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You’re an engineer, stationed at Starkiller. You’re desperate for recognition in your career, but issues with your assignment (spoiler alert: it’s the Command Shuttle) end up making you the clean-up crew, instead. Your annoyance with Kylo Ren lands you into some hot water. How many messes is he going to make you responsible for?

You are a new Handmaid, your first assignment is at the home of Commander Kylo Ren. His Wife hates you. And you wished he did, too. It'd make it much easier to ignore the way he looks at you, the way he speaks to you, when she isn't there. But the hardest thing to ignore is the way he touches you.

The boys don't do well with being controlled, but for their group, they'll bite their tongue and put on a smile for management. Yet when you, a new little rookie, stumble upon them, they're like a pack of hungry wolves. Or, the boys are all Doms and they want you to be their perfect little sub.

You’re a Lieutenant, stationed on Orinda. You’re content with your trustworthy crew, but issues with a certain ship (spoiler alert: it’s the TIE silencer) end up trapping you on the Steadfast, instead. Your relationship with Kylo Ren isn't how you left it. How many more messes can you stand to clean?

Boba Fett wants kids, but he doesn't need a wife. Enter you: a servant in the palace willing to carry his children in a strange relationship that he insists is not romantic and never will be.

You babysit Steve's son, who tells you that his dad has a crush on you. Later, Steve catches you fingerfucking yourself on his couch.

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐃𝐚𝐛𝐢 & 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐇𝐚𝐰𝐤𝐬. 𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲'𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐦 :)＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚COMPLETED˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊ ♡

And these strapping men have a lot of cream filling to give. A series of unconnected one-shots where you get it on with some of America's finest and get filled in a rather unprotected way. From normal to ABO to Monster AU, most requests will be filled here! Warning: Contains Jack x Female Reader content!!

You have your eyes closed. Even if you had them open, you would see nothing. True, it is the middle of the night, and the stars are shining brightly and the moon is still hovering above the horizon, but not for long. You are not in the dungeons either. You had been released after that heated interrogation by King Thranduil himself. The true reason, why all you can see is darkness, is the blindfold wrapped tightly around your eyes. Your sight is not the only thing restrained. Your hands are bound above your head with satin strips tied to the headboard. The cushions supporting the upper part of your body serve to let you feel comfortable, the silk sheets underneath you cooling down your heated body. Yet your breath is ragged, your lungs already burning with exertion.

Premise: An actor-turned-photographer uses his most famous character to locate models for a photography project that will document a BDSM scene. (This is a STORY, not a set of pictures; the story is ABOUT the pictures that will be taken, and no photos are included.) Written in the second person so that any reader can imagine herself in the role of model/bottom. (This is my first time writing in the second person, so this is decidedly an experiment. It's also my first time writing Actor RPF, so I guess the story can be considered experimental all the way around. :-D) There's no sex in this story, because that's a line I won't cross when writing about real people, especially since the person in question is reported to be happily married. Not saying that people who DO write about sex with real people are bad, just that that's where my own personal line is.