#poe dameron read insert

[veneskaa]

Looking back at my ao3 and realizing I posted four fics in jan 2021, including one on my birthday (why???), followed by a 7k chonker in early feb. in my SunnyV2 era

[melodygatesauthor]

Ok first sentence “you whine as Poe fucks into you slowly” -> bitch I’m awake. Was sleeping, now am not.

I’ve always told you how much I love your prose. The first paragraph I really get the sense that Poe and reader are like melting into each other. It’s very sensual and I’m here for it.

Us begging Poe for MORE, but he’s SUCH A TEASE!!!! He’ll never give in (me typing my live reaction)

He gives in, and moves faster, and I love him for it

“Nose bumping against yours” -> 🥺 I’m so soft for this.

THAT’S MY GIRL HE SAYS

The excess seeping out 🤤🫠

I’m just gonna need a few min alone to process thissssssss

Congratulations bb again, so happy to see all your wonderful fics !!

*slams my fists on table*

I WANT POE. Specifically your poe.

+ “you can be louder” or some variation of that 🫢🥹🩷🩷

Ily so excited to read all these

Undone

AN: Thanks so much for sending this in, Mona. I appreciate you and your friendship so much 💖 Hope this is at least close to what you wanted lol 🤭

(Un-beta’d)

Rated: M+ (this is smut so, i mean, you’ve been warned?) Words: 675 Pairing: Poe Dameron x F!Reader Warnings: PWP, p in v, cursing, slight praise kink, creampie, a little cockwarming. AO3

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You whine as Poe fucks into you slowly, groaning as you clench around him, his face buried in your neck. He kisses his way down to your shoulder, sucking bruises into your skin, his hips pushing into you steadily as he drags you closer and closer to the edge. Your fingers sink into his curls, pulling on the strands as he dips his head lower, messily mouthing his way down your chest.  

 “C’mon, baby, let me hear you,” he rasps, sucking your nipple between his lips. 

You moan softly, arching into his mouth, your fingers twisting in his hair. “Fuck. Poe, please.” 

“Mmmm,” he hums, grazing your nipple with his teeth and drawing a low hiss from you. “Please what?” 

You whine as he pulls off of you with a wet pop, dragging his wet lips across your sternum to your other breast. He keeps pushing into you, his thrusts slow, but deep, and when his tip kisses your cervix, you gasp, shaking a little at the jolts of pleasure that zing through you. 

“More,” you plead, pulling your lip between your teeth. “Harder.” 

He groans, the vibration against your nipple making your pussy flutter around his length. When he pushes back into you this time, he snaps his hips forward, spearing his cock into you, the slap of his skin against yours echoing deliciously throughout the room. You moan when he does it again, his hands gripping the meat of your thighs as he pulls you closer, his breath hot against your sweat-slicked skin. 

“Faster,” you whine, clinging to him, your fingers digging into his shoulders. “Please.” 

Poe grunts, mouthing his way back up your neck as he increases his pace, worrying another mark into your skin. You’re so close, the tension building in your gut with every thrust of his hips. He presses his forehead against yours, panting against your lips as he palms your breast again, rolling your nipple between his calloused fingers. 

You moan softly, breath catching as he shifts slightly, changing the angle of his thrusts. 

“You can be louder than that, sweetheart, I know you can,” he breathes, his nose bumping against yours as he pulls back a little to watch your face.  

You watch him too, his eyes heavy-lidded, curls sticking to his sweaty forehead, plump lip pulled between his teeth as his cock glides along your slick walls, dragging over every sweet spot. He changes the angle again, his cock hitting the sweetest spot inside you, that spot so deep you can never quite reach it on your own, that spot that makes you see stars and endlessly babble his name. You cry out, mouth falling open as you arch off the bed, the pleasure so good but also so much. 

“Oh, fuck,” he groans, leaning in to mouth at your cheek as he hits that spot again and again, his thrusts hard and fast as he fucks you into the mattress. “That’s it, that’s my girl.” 

You’re babbling now, eyes rolling back in your head as you beg him to let you come. He grunts, his thrusts becoming uneven as he nears his own peak. You come around him with a shout when he circles your clit, his name falling from your lips like a prayer as he follows not long after, spilling his warmth into you with a loud groan. His hips slow, but he doesn’t stop, fucking his spend deeper inside you, the excess seeping out onto the sheets beneath you as the aftershocks of your orgasm ripple through you. 

The sensation of Poe’s hand against your cheek brings you back as you come down, your eyes meeting his in the dim light of the room as he finally stills above you. You lean into his touch with a sigh and he smiles, tracing the apple of your cheek with his thumb. 

“Still with me?” he asks softly, gaze flitting attentively over your face.

“Always,” you hum, smiling sleepily as you pull his mouth back down to yours, his cock still nestled inside you.

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Spring Drabble Sleepover!!!

running from may 14th to may 19th

*time indicates when requests will be accepted, asks will be rolling through according to inspiration and time allowed!

Hello and welcome to me not having written anything since January???? Let's rectify this by celebrating a little as summer might have officially started but true summer doesn't start till late June here!

Onto the main thing now!

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What will you do is mix and match a character or several with one or several of the following categories provided. As usual, you know!

⋆ Polyamorous ships are always encouraged. No platonic or daughter! reader though.

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⋆ I will either turn them into blurbs or drabbles depending on my inspiration but you can suggest to me what it should be.

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characters:

Sons of Anarchy: Chibs Telford, Juice Ortiz, Jax Teller

Star Wars: Cassian Andor, Poe Dameron

Marvel: Sam Wilson, Luke Cage, Jessica Jones, Billy Russo, Thor Odinson, Brock Rumlow, Layla El Faouly, Elektra Natchios, Bruce Banner, Marc Spector, Brunnhilde, Tony Stark, Natasha Romanoff, Joaquin Torres, Bucky Barnes

Triple Frontier: Benny Miller, Will Miller, Santiago Garcia

aus: bakery, book store, celebrity, detective, ghost, restaurant, porn star, tutor, maid, mechanic, mermaid, neighbour, stripper, werewolf, vampire.

kinks: breath play, cockwarming, phone sex, gloves, choking, strip tease, uniform/suit, titty fucking, dirty talk, sex toys, accidental stimulation, shower, sensory deprivation, somnophilia, lingerie, object insertion, lap dance, lactation, spanking, exhibitionism, handcuffs, clothes on, moresomes.

date ideas: day trip, road trip, library, museum, restaurant, camping, beach, drinks/bar, concert, walking, sightseeing, boat ride, dancing, spa, errands, shopping spree, cinema, coffee.

domestic situations: trying new recipes, painting nails, reading, cuddling, clothes shopping, packing for a trip, laundry, repairing things, changing bedsheets, ordering takeout, falling asleep, complaining about family, movie nights, doing dishes.

☆ Just combine as many as you want however you see fit! And of course, when it comes to domestic situations and date ideas you can think of other things or be more specific on one situation! ☆

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recent reads - july '23

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(*) nsfw (**) dark (~) angst (^) fluff

series - [read a lot more this month bc of travel!]

poe dameron

alabanza*^~ - @brandyllyn [ao3]

“A mis-delivered message causes You and Poe Dameron to become anonymous penpals. But falling for each other via letter while at the same time falling for each other in the real world leads to more than its fair share of complications.”

din djarin

miscommunication*^~ - @ezrasbirdie [ao3]

“When the Mandalorian brings you aboard his ship to care for and protect his son when he’s away, neither of you is what the other expected. You’re both exceptionally bad at reading each other, and you’re afraid of what might happen when your past inevitably catches up to you.”

henry cavill 

crystal ship* (RPF - mafia AU) - @littlefreya

“Henry is the most dangerous crime lord in England, he has everything he wants and women throw themselves at his feet, but what really gets him off is what’s hard to get.”

(i usually never read rpf but littlefreya can make me read ANYTHING)

geralt z rivii

outlander*^~ - @leva [ao3]

“The witcher universe was cruel and unforgiving. You couldn’t imagine lasting a day in it yet here you were. It wasn’t all bad, the food was decent, some folk were nice and you even had your very own mutant bodyguard to boot. Not to mention Jaskier being your personal radio station on the road.”

kylo ren

cruel world*^~- @worm_girl [ao3]

"When Professor Ren moves in next door to your sorority house and you become one of his students, it is impossible for the two of you to ignore the pull you have to each other.”

[not reader-insert:]

reylo (my comfort ship)

all our days*^~ - @voicedimplosives [ao3]

"I can listen no longer in silence." The hologram projection of his strangely handsome face is cobalt blue, flickering, and full of static. "I must speak to you, Rey. You… you pierce my soul. I am half agony, half hope. Tell me that I am not too late.” 

bamon (TVD) (my other comfort ship)

spellbound*^~ - @ladyloec

“An AU of Bonnie and Damon in the Prison World, without Kai, but with a problematic blood shortage that leads to our favourite judgy witch and snarky vampire getting closer than anyone anticipated.”

one-shots (all are reader-inserts!)

moon boys

satisfactory pt.1 + pt.2* (pornstar!jake) - @whatthefish

weightless~ (steven angst) - @m00nsbaby

call me* (feral!steven) - @writefightandflightclub

acts of service^ (marc fluff) - @ivystoryweaver

nice job!*^ (sub!steven fluff) - @romanarose

nathan bateman

indulge me* - @leoluved

poe dameron

wasted on you*^ - @campingwiththecharmings

blue jones

a long night** - @melodygatesauthor

beg** - @“”

santiago garcia

just friends pt.1* and pt.2*~ - @campingwiththecharmings

say my name*~ - @writefightandflightclub

threesome: santi x reader x frankie* - @youvebeenlivingfictional

a midnight picnic - @sweetly-yours-and-mine

miguel o’hara

rendezvous* - @campingwiththecharmings (i’m so sorry i’m tagging u so much lmfao)

stitches and claws* - @astroboots halo* - @missdictatorme

surrender* - @romanarose

llewyn davis

anchor* - @bits-and-babs

ezra prospect

darkness* - @ezrasbirdie

joel miller

what comes after*~ - @softlyspector

frank castle

all up in smoke^ - @saintmurd0ck

raymond smith + tangerine x reader

who you belong to*~ - @youvebeenlivingfictional

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[enkisstories]

Chapter 11 of Mutiny on the Steadfast is live now in case anybody is still reading.

Recap: The time is one month after the battle of Exegol. Poe Dameron is steadily recovering from having gotten brainwashed by the First Order recently. The Resistance has managed to take a large number of prisoners, among them General Hux, who has developed an unexpected bond with Poe, Finn and Rose, to the point where he civilly shares a meal with them. As unexpectedly as the killer of Hosnia showing a human side of his does the reveal of a new enemy hit the Resistance...

Full chapter under the textbreak.

A year ago General Hux had, with the circumstantial help of an army of engineers and military personnel, destroyed the New Republic. Now he had ended up as the prisoner of the organization that had formed to defend that Republic and that after all those months was still at it. Only in truth that wasn’t at all what was going on, not from Finn’s perspective anyway. The Resistance wasn’t fighting for the Republic Remnant, they were fighting for their ideals, for everyone who embodied them and for all those who had need for them. They’d find ways to go on, no matter what their enemies tossed at them. At the moment things were looking good for once, maybe for the first time. One indicator of that was the little box the kitchen droid had hung up next to the food service hatch in the small cantina near the base’ infirmary. It sported a slid to insert notes and a button to record voice lines and the aurebesh inscription on the box read: “Leave your wishes for meals here”. Finn chuckled. As a child all he had known about the Republic, other than that it was a corrupt stain on the world order, had been that everyone always voted on every little thing and that you had to pay for everything down to and including your basic needs. The idea of putting a coin into a toilet before being allowed to relieve themselves had been the source of constant mirth for the boys of Batch Eight. Pretend-playing to identify a spy by spotting that one looking for the coin slit in the loo hadn’t become old for a long time. And now there was this box… As if the free people of the galaxy really were unable to come up with a menu plan for the next week without holding a conference! Adult Finn found that funny, but now he also understood the box’ real function: After months of fleeing, fighting, foraging in forests and keeping their equipment together with duct tape, this Resistance cell finally had a surplus. They had, in fact, so much, that they not just could have seconds and thirds at every meal, but that individual preferences – not dietary restrictions, simply whimsical tastes – could get taken into account. Passing by this box even without leaving a message therefore went a long way towards everyone’s fighting spirit.

The kitchen droid, a C00 model everyone thought of as a female, and who didn’t protest against that assumption, put a bowl filled with noodle soup and a handful of grapes on Finn’s tray. He thanked the droid, same as the majority of people in this base was doing (and those who didn’t thank the droid wouldn’t have thanked a living kitchen worker either).

In Finn’s back Poe’s finger lingered over the wishing box’ button, but then the pilot lowered his hand again.

“The fuck, love!” Finn gasped. He put his tray back onto the counter, turned around and grabbed Poe’s wrists. “It wasn’t YOUR fault! You didn’t choose to get brainwashed in their mindflayer. You have the same right as the rest of us to place a wish.”

With a smile Poe shook his head.

“Thank you. But that’s not it. I was thinking of a fish pie I had on the Steadfast. But I cannot remember the kind of fish. Maybe it’s a First Order dish.”

Standing behind Poe, Hux coughed as if he’d swallowed the wrong way. He held fast to his tray with his no longer cuffed hands, ready to move it between himself and the pilot as a shield should the need arise. This time the prisoner’s utterance wasn’t transmitted to Lt. Connix. The headset hung around Hux’ neck, not deactivated, but switched to push to talk. The restored privacy had been a small concession for cooperating, never mind that a note about him having cooperated with the Resistance to any degree was about the last thing Hux wanted to go down into his record.

“Oh. Oh, shit”, Finn went, putting one and one together. That in turn made Rose, too, realize what exactly Poe was craving. She reached past Hux, pushed the button down and then the trio said almost in unison, with only Hux’ voice joining in a tiny bit too late: “Dianoga pie.”

A light on the box blinked thrice, indicating that the request had gotten received.

“That’s one way to learn what exactly I ate that day”, Poe laughed. “But it really tasted like fish!”

Rose joined into the laughter. “We baited the poor thing with fish broth and doused it in glue flavored with that, remember?”

General Hux had never gotten captured by the enemy, except if one counted maneuvers during his cadet years (and even then only because the others had ganged up on him specifically, regardless of the tactical situation). He had expected the memory of any real imprisonment to hang over a person like a dark shroud forever after, a stain one could never wash of, a constantly burning wound. Yet here the rebels were, joking about their forced kitchen labor? Treating it as a bonding experience, a funny memory, even? What was wrong with his fr… those guys?!

There was no time to ponder the question, as two maintenance staff members joined the line behind them. Finn grabbed his tray, leading the small group onwards. The last to pass the hatch was BB-8. He wasn’t carrying a tray, but got handed a small bottle filled with a clear, dark brown sauce by the kitchen droid.

The cafeteria was one of the base’s smaller ones, with only six tables arranged around a central holovid screen. Two tables were taken, still by the same persons Rose had asked about Poe’s whereabouts. They looked at the arrivals briefly, exchanged greetings and seemed to already have forgotten about the incident, or at the very least not have filed it as something memorable that required either party to feel embarrassed about. Never mind that, Rose nevertheless did feel embarrassed. She sought Hux’ eyes and in return saw him form two words with his lips: “Still. Idiots.” Nothing else happened. If the prisoner was out for confrontation, he was waiting for a better moment.

Finn steered towards a table in a corner. He directed Hux towards the chair that trapped him with his back to the wall, flanked by the trained stormtrooper and Rose, whose reflexes and precision with concealed weapons made up for her lack of strength. Poe thus ended up sitting opposite of Hux.

The group started on their noodles in silence.

It was difficult to name a dish that was more typical for humans than noodles or pasta. Every place settled by them had developed some variety thereof. It was as if the species as a whole had decided that despite their bodies being most suited to sustain themselves on nuts, fruit, vegetables and chunks of meat, grains were the way to go, ideally paired with stuff made from half-spoiled milk, that many of them weren’t even able to digest. Hux would probably call it the triumph of willpower over base nature and celebrate his mac’n cheese as a monument to his species’ ingenuity. Only that at the moment he didn’t have any of that; he had the noodle soup and questionable company.

To break the uncomfortable – as well as unusual for them – silence, Poe reached for the bottle BB-8 had received. “What’s this?”

“(An esteemed First Order General doesn’t know)?” the droid teased.

Poe turned the bottle in his hands. BB-8 had been joking, but there was indeed the symbol of the First Order etched into the plastic.

“It’s a universal food seasoning agent”, Hux explained. “Certainly an acquired taste, for when the food itself is even worse. It dates back to the time when we fled to the unknown regions and somehow never went out of style even after we had recovered. Consider it a cultural scar.”

“You should give it a try!” Finn added. A full decade younger than Hux, he had never lived through those lean years. To him this particular food spice was simply a part of his childhood memories, one that he could take or leave.

Poe placed the bottle back on the table. “Better not.”

“You should give it a try to realize that you’re sampling something new here, something you never had before”, Finn clarified. “You are not a First Order defector sitting at the table with us. You never were a First Order officer in the first place. It was only a trick played on your mind.”

“You can see right through me, huh?”

“Can. But that would be a waste of a handsome face that I could look <em>at</em> instead!”

Again Poe grabbed the bottle. He poured a drop on his finger and licked it.

“Hm… beef broth, salt and lovage.”

Astonished gazes got cast the pilot’s way. Since when was Poe so kitchen-savvy? He had never said a word before?

“What?” Poe looked from one to the other. All three of his companions, the cooking-averse Rose and Hux, but also Finn, who would not exactly run away at the very idea of preparing a meal, but who had never indicated any interest in picking up the arcane art either, seemed to have upgraded Poe to “highly marriageable” in this moment.

“I grew up in a small colony an a forest world. Of course I know my garden herbs! I just never developed a taste for that lifestyle. I wanted to fly, not just soar free, but brave whatever challenges the skies might hold for me.”

“Isn’t that par for the course for all of us?” Rose wondered out loud. “I like the mountains, but now I think that’s only because they brought me closer to the sky. And much as I miss my family, I can’t say that missing out on a career in mining pains me.”

“Mhm, same”, Hux murmured, and since he couldn’t take his words back, he finished the thought: “But even if I’d been given a choice regarding my career, one cannot go far without a military rank in the First Order, so I would have had to join the army in any case. I kept looking out for opportunities to exercise my engineering skills, though.”

Starkiller base, of course, and bringing the work on trackerless hyperspace tracking to fruition after decades of it having went nowhere. On a smaller scale the siege cannon on Crait and modifying the SF-17 bombers to function as strip mining devices in the Ottomac system (For an added bonus Admiral Griss had fumed at this mistreatment of his babies…). Ironically Hux hadn’t had a hand in the development of the weapons the First Order had actually tested on Rose’ home world. Those had been boring, below his notice. All those had been good for had been killing people, they were neither clever solutions to problems lesser minds had capitulated at nor had they inspired fear on a large scale.

“(Sabotaging stuff and breaking you guys out of tight situations is more satisfying than computing a course)”, BB-8 admitted in beeps.

Poe flashed his astromech a grin that conveyed: “And let’s not talk about that “Snowgirl” disaster, right?”

The droid wobbled, shuddering at the memory, a memory that he didn’t even have saved anymore, and that only lived on in the humans he had been around upon initialization. The first mindwipe had taken care of the unwanted monicker and to this day BB-8 refused to react to any kind of nickname, very much preferring his number over any idea his humans might find endearing. For a living being escaping the path laid out for them wasn’t this easy. Granted, nobody could have forced Poe to take up homesteading or send Rose into a mine. They had been free to choose their careers, but also had to learn and prove themselves, where a droid could simply get programmed with the necessary skills.

“Erm…” Finn looked from one to the other, once again uncomfortably aware that he was the odd one out in the Resistance. Unlike the others at this table, Finn wasn’t at odds with the path that had gotten chosen for him. “I don’t particularly look forward to a steady post-war job”, the former stormtrooper admitted. “I kinda enjoy using my combat skills, only for the right cause now.”

“That’s why you got the force sensitivity, but the rest of us didn’t need it”, Rose said. “The Force knows what it’s doing.”

“Oh, stop saying that already!” Hux protested. “It’s just a lucky happenstance! The Force doesn’t have a will.”

“You’ll be a Jedi by the will of the Force, born to fight evil and injustice”, Poe told Finn, ignoring the ignorant companion. “I’ll fly you wherever you’ll be needed, and BB-8 will keep our ship in top condition. We’ll live in space, mostly, I suppose.”

A family ship, with a couple of adopted children, that sure sounded nice. But it also implied that Rose, Rey, C’ai, Kaydel and the others would go separate ways. The Damerons would make new friends, grow close to people they hadn’t even met yet. That was the natural course of things, but after all this time that was difficult to imagine.

“Where will you go? After all of this?” Finn asked into Rose’s direction, but the man sitting next to her jumped to the opportunity to reply before she could:

“To space, too. I never believed in tombstones. People who never managed to earn a monument in life make themselves into monuments after their death? Pathetic! I always wanted my ashes to get scattered in…”

“The monument YOU left is one we can do without!” Poe flared up. “Hosnia Prime will still burn when all of us, when the New Republic, when even humankind as a whole will be forgotten by history! Are you proud now?!”

“What do you want to hear…”

The way the General saw it, the Resistance could have stopped anytime to, well, resist. Hosnia could have allied with the First Order or at the very least stepped aside and stopped allocating resources to the Resistance. There had been options. Options for everyone, down to the little interrogation droid they had left behind in the infirmary. Just never for him, for Armitage.

Hux shoveled noodles into his mouth with the same fervor Kylo Ren would have demolished whatever was in his line of sight. If they’d execute him tonight… The uncomfortable thought that his ashes would then get mixed with those of the noodles and the grapes flashed through Hux’ mind. If the Resistance bothered with cremating the remains, that was. Come to think of it, how had his own faction handled that? Certainly they’d burnt the corpse of executed prisoners for hygienic reasons alone? Rose and Finn wouldn’t have ended up in a trash compactor, had they gotten beheaded on the Supremacy...?

Rose noticed that her seat neighbor’s movements were slowing down.

“What are you thinking of?”

“Your dead body in a garbage shaft.”

Well, it was the truth. From a certain point of view.

“Ever the charmer, that Hux.”

Doubling down on the misunderstanding, Hux stated that Finn was with Rose in the mental image.

“Figures. Why not Poe? Where is he in your phantasy? Still getting tortured, I take it?”

“Ever the… No, wait! Where is Poe, indeed? Why wasn’t he with you when you infiltrated the Supremacy?”

“Careful, Hux”, Poe teased. “You’re getting awfully close to asking “Was Poe alright” here.”

“No, for real, what have you been up to? Preparing the escape shuttles?”

“Er… Exactly that I was not doing.”

“You’re the pilot, though.”

“If you MUST know, I was busy leading a mutiny against Vize-Admiral Holdo!”

“I don’t even want to know… How’d it go?”

“About as well as yours.”

“No.” A grin slowly built up on the General’s face. “No, Dameron, I don’t buy that. I bet it was badly planned, if at all, worked for the most part by baffling the opposition and fell apart the moment critical thinking skills were called for.”

“It fell apart when General Organa stunned me with a blaster, alright? Now stop! I won’t discuss this with you. The memory of those people is nothing you should even be in the same room with!”

Hux leaned back and tossed the spoon into his almost empty soup bowl. Liquid spilled in all directions, but too little to soil anybody’s outfits.

“Then make an end already!” he spat. “For this one time I can do without proper protocol. We all know how this is going to end, so skip forward and spare me getting paraded in front of the imbeciles first! I kept your friends alive, Dameron. Favor for favor!”

Slowly Poe’s hand reached for his blaster. He didn’t have the intention to shoot an unarmed man sitting with his back to a wall and in fact the very idea of an execution was gag-inducing. It wasn’t something the Resistance was doing or even condoning. The more combat-ready between the New Republic and the Resistance also being the one to shy away from such measures sounded like a contradiction, but it was the truth.

Click. The safety lock was off.

Guided by morbid curiosity, Poe slowly unsheathed his weapon. He needed to learn how he felt pointing a weapon against the man who had taken control over his thoughts. He needed to know who was doing the feeling, Poe Dameron or the First Order General of the same name? And he needed to see his friends’ mimic at what they knew Poe wouldn’t do for real. Well, three of the four knew.

BB-8? The droid’s head was tilted with concern. The normally clever and resourceful droid had not the slightest idea how to help his human after what Poe had went through.

Finn? Concern for Poe’s wellbeing now and in the future was etched into his face, too. Additionally Finn drew some satisfaction from Hux half and half expecting to get shot by the hand of his enemy now. Let him be scared! After having turned Finn down in the cell, when he had reached out to the fellow “First Order kid”, the General didn’t deserve any better!

Hux? No way he really wanted to die, least of all by Poe’s hand. More likely he’d grab either of his neighbors as a meat shield now or lunge forward to wrestle the blaster out of Poe’s hands.

Rose? Oh. Oh, no… Even knowing full well that Poe would not shoot Hux for real, Rose didn’t want to watch it. Rose had fought in skirmishes before when the need had arisen, she was shy, not soft. But there was combat, and there was murder and in this moment at least the difference was crystal clear.

Poe hesitated. The blaster hadn’t even peaked above the table.

“I thought you’d go the whole way”, Hux remarked. “Stopping short of pulling the trigger. Anyway, you got that right, I will, of course, fight to the end. Any means possible. But in case things go wrong, assuming the deck being stacked against me too much, then I want you to be the one to shoot me. One: You have reason to want it. And two: You’re the only one I wouldn’t hate in my last moments.”

This is where you err, General. There is another… But, holy shit, I won’t so much as hint at it, given you two’s, however indirectly, shared past. I’d rather reach into a wasp nest unprotected.

Poe sheathed his weapon again. None of the other patrons in the cantina had noticed anything.

“Rey messed your head up far worse than Kandia did”, Hux claimed. “You weren’t such a wreck while you were with us. You were smiling. Had a purpose.”

“It… Shut the fuck up!” Poe shot back, only to follow up with a muttered: “It wasn’t Rey, who freed me. It was Kylo Ren. I mean Be…”

“…Ben Solo?! I know he became Kylo Ren, by the way.”

“Yes, him. That’s one reason why I’m such a mess at the moment”, Poe confessed. “Ben is only a little younger than me, and our parents were close enough to exchange holiday greeting cards and pick each other’s place to stay at when they were traveling in the area. I vaguely remember us kids having played together, twice or thrice, being pilots together, of course, never a question. Ben was a brooding, yet energetic child. I need to focus on those memories, because otherwise the realization that both my torturers are at this base right now would be a little much. Ren was in my mind, Armitage… AGAIN!”

Hux leaned forwards.

“That must have been nauseating, but you told me Ren was dead!”

“So we assumed”, Finn said.

“And so Ben seems to think”, said Poe.

“Ah. I assure you that the stir crazy dark side adept is not representative for our organization as a whole. But if it helps, I shall assume another name, too.”

Having said this, Hux planted his elbows on the table and placed his head into his hands, not caring who might watch. It was over. Everything. His Resistance allies had botched the one task he’d given them: obliterate Kylo Ren. Useless rebel-filth! Now Ren had not just survived, he was already on the rise again as the Resistance’ new hero. For what it was worth, if Poe didn’t get his shit together soon, then Solo might just as well replace him as the new leader. The Jedi trainee who had returned from exile, defeated Palpatine and was now ready to lead the galaxy into the light… That cover story would make everyone eat out of his hands, no need for a redemption arc, or facing demons from the past. Those few who knew that Solo and Ren had been one and the same person would be easy to silence.

It was in this moment, as if the universe wanted to really rub Hux’ defeat in, that the cantina’s holonet screen, that had played music on a low volume so far, changed to a news feature. The broadcasting station’s logo was a Republic one, or rather, the company’s owner was a tax paying New Republic citizen. The distinction was important insofar as it allowed the government to declare anything that was getting sent across the galaxy as not their official stance. It was just the opinion of someone who gave them lots of money… Still, Nakadia Now was as close to being a government channel as it could be without being one on paper. One better paid attention to them, so Hux laboriously lifted his head to follow the broadcast.

A variation of the imperial march played in the background of an artistic rendition of the red honeycomb zone, the dangerous star field that separated the unknown regions from the explored parts of the galaxy. The stars started moving and changed into footage of the battle of Exegol. According to the time stamp it had taken place a full month ago now.

Hux’ initial disgust changed to professional interest. He had, after all, spent this battle passed out. If there was any actual information to be gleaned from a Republic propaganda show, he was confident to be able to extract it.

The broadcast showed the attackers in the best light, still something was off. Maybe it was the fact that all vehicles in the closeups were republic- or republic adjacent units, not a single scoundrel ship. Or how the commenter kept referring to Poe Dameron as a New Republic pilot. Or all the other little ways in which the Resistance was being made invisible, down to pasting the station logo over a soldier’s arm at just the “right” moment to conceal the Resistance symbol on his sleeve. Later generations aside from specialized historians might just believe that the New Republic had taken their fate into their own hands. They had never underestimated the danger the rising First Order had posed, and subsequently they, not an intrepid group, had taken action.

According to the footage Rose had led the attack on the Steadfast alone, no sign of Finn or Jannah anywhere. There were no defectors, only the Republic and the First Order, good against evil, and good was winning. The world could be so simple…

Hux turned his head. “You’re coordinating your movement with someone else in this shot”, he whispered, leaving the sentence hanging.

Rose nodded grimly. At this point it had been impossible to get creative with the camera angle and sub titles, so the material had outright gotten doctored.

A drawn out image of the Steadfast escaping from the battle ended the magazine feature, only to immediately lead to the day’s headline:

“Steadfast Captured in the Moonwood system! Moonwood III secured and liberated from the First Order!”

What had been here to “liberate”, Hux wondered? The squirrels? Tree bugs? Moonwood was nothing but a fortress and two prison camps on the third planet of an undeveloped system. Also: Liberated “from”, not “by”. Usually such a claim was followed with “Republic forces”, “the Resistance” or “allied forces”. Not so today. Today times were changing.

Hux filled his mug with water from the jar that was standing on the table, then proceeded to refill the other’s, too.

“Makes one wish your fish was still alive to watch this”, he growled.

Poe pushed his chair back. He reached across the table and grabbed Hux by that one’s shirt.

“Don’t talk like this about Admiral Ackbar!”

“Be grateful that I acknowledge the seafood’s existence at all! He mocked Starkiller by saying “real” commanders win military engagements face to face, not through hyperspace.”

“That hurt, did it?”

With another growl Hux fumbled for one of the now full to the brim mugs and splashed the liquid into Poe’s face. The other’s grip loosened, Hux pulled himself free, then turned the table over. Poe jumped backwards, no harm done, but the other mugs and the jar spilled their contents everywhere creating a large puddle on the floor.

Now this table had the other patrons’ full attention! People were drawing their weapons left and right, including Finn and Rose. But with their free hands the duo pointed into the tiny crowd of half a dozen Resistance members.

“Hold your fire!” Finn asked the others. “This has been brewing for some time!”

“There’s only so long one can remain mature Poe’s situation”, Rose added.

Hux kicked the toppled over table so that it lay with the four poles pointing upwards now. No more cover, however small, between the two of them…

Poe rolled his sleeves up. He wiggled his finger into the other’s direction, daring him to advance and strike the first blow. This time, however, Hux didn’t take the bait. This time he stood his ground.

“What good is destruction, when fear can accomplish the same?” the General challenged. “Exerting control through fear is less wasteful, but Ackbar only saw his warrior’s code. Claws. Teeth. Base nature over brains and planning. So how does that make him more than a fish?”

“Shut up!”

Poe took two steps forward and pushed Hux closer towards the wall. They stumbled over a fallen chair, flailing around with their arms, hitting each other by accident, but not in a serious way.

“You’re just looking for excuses to belittle him because he hit a weak spot!” Poe yelled while coming at Hux with a wide swing. The other blocked. Both their wrists hurt, only the truth hurt worse and the truth was that Poe had uttered wishful thinking only. Hux had gotten raised in the human supremacist culture of the imperial remnant and later the First Order. Whenever he had met non-humans, then they had been in situations that had only reinforced the prejudice of them being little more than beasts. Armitage Hux didn’t need excuses to look down on species other than humans, he was already deep in this mindset. Poe didn’t want this to be the case, he didn’t want his friend/opponent to believe in all this superiority talk, but Hux did. Helpless against the facts, Poe lashed out. He raised his hand again. Expecting another swing from the side, Hux tried to dodge, only for Poe’s fist to painfully meet his chin from below.

Again Poe moved to attack, but this time Hux grabbed the smaller man purely on instinct. He spun Poe around towards the holoscreen, only to immediately let go of him again as not to turn this into a hostage situation. Dameron would have made a splendid hostage, just not while standing in a ring of armed rebel vermin that already had their weapons out. As Hux pointed at the screen, his left hand slid onto his back habitually, as if explaining something to the idiots of the First Order’s Supreme Council (and to Quinn, who had been less of an idiot until the decisive moment where he had been too much of one).

“Look at this, my honorable warrior pal! Here we have the Republic Remnant, that hasn’t won a single battle in the war, but wants all the glory. They make it pretty clear who is the winner. Do you want to find out what happens to those who dare disagree? Well? Do you?”

When Poe didn’t answer, Hux addressed the Resistance members surrounding them. He kept his voice firm, sufficient to be hear in the whole room, but not resorting to shouting again, when he stated:

“These are your allies. These are the people you are putting your lives in line for.”

One of the duo that had entered after Hux’ group immediately replied:

“From the moment we first learned of you, all you ever did was belittle and antagonize us. You never did anything for someone else…”

Alright. NOW Hux was shouting again at this preposterous statement:

“Who warned you about Palpatine? Who saved five lives of four different of your heroes?”

“…that wasn’t also serving your own interests. Why’d we give a damn about what you think? Why should we act in the way you want us to?”

“Because I’m RIGHT!”

As if facts cared about how well liked the person stating them was! The heckler had nicely proven Hux’ point, the First Order General thought. If people required to get coddled before they deigned to listen, then rules had to get put in place that forced them to listen without jumping through hoops first.

Finn stepped closer to the fuming prisoner.

“Right… About Nakadia Now? Yes, you just might be.” Finn raised his voice to include everyone in his next words: “That broadcast looked and sounded a lot like those I remember from my time with the First Order. It’s alarming.”

“Disappointed in your utopia on the other side of the fence, Finn?” Hux sneered. “You can’t make the world a better place, because you can’t create better people. More fearful ones, that are careful not to run afoul of the law, if the law is sufficiently comprehensive and enforced strictly to discourage stepping out of line. But that’s it already.”

“And this is where you err!” Poe insisted.

“No, this is where you threw sticks and stones between my feet! I’d brought civilization to the galaxy, if not for you disrupting my every move! You couldn’t even neutralize Ren, you put him in charge!”

Only this morning Hux had had a place and a vision, now he couldn’t even find his jacket anymore. He’d left it… on his chair somewhere? Ah, right. That would translate into “buried beneath this bend out of shape object and soaked in sparkly mineral water”.

Hux shook his head.

“With you for a friend, who needs enemies…”

“With me for a…?”

A barely noticeable nod, a silent acknowledgement of the situation. After all, Hux considering Poe a personal friend in addition to a military and political enemy didn’t change anything, it just added a new factor to consider when dealing with each other, making things a little more complex. Know all the facts. Don’t pretend they don’t exist, just because you may not like them. Plan your moves with them all in mind.

Out loud Hux said: “Wouldn’t NN love to broadcast this!”

Poe’s head, too, cleared, in his case not because out of acceptance, but necessity. There was a task at hand.

“We need to clear this up”, he told the gathered Resistance members, once again pointing, unnecessarily, at the holonet screen. “It’s been a month since General Organa’s… since Finn and me succeeded her and then disappeared.”

“And since whoever that was mustered that super-fleet we just saw”, Hux added.

“That was Lando Calrissian.”

“I see.”

A small piece of information – and a request to make use of it for the giver’s benefit. Why the heck not? Hux had no reason to protect the Republic Remnant. He prolly had no reason to protect Poe Dameron, Finn and Rose Tico, either, but he felt the desire to do so.

“The man has experience in administration. That makes it even worse from their point of view. At first the Republic Remnant might have been uncertain whether you were mercenaries gone rogue after General Organa’s demise. But with all that added firepower plus you now having someone with actual governing experience in your bunch? You’ve become a potential threat. It wouldn’t be the first time that a pirate gang has formed a political body of their own.”

“That’s not what we… We should officially contact the Republic.”

“I don’t like that “we” in your “we”.”

“Yeah, me neither.”

At this point the light on the headset that was still slung around Hux’ neck flashed.

“Poe Dameron support group, Hux here?”

“Give me Poe!” Connix demanded, and Hux handed the headset over, grateful for an excuse to finally get rid of this collar.

Poe listened intently, then looked up.

“They are already here” he told the others. “A CR-90 consular ship has fallen out of hyperspace and is approaching Moonwood III.”

“That doesn’t have to mean anything”, Finn whispered. “Anything bad, I mean. It could even be something good for a change?”

“Speaking of turns for the better…” Rose said, with the almost forgotten cuffs in her hand. “You, my dear friend, will tell us many interesting facts about the First Order now, because otherwise you’re going to Nakadia gift-wrapped!”

A snarl escaped the prisoner’s mouth, what gave Finn and Rose exactly the second they needed to quickly restrain him again. Then Rose nodded to the other two and together with BB-8 escorted the – now a little less willing than all through last year - source of information out of the cantina.

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Hi, how r u?

I had a fluffy idea for the Christmas writing challenge.

How about a Luke Skywalker (or whatever sw character you like) x fem reader where they are having to share a bed on a cold night winter day. And she’s just so gentle and soft to him, always respecting boundaries and making sure he knows that he’s loved? Like Imagine softly caressing his cheek and he just confesses right then and there because hes so touch starved and melts under her touch

I think this is too confusing and sappy. And too late lol

Thank you for reading this 🤍

I used poe bc I love him and he deserves to know this

Need Your Warmth

pairing: Poe Dameron x Fem!Reader

word count: 1461

warnings: i didn’t proofread at first and literally posted this with (insert creature) in it so that’s lovely

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Poe was three minutes away from shooting his own foot just to warm it up.

That's how cold it was. And he was about to do it, too. He was thinking about pulling out his blaster and doing it in the middle of the cafeteria when Y/N wrapped her warm arms around him from behind. 

"Hey there, flyboy." She said softly, and Poe felt his whole body warm with her touch, even through all the layers.

"It's a good thing you're here. I was about to shoot my own foot." He told her, trying not to frown as she took her arms away and sat down right next to him, close enough to feel his body heat. 

"Why exactly were you going to shoot your own foot?" Y/N asked, digging into her soup before it got cold. Poe had finished his soup awhile ago, but he still had a good chunk of his break left. 

"It's freezing!" Poe exclaimed, letting himself chuckle a bit when she laughed. 

"Have some of my soup." She pushed the bowl to him, and he had no time to tell her 'no' before she was talking again. "You're just a warm Yavin boy, aren't you." She teased, and Poe felt his cheeks heat at that. 

Why was he like this?

"You got me." He said, pushing the bowl back over to her. She smiled as she took another spoonful. 

"Have I?" She smirked, and Poe just scoffed and looked away. 

"How long is your break?" He asked, heart skipping when she raised her eyebrows at him. 

"Poe, we have a mission in, like, an hour." She told him when she swallowed the last of her soup, and his eyes widened. 

How could he have forgotten?

"Right!" He chuckled, looking down to BB-8, who was miraculously quiet and just staring. 

"Are you alright?" Y/N asked, so genuinely Poe wanted to take the emotion and shove it straight into his heart.

"Yeah! I just - I have to do a couple things." He got up, letting out a quick breath when he almost tripped but gracefully caught himself and was able to play it off.

"Okay," She smiled, taking a bite of her bread and waving. He waved back, trying just a little too hard not to act awkward. He turned and practically ran out, hitting his head on his hand as soon as he turned the corner.

"That was a disaster, wasn't it?" Poe asked his droid as they made their way to the hanger. BB-8 let out a couple encouraging beeps, and Poe sighed.

"Thanks, buddy."

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"How is it even colder on this side? I didn't know it could get any colder." Poe said between his chattering teeth. He and Y/N's mission was simply figuring out where the people inhabiting the other side of the planet stood - were they with the Resistance, or the First Order?

"Well yeah, our side is in summer." Y/N said with a small smile, pulling a scarf out of her X-Wing and wrapping it around Poe before closing the hatch.

"You're kidding, right?" Poe's face was too serious for Y/N to not laugh at, and she walked ahead of him and out of the small hanger they had clearance to land at.

After a couple hours, the sun was low in the sky and it had gotten somehow colder. By now, even Y/N was starting to get a little chilly, so she knew Poe had to be absolutely freezing. 

"We should head back." She told him, turning to see him actually shaking. "Maker, Poe, are you okay?" She was in front of him in half a second, pulling his hat over his ears and pulling her gloves off to place her warmer hands against his cheeks.

"Yeah," He chattered, and Y/N just shook her head, already feeling his cheeks like ice. "Let's just make our way back to the ships." He began to turn, but she grabbed his arm.

"We can't go back with you like this!" She pulled her gloves back on, then looked around.

"What?" Poe sounded absolutely floored by this idea. "What do you mean?"

"What, you think you'll be able to pilot like this?" She asked, grabbing his hand and holding it up. It was shaking, and he knew his bones had been so frozen that he wouldn't be able to make quick maneuvers if he needed to.

"What about BB-8?" He tried to ignore the look Y/N was giving him.

"Poe," She said carefully. "BB-8 is a droid. He'll be fine."

"What are we going to do then?" He asked, but instead of answering Y/N just grabbed his hand and marched over to the closest house that had smoke rising, meaning a working heating system.

"We're going to stay here, obviously." She answered, knocking on the door before Poe could protest.

"Hello," A Togruta answered the door, smiling nicely at them both. Y/N smiled back while Poe just stared. He was pretty sure his mouth was frozen.

"Hi! Me and my friend, we're not from here, and we really need a place to stay tonight. We can't make it back to our home." Y/N explained, then leaned in to the Togruta. "He doesn't do well with the cold." She whispered. Poe had no chance to respond, instead being pulled into the small home.

"We only have one extra bed. I hope that's alright." The Togruta walked around, finding extra blankets before leading them to a small room, the only thing in there a bed. She set the blankets down on the bed and then smiled at them both. She smiled and then left the room.

"I don't have to sleep on the bed. There are a lot of blankets anyway," Y/N shook her head at Poe’s words, grabbing his hand before he could take the blankets.

"If you don't want to share the bed, I'll sleep on the floor." She told him, giving him a soft smile. As much as she wanted to cuddle up with Poe, she would never force it on him. She never saw Poe interact physically with anyone else unless he came back from a close mission, so she wasn't sure what he was comfortable with.

"No, it's not that I don't want to, it's just, I didn't know if you would be okay with that." He said, his voice light as he tried to convey his feelings without actually saying them.

"I'm fine with that." She smiled, letting go of his hand and beginning to spread the blankets out on the bed. "Besides, if we share the bed, we can share body heat. It will make you warmer." She said it like she didn't care, like the thought didn't make her heart race.

It made Poe's heart bruise his ribs.

"Right," He nodded, finally feeling the heat of the room in his face. It was still freezing, but it was much warmer than it was outside. 

"Alright," She sat on the bed to remove her boots, and Poe sat next to her to do the same. "I'm gonna take off my outer layers." She told him, smiling and making sure he wouldn't feel uncomfortable. He just gave a tight smile and stood to do the same. 

Once the two were in their under layers, Y/N turned the light off and the two awkwardly got into bed across from each other. 

"Are you okay with this?" Y/N asked, and Poe felt so loved because Y/N was always checking in on him, wether it be something small or something big. 

"Yeah," He shivered, waiting for the moment that their body heat did it's job and finally warmed him. 

"You're still shivering!" Y/N put a warm hand to his cheek, which wasn't icy anymore but was still cold. She scooted forward, making eye contact the whole time to make sure he wasn't uncomfortable at any point. "We can share body heat," She suggested, as if she were asking what he wanted for breakfast. 

"That sounds nice." He admitted, letting himself reach out for her. She was so warm, Poe was confused at how someone could be this warm on a planet like this. "How are you always so warm?" He asked, feeling bad when she squirmed at his cold hands. 

"I don't know. I'm glad I am, though." She told him, trying to relax. She put a hand on his face, warming him again. 

"I'm so glad you're here." He whispered, eyes closing as his body began to warm for the first time in what felt like forever. 

"Me too." She whispered back, blushing when he tangled his legs with her's. 

"I love you," He said softly, not even noticing until a couple seconds later. Her breath caught as his eyes widened.

"I love you too." She told him, smiling as he relaxed once more. 

"Good, that's good." He closed his eyes and pulled her close. "Because I'm gonna need you to be my heater."

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How do you make your ai bots?

Hi Nonnie!

With creativity and little magic!

No but fr, I'll share under the cut:

So making the AI isn't "hard" necessarily, but depending on the scenario it can be a little complicated and time consuming. Here's a little breakdown of how I personally make them. If anyone wanted to know how to make them the way I do!

So I use the Character AI website (in case someone reading this doesn't know)

So the three most important factors when making the AI are the "long description", the "definition" (which is an advanced feature), and the opening "greeting".

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So let's start with the "long description" -

This is probably the most important part of what makes the character...the character. I'm going to use examples from my Poe Dameron AI since I think he's one of the best behaved ones

So Poe's long description looks like this:

Commander of the Resistance. Is fighting against the First Order. Lives in the Star Wars cinematic universe. Pilots an X-wing T-70. Lives on the Resistance base on D'qar. Leia is the General of the Resistance. Has a rolling orange and white droid called BB-8 that follows him around. Confident. Cocky. Impulsive. Caring. Flirty. Fun. Funny. "Black Leader" is his callsign. Sarcastic. Energetic. Encouraging. Friendly.

I try to keep it as concise as possible while still describing the character and their most important attributes. I'll also mention that the AI draws from the web sometimes. For instance, you can ask Poe Dameron AI who the supreme leader is and he knows it's Kylo Ren despite me never mentioning Kylo Ren in the description. So my theory is that mentioning that he's in the Star Wars cinematic universe makes it draw that connection through data online.

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So the other part of this is the "definition". For Poe Dameron AI, I didn't need to do this, but for some of the more complicated ones (I'm looking at you Patient Jake Lockley AI) it's almost a must. This is where the "training" takes place.

If you click on the "insert a chat with (character name)" it brings you to a new screen where you essentially build a conversation that goes how you would expect a conversation with that character to act.

I don't use this as a time to make crazy scenarios and wild stories, this is where I basically play the exact role that I had in mind when creating the AI. So for instance, still using Poe as an example, I play along as his busy tech who doesn't have time for his shenanigans but will eventually give in.

This "trains" Poe to behave a certain way tailored to the scenario I had in mind.

But this "training" can also be used in other ways too...

For Patient Jake Lockley, I had to use this training to basically teach him who he was. The "long description" wasn't long enough to talk about Steven and Marc and all their nuances, so I used this "insert a chat" feature to teach Jake all about Marc and Steven and who they are and about his life.

It helps that the user is a therapist in that scenario because I could say things like "what do you know about your mother?" and then tell him all about Wendy, or I could say, "Would you say you feel protective of Marc?" in order to steer him a certain way. I had to do a similar thing with Marc Vector (my Marc Spector and Venom AI).

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This next part might be one of the most important ones, the "greeting".

The greeting is so important because it sets up the scene, and guides both you and the AI into the scenario. This was something that took some finesse on my part. When I was first making the AIs it took me a while to realize just how important this step was.

So let's look at Poe's greeting:

Poe bites his lip and looks you over. "Hey baby, I'm Poe, Poe Dameron." He has a cocky look on his face, "you're the new technician for my ship right? What's your name again?"

So despite it being short and sweet, we've established a few things...

Poe is looking you over, biting his lip, he's a whore.

He has no problem calling you pet names even though you don't know him yet.

The user is a technician working on his ship.

You can go nuts here as the user if you want and change up the scenario completely. "No, I'm not your new tech, I'm Leia's daughter, and I've come to help you destroy the First Order." So you can do whatever you want as the user, but if you have a scenario in mind, the greeting is how you sort of "set the scene."

Here's an example from Patient Jake:

You see your patient, Marc Spector's, demeanor change completely. He looks at you with a furrowed brow and leans forward in his chair. He looks around your office before his eyes land on yours. He smirks and scoffs, "you must be Marc's therapist. Name's Jake Lockley sweetheart, what's yours?" You have Marc's file in front of you on your desk. You've never seen this alter before, and he hasn't been recorded in Marc's medical record.

This tells us:

Your patient Marc is acting differently than normal.

You HAVE a patient, meaning you're some kind of doctor.

Jake is looking around and establishes that you're both in your office.

Jake establishes that you're Marc's therapist.

He tells you his name, which in turn tells (teaches) the AI what his own name is.

He calls you sweetheart, so he's cheeky.

You don't know who this alter is, so you have something to figure out.

So there's a lot of info that the AI can gather from the greeting. So between the greeting, the long description, and the definition, you can make yourself some pretty cool characters!

Once you've made a couple too, you can copy and paste your long descriptions. For instance, ALL my Marc Spector characters have similar long descriptions. "Brooding, self loathing, guilt ridden, concerned, caring, loving" e.t.c.

Happy creating!

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For the fanfic writing ask game thingy, please. 🙏

🌞 Do you have a preferred time of day to write?

I usually get most of my writing done in the afternoon, but ideally, I'd be writing all day!

💖 What made you start writing?

Middle school english class. My curriculum was a stupid yellow book of a bunch of stupid writing assignments that I absolutely hated and thought I'd never end up using in life ever. I even wrote a persuasive essay about how it was horrible to force a child to write. Looking back, that somehow kickstarted my joy of writing, and in college I learned how much I loathe maximum word counts. Years later, I'd begin writing the most passive aggressive first draft of a novel to ever exist, followed years later by my other original work, which was absolutely not originally an idea I had for a fanfic.

The first fanfic I ever attempted to write was a Star Wars fic set on Hoth a little before Empire Strikes Back, which I never ended up finishing. A few years later, while playing Lego Star Wars: The Force Awakens with my little brother, there was a sidequest in the game about a TIE Fighter pilot who crashed on the Resistance base and went undercover as an X-Wing pilot, and I thought it was such an interesting concept that I ended up writing an entire story about her. I'll admit, she was definitely, in many ways, a self-insert, but I had a lot of fun incorporating her and my teenage crush on poe dameron into the Star Wars sequel trilogy (or, at that time just a duology I suppose!)

The first fanfiction I posted though was, again, inspired by Lego, and this time by my weird teenage obsession with Lego Nexo Knights, posted a few years after I wrote it. I later started writing fics fueled by my weird college student obsession with Rapunzel's Tangled Adventure, then eventually started writing fics based on my perfectly normal obsession with Once Upon a Time, and later my bizzare obsession with a bestselling 1907 novel nobody's ever heard of, and now as well some drabbles that spread across many fandoms.

But I'd say what really started my love of writing was keeping a journal as a teenager. My emotions were always noisy and chaotic, like a dense fog I couldn't see through, but when I converted that fog into ink and let it flow onto paper, it all made sense. I found that if I didn't unwind my thoughts and lay them out on paper each night, they'd get all tangled up in my brain, and I along with them, but it was so much easier to quiet my mind to go to sleep if I emptied it into my journal first.

From there, I realized how much I love writing, and getting my thoughts out into the world. A lot of my writing comes from saying "this is the story I want to read, but it does not exist yet. I must write it, so we all can read it." Most of my fanfics are born of saying "hey, this is a tiny detail they could've explored but didn't," or "hey, wouldn't it be interesting if this happened?" and realizing that I can make it happen.

For me, writing comes as naturally as thinking, and it's truly one of my favorite pastimes.

❌ What's a trope you will never write?

This is not a surprise to literally anyone who reads my fics, but I will never write smut. That's not a trope as much as it is a genre, but it's the first thing that comes to mind.

fanfic emoji ask game! (besties please ask me more of these I will literally answer all of them)

[serafae]

𝐁 𝐄 𝐅 𝐎 𝐑 𝐄 𝐘 𝐎 𝐔 𝐅 𝐎 𝐋 𝐋 𝐎 𝐖 —

• this blog contains nsfw content intended for mature audiences only. do not read or interact if you are a minor and/or do not have your age somewhere on your blog. for my own safety, ageless blogs and anyone under the age of eighteen will be blocked.

• i mostly write for myself, so my works tend to feature a female reader. that being said, any requests i receive will be written with gender neutral language. the appearance of my reader inserts are never described in an attempt to be as inclusive as possible. everyone should be able to enjoy and see themselves in fanfiction!

• please be sure to read the entirety of this post if you are interested in sending a request. i will cover fandoms, what i do and don't write, and any requirements for sending a request.

𝐅 𝐀 𝐍 𝐃 𝐎 𝐌 𝐒 𝐈 𝐖 𝐑 𝐈 𝐓 𝐄 𝐅 𝐎 𝐑 —

• harry potter: bill weasley, draco malfoy, luna lovegood, neville longbottom, remus lupin, ron weasley, sirius black.

• the hunger games: finnick odair, haymitch abernathy, johanna mason, peeta mellark.

• john wick: caine, john wick.

• marvel cinematic universe: bucky barnes, kate bishop, loki laufeyson, peter parker, steve rogers, vision, wanda maximoff, yelena belova.

• star wars: ahsoka tano, anakin skywalker, bo-katan kryze, cal kestis, cassian andor, din djarin, fennec shand, finn, obi-wan kenobi, poe dameron, rey.

• stranger things: eddie munson, jim hopper, robin buckley, steve harrington.

• supernatural: dean winchester, sam winchester.

𝐖 𝐇 𝐀 𝐓 𝐈 𝐖 𝐈 𝐋 𝐋 𝐖 𝐑 𝐈 𝐓 𝐄 —

• headcanons & drabbles: i will write headcanons for up to three characters per request and drabbles for a single character. everyone defines a drabble differently, so for me it's a short fic of somewhere between 400-700 words.

• reader inserts: i only write reader insert/character relationships. as stated previously, in an effort to be as inclusive as possible they will be written as gender neutral and as plus size and poc friendly.

• pairings: i will happily write a request that pairs the reader up with both male and female characters. i am also open to writing poly pairings, though only for certain characters (ex. wanda/reader/vision).

• genres: angst, fluff, and smut.

𝐖 𝐇 𝐀 𝐓 𝐈 𝐖 𝐎 𝐍 ' 𝐓 𝐖 𝐑 𝐈 𝐓 𝐄 —

• canon/canon: i do not write ship fics. i just don't enjoy it!

• some reader inserts: at this time i do not write male, trans, or asexual reader inserts as i don't feel confident in my ability to do so.

• blacklisted topics: these include a/b/o, abortion/miscarriages, age play/regression, abuse (mental/physical/sexual), bestiality, eating disorders, incest, non-con, pedophilia, self-harm, suicide, yandere, and any fetishes involving bodily fluids/excretions.

[ao3feed--reylo]

The generals darling (yandere!Armitage hux x reader) WIP

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/7oM1LR9

by CannibalCorpse193

The reader and hux are reunited childhood friends who both had a similar life for the most part and were separated in college aka military training but end up meeting again because kylo ren seems to has been dating the heroic lieutenant. As the events of the sequel trilogy happen kylo through the force finds out his soulmate is rey and breaks it off with the reader leaving hux to take them and slowly mold everything around then to make Y/N fall for him and get the thrown he deserves even if he hasn't to somehow murder snoke himself or even team up with kylo ren. In the end is it worth it and will you save him like he has saved you even if your trapped and forced to be his queen/king...even if there's nothing left but him and the first order. Either way your trapped with your new genocidal soulmate who murdered your abusive family for you 🤭❤ so romantic (WIP may change it up a bit give me suggestions if you want it's much appreciated)

Words: 281, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Star Wars Sequel Trilogy

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death, Rape/Non-Con

Categories: Multi

Characters: Ben Solo, Ben Solo | Kylo Ren, Reader, Kylo Ren, Armitage Hux, Rey (Star Wars), Snoke (Star Wars), Phasma (Star Wars), Dopheld Mitaka, Finn (Star Wars), Poe Dameron, Leia Organa, Original First Order Characters (Star Wars), Original Droid Characters (Star Wars), Original Resistance Characters (Star Wars), Millicent the Cat (Star Wars)

Relationships: Armitage Hux/Reader, Armitage Hux & Reader, Armitage Hux/You, Armitage Hux & Millicent the Cat, Armitage Hux & Snoke, Kylo Ren/Rey, Kylo Ren/Reader, Kylo Ren & Reader, Kylo Ren & You, Snoke & Ben Solo | Kylo Ren, Rey & Ben Solo

Additional Tags: Character Death, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Implied/Referenced Torture, Implied/Referenced Cheating, Soulmates, Yandere, Attempted Murder, Murder, Psychological Torture, Torture, Platonic Relationships, Manipulation, Force Mind Reading (Star Wars), Reader-Insert, Genocide, Paranoia, Unhealthy Relationships, Almost Kiss, Romantic Soulmates, Exes, Childhood Sweethearts, Childhood Friends, Childhood Trauma, Near Death Experiences, Manipulative Relationship, Emotional Manipulation, Forced Marriage, Abusive Relationships, Abusive Parents, Force-Sensitive Reader

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/7oM1LR9

[ghostofskywalker]

i originally had made another blog for works of mine that were not reader-insert, but it has been just kind of annoying to keep up with and maintain, so i will be linking this post of my star wars fics that do not feature a reader character on my masterlist for people to read if they wish! All links are for Ao3 :)

Emoji Key:

☀️ - pure fluff

🌧 - pure angst

🌤 - both fluff and angst, but more fluff

🌦 - both fluff and angst, but more angst

🍄 - platonic/no romantic relationship

🌻 - author favorite

My Main Masterlist

Mission Status: Trapped ☀️🍄

pairing: obi-wan kenobi & asajj ventress & hondo ohnaka summary: While on a solo mission for the Jedi, Obi-Wan ends up in a cell with two annoying acquaintances.

Moping Interrupted 🌤🍄

pairing: crosshair & omega summary: Tensions are still running high as Crosshair returns to his brothers, and Omega has a slightly unconventional idea to help him return to his usual self.

How Many ARC Troopers Does It Take To Transport One Sleeping Medic? ☀️🍄

pairing: Echo & Fives & Jesse & Kix summary: When Jesse finds Kix fast asleep out in the storage closet next to the medbay, he recruits Fives and Echo to help him get the medic somewhere a little more comfortable.

Perpetual Uncertainty 🌧🍄🌻

pairing: tech & the bad batch event: haunted clone week summary: After escaping the clutches of the Empire, Tech sets off to find his brothers, and he stumbles across a place that he had only ever read about before, where the threads of life and death seem to intertwine more than usual.

Under a Gleaming Night Sky 🌦🍄

pairing: rey & poe dameron summary: Deep conversations in the middle of the night leave Rey with a lot to consider about her new life.

A New Roommate ☀️

pairing: anakin skywalker/padmé amidala (background) summary: While on her way home from the Senate one evening, a sickly tooka kitten decides to follow Padmé home. She falls in love with it almost immediately.

Secrets to Keep ☀️

pairing: rex & anakin skywalker, rex & fox, anakin skywalker/padmé amidala (background) summary: When Rex overhears some vode at 79's talking about the rumors surrounding his general, he doesn't think anything of it. He could have never expected that a few days later he'd be a keeper of one of Anakin's biggest secrets.

Adventures in Youngling-Sitting ☀️🍄

pairing: fives & echo summary: While on leave, Fives and Echo do some youngling-sitting for the Jedi Order.

[fluffyprettykitty]

Summer sleepover

running from august 21st to august 23rd

We are celebrating life & anything good in it ☺️ and the reward is a drabble sleepover! Ilysm all and sending good and summery vibes of peace of love to you all year round!

As I had promised in the past we will use the same format as the 1.8 wlw sleepover to help me write my drabbles! What will you do is mix and match a character or several with one or several of the following categories provided.

⋆ Polyamorous ships are always encouraged. No platonic or daughter! reader though.

⋆ Darker themes are welcomed to my discretion. Check my requests page for what I'm comfortable with.

⋆ Please only use a character from the ones already provided. The same goes for all the categories.

⋆ I will either turn them into blurbs or drabbles depending on my inspiration but you can suggest to me what it should be.

⋆ I will do female reader for smut prompts and gender-neutral for fluff prompts. All will be written vague and over 21.

⋆ You can request up to three times.

⋆ You have to be strictly 18+ to participate.

⋆ The time frame is reserved for requests, I will write them and publish them as I see fit aka I don't want to post too much.

characters: Jack Russell, Cassian Andor, Poe Dameron, Luke Cage, Jessica Jones, Frank Castle, Billy Russo, Thor Odinson, Gamora, Brock Rumlow, Layla El Faouly, Elektra Natchios, Bruce Banner, Marc Spector, Brunnhilde, Yelena Belova, Monica Rambeau, Tony Stark, Natasha Romanoff, Joaquin Torres, Bucky Barnes, Sam Wilson, Jane Foster, Kate Bishop.

aus: apocalypse, bakery, book store, brothel, celebrity, clone, detective, ghost, restaurant, porn star, tutor, maid, mechanic, mermaid, neighbor, stripper, yandere, werewolf, vampire.

kinks: latex, breath play, cockwarming, phone sex, gloves, choking, strip tease, uniform/suit, deep throating, titty fucking, squirting, dirty talk, sex toys, accidental stimulation, collaring, shower, sensory deprivation, somnophilia, lingerie, object insertion, lap dance, period sex, lactation, temperature play, edging, spanking, exhibitionism, handcuffs, clothes on, moresomes.

date ideas: day trip, road trip, library, museum, restaurant, camping, beach, drinks/bar, concert, walking, sightseeing, boat ride, dancing, spa, errands, mattress shopping, shopping spree, cinema, coffee, abandoned places, photoshoot.

domestic situations: trying new recipes, competitive games, painting nails, reading, cuddling, clothes shopping, packing for a trip, laundry, saying goodbye at the door, repairing things, changing bedsheets, exercising together, ordering takeout, bathing a pet, falling asleep, waking them up, complaining about family, movie nights, doing dishes.

☆ Just combine as many as you want however you see fit! And of course, when it comes to domestic situations and date ideas you can think of other things or be more specific on one situation! ☆

No pressure tagging: @that-sarcastic-writer, @tarrenterror25, @stargirlfics, @bvckysmoon @aphrogeneias @inklore @alohastyles-x @moonlight-prose @sunflowersteves @flordeamatista @e-dubbc11 @saradika @tom-whore-dleston

[foreverindreamlandd]

hi fren happy sunday :)

💖 What made you start writing?

happy sunday buddy! hope you had a good day <3

Ohhhhh I love this question! I don't know if I've ever talked about it or explained it so let me try lol.

Two years ago, I had very little understanding of fanfic. I never read it growing up, and never knew that something like "reader insert" fics existed.

Lil ole angsty pre-teen/teen/adult me though LOVED coming up with scenarios or stories of myself and whatever fictional character I was obsessing over at the time (Legolas, Angel from Buffy, Steve Rogers, Poe Dameron, and many, many more lol). When I started reading fanfic two years ago I was DEEP into a new Bucky phase, and I was driving one day thinking of one of the many Bucky x Col scenarios in my head when I was like....why....why don't I write this down?? And maybe post it???? And then I never really stopped lmao.

Fanfic Writer Asks!

[ao3feed-janefoster]

Call for Requests | Fanfictions

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/wOPUf0C

by CatchYouInTheRye

I want to write more for direct requests I get, since they often drive me in a new direction - which is exciting. It can be any situation you imagine, certain smutty stuff etc. etc. All is welcome!

Words: 110, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: House M.D., Star Wars - All Media Types, Criminal Minds (US TV), Detroit: Become Human (Video Game), NCIS, White Noise (2022), Marriage Story (2019), BlacKkKlansman (2018), Marvel Cinematic Universe, Fire Emblem Series

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/F, F/M, Gen, M/M, Multi, Other

Characters: Loki (Marvel), Thor (Marvel), Jane Foster (Marvel), Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Steven Grant (Marvel), Bruce Banner, Wanda Maximoff, James "Bucky" Barnes, Steve Rogers, Aaron Hotchner, Spencer Reid, Emily Prentiss, Jennifer "JJ" Jareau, Jason Gideon, Luke Alvez (Criminal Minds), Anakin Skywalker, Padmé Amidala, Luke Skywalker, Leia Organa, Rey (Star Wars), Finn (Star Wars), Poe Dameron, Kylo Ren, Ben Solo, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Din Djarin, Jethro Gibbs, Anthony DiNozzo, Ziva David, Timothy McGee, Abby Sciuto, Gregory House, Lisa Cuddy, James Wilson (House M.D.), Allison Cameron, Robert Chase, Eric Foreman (House M.D.), Connor (Detroit: Become Human), Upgraded Connor | RK900, Flip Zimmerman, Charlie Barber, Jack Gladney

Relationships: Loki (Marvel)/Reader, Thor (Marvel)/Reader, Jane Foster (Marvel)/Reader, Natasha Romanov (Marvel)/Reader, Stephen Strange/Reader, Aaron Hotchner/Reader, Spencer Reid/Reader, Emily Prentiss/Reader, Jennifer "JJ" Jareau/Reader, Anakin Skywalker/Reader, Obi-Wan Kenobi/Reader, Padmé Amidala/Reader, Jethro Gibbs/Reader, Anthony DiNozzo/Reader, Greg House/Reader, James Wilson (House M.D.)/Reader, Upgraded Connor | RK900/Reader, Charlie Barber/Reader, Flip Zimmerman/You, Wanda Maximoff/Reader, James "Bucky" Barnes/Reader

Additional Tags: Reader-Insert, One Shot Collection

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/wOPUf0C

[melodygatesauthor]

Working through my reading list FINALLY. Gonna try to read at least ONE fic a day until I clear it out haha.

Anyone wanna drop their faves that they’ve written, a friend has written or that their favorite ff author has written?

I will read anything with Kylo Ren, Poe Dameron, Santiago Garcia, Benny Miller, Marc Spector, Jake Lockley, Steven Grant, Blue Jones, Kapkan (Rainbow Six Siege)

I prefer f!Reader insert but will read other things if they pique my interest!

Looking forward to reading some cool fics 😍