

Lots of mulled cider.

Sleepy morning sex mixed with lots of kisses.

He always lets you pick the vacation spot.

Makes you breakfast on mornings you both don’t want to leave your rental.

Runs you baths and rubs your shoulders because he knows you’re just as hard working and need a little time to relax.

Buys you a postcard for your collection from every location you visit.

[account-archived]

The ADCU boy's Starbucks order

Flip: black coffee

Henry: "Irish coffee". He will pour a whole flask of cheap liquor into his coffee, three packets of splenda for an extra kick

Paterson: London Fog, oat milk bc he's conscious of the environment

Charlie: some days it's London Fog, some days it's black coffee, some times he forgets to order for himself and shares a non caffeinated caramel frappe with his son

Ben: Rey made him try Pink Drink once and now that's all he will get but no one can know

Sackler: flat white. Black coffee is too bitter and everything else is too sweet. He doesn't need to drink much before he's absolutely wired.

[rynwritesstuff]

“I can’t believe you’re mine” with Clyde please 🥰

Absolutely!

"I can't believe you're mine." + Clyde Logan

Warning: Brief mention of drinking

The first time Clyde Logan saw you, his heart nearly stopped. His brother, Jimmy, had been talking to him, and his words suddenly fell into the background. You were at the center of Clyde’s world, and everything seemed to spin around you.

You walked up to the bar, and when you spoke? God, it was the most beautiful thing Clyde had ever heard.

You had a voice like velvet, a voice that was calming and soothing yet commanding and strong. Clyde wanted to hear you speak forever.

He got you your drink, and the two of you made conversation as you drank and drank and drank. And when you were too drunk to drive, Clyde called you a ride and paid for it himself.

Three months later, the two of you were on your first date. You were fully captivated by the man that sat in front of you. His smile was sweet and kind, and you loved seeing it. His voice was gentle and smooth like honey.

God, the things you wanted him to say to you in that gorgeous accent of his . . .

And when he took hold of your hand in the parking lot? Your stomach fluttered and your heart raced. He was so perfect, so gentlemanly, so wonderful. There was no way that this could be real. No way in hell.

Another three months went by, and you were in his bed. He was kissing you, your lips, your jaw, your throat. His knee was pressing against your clothed pussy, and your hands were in his hair.

“Oh, m’love . . . “ Clyde had said when he noticed the tears in your eyes. “Are ya alright, darlin’?”

You nodded, smiling widely as he wiped the tears from your cheeks.

“I’m fine, baby,” you’d said. “I just can’t believe you’re mine.”

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