#letoatreiides is BACK

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👀 See you bringing sexy back with your old url

Excellent choice 👌

Feels good, feels right.

Like I’m back and better than ever. This has been too long of a wait.

#letoatreiides is BACK #abelmorales 👀

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It’s Mar again.

Are we going to see more Finn in the series? Also, it seems like Finn and Lita get along well

Perhaps........ I’m thinking of doing a chapter where Kylo’s family visits the house (it will be a disaster) or maybe a FinnRey wedding

But yes I wanted Finn and Lita to get along because she genuinely does like him even if she hates Rey

Maybe we’ll get to see him sit outside with Lita while she smokes and Kylo argues with his sister inside

#lita talks #asks #letoatreiides #shatter #haunted house au #there’s also part of me saying to Dispatch Rey in some manner but I’m pushing it back. it is Tempting though

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red // joaquin x gn!reader

for @xbuchananbarnes I hope you like this boo, it’s different from my usual writing style but I found myself enjoying it

Red was the color of the sweater he wore on your first date. The touch too large fit calling to you, to feel its warmth.

It was the way his touch started a fire in you as the two of you made out in the back of his mom’s car, even though you’d both agreed to take things slow.

It was the way your eyes filled with tears as he told you about his plans to sign up for the Air Force. The way his hands reached for yours, his lips whispered promises of staying together forever.

It was the way his eyes lit up only to dim straight away at hearing how you got into a college on the opposite coast.

It was watching the hungry eyes that seemed to follow him when the two of you were out on a date, the way he turned his head and smiled a peculiar smile only to say “They’re a friend.”

It was the way that particular red sweater’s smell changed and no longer beckoned for you to be the recipient of its warmth.

It was the smudge of lipstick hidden under his collar, the one he clearly missed before meeting you for dinner.

It was the way you closed the door in his face, your heartbeat drumming in your ears as you felt it start to crack.

It was the way you knew he was watching from afar, wearing that sweater, as you caught your first flight to college.

It was hearing all his promotions and wanting him to know that you were proud.

It was finding an apartment right after graduating and realizing it's the one he used to tell you about as you watched the sun set.

It was meeting his eyes across a busy street even though you forced yourself to ignore the faces of anyone in uniform, knowing that he was just as alone as you.

It was your finger hovering over his phone number, questioning every little thing, before putting your phone down once again and drowning your sorrows in whatever you could find.

It was seeing him across the room after a small reunion/get together and for once wishing that you were wrapped up in him instead of watching.

It was finding a single rose with an I’m sorry sitting on your doorstep as you got home after a busy day from work.

It was learning to forgive, but not forget, as you found those eyes sitting across from you at a busy cafe.

It was the hesitation that came with the question, the guilt and the pain so clearly etched on his face, the apology ready to be released as he said, “Could we try again?”

It was the late night conversations under neon pizza signs and building doorways, the way he’d drop you off at your door without even considering staying for the night.

It was the way his lips still knew which buttons to press and which marks to make, and how he’d still pull away and ask “Are you sure?”

It was the color of the small scars over his body, the ones that you loved to shower with your lips when he slept, the ones that he only ever showed to you.

It was the way he would smile at you as he woke up with you still in bed next to him, reach out to you and hold you so tenderly.

It was the split lip and black eye that worried you as he called after a particularly rough mission.

It was him falling into your arms, letting you take care of him, even if all he wanted to do was close off his walls.

It was the way he’d remind anyone who approached that he was very happily taken, the way he saw the doubt and insecurity bubble up and make sure to take extra care that night in showering you with his love.

It was the color of the ring box that he thought he had left hidden away in his sock drawer after sending a picture to Sam and Bucky only for it to be sitting on the drawer top as plain as day as you stepped out of the shower.

It was the way he asked you, catching you looking at the box almost dumbfounded, trying to find a way to fix it only to realize you’d already put the ring on- he just needed to actually ask the question.

It was the color of his eyes as he watched you walk down the aisle, the way he whispered into your ear much like when you were younger only this time you knew his words were certain, the way he promised himself he wouldn’t let you walk out of his life again.

It was the adoration he had in his eyes the moment he’d wake up with you in bed next to him, and only grew as the day went on.

It was the way he spoke about you to anyone who would listen, even if you were meters away, the way he’d smile, his fascination for you bleeding through his words as he pointed at you and said, “That’s my partner.”

It was the color of the mark you left on his skin knowing you wouldn’t have him next to you when the sun greeted you in the morning, and how he’d carry that with him even after it no longer showed.

It was the way he’d hold you as time went on and remind you of your beauty even when you didn’t quite believe it yourself, the way he’d say I love you every morning and still make it sound like he was saying it for the first time.

Red was the way he loved you, even when you were gone.

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Joaquin Torres: @pascalpanic @letoatreiides @booksmusicteaandanimals @cooluncleboba @autumnleaves1991-reads @marvelouss-marvel @mischiefmanaged71 @the-and-sign-anon @Barzal-Burakovsky @young-romanoff @xoxabs88xox @xbuchananbarnes @parkjammys @hoennislands @iamthebeth

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chapter 1

Hello my boos!! Here’s the next chapter of my choose your own adventure fic!! Just like the prologue, the scenarios you have to vote on will be at the end… ENJOY

The only thing that surrounded you was his voice. Even with the way your whole being went into autopilot, trying to figure out where the call originated from and searching for Sam, it was only his words that filled you with the strength to even move.

By now his words were seared into you, worming their way into your heart and your mind, and yet playing the message on repeat almost made you believe that Joaquin was still very much there with you.

The warmth, the sweetness, for some reason reminded you of his eyes, especially when the two of you first met.

You laughed out as Bucky continued to drag you down the hallway, “James,” you squeeked, “Where are we even going?”

“You’ll see kid,” he looked back as he pulled you with him, to the point where you ran into his back when he suddenly stopped in front of an apartment door, “I have a feeling you’ll like this.”

Just standing out there, you knew what it was, “James,” you poured slightly, “I don’t need a new place-“

A single ice cold, yet playful, stare sent your way shut you up, and as you sighed softly, Bucky opened the door for you.

“I have a feeling you’ll like it,” James started as you walked in, “And besides it’s not like you’d be living by yourself-“

The world seemed to dissipate once you saw him.

You’d seen him before, the soldier that Sam took under his wing, quite literally some times. But now seeing the two of them stand at the other side of the apartment you weren’t sure if you wanted to punch Bucky and then proceed to walk out the door or stay a little longer and see what those two cooked up.

“There you are!” Sam proceeded to bring you in for one of his usual bear hugs, “Was Grandpa here the reason it took the two of you so long?”

You chuckled and sent a soft stare at Bucky before shaking your head and stopping any argument between those two before it even started, “For once, it was all me, Sammy. So, what exactly am I doing here?”

The vibrations running up your arm brought you back to the present. With a sigh of relief you found Sam finally calling you back, only to be filled with worry when you got a good look at him on your screen.

Your voice became soft, “Sammy? What happened?”

Sam wasn’t sure if it was your eyes or how for once your voice had quieted to a whisper instead of steeling itself that scared him even more. You were good at your job, always able to separate your emotions from doing the job, but now- well how could you?

“It was an ambush,” he started slowly, “we got separated pretty quickly and from what I could tell Torres had tried to get himself to a safe spot before fighting back, but-“ the pain radiated throughout his face clearly as he breathed in just a bit deeper, “I’m so sorry-“

You shook your head, not bothering to trust your voice at the moment.

You heard another deep breath come from your phone, saw another painful face, before Sam continued, “They got him, and the second they did- well they left. For once,” Sam paused, almost unsure if he should say his next words, “I think Torres was their target.”

Any professionalism that you felt you had quickly disappeared and Sam could only watch as you broke. He was terrified, only being able to watch the way you begged, to anyone really, that what Sam said wasn’t true.

“No, no… not Joaco,” your voice breaking every couple of syllables. It was so soft, a whimper, that Sam upped the volume on his phone to be able to listen to you properly as you disappeared off the screen.

Then, “NO!”

The previous night hit you like a brick wall. It was real- all of it.

You laughed softly as Joaquin continued to tell his story. It was starting to get pretty late but not too late, as you took another sip from your drink. Joaquin had pulled out the aguardiente from where it sat in one of the shelves you usually never used. Only as the heat ran down your throat and filled your stomach, you realized that wasn’t what made you feel drunk.

Your eyes drifted down. You were practically in his lap by now, even with all the other space available around you. His brown eyes watched yours, only to somehow beckon you to meet them.

It was his eyes.

They called to you, they always did.

The silence was strong, but the calling was even stronger.

Your hands reached him first, moving as if they were detached from your body. They ran up and down his chest, your eyes following them, then reaching up to his shoulders where they stayed just for a couple of seconds.

His hands were now on you too, just waiting for yours to move once again. They seemed to move together with yours, interjoined even if they weren’t touching.

Your eyes finally reached his. The way they called to you prompting you closer and closer.

His breath mixed in with yours. His scent filling your being, and bringing you a warmth that no alcoholic drink ever could. He was so-

Any warmth that you had disappeared, leaving you with a cold that made your bones ache and your body tremble.

“We have to-“ you started rapidly as your mind worked in hyperdrive now, “There must be something from the message- but if not there’s the- and the-“

Sam called to you, repeatedly, but not a single ounce of annoyance or frustration in his voice, “I need you to breathe, and then repeat your thoughts, slowly.”

Nodding your head you started again, “I need any device history you can get me, and also all the geographic info from the area the two of you went to. You know what, send me the whole file actually, especially photographs, I need photographs.”

There was something about seeing you so focused, so energized, that made Sam want to smile, or maybe cry from happiness, so with a single nod Sam got to work on your assignment for him.

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VOTE:

scenario #1: reader continues on this path

scenario #2: Joaquin is able to send reader a message (a la Natasha in Age of Ultron)

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chapter 7

Right so I really hope you all enjoy this one especially since nobody has betaread it yet…. I really have no scenarios for you to vote and honestly I LOVE reading your thoughts on what should happen next so please please please GIMME YOUR THOUGHTS 💛

His eyes remained stuck on your lips as he waited for your response. You were close to panting now from how quickly your chest moved, swallowing every couple of seconds- almost as if you were swallowing down your next words. And then his eyes shifted up, finally realizing that your eyes weren’t pointed towards his face but towards his lips.

Your voice came out in a rough whisper as you spoke, “I really want to kiss you. Even if it’s just to test- just to test how we really feel.”

Joaquin nodded his head, “Ok. Do you want to get off the counter though or…”

You surged forward as he spoke but stopped just before your lips touched his. If either you moved even a centimeter that would be it, but either way you waited.

You felt the hand on your face slowly move back, until he seemed to hold you by the base of your skull. Your eyes fluttered open as you stared at him.

“Are you sure?” His need for consent started a fire in you.

All you did was nod your head, not trusting your voice to hide that fire.

You let him take the next step. His lips just touched yours before you both started to move with a slow burning intensity.

It was as if he was pouring himself into you, trying to fill you up with himself, but then again you were doing the same.

The fire seemed to burn throughout your whole body, just as his lips continued to seek out yours.

Your lips finally separated only when your lungs started to scream for air, their gasping becoming too much for you to handle. But either way you kept your contact with Joaquin, your forehead resting against his.

At first it was your pants that filled the air and then you slowly started to chuckle as you tried to shift forward without separating from him.

“What are you doing?” His eyes remained closed as his hands made it to your hips.

“My ass hurts from being on this counter for too long,” Joaquin’s chuckle brought a smile to your face, “and- and we should talk.”

He finally stepped away slightly, giving you enough space as you slid off the counter. His hands rested on your hips the whole way, not even bothering to leave once your feet touched the ground.

You looked at him… really looked at him, as you said your next words, “I love you.”

Your smile grew at the way his eyes lit up and continued to grow as you continued to speak, “I love you so much.”

He pulled you into him, your hands finding purchase in his hair as he spoke, “Te amo con todo mi alma.” I love you with all my soul

Your eyes lit up in response, and Joaquin wished to only ever get that reaction from you. Then you both were hit with the reality of this situation.

“Joaquin?” You whispered softly, unsure of how to continue yet he knew what you were referring to.

His hands seemed to tighten around you, “I don’t ever want to let you go again, not the way I must have done that morning…. But maybe, maybe we should wait until I-“

“I’ll wait. I’m just happy knowing how you feel about me.”

“So am I.”

——

The two of you walked hand in hand to a cafe the two of you had been known to frequent. From the way you acted, any passerby would think that you were dating, but this wasn’t a date… merely a getting to know you.

His hand slips out of your grasp only to pull you into his chest just as a large group of people decide to pass. Yet even when they are gone, you can’t help but to stay like that, finding comfort being wrapped up in Joaquin’s arms.

Hot puffs of air hit your ear as he leans in to ask you something, even if the closeness is not exactly needed, “Did we come here a lot?”

Your attention becomes focused on the way your hands trail up his chest and to his shoulders, your fingers playing with the strands of hair that happen to reach down that long, “Ya, we did. Once a week at least.”

You can feel the way his body tenses as he seems to search for any memory of these outings with you, “We can go somewhere else though. We don’t have to go here.”

The hot air once again hits your ear, causing the warmth in your body to grow, “No, no. I want to go here.”

You nod. And finding the strength you push yourself away from his chest, and lead the two of you to the cafe.

——

You still don’t know how, but he convinced you. He convinced you to spend the night with him in his bed. The two of you wrapped up in each other’s arms much like that drunken night, only this time entirely conscious of your movements.

You started to draw doodles on his chest as your conversation about the cafe you’d visited had slowly come to an end.

“They talked about you,” his voice was empty, “they would show me pictures of you that they’d taken, they had someone following you, and then-“ his voice cracked.

You merely continued your doodles and waited. Waited for him to look down at you and know that you wouldn’t push him.

“There was so much pain. I would black out a lot and then they’d wait until I woke up again to continue. And the whole time-“ his hold on you tightened, “the whole time I thought of you.”

His voice became softer, “You’re the reason I lived.”

There were unshed tears in your eyes, but you wouldn’t let them fall- couldn’t. Not when you felt Joaquin’s chest start to tremble, and the sharp breath he took in as he tried to stop himself.

He’d become pliant, letting you roll the two of you around so that now you were the one holding him, grounding him as his brain relived those memories that he still had.

He hid his face in the crook of your neck, his arms tightening their hold on you, as if he had to reassure himself that this was real, that you were real.

Your fingers started to either run up and down his spine or go through his hair, “I’m here,” you paused calming yourself enough so that your voice wouldn’t crack, “You’re safe now.”

His whole body shook, “I have you. You’re safe now, Joaquin.”

You weren’t sure for how long this one but eventually you felt it stop, felt the hot air hitting your neck slow down as Joaquin started to go to sleep. And you let him, even if the position you were in might make your body sore in the morning, you stayed just like that.

So tired yourself you hadn’t even realized what you were doing when you brought your lips to his neck, just resting then there for a while, feeling his pulse, letting it ground you. The words were on the tip of your tongue, the words you’d been dying to repeat since you said them for the first time, but you stayed silent and let yourself fall into the murky waters of sleep.

——

His soft fingers tracing your face woke you up. A smile automatically greeting you as you stared up at him.

“Morning,” you whispered, letting your own fingers roam throughout his hair and neck and chest.

He leaned down slightly so that his lips were right next to your ear, “Buenos dias.” You bit your bottom lip and watched as a smirk grew on his face. He knew exactly what he was doing to you.

“You’re making this really hard mister,” you rolled so that you were now on top.

His hands immediately went to your hips, keeping you in place, “And what am I making so difficult?”

You leaned forward just like he did, “Not being able to kiss you, cause trust me I do.”

Sitting back up, you rested your hands on your chest, feeling the way his heart seemed to quicken under you and how he suddenly looked more flushed. You were the one to smirk now. Only for it to suddenly turn into a soft smile as you saw the adoration in Joaquin’s eyes.

He brought his body up so that you were now chest to chest. Just resting there as the two of you calmed down from your teasing.

“Did we ever go to a farmer’s market?”

You looked at him, the joy of hearing his question so plainly written on your face, “Ya we did. It’s actually open today, why?”

“I think my dream last night was a memory. If you dragging me around this market, introducing me to a ton of vendors,” you nodded your head, “I supposedly bought you flowers.”

“You did,” your smile turned softer as you remembered that day, “and they were so beautiful. They lasted about a week, so somehow you found the vendor’s flower store and would go get flowers from there whenever the market wasn’t going on,” you giggled softly as you said your next words, “I always wanted to kiss you whenever you brought them.”

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Joaquin Torres: @pascalpanic @letoatreiides @booksmusicteaandanimals @cooluncleboba @autumnleaves1991-reads @marvelouss-marvel @mischiefmanaged71 @the-and-sign-anon @Barzal-Burakovsky @young-romanoff @xoxabs88xox @xbuchananbarnes

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green // din djarin x gn!reader

so I could have sworn that I had more than one green request for din but I can’t find it in my inbox or as a comment on the post I’d made so I guess y’all just get another din fic… and to make up for the one I just posted before this, this ones all soft and fluffy

His fingers continued to caress the fabric in his hand as his eyes drifted over to where you and Grogu were standing. It had been a long while since he took off his helmet and kept it off yet every single time his eyes landed on you it was as if he was really seeing you for the first time.

The way the sun washed over your body as you played a game with the child in your arms, the way the smile on your face would just grow the second your eyes met Din’s. To him it was a blessing, a blessing to be graced by your very presence and to be allowed to revel in it.

His younger self probably wouldn’t believe that he gave himself the permission to remove his armor, to open himself up to you in a way nobody else had seen, and to remain open to the rest of the world. But yet here he stood, his fingers relishing in the softness of the fabric which remained twisted under his hold, watching as you approached him.

He felt his whole body soften as you stood in front of him, Grogu now asleep in your arms, and he knew from the way your eyes watched him that you knew. Knew the impact you had on him, the way you broke down his walls.

No words were really shared as you found yourself being softly pulled into Din’s lap. Your body melding into his with ease, almost as if they were two puzzle pieces coming together. And yet some of the fabric under him was still held in the right grip of his fingers even though the rest of him was completely at ease.

The sun had now started to set, the golden light slowly turning into an orange haze in front of you, but your eyes remained focused on Din.

“I love you,” the words left your lips as if they were a simple comment. Automatically, Din’s lips started to turn upwards, and his fingers finally released the green fabric under him and made their way to you. Pulling you forward and forward until your forehead rested against his.

He didn’t need to say them back, not with the way his eyes shone for only you. One day maybe he’d say them back with as much ease, but for now he’ll take this.

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chapter 8

This. Is. It. I decided to make this THE LAST CHAPTER of my choose your own adventure fic! I hope you’ve all enjoyed the ride and keep an eye out at the end of this chapter for a little question… 😉

For the first time since the whole incident, Joaquin was the one dragging you around for the day. He wasn’t quite sure how it had come to this, but something about having that memory locked in his mind made him feel secure in what he was doing. Yet as the two of you walked inside the market you couldn’t help but chuckle at the amazement in Joaquin’s eyes, just like the first time the two of you had gone.

There was so much to do, to see, and yet he led you through the organized chaos with ease. He looked to you, his eyes carrying that look that before you never would have fully understood, to now knowing it to be love.

“You said you wanted to get some things for dinner tonight,” you nodded in response, “So how about you go get them, while I walk around, see what memories I can jog?”

You nodded again. And then after having turned around to leave, he turned to you, walked up to you and kissed you. A simple peck, one that partners would give one another when they would go their separate ways and yet it felt so much more. He leaned his forehead on yours just for a couple of seconds, breathing in your essence, “I’ll see you in a bit.” And then he was gone.

He kissed you. He kissed you and you stood there shocked. You shook yourself out of your stupor and went off to get what you needed, deciding that when he came back, you’d make sure to be the one to initiate the kiss this time.

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Joaquin’s legs seemed to carry him off confidently, as he looked around, for what he wasn’t sure. Then it came to him, the simple comment you’d made about the flowers he’d gotten you that day, and he smiled.

Without thought, his body rounded a corner and glided through the oncoming swarm of people before stopping cautiously in front of a stall. His head turned up, in hope of recognizing the sign, only to hear his name be called by an unfamiliar voice. He tilted his head down to find the owner waving at him, “I was worried you hadn’t heard me.”

Joaquin approached cautiously, hoping that his brain could stir up the owner’s name in all of its jumbled mess. But when nothing popped up he merely continued forward, hoping the owner would think nothing of it.

“I heard you were in a bit of an accident, I hope everything’s okay.”

Of course you’d mentioned it, this must have been when he was still in Louisiana.

He smiled at the owner, “I’m doing a lot better, thanks. I was hoping to get some flowers…”

“I figured that’s why you’d stopped here,” the man turned, beckoning Joaquin as he did so, “You know that roommate of yours stopped by a while back to get a bouquet, but I could tell it didn’t feel the same way as if getting them from you.”

Joaquin felt his whole body warm up at the mention of you, his eyes suddenly diverting themselves instead of looking in the owner’s direction. He felt the owner watching him with an inquisitive stare and then, “Oh! The two of you finally took the plunge,” Joaquin looked at him and sheepishly nodded his head as a smile grew on his face, “I’m really happy to hear that. Now,” he turned to his display of flowers, “What are you in the mood for?”

——

You felt a pair of eyes on you as you headed back to where you and Joaquin had gone your separate ways. You knew it was him though, who else could still make you feel so safe and secure from a distance. Your eyes met his, first taking in the look of love in them and then the flowers in his hand. Your whole body seemed to brighten at the sight of them.

Did he know that they were the exact same flowers that he gave you the first time you brought him here? The ones that made you really come to terms with your feelings for him?

You got closer to one another, taking in one another’s presence, until you were within arm’s reach. Your hands cupped his face, neither saying a word as you enjoyed the touch. And then you pulled him close, letting your lips enjoy the contact they got with his.

His free hand wrapped around your waist, pulling you even closer until it became hard to discern where you ended and he started. You finally let Joaquin pull away when your chest started to burn, not even bothering to hide your eagerness as your lips went to chase his.

“I love the flowers,” you whispered as your forehead rested against his, “Thank you.”

He dropped a kiss on your forehead before settling the two of you down on one of the picnic tables, “Anything for you.”

The two of you chatted about everything and anything until the crowds thinned and the market started to close. It was such a simple day and yet you felt like Joaquin enjoyed it more than any other day since he came back to you.

——

Once again the two of you were wrapped up in each other’s touch. Accompanied only by the moon and the stars, you realized you never wanted to leave this moment. At this point you didn’t care if he got all his memories back, you still had him either way.

Your eyes drifted over to his face only to find him staring.

“Stop staring,” you whispered, still letting your fingers trace over his arms and chest.

You felt his body vibrate under you as he laughed softly, “I’m not staring.”

“Then what are you doing?”

His hands drifted to your hips and pulled you in even closer, “Admiring.”

You opened your mouth, the words begging to be said before you merely closed your mouth and hummed.

“What were you going to say?”

You shook your head, “Nothing.”

Joaquin sat up, peering down at you still laying down, “You were going to say something, what was it?”

You sighed and sat up next to him, letting your hand cup his face, “It was nothing Joaco, really.”

“Don’t do that to me.”

You stared at him, “Do what?”

“Close yourself off. You’ve been wanting to tell me something, but you keep on stopping yourself.”

You sighed again and dropped your head letting it rest in the crook of Joaquin’s neck, “I love you.”

Your voice was muffled as you spoke those words, but he knew, “I love you too.”

You pulled away slightly, now grabbing his face with both hands, “No, you don’t get it. I love you-“ Joaquin went to speak as you pressed a finger to his lips shushing him, “I don’t need you to remember everything about our past, because I love you for who you are, scars and all.”

For once Joaquin was voiceless. Only his lips could show you what he meant to say.

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Do we want an epilogue?

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NSFW Headcanons you say?

Just this: Big Dick Hux 😏

PLEASE I’ve been thinking about Big Dick Hux all day! Here’s some Empress AU content from pre-Empire when Lita and Armitage were first being intimate with one another (also this ended up a bit longer than originally planned. And this was inspired by the fact that I just took a bath)

Warnings for nudity and slight negative self thoughts

He was nervous. They both were as they stood in the refresher. The bath made a pleasant steam, making the air hazy and scented of flowers from distant planets neither of them had seen yet. Armitage pulled his black robe tighter around his torso. He was afraid Lita wouldn’t be interested in him anymore if she saw him nude. That he’d never compare to any of her past partners. He hoped she still liked him after this. Gods, she was gorgeous. How had she chosen him of all people? Especially when she already had Kylo.

Lita dropped her robe suddenly, letting the dark red silk pool at her feet before climbing into the tub. Armitage’s breath caught in his throat when he saw the expanse of her back revealed. So much skin that would soon be pressed up against his own. All for him to touch and marvel at. When he undressed. Hux was pulled from his thoughts by Lita sighing as she settled in the hot water. She was sore from being on her feet constantly and doing rounds with Brendol. They’d worked two double shifts this week.

“Your father’s been working me too hard.” Lita noticed Armitage’s pause to join her. His white knuckled grip on the robe as he debated whether he should or shouldn’t take it off. “Darling, you can undress and get in. I won’t hurt you.” He relaxed a bit, just enough to release the robe before reaching for the tie. Lita looked up at Armitage, eyes full of pure adoration for him. He was stunning to her. The look in her eyes was the final push he needed. Hux hurriedly untied his robe and went to hang it on the hook on the wall, grabbing Lita’s to take with him. She’d stopped paying attention momentarily until he came to stand by the tub again.

Dear gods. Lita was shocked by what she saw. Not in a bad way, of course. Armitage was large. Of course, Lita had been with Kylo for years and thus far, he’d had the largest cock she’d ever seen. But Armitage was bigger than Kylo. They were about equal in girth but he was longer. She could feel a familiar heat pooling in her lower abdomen at just the sight of him. Armitage climbed into the bath, settling in behind Lita, who rested between his legs. His dick pressed against her lower back while she leaned her head back against his shoulder. They both tried relaxing, but that was hard when this was the first time they’d ever been nude together and they were both so flustered just at the feeling of one another. They couldn’t wait to actually see what sex was like.

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chapter 5

Here we go my boos, what youve all been waiting for….

But this time we are doing something a bit different, there will be no scenarios for you to vote for instead YOU tell me what you think should happen next. ENJOY

You wiggled your toes as the cold Pacific Ocean water slowly waved over them. By now they were practically frozen, yet you made no motion to move. Alone in your thoughts, accompanied only by the crashing waves and the changing colors above you.

You’d finally made it. Your body was tired, and your stomach growled, but as you watched the last bit of golden light slip past the horizon, you smiled.

A buzz in your pocket finally forced you to look away.

James.

You laughed softly, by now you shouldn’t be surprised by his check in calls, “Hey Buck.”

“Did you make it to the West Coast?”

He could hear the smile grow on your face as you spoke, “Ya, I did. It’s beautiful.”

“That’s good to hear,” his eyes drifted to the door that hid Joaquin from his view.

“How’s everyone over there?”

Everyone. You’d stopped asking about him directly the day Bucky arrived at Sarah’s. He continued to stare at the door.

“James?”

“We-we’re doing alright. Better.”

A silence grew between you, just as you held back every question you’d been dying to ask, Buck held back every answer he wanted to give you.

Joaquin opened the door, and stared at him questioningly, before heading to the kitchen. Bucky couldn’t help but clear his throat as he passed, “So what are you going to do now?”

You hesitated, what exactly was your plan… “I don’t know. Stay for a couple days,” your voice tapered out, “I’m not- I’m not really sure.”

——

For once the sun didn’t glare in Joaquin’s face as he woke up. Instead as he groggily opened his eyes, he found the room he stayed in filled with a golden haze.

A flash of a memory ran through his mind. Him waking up in his bed, holding someone tight, wanting to stay there forever.

He could feel the want slipping away from him, sliding out of his fingers no matter how hard he tried to hold on. All he needed was a single line to hold, to remember, but as another question entered his mind, it disappeared.

Blinking away the frustration that started to form, his hand automatically reached for the scrapbook. The one he went through religiously, each morning and night. No new pictures were there for him to examine, yet he went over each as if he were seeing it for the very first time.

Sam leaned against the doorway, “Remember something new?”

Joaquin shrugged, “It was just a snippet,” he paused, taking in a deep breath, “but it’s gone now.”

“Don’t push yourself too much,” Sam approached him yet didn’t try to reach for the scrapbook, “Remember what the doc said.” S

Joaquin nodded solemnly and sighed, “Ya.”

Give it time Lieutenant. You can’t force things like memories.

Maybe a break would be nice.

His voice was firm as it broke the silence, “I’m gonna go visit my family for a bit. Maybe that will help.”

Sam nodded his head, “That’s a good idea, Torres.”

——

The hotel bed was big. Too big. No matter how you slept, you couldn’t get comfortable. It was too big… and too cold. Somehow your finger was hovering over Joaquin’s contact. You didn’t even remember how you ended up there.

Your phone hit the bed with a thud as you sighed. California was a beautiful distraction, but at some point it wasn’t enough.

Sam had told you about Joaquin’s decision to go visit his family. This was now the closest the two of you had been since you returned to the States. But you couldn’t go to him, not now.

You sighed as sunlight filled your room, letting you know that you had another night of restless sleep. Looking around the room you finally decided, this was it. Time to move on.

——

Joaquin loved every second of being with his family, but for some reason it didn’t feel like home. At least not in the way it used to.

This wasn’t home. But what is?

He focused back on the flight times on his phone. Maybe the apartment was home. Maybe there he’d finally get answers.

Would he see you? Would you help him remember?

Confirming his reservation, he wondered why part of him was so nervous when it came to seeing you again.

——

Somehow you did it. You drove coast-to-coast in record time, but as you pulled your body out of the car you wondered why you rushed on your way back.

What’s the purpose of rushing when you’re returning to an empty apartment anyway?

You sighed. All you wanted now was a bed… and maybe some food.

Sam had updated you about Joaquin’s plans to return to the city. But as you made it up to the apartment you couldn’t help but try to remember the date. It wasn’t today, was it? You shook your head.

Reaching the door, you paused.

Was this even a good idea? Maybe a hotel would be better.

You turned. There he stood, grocery bag in hand, eyes on you.

No going back now.

He seemed to be drinking you in just as you were doing to him. He definitely looked healthy… but that wouldn’t mean he’d recognize you.

His voice filled your ears. He said your name… and he said it again. Hearing him call you filled you with the warmth you only got from him.

You looked at him, “Hi.”

He seemed tentative in his movements around you, “Hi.”

The grocery bag hit the floor as he made his way over to you. His hands trembled as they hovered over your face, waiting for permission to touch. You merely covered his hands with yours and slowly brought them to your cheeks.

Your breaths slowed and started to intermingle as you finally looked into his eyes. Something was there that’s for sure, but it wasn’t the Joaquin from before- not yet.

He caught a tear falling down your cheek.

“Do you-“ your breath caught, “do you remember?”

His crestfallen eyes told you everything you needed to know yet you continued to wait as he tried to explain, “I- I- I know you’re important to me, but I- I don’t…”

You knew you should step away, but just because he didn’t remember doesn’t mean that you stopped loving. And how could you leave him now?

“I'm gonna go inside,” you whispered just as you found the position of your lips reminding you of that night, “and get some rest.”

Joaquin’s eyes followed you as you walked inside and headed to your room. And once your door was closed he sighed and picked up everything he’d dropped just minutes earlier.

Why couldn’t he just remember?

——

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chapter 4

I’m really excited to see what y’all think of this chapter, it’s the longest one so far… also I apologize in advance, but also sort of not sorry hehe

DONT FORGET TO VOTE AND ENJOY 💛

The plane flight back to Louisiana felt even longer than the one you’d taken a day prior. The frigidness that you’d felt since setting your eyes on Joaquin had followed you onto the plane, aching you to the core even as you watched Joaquin sleep peacefully out of the corner of your eye.

You were already a shell of yourself. Drained empty from all the emotions you’d felt while looking for Joaquin, now you were void of anything. You were cold, inside and out.

Sam seated himself next to you, “Why don’t you get some sleep on the cot? We still have a while to go.”

You shook your head once, not even bothering to look in his direction.

He sighed, his sadness and sympathy for your situation obvious to all. But after another second passed, he moved away, giving you exactly what you wanted.

Somehow you’d fallen asleep in that position. Waking up to find Bucky cautiously shaking you awake. Joaquin was up to, his voice now filled with some of its warmth as him and Sam spoke. You felt his eyes on you, but it felt off. It felt wrong.

The sun was strong and steady as you stepped off the plane, but as your body came into contact with the golden light, no warmth greeted you.

Sam rested his hand on your shoulder, shocking you to attention, “We’re gonna go to Sarah’s. Why don’t you join us for a bit?”

You didn’t even bother to hide the way your eyes automatically looked at Joaquin. You knew why, you wanted him to ask you to join them, but why would he-

Once again you felt the pain in your body from Joaquin’s words and automatically stepped away from Sam, even if it was meant for Joaquin, “No.”

Your hand curled around your duffel bag as you walked away, using the last of your strength to get yourself to the car that would take you away from all of this.

You closed the door with a slam, “Airport.”

——

Joaquin’s dreams scared him. They weren’t of the last week, or the torture, but of someone. He didn’t recognize them, couldn’t remember a single thing, but yet as he dreamed, he seemed to be searching, searching for a piece of himself that was missing. And yet when he opened his eyes to the simultaneous tranquility and chaos of the base in Louisiana, he continued to feel that pull. His mind was trying to remember something, and as he watched you watch him with an emptiness, he couldn’t help but wonder if it was you.

His brain clearly remembered everything else about the world around him. He recognized Sam and Bucky, recognized that he’d be staying with Sarah and her kids while he healed.

But you, you only brought blanks.

Sam’s voice brought him back to his surroundings, “Buck and I are both gonna be staying at first, but once we figure it out then it’ll just be you and me.”

He met Joaquin’s eyes in the car mirror, satisfied to get a nod out of the young man. As of now, the only thing that could help him was time, and Sam couldn’t help but hope that that’s what you would need too.

——

You stood just past the doorway of your apartment. The pressure of the door against your back, the coldness of the wood against your hands grounding you as you stared at the place.

This wasn’t home.

You sobbed as the thought settled in your mind. Your home now resided with a man who no longer knew who you were.

You sat down on the floor, resting your head against the door, as everything flowed out of you.

Time seemed foreign to you. The only reminder of its existence being the soft tick of the clock Joaquin had bought filling the whole apartment.

Even as the sun rose to a new day, you were only accompanied by your flowing emotions and the tick of the clock.

——

Each day he felt his strength return. Slowly looking like the man he remembered being when he left on that mission. And yet there was always something nagging at him.

He knew he wasn’t imagining it- the way Sam and Sarah would look at one another when your name was brought up only to stare at Joaquin intensely, the way Sam’s calls with Bucky would eventually lead to him leaving Joaquin’s presence or even how Sam would step away when your name popped up on his phone.

But still, he couldn’t understand it.

Why were they so focused on you? Who were you to him?

As the sun glinted in his face, waking him up, a memory seemed to flash in his brain. A comforting presence sleeping next to him in a different bed. He blinked.

He was alone.

——

You stared at your belongings all packed up in the car, and you realized that for the first time since losing Joaquin you felt proud.

Bucky stepped up next to you out of the corner of your eye, “Are you sure about this?”

You turned to him, looking him in the eye, “I’m sure.”

The sight of the soft glint in your eyes brought a small smile to his face. You weren’t completely healed, not yet, but you were getting better.

He jokingly made a stern face, “You better keep me updated.”

You chuckled, “Don’t worry…. Dad.”

Both of you laughed, even if it was a soft one. Bucky watched as you drove away with the setting sun.

——

“Why do you do that?” Joaquin’s voice was stern as he stared at Sam and Sarah. Once again your name had come up, and once again they had shared that look, a look he had yet to decipher. But as time continued to pass, the more annoyed he was at not understanding.

Sam sighed, “Are you sure you want to talk about this now?”

“Yes.”

Nodding his head, Sam reached over to a small scrapbook that had been created for this exact moment.

It took Joaquin a moment to recognize the face on all the pictures. They were you.

“Do you recognize them?” Sam started slowly, watching Joaquin as he flipped through the pictures.

“They were there when you all found me,” his hand hovered over one particular photo of you and the apartment. He knew that was his apartment, but why were you there?

“You don’t remember them before that?”

Joaquin shook his head, “Who are they? To me?”

“From what I understood,” Sam spoke slowly, “you two were in love.”

“And the apartment?” His eyes remained fixed on that picture of you. So disheveled and barely awake, yet to him you were the most beautiful person in the world.

“You were roommates,” Sam continued to watch as Joaquin’s fingers traced a closer up picture of your face.

For once, Sam swore he saw a sadness emanate from Joaquin as he spoke, “Nothing more?”

Sam shook his head solemnly, “I’m not entirely sure. Something was off between the two of you the day of the mission and-“ he stopped himself from revealing what you’d told him when you’d gotten the news.

“And?” Joaquin wanted answers.

“It’s not my place to say.”

——

You sat in the diner staring at the map in front of you. Originally this was supposed to be a trip that you and Joaco were going to take when you both had enough time off but now- you needed this.

Your phone vibrated next to you, “Hello James.”

“Just wanted to check in,” he spoke softly, “I’m heading down to visit him.”

“I know,” your voice softened in return, “I’ll be heading out in a bit anyway, just reached Highway 50.”

A comforting silence grew on the line. And then, “Keep me updated.”

His words reminded you of a parents, making you chuckle softly, “Of course.”

“And-“ “- send pictures,” you laughed as you repeated the words in time with Bucky, “I know, I know. Are you ever gonna tell me the reason for them anyway?”

Bucky paused and then shook his head. He couldn’t tell you, not when you weren’t there with him, “Maybe.”

Even without being with you, he knew you were rolling your eyes at him. But he wouldn’t say anything, not now.

You hung up the call. And as he stared down at your contact info he wondered how you would take the news…. No matter how many pictures and stories they recounted of you, Joaquin couldn’t remember.

——

VOTING OPTIONS:

#1: Reader and Joaquin continue on these separate paths

#2: Reader and Joaquin reunite

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chapter 3

Hi boos! I AM BACK AND READY WITH CHAPTER 3 OF MY CHOOSE YOUR OWN ADVENTURE FIC…. So before you read I just want to say I apologize in advance of the ending…..

And DONT FORGET TO VOTE

Two whole days. It had been two whole days since you got that message and you were finally here, standing in front of what was supposedly Joaquin’s location. The night’s darkness seemed to cover you like a shroud, practically draping itself around you in a way that you couldn’t tell was protectiveness or merely cover.

The world around you was quiet, but not silent. Instead you, Sam, and Bucky were accompanied by the night life that greeted you as you arrived. But no matter how quiet everything around you was, your mind was screaming. Every inch of you begging to just run inside and find him and hold him in your arms again.

No longer would something from Joaquin’s closet satisfy your need for him.

The hand on your shoulder stopped you from taking another step. Without looking back, you knew it was Bucky. The coldness of his metal hand shocking you more than his move to stop you.

No words were exchanged.

A small watch beeped, breaking the silence amongst you and quickly you went to work. Sam and Bucky had forcefully stated that they’d go in first while you followed quickly behind, strapped with as much ammo as you could carry, as well as wearing as much protective gear as deemed reasonable.

If it were up to them, you wouldn’t even be here. You’d be back on the base, helping them from there. But this time, you weren’t going to take a no from anyone.

The world around you became almost frigid as you made your way past the door. The soft thuds of bodies hitting the floor showing you the way. With each empty room you passed, your body seemed to harden. Then the thuds stopped, and the three of you met once again, where a final door stood.

It seemed to scream at you, Open me, but something in you paused. Something wasn’t right.

You’d memorized the schematics of this place to the point where you could draw it out in your mind and walk yourself through each room. To Bucky and Sam you stood there frozen, your eyes glazed over, but in your mind you walked yourself through the plans just as you had done the whole flight there.

You blinked and turned. Your body seemed to lead you automatically, knowing where each corner and nook stood without batting a single eye. The soft footsteps behind you being the only sign that Bucky and Sam had followed. And then you stopped.

There was a wall. There shouldn’t be a wall, but there was. You stared at it, almost as if your glare would break it down, and then rested your hand on it softly.

“There shouldn’t be a wall here.”

You stepped back and spinned around slowly taking in where you stood, “There should be another room right there.”

“Ok,” Sam whispered, trying to keep your mind from spiraling, “Maybe it’s a secret door?”

Once again you stood there silently.

“It could be,” Bucky answered for you, “I mean look at the floor. There has to be a door.”

You nodded.

Bucky quickly went to work, noticing how glued you were to the spot. While Sam continued to monitor the hallway you were in.

The air hitting your face made you blink. Was that an air conditioner?

Cautiously, the three of you entered, but you were the one who reacted first.

There he was, doubled over on himself on the floor, almost as if he was hiding, but there he was.

Part of you wanted to rush over to him but something in you said to take it slow. You holstered your gun and took off the helmet Sam had forced on you, showing your face to the man in front of you.

But yet as he looked up, his face showed no sign of recognition.

You brought your body down, allowing yourself to become face to face with Joaquin.

“Hey,” you whispered softly, reaching your hand out to his face only to retract quickly when he flinched in fear, “You’re safe now. We’re gonna get you out of here. Can you stand?”

A quick nod was followed by him shakingly bringing his body up, your hand hovering near his body the whole time.

You stared at him, wishing he’d say something, only to be met with a cold silence that filled your body with a tremble.

“Joaquin?” You whispered softly, happy to see that he at least responded to his name, “What happened?”

His voice was hoarse, and void of the emotion you were used to hearing from him, “What do you mean?”

“Joaquin,” you tentatively took a step towards him only to stop once again at a flinch, “You’ve been gone for over a week now, I was so-“ you stopped yourself almost unsure of whether to voice how you felt.

Then his next words made you feel like you’d been gutted, “Who are you? I don’t know you.”

——

VOTING OPTIONS:

Option #1: Joaquin goes back with Reader to their apartment

Option #2: Sam takes Joaquin to his sister’s to help him heal there

——

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prologue

Good morning my boos! Thank you for all the birthday messages/wishes! Here is the prologue for your choose your own adventure fic! At the very bottom of the fic, I’ll include which options you’ll vote for next!

Everything around you felt so normal, yet simultaneously foreign, as you slowly woke up to the rhythmic pounding of your head. Something was off.

It took you a second or two, trying to recognize where you were while looking back on your memory of the night before, but with a turn of your head you finally realized where you were. Joaquin’s room. In Joaquin’s bed. With Joaquin.

Flashes of the night hit you just as your head continued to pound.

The two of you staying in and drinking the night away.

Getting closer and closer until your lips are just hovering over his.

Whispered affirmations of your feelings for one another.

Agreeing to stay the night in his room, just laying there holding one another.

It seemed to be a dream.

You almost sat up in bed, Joaquin’s arm still wrapped around your chest preventing you from getting far. That’s it, you thought, it was all a dream. And yet as you watched how Joaquin unconsciously pulled you closer into him, you wanted to believe that it was all real.

With a soft sigh, and one more look at the man who laid next to you, you begrudgingly got out of his arms, and went to your room. Not even noticing Joaquin wake up the second you escaped his grasp, thinking the exact same thing.

You didn’t want it to be awkward as you finally walked into the kitchen, finding Joaquin in his usual position of digging through the fridge topless. Usually, the sight would bring a soft warmth to your face that you always hid by rubbing your cheeks as if trying to wake yourself up, but now you just stood there, staring.

And then Joaquin was staring back, “Hi.”

You shook yourself out of your daydream, “Hi.”

The two of you stood there, waiting for the other to make a move, hoping that it wasn’t to mention the events of the previous night.

Your eyesight drifted from Joaquin to the ingredients he held in his arms, “What are you making?”

His words drifted into your ear, but you didn’t try to pay attention to what he was saying, even as you nodded your head.

For once, even as you went to your usual spot right across from Joaquin, watching him make breakfast, you felt miles away from him. When had it all changed, you wondered, when did you start to dream about having a life with Joaquin and not just sharing a space with him. Imagining him walking in after every mission with a soft I missed you on his lips, waking up in the same bed. But now, even with the warmth of his body, and the heat from the food, you felt a cold shiver run through your whole body.

What you were imagining wasn’t real. How could it be?

Your eyes unconsciously drifted to him, only to find him upright reading something on his phone.

Opening your mouth to start a conversation you hoped wouldn’t ruin everything, Joaaquin’s warm voice cut through, “Sam just texted, I have to go.”

You nodded your head, “Right.”

He stood there, staring, almost as if he were waiting for something, something more. And then with a blink of the eye, any chance you thought you had disappeared as Joaquin went to his room.

Maybe it was ruined either way.

Shrugging away all the tension and doubts, you went about the few chores you had to do before you’d have to head over to the office.

And with a soft “stay safe” you watched Joaquin walk out the door.

The day seemed to drag however, and as you walked into a silent and cold home, you remembered why you’d never told him. Nights like these were already difficult just being his roommate, but if you were something more…. Your brain couldn’t even continue it’s train of thought when you realized you’d had a voicemail from the person who seemed to live in your thoughts.

At first you figured it was Joaquin letting you know he’d be home late, and then you really listened.

The way he panted, his voice even becoming breathless at some points. The gunfire heard in the background, in a way reminding you of the thudding you woke up to in the morning. The groans of pain that seemed to leave him after he moved a certain way.

Everything you heard felt like small cuts piercing your body, just enough to draw small flecks of blood but not enough to badly injure you, and then you heard his next words, and felt like you’d been pierced in the heart.

“I can’t stop thinking about you when we’re apart,” his breath was even shallower, “I-”

The message ended.

——👇

WHAT NEXT?

1. Reader goes out into the field to get Joaquin back

2. Reader works with the techies/analysts and goes to Sam

3. Reader works with the techies/analysts and goes to Bucky

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Joaquin Torres: @pascalpanic @letoatreiides @booksmusicteaandanimals @cooluncleboba @autumnleaves1991-reads @marvelouss-marvel @mischiefmanaged71 @the-and-sign-anon @barzal-burakovsky @young-romanoff @xbuchananbarnes

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chapter 6

Sooooooooo even I’m not prepared for this chapter and I just wrote it, and nobody’s betaread it so please don’t scream at me too much…. Also I really enjoyed hearing all your thoughts on what should happen next so basically we are doing that AGAIN

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Joaquin’s eyes fluttered open as his hand reached to the empty space next to him, almost expecting to find you there, only to be met with coldness. A memory flashed in his mind, and stayed.

His hand resting over your stomach, the rise and fall of your chest letting him know this wasn’t a dream. The growing gold light showing him just how early it was, and somehow showering you in a halo.

He looked over at your sleeping figure, itching to run his hand over your body, caress the outline of your face, imprint this very moment in his brain. But he didn’t want to stop this, accidentally wake you. He remembered his words from the night before, he remembered your words, and he also remembered the alcohol.

It made him pause.

What if this was just the alcohol?

He shook the thought out of his mind. Even if it was, he decided he wouldn’t ruin it, not now.

His eyes started to close, as he somehow pulled you in even closer. He’d take every second he could with you like this, even if it would be his last.

The sound of you trying to be quiet outside brought an unconscious smile to his face, and cautiously he made his way to his door and peeked out. You’d just gotten out of bed, your body clearly still waking from your sleep as you worked on putting away some items, humming a soft tune that seemed familiar. 

He let the door open more and just leaned there, watching you in your comforting environment. His face warmed as he simultaneously ruminated through the memory he’d trapped and observed you moving around in front of him. 

How would you react if he pulled you into his arms? If he asked to dance with you, even if for a second? Unconsciously, he stepped forward, no longer in the safety of his bedroom, just as you had decided to spin around. Both stopping the second your eyes met. 

Your face was now as equally warm as his. 

The redness of Joaquin’s ears and neck brought a sense of familiarity to you, “S-Sorry, I didn’t mean to stare…”

Your eyes held a warmth he didn’t remember seeing before, “It’s okay,” as did your voice it seemed, “How- how are you feeling?”

He nodded his head, “I’m feeling good, better.”

“That’s good to hear.”

Neither of you moved. 

Would you be happy knowing he remembered that night? Knowing how he burned wanting to hold you like that again? His next thought made him freeze. Do you know that he loves you? Or at least he thinks he loves you… Did he tell you the next morning, is that why things were so weird?

The look on your face stopped him from going any further. He was now the one being observed it seemed.

“Breakfast?” You asked softly, although, somehow Joaquin could tell that was nowhere close to what you actually wanted to ask. 

He nodded, and let you lead him to the kitchen. 

--

Your eyes drifted over to Joaquin. They seemed to be doing that a lot recently. 

There the two of you were settled on the sofa, having what would seem to an outsider a typical movie night. But this time it was so much more. He wanted to experience it for himself he said, have a night just like the one you’d described to him that morning. 

You couldn’t tell him though of what had happened the last time the two of you sat so close. Your thighs touching his, his hand resting behind your back and shoulders, occasionally drawing little patterns, your hand resting on top of his thigh. What all that led to. You sighed softly, hoping he wouldn’t catch it, only for his ears to twitch and he turned to you.

“Everything okay?” his fingers resumed their calming movement.

Wanting nothing more than to lean in closer to him, you cleared your throat and smiled, “Ya, don’t worry.” The smile did nothing for his nerves.

His eyes continued to search yours, before seemingly being content with the response they gave and turned back to the movie. 

--

“Did we ever get into any fights?”

You blinked. So focused on trying to not ogle at Joaquin as he made the two of you breakfast, you hadn’t even realized he had turned around and observed you, perched on the counter. What a simple yet complex question to ask, you thought.

Your eyes looked at everything but him. He stood there, watching, waiting, and then you finally caught his eyes in yours. The worry as clear as day. You couldn’t keep it from him no matter how hard you tried- after all, he said he wanted to know everything. 

“Rarely,” you started slowly, “and I mean that. It- it was pretty rare.”

Joaquin stepped forward, reminding you once again just how small the kitchen really was when he ended up in between your legs. You wondered if he knew what he was doing, his fingers running up your arm, tracing your collarbone, before following the trail up your neck and to your face. Your breathing hitched as you realized he knew exactly what he was doing. His hand rested on your cheek and without thinking you closed your eyes and turned your face just enough so that your lips touched his palm, your nose getting a whiff of the comforting smell you always associated with him. 

You turned to face him, feeling the extra warmth as you finally realized what you’d done. Only, he didn’t step away. 

“Was it bad?” His eyes captured yours, “when we fought?”

“It-” his other hand ended up just above your knee, his thumb drawing languid circles as he waited for your response, “It wasn’t too bad, usually.”

Joaquin stayed silent as he let you decide just how much you wanted to say. 

“Most times, it was because of a miscommunication between the two of us,” your hands started to fidget as you thought about the aftermath of that unspoken night, “You would always sit me down and force me to talk to you, since I’d tend to hide away instead of telling you how I was feeling.”

You slowly rested your hands on his chest, expecting him to step away, only to see him preen into your touch. 

“What-” his chest vibrated under your hands, “what about when I got- when they-”

You swallowed, your grip on his chest tightening slightly, and then you exhaled, “We never spoke that day, at least about-”

“About what?” His voice remained as a whisper, but still you could hear his need. 

Your voice cracked, “About the night before, when-”

“When you told me you love me,” his whisper seemed more like a scream when he said those words. But then he continued, “and I love you.”

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Joaquin Torres: @pascalpanic @letoatreiides @booksmusicteaandanimals @cooluncleboba @autumnleaves1991-reads @marvelouss-marvel @mischiefmanaged71 @the-and-sign-anon @Barzal-Burakovsky @young-romanoff @xoxabs88xox @xbuchananbarnes

choose your own adventure fic: @pascalpanic @sweetlemonade1 @sharkbait77 @minnie-lanterns @mischiefmanaged71 @hoennislands @1940sbuckybarnes @parkjammys @7crowsinadress @reluctantlyresponsibleadult @iamthebeth @mrkrychek

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[remmysbounty]

chapter 2

HELLO MY BOOS! Sorry for taking so long, but HERE YOU GO! And DONT FORGET TO VOTE ON WHAT WILL HAPPEN NEXT ✨

You no longer had any concept of time. The only reminder of time even passing being the plates of food that Sam would place in front of you and the single lamp he would turn on when the night grew.

Few words passed between the two of you, and yet his presence grew ever more comforting as you felt yourself falling deeper and deeper into the search for Joaquin.

Unconsciously, you bent your head and sniffed the most recent top you’d stolen from his closet. The warmth and smell filling you with energy when nothing else could.

A hand softly rested on your shoulder, “Come on,” Sam pointed his head to Joaquin’s bedroom where you’d been taking somewhat forced naps, “Time for a break.”

His soft yet pointed stare made you get up without a fight and shuffle over to the door, pausing as you turned to Sam, “You’ll let me know?”

A simple four word question. One that you already knew the answer for yet needed a response each time just to give your body permission to rest.

“I’ll let you know,” a sympathetic smile being the last sign as you closed the door behind you.

The movements quickly became a routine. You, taking the fastest shower after a couple naps and then throwing on whichever sweater or flannel of Joaquin’s you hadn’t already worn. Sam, already preparing breakfast as you once again settled into your seat, watching and waiting.

That seemed to be all you did nowadays, not even realizing that a full week had now passed. Watch. Wait. Watch. Wait.

By now you could describe each shred of evidence by heart, and yet whenever you felt your mind falling into the depths of fear you’d pull it out and devour them once again.

“That bad?” Sam asked as he poured yet another coffee.

You nodded your head, a soft thanks escaping your lips as he gave you the golden liquid.

“You’ll find him,” his comforting hand rested over yours as you did everything you could to avoid his eyes. Because with just one look he would know how you really felt.

You breathed out slowly, “How can you be so sure?”

“Because,” Sam paused almost as if he were searching for the words that wouldn’t set you falling even further, “because I know you will.”

With another slow exhale you nodded and went back to hiding behind your computer.

That’s what you were doing, wasn’t it? Hiding? At least that’s what the darkness that is doubt made you believe. Since your most recent nap, the darkness had been closing in on you, so close to devouring you but yet keeping you on your toes by keeping just enough distance. A constant reminder that it was there.

Boop.

The notification shielded you from the darkness. Stopping you from falling into its murky depths. Only for you to sigh once again. It was nothing, nothing that seemed to matter at least.

Boop.

And there it was again.

Boop. Boop.

You wanted to scream.

Then you read it.

It had to be Joaquin. It just had to.

——

WHICH PATH WILL YOU TAKE?

1. Continue on this path

2. Go out into the field and get Joaquin back

——

Joaquin Torres: @pascalpanic @letoatreiides @booksmusicteaandanimals @cooluncleboba @autumnleaves1991-reads @marvelouss-marvel @mischiefmanaged71 @the-and-sign-anon @Barzal-Burakovsky @young-romanoff @xoxabs88xox @xbuchananbarnes

choose your own adventure fic: @pascalpanic @sweetlemonade1 @sharkbait77 @minnie-lanterns @mischiefmanaged71 @hoennislands @1940sbuckybarnes @parkjammys @7crowsinadress @reluctantlyresponsibleadult @iamthebeth

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[thembohux]

1, 4, 16 with Kylo and or Hux? You can write for whoever you want, it’s always amazing

Andi, my friend, I am more than happy to provide this content. I went with Kylo because I think the world needs more Kylo/Empress content

1, 4 and 16 (mirror sex, voice kink, striptease) from this prompt list

18+, Minors DNI

Warnings for: PIV sex, mirror sex, praise kink (if you squint), slight impact play and I think that’s it but let me know if I missed anything

The dinner had gone well. Incredibly well, as a matter of fact. The representatives from the visiting planets had been cooperative and agreed to all the deals set up by the Emperor and Empress. They had been wonderful with conversation, as well.

Not that Kylo cared. His focus had been drawn to Lita’s exposed thigh as she crossed her left leg over the right and to the low neckline of her gown that pushed her breasts into a prominent position. Kylo had given her a kiss on the cheek during dinner, in between courses, lingering a little longer to whisper something to her that had made Lita’s cheeks flush. He had told her some of the absolutely filthy things he wanted to do to her once they got home, voice low and soft. It hadn’t even been his words that made her wet, but his voice. Lita loved that low tone he used when speaking to her.

The moment their door slid shut, Lita pulled Kylo down to kiss her, it was soft at first, relieved they could be openly affectionate without scrutiny. The representatives from Pastelt had been at dinner and such forms of physical affection would have offended them. Kylo pulled away for a moment, pressing his forehead to Lita’s.

“I love you,” she breathed.

“I know.” He pulled Lita into another kiss, harder this time, hands at either side of her jawline, sliding his tongue past her lips. He pressed hard kisses along her jaw, down Lita’s throat, biting and sucking fresh marks.

“Mmm! Kylo, bedroom.” Lita grabbed his hands, pulling Kylo to follow her. He wanted her out of that gown now. That burgundy velvet would tear nicely if Lita would let him rip the dress off her. But he wouldn’t. Kylo knew she didn’t like it when he ripped her clothes, except under special circumstances.

“Lights, thirty percent,” Kylo ordered when their bedroom door was closed behind them. His voice was still low, a slight growl to it that sent a shiver down Lita’s spine. “Get undressed, love.” Kylo gave her a sharp slap on the ass.

Lita wanted to toy with him a little longer, tease him until he gave her orders in that low, dark voice he used with her. She started unfastening the dress, glancing over her shoulder at Kylo. He was starting to undress himself, catching her eye.

“Go on, don’t be shy, love.”

She was slow as she took off the gown, one sleeve at a time, holding it up over her chest. Kylo let out a soft groan as she pushed it down her hips, softly swaying them to get his attention. The moment the fabric hit the ground, Kylo rushed forward, grabbing at her hips and kissing Lita’s neck.

“Stop teasing, sweetheart,” he warned.

“Or what?” It was a lighthearted challenge but it made his grip tighten slightly. He directed Lita to the vanity, making her bend over it and come face to face with her own reflection. Her eyes went back to Kylo, admiring him as he pulled down her panties. Kylo gave his cock a few strokes before running the head across her slick cunt before pushing inside, making her moan. He gave slow, hard thrusts that had Lita’s eyes rolling back and moans spill forth from between her lips.

“I’ll make you watch as you come for me, see how pretty you look when I make you come undone.” His hips snapped against hers, starting to speed up.

Lita braced her hands on the vanity, watching as Kylo maintained his brutal pace, hair sticking to his forehead from the sweat as grunts and moans came out.

“Oh, look at yourself, love. So pretty for me. Absolutely gorgeous.”

Lita let out another moan as Kylo’s fingers found her clit, making her cry out.

“Kylo, fuck! Yes!”

He pulled her against him, his chest pressed to Lita’s back as he grabbed her jaw and pulled her into a messy kiss. It smeared lipstick on both of them.

“Gonna make you come for me, sweetheart. Make you come all over my cock.”

Lita’s nails dug into the surface of the vanity as it rattled beneath them.

“Fuck! Kylo, yesyesyes!” She let out a high, whining moan and her eyes rolled back as her cunt clenched around him. Kylo followed shortly after, pulling out to come on her back.

He turned Lita to face him, giving her a soft kiss, both of them trying to even their breathing.

“Let’s get into the bath, love. I’ll get one ready for us.”

While they sat together in the steaming water, Kylo pressed soft kisses behind Lita’s ear and down her jaw. One of her hands held Kylo’s, laying small kisses to each of his knuckles.

“We should do that more often. After events or not. It was fun,” she said softly.

“I could make that work.”

Empress of the Known Galaxy AU tag list: @starlightsearches @babbushka @armitages-galaxy @poedameronsbeard @letoatreiides @booksmusicteaandanimals @queenphasma (also tagging @kylo-glenn for this new Kylo content) ❤️

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[thembohux]

Only the Best for the Emperor

As an apology for my incredibly angsty ficlet earlier, I wrote this drabble for everyone. This idea comes from @catboykenobii who was the inspiration for the angst and then I consulted on the premise for this

Warnings for mentions of blood and injuries but I think that’s it

Kylo hissed in pain as he headed back to his quarters. It came out filtered through his mask. He was seething, vision blurred from anger and that damned pain in his arm. That stupid fucking Palpatine clone that had joined the Knights of Ren after Exegol.

They had just been sparring for practice but his upper arm had gotten sliced open. Not enough to send him to the medbay, but enough that he’d need patching up. Ellaria had separated the two men, pinning the clone under her full weight to keep Kylo from killing him and to lecture him about maiming the Emperor. She was so protective of Kylo sometimes, knowing he was the same way with her. He found it somewhat amusing how they had gone from being at one another’s throats for years to protecting the other.

Officers cleared out of Kylo’s way as he stalked back to his quarters, silence following until he was out of sight. The air grew tense as he walked by, souring the moods of some who were too close as they felt smothered by his anger. Others kept their distance, cowering in fear as Emperor Ren walked by them.

His poor mood persisted even as he got closer to his quarters, even though he knew his darling empress would be waiting for him. Waiting to kiss him and make everything better, make him temporarily forget what had upset him so much with soft touches and gentle words. She had always done that for him, even before they were involved romantically.

The door slid open and Kylo stepped inside, immediately taking his helmet off. Lita was nowhere to be seen. Millicent had greeted him, weaving between his ankles and rubbing against him. His hand hovered over his lightsaber for a moment.

“Lita? Sweetheart?”

His anxiety was quelled the moment she emerged from the bedroom. Her face lit up and she ran to him before Kylo pulled Lita against him, one hand at her lower back, leaning down to kiss her as Lita stood slightly on her toes with her hands cupping his cheeks.

“I didn’t hear you, I’m sorry,” she murmured after pulling away. Kylo felt a throb of pain in his arm again and bit back a grimace. Lita looked at his arm, seeing a little blood making his tunic stick to his skin. “Oh, cyare, why didn’t you say something? Sit down, I’ll clean you up.” Lita went back to the refresher as Kylo sat in one of the armchairs in the living room. He was sore but had just now noticed as he started to relax. “And take your shirt off!” Lita called.

Kylo began taking the thing off, peeling it away from the wound on his arm, as Lita came back with supplies in hand.

“Emperor Ren, what am I to do with you?” Lita asked softly, perching on the arm of his chair and opening up the medical kit. She cleaned up the wound, trying to be gentle and pressing soft kisses to his cheek whenever Kylo winced from discomfort. She pulled the bacta soaked cloth away, inspecting her work. Pristine but it hurt her seeing it. Lita grabbed some gauze from the kit, starting to wrap up the wound before tying it off. Tight enough to compress but still be comfortable.

“Who knew the Empress of our known galaxy would be such a good medic? And so pretty too?”

“I only treat the best patients. The most handsome ones,” Lita said, kissing him again.

“Your majesty, are you flirting with me?”

Lita looked at Kylo through her lashes, fluttering them slightly and giving him a soft smile.

“Is it working?”

Kylo pulled Lita down onto his lap, leaning in for a kiss. It was soft, but still held the smallest amount of heat as he tilted her head back. Kylo pulled away, stroking Lita’s jaw, before giving her one more quick kiss.

“Yes.”

“I love you.” Another quick kiss.

“I know.” Lita put a hand behind Kylo’s neck, pulling his lips against hers.

Tag list (let me know if you’d like to be added):

@armitages-galaxy @babbushka @starlightsearches @poedameronsbeard @catboykenobii @letoatreiides

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