#Daydreamsofren

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Post 9 of your favourite characters and let people guess your type!

Thank you for the tag @daydreamsofren ! This is so interesting and fun to do. I always love these tag games and so I’m so intrigued to see what people will say.

1. Kylo Ren

2. Connor RK800

3. Stiles Stilinski

4. Five Hargreeves

5. Bruce Wayne

6. Peter Parker

7. Captain America

8. The Darkling

9. Dick Grayson

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tagging: @purplebtsmagic , @alladeline , @itsaconquestofimagination , @sacklerscumrag , @morby , @awaken-the-force , @guac-the-joaqu , @moonlightsolo , @miraclesabound

[hopeamarsu]

Hi! I hope you’re having a wonderful day! I’d like to submit a Made-Up Fic Title:

Sinful Duty

Hi! I’m a blanket burrito so I’m doing good 💜 I hope your day is wonderful too.

I’m thinking smutty. I wish I could write proper spicy smutty goodness, but I’m definitely getting ings all the smutty vibes from this.

Also duty just scream Will Miller to me (can you blame me lol?) so I’m definitely saying that. So maybe a dutiful son going sinfully corrupt? Maybe it could work.

Sinful + Will Miller + duty could equal to something like this:

cw: hints of D/s dynamics

The cufflinks shine in the dim light of the bedroom, catching the warm glow and turning it to sparks on the ceiling.

He toys with one of them, before letting it slip from the buttonhole. Slowly he repeats the action, enjoying the growing anticipation before placing the jewelry onto the naked globes in front of him. The spread out legs wiggle a little when the cool metal meets warm flesh but it’s the only indication of the registered temperature change.

“Mhmm, good girl,” Will purrs, keeping his voice low. He leans over your body, letting his eyes feast on your skin. He feels the silkiness of the bedspread under his knuckles but he would bet your body feels even better. But he’s not touching you just yet, the game barely in its first legs.

And it’s a game he intends to win.

The mask you have on obscures your face, like his does too and the anonymity of the situation helps with his nerves. He’s not cut out for this - unnamed playtime in a mansion that holds more wicked secrets than he can imagine - but he’s committed to it now. And if Will lets himself be honest, it’s not exactly a hardship since you look like sin dipped into velvet and honey.

He leans closer, dropping to his knees on the floor folding his clothed body behind your naked one and breaths in your decadent scent. The smell of arousal is thick in the air and he’s already addicted to it. He watches you for a moment, enjoying the view as his hunger grows.

Calloused fingertips brush your skin where your thighs dip and he moves them upwards until they meet the small metal pieces.

“Don’t drop either of these or I stop.”

It’s a promise and a warning wrapped in one before Will closes the remaining distance between your throbbing core and his tongue.

[mylifeisactuallyamess]

Metanoia Masterlist

Summary: You fled from the hospital to your secret sanctuary in the woods, a cabin left to you after your parents died. Seeking refuge and hoping your writers block would break you did not anticipate someone falling out of the sky and into your life. He quickly made himself comfortable, learning all he could about this strange planet and you were only too willing to tell him everything he wanted to know. Your affection for him grew and it never occurred to you he’d want to go home, to delve back into the war and everything he’d worked so hard to achieve, forsaking himself. And you.

A/N: I AM SO EXCITED! This multi-chapter fic is a Self Insert/OC written as a Reader Insert. I have been collaborating with @daydreamsofren for months on this! We have taken a single story and split it into two perspectives. If you want to read this from Kylo Ren x Earth!Reader/OC (Sage) view then check out Nyctophilia.

Chapter 1: Arrival

Chapter 2: Who Are You?

Chapter 3: To Learn is to Know

Chapter 4: Coffee and Dinner

Chapter 5:

Chapter 6:

Chapter 7:

[maybe-your-left]

It's the Holidays, right?

I'm in a mood... a silly fun silly mood to write some delicious content for you all...

Here we go, saddle up, lets see if I can crank out some garbage after a long time on the bench!

Who I write for? Check out the Masterlist baby - No FLIP ZIMMERMAN OR ADAM HIMSELF

Want something different? Request something from my second blog @parallel-to-right for Anime men (see this post for people i will write for)

Some prompts:

Song Prompts (pick a SICK SONG & send it to me w the artist name too and I'll base something around it)

Smut Prompts

Fluffy/Romance Prompts

ROULETTE BABY PICK FROM MY RANDOM ASS LIST OF PROMPTS FROM MY PHONE (Pick a number between 1-24)

Types of Kisses

Dream Prompts

Tagging the old old old list for attention... @finn-ray-nal-beads @thepalaceofmelanie @ghoulian @botnasty @xxgarden @pop-rocks-and-skittles @historyandfandoms @doggycompiex @daydreamsofren @millenialcatlady @ladyjade83 @mariesackler @eagerforhoney @celestiasin @emi11 @caillea @livi-s @emeritusemeritus @jynzandtonic @ohdamnadamm

[rayslittlekitten]

WIP Game

Rules: in a new post, show the last line section you wrote and tag as many people as there are words you want.

Thanks for the tag @daydreamsofren!

I was working on that BFF to lovers thing while waiting for the poll results but put that on hold because finally got some inspiration for this chapter of Toff Girl and here is the last paragraph I typed up:

He knew how to quiet your mind as you did with his. He focused on pleasuring you with each hit, burn, spank, whatever way he chose to elicit pain from you, to the point he would pull orgasms from you over and over again. He was so drunk on the power you had given to him, it made him forget everything but what was in front of him: you. And all your thoughts ceased to exist as soon as you felt the first sting. Adrenaline flooded through your body as you soaked in every infliction upon your skin. All you could do was be in the moment and give in to Ray, to Daddy. Daddy always took care of you. The best part was always the aftercare. He was so gentle and careful with you while nursing any marks or tenderness, while you both would whisper words of sweet praise and assurance to each other. You had his complete attention whether he was dominating you or tending to you. Each affliction was equally doled out with love as each affection. It was a give and take that completely suited the both of you. You were each other’s chaos which brought peace.

No pressure tags: @deathbecomesnerds @spaghettificationandpretzels @velocibee @musings-of-a-rose

[miraclesabound]

On the Ship

Summary: Cassian and Reader find each other again after six months, and this time, there’s a witness. Sequel to “Through the Wall”.

Pairing: Cassian Andor x F!Earthling!Reader

Notes: Set about six months after the end of Season 1. Cassian is now fully under Luthen’s tutelage. Also on AO3.

Warnings: Discussion of home invasion/thievery, threat of violence, canon typical language. Cassian being a soft/protective guy even if he doesn’t say it, Luthen has no tolerance for bullshit.

Tags: @princessxkenobi​, @grogusmum​, @daydreamsofthrawn​, @daydreamsofren​, @autumnleaves1991-blog​, @morby​, @recklessworry​

As you walk through the door of your house, you’re torn between wanting to hit something and wanting to cry. What had started out as a promising morning had quickly turned sour. Your direct supervisor sold you out in front of the CEO, claiming that you had the lead responsibility for a work screw-up that’s going to delay production for several weeks. You were able to prove this was a lie, but you’re still shaky from being put on the spot.

You start to feel better after ditching your shoes and coat, and you walk into the living room, fully intending to lounge on the couch. However, a sound of whispering catches your attention, close enough to make you jump. Has someone broken in? Should you call the police?

You step carefully out into the hallway, and you realize the sound is coming from your laundry room. As you approach that door, you realize there are two distinct voices. The terror in your chest morphs into longing when you realize you know one of those voices. You throw the door open with no clue what you’ll find on the other side.

--

Luthen and Cassian are returning to the ship from a scouting exercise when Luthen holds up a hand. Cassian stops behind him and follows his gaze up the landing plank. “What’s up?” Cassian asks. “Did we get robbed?”

Luthen shakes his head. “Don’t think so – but have your blaster ready. Something’s off.” Cassian has learned in the last several months that Luthen’s instincts are nearly perfect, so he nods in agreement and gets his blaster out of its holster.

They enter the ship, both with raised weapons. This time it’s Cassian who first notices something odd. “Hey,” he whispers, and indicates with his head. “That storage door wasn’t open when we left, right?”

“It wasn’t,” Luthen agrees. “I bet our intruder is still here.” The door flies open before he or Cassian can grab it, and Cassian lowers his weapon in shock. It can’t be, can it?

--

Your smile at seeing Cassian’s face melts away when you feel the cold barrel of a gun against the side of your head. The fright from earlier is back, and it’s so choking that you can barely speak. Thankfully, Cassian pushes the weapon away from you and pulls you protectively under his arm. “Luthen, drop it!” he pleads. “This is the woman I told you about!”

“Your dream girl from another galaxy?” The man’s tone is skeptical, but when he turns and looks properly inside the storage area, you see realization flood over him. You don’t know what was there before, but the three of you now have a clear look back into the hallway of your house. “Well, I’ll be damned,” he says. “I guess we’ve got some kind of wormhole here.” You and Cassian aren’t listening to Luthen’s speculations. Instead, Cassian pockets his blaster and wraps his arms tight around you, kissing all over your cheeks and jawline.

You relax into his embrace, and as the tension flows out of your body, you realize you’re on the edge of tears. Cassian hears the hitch in your breathing, and he rubs your back. “Are you all right?” he asks.

“I am,” you say – and it’s true, even if your voice sounds thick from emotion. “I’m just so relieved you’re ok – there was no one I could talk to about you, and I was so scared you’d never escape that terrible place.” The tears are fully flowing now, and you can tell you’re dampening Cassian’s shirt.

“He did more than escape,” Luthen tells you. You turn to look at him, and you can see in his eyes that he’s going to try trusting you. “Your man here helped pull off a full-blown prison uprising. At least fifteen hundred men got home to their families because of him.”

“And partly because of you,” Cassian says, his hand cupping your cheek.

You look at him in confusion. “Me?”

He nods. “I was already pondering a way out when you showed up – and you reminded me that there’s a place in the universe that the Empire hasn’t touched. It helped keep me focused.”

The three of you talk for several more minutes – though it’s not nearly as intense as what he’s been through, you tell Cassian about standing up for yourself at your job, and the look of pride in his eyes makes you want to float.  

Of course, nothing lasts forever. Luthen is the one to notice that the portal is shaking, and he taps your shoulder. “Miss, I think you need to get going if you don’t want to be stuck with us.”

You know he’s right, but your heart is heavy just the same. “There’s no way I can convince you to come with me?” you ask them.

Cassian shakes his head. “Even if we could pass through now, we have work to do.” He pulls you in – the kiss he gives you is more familiar than last time – as if you’ve actually been together these last months. “Keep yourself safe like you’ve been doing – for my sake, yeah?”

“I will,” you promise. You give Cassian a hug, nod to Luthen, and walk through the door, shutting it behind you. When you open it again a few minutes later, you see your laundry room again.

Cassian waits until he and Luthen are in flight to ask, “Why did you call me “her man”?”

Luthen looks at his protégé like he’s stupid. “You mean to tell me your soul doesn’t already belong to that woman?” Cassian finds himself pondering that question for some time…

[starlightsearches]

15 Questions / 15 Mutuals

Thank you for the tag @daydreamsofren and @leatherboundbirate

Are you named after anyone? nope! i am named after a color though.

When was the last time you cried? i don't remember . . . i had a really bad sinus headache a few weeks ago and i think i cried over that.

Do you have kids? nope. just my students :0)

Do you use sarcasm a lot? we had a guest speaker in one of my teacher classes forever ago who told us that sarcasm is evil and godless and she was so intimidating and impressive it kind of scarred me so i don't really use sarcasm anymore.

What’s the first thing you notice about people? i have no idea . . . maybe smiles but i'm not very observant so idk

What’s your eye color? brown

Scary movie or happy ending? for me?? i'm only interested in happy endings. but i'll watch whatever.

Any special talents? i pick up most crafty things pretty quick—i can sew and crochet and cross-stitch and a bunch of other stuff.

Where were you born? a hospital in utah over easter

What are your hobbies? reading, writing, sewing, crocheting, watching movies, being annoying and hopefully roller skating eventually!

Do you have any pets? nope

What sports do you play/have you played? i'm not and never was a sports kid, but i was color guard captain in high school.

How tall are you? 5'8"

Favorite subject in school? english and creative writing ✌️

Dream job? I'd love to tell stories for a living as an author or a screen writer or something. i do also love teaching, though, and working with kids so i'm happy where i am!

No-pressure tags: @theold-ultraviolence, @always-andromeda, @finniestoncrane, @daryldamnson, @myrrh-dock, @lemongingerart and anybody else who wants to participate 💖

[hopeamarsu]

Ten songs + ten people

put your music on shuffle and list the first ten songs that come up, then tag ten other people

Thank you for tagging me @littlemisspascal @velocibee and @grumpyeagleandfriends 💕

1. Fireflies - Owl City

2. Celestial - Ed Sheeran

3. sleep at night - cat burns

4. Figure You Out - Voilà

5. Stay With Me - Sam Smith

6. Believer - Imagine Dragons

7. Arcade - Duncan Laurence

8. Minä liityin sinuun - Mariska

9. Maneater - Hall and Oates

10. 2step - Ed Sheeran feat Ellinoora

No pressure tags @lavenderursa @a-true-janian-reply @fizzywoohoo @mylifeisactuallyamess @daydreamsofren @beecastle @dashavau @rayslittlekitten @green-socks

[mylifeisactuallyamess]

@daydreamsofren 👀

Domhnall Gleeson in White House Plumbers Season 1 Episode 5

[mylifeisactuallyamess]

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Longest Tag: 106 characters

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My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

A/N: Posting and running because I am exhausted! The excitement from the extra episode sent me on a frenzy. I’ve been struggling a lot with myself, imposter syndrome and perfectionism but I am trying everyday to push through it. The interaction I get is really humbling for someone like me and I am so grateful. Also, go watch the new episode, it’s amazing.

Warnings: Do not tag Neil Gaiman in any of my work or he will block me and I do enjoy his page. This fic is an 18+ sloooow burn. I am taking huge artistic license with the world because I am going by the TV series alone. If you don’t like it, don’t read it. Tags will be updated per chapter but if you know how the series goes then you know where the tags are heading. This shit is unbeta’d. Reader is femme and I will always be respectful of characters pronouns throughout the fic. If I do slip up please feel free to message me and it shall be corrected.

Pairing: Dream of the Endless/ Morpheus x F!reader/oc insert.

Summary: Brought to life by the power of the Dreaming, you were tasked with a single purpose. Find Lord Morpheus. However, once your purpose is completed will he find it in his heart to keep you around or was your purpose the only reason you were brought into being. Multichapter fuckery.

Prelude

Word Count: 2.2k+

Tagging: @a-bang-for-your-bucky @lu123sworld @leighanne03 (if you’d like to be tagged or taken off just let me know.)

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176 notes - Posted August 19, 2022

#4

Excuse me. I need a moment.

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192 notes - Posted August 24, 2022

#3

Different anon here. I don't know if you're taking requests, but I saw this in the prompt list and immediately thought of Hux

"enemies to lovers kissing for the first time, and it's a tender kiss"

If you aren't taking requests or aren't inspired by the quote, I'll completely understand if you don't write anything

A/N: Sorry this has taken me so long, my writers block has been stupid. And annoying. I hope you like this!

Warnings: fighting, knives, enemies to lovers trope.

Prompt: Enemies to lovers kissing for the first time, and it's a tender kiss.

It was dark, no lights shone on this side of the cantina and you had managed to slip into the room unnoticed. You waited for your eyes to adjust, but the room was pitch black, leaving you to rely on your other senses. Closing your eyes, you let go of the tension and relaxed. You swore you heard the swish of fabric, cocking your head toward the sound and ducking at the last moment.

A blaster bolt slammed loudly into the wall where your head had been moments before, shattering the stillness. But it told you everything you needed to know. You uncoiled your legs, leaping at your attacker and colliding heavily with his body as the two of you went down in a tangle of limbs.

The fight for dominance was fierce and you didn’t hold back, a soft grunt was the only noise he made when you raked your nails down his neck. He managed to get a good left hook against your face, disorienting you with blinding lights and colours and giving him the upper hand he needed to subdue you. After more silent fighting you found yourself slammed into the wall, your head pressed heavily against the cold surface, his hand holding you in place by the neck. His other hand had curled around your wrists behind your back, his knee wedged inelegantly between your legs, his body pinning you in place. You could feel his warm breath heave into your ear and you wiggled against him, but his grip was unshakable.

“Thought you could sneak up on me, assassin.” He whispered, his lips delicately brushing that soft spot just below your ear with each word.

“Anyone would think you’re trying to seduce me,” your words were cut off with a groan as the pressure from his knee increased and your body responded instantly.

“Do you like this? Being helpless?” He asked softly. Your lip curled as you tried to free your hands, but his long fingers were like vices and you could feel your own going numb.

“I hate it…” Oh! You gasped when he tightened his hold on your throat, rocking your body along his thigh and he hummed in amusement.

“Hate it so much you enjoy it?”

“Let me go and I’ll show you what I enjoy.”

“I’m not stupid. Soon as I release you, you’ll try to kill me.” His voice was low and confident.

“Isn’t that the thrill of the job?” He huffed a sigh against your neck, his hand moving to trail firmly down your body. His long fingers left no pocket or seam untouched, dragging out your throwing daggers, each one thudding with precision into the wooden floor. Next he slipped out the hidden blade in your boot, the small blaster out of your other one. He dragged out the twin blasters from their holsters at your hips and unclipped your tool belt, letting it fall with a loud clatter to the floor before kicking it away.

“Have I removed all the stings from my little bee?” He asked silkily as his hand moved from your hip and slid down the curve of your backside.

“There’s only one way to know for sure,” you replied feeling relieved when he finally let go of your hands. You shook them trying to get feeling back into the tips of your fingers, turning so your back was against the wall. It was still pitch black, you could hear the sound of his starchy clothes across the room. Holding your breath and reaching for the single blade you had left on you. One he never would have found in the seam of your leather trousers, it was a last resort and easily reachable if you were ever cuffed with your hands behind your back. Your movements were fluid and swift, leaping toward the sound of his breathing, which expelled in a rush as you slammed into him. You both fell onto the floor, your blade just pressing against his neck and he froze. You legs rested either side of his body, your hips rocked against him slightly as you leaned down to his level.

“You missed one,” you whispered, taking the soft lobe of his ear between your teeth and biting not too gently, eliciting a soft rumble of warning from his chest.

“You underestimated me, again,” he drawled softly. You froze, feeling the prick of his own blade pressing into the softness of your abdomen.

“Seems we’re in a bit of a stalemate,” you breathed.

“How do you propose we break it?” He asked, not able to hide the slight waver in his voice. Leaning lower you saw his eyes widen in the dimness, his chest rose and fell rapidly against your own but he did nothing to stop you. Brushing your nose against his cheek, you could feel his rapid breath tickle the side of your face, his blade eased away from your body, his arm laid out on the floor and you pressed your advantage.

His lips were softer than they looked and at first they didn’t move. Stunned to stillness by your bold move and you expected him to push you away. Shove you off or threaten to stab you again, but he seemed frozen. Your lips curled in amusement, gently brushing against his mouth again in an effort to get him to join in. Teasing him, stealing his breath and returning it with pillowy softness, making him relax beneath you. Lulling him into a false sense of security as you distracted him, your free hand walking across the floor.

You were surprised when he responded, a soft sigh expelling from him as he pressed his mouth harder against your own. You ran your tongue along his bottom lip and you shivered when he allowed you access. Licking into the heat of his mouth, not able to stop the moan that erupted from your chest at the feel of him. Your life was a lonely one, constantly on the run, hiding in the shadows and dealing with the scum of the Galaxy. Maybe….maybe you’d keep this one alive.

Moving swiftly you ripped the blade from his loose grasp. Breaking the kiss and sitting up with a gasp, both blades now pressing into the sides of his neck. His curled fist slammed into the floor in frustration, hatred glinting in his eyes but you weren’t sure if it was for you or because he’d fallen for your cheap trick.

“Got anything to make a deal, General? Or can I contact Pryde and receive my payment?”

“I’m sure we could come to an arrangement.”

“Oh, I’m sure we could,” you purred. An arrangement you were determined to satisfy you both.

202 notes - Posted April 7, 2022

#2

I see us all.

239 notes - Posted March 30, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

“I am the King of Dreams.” - Has a nice soft feel to it.

“I am the Ruler of the Nightmare Realms.” - That’s a threat wrapped up in a title. Come on the wrong side of me bitch and I’ll set my nightmares on you. You’ll be begging for me to take them away and wishing you’d never been born. So come on. Try me.

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#5

Bed Bug - Part 2 of 3

slut shaming but also slut praising?

Enjoy Part 1 before reading!

“I can’t believe him, he didn’t even respond to my texts last night! It's so rude of him-typical man baby.” 

“Yeah.” 

“Like when someone texts you, it’s common courtesy to answer them! Especially if they're upset! It's just childish-really.” 

“Uh-huh,” you sighed again, brushing through your hair with your fingers. Over and over again in the mirror, while you stared blankly at your reflection. 

Your lips hadn’t felt the same since you’d kissed him, tingled even, you’d already looked up the symptoms for multiple communicable diseases. Since it was apparent he got around, but none of the things you felt were them… 

Kylo Ren had kissed you. 

And it wasn’t a sweet soft kiss either, it was bone-rattling, disgusting, wet, and sloppy with his full force behind it. 

And now, you listened to his ex or whatever she was complaining about him not approaching her at all since you left the frat house. She wasn’t even suspicious of you when you gave her the news that he read the message! 

And didn’t blink twice when Kaydel arrived looking disheveled as hell, she had marks on her neck that resembled an animal attack. 

You watched her slink through the common rooms with a limp that you could only assume was from blunt force trauma. 

Given what he was packing that morning… 

You shook your head, no. 

He was bad news. 

It was a one-time thing-a fluke! He had plenty of other girls to run through and you made a firm choice that you wouldn’t be one of them. 

You quickly got dressed for the Sunday meeting of the greek council, everyone in greek life was required to attend if they were in a leadership seat. 

And you were, handpicked by the club president to represent your pledge class out of 20 other girls who joined. You were flattered-and it meant you could hang out with the upperclassmen. Connections blooming between generations of bigs and littles, you had to look your best. 

You were representing a group of girls who depended on you, even if you didn’t say much at meetings. 

You got dressed in your pink and white gingham, house colors, and slipped on your heels. Smearing on some gloss before heading downstairs. You waved goodbye to your friends and stopped at the doorway where Bazine and Kaydel were waiting. 

Kaydel looked stressed as all hell, wearing a turtleneck in the fall heat. Bazine in a frilly polka dot mess that made your eyes hurt just looking at it, they looked you over. 

“That’s cute,” Kaydel gestured to the dress. 

Bazine rolled her eyes, “In a picnic table sort of way… Let’s go, I need to talk to Kylo before we start.” 

You gulped, Kylo would be there. 

Expecting a… hug. 

———— 

“Come on,” Bazine dragged you by the wrist, “I want a seat up front.” 

You bobbed and weaved through the multiple groups of sororities and fraternities, grabbing your nametag at the check-in table. Everyone dressed in their Sunday best, you waved a hand over at your friends who pledged with other clubs. Rose with her older sister Paige sitting with Red One, and Phasma with the Imperials, older clubs. You quickly followed Bazine and Kaydel as you found your table. 

Draped with signs from your upcoming charity pancake event, with the First Order brothers, and a few refreshments from the school. 

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104 notes - Posted August 3, 2022

#4

Could you write a piece on Frat boy Kylo/ Fuck boy Kylo. Like y/n is in a sorority but she’s a quite girl so Kylo see’s here as a conquest. But falls for her

wrote this while listening to this song on repeat, I hope you enjoy it.

also, no taglist because no one interacts anyway!

I made a little sign for it because I felt like it needed some cover art :)

ALSO ALSO, we are sorority girls (sisters) and sororities have paired fraternities (brothers) so the First Order is our brother frat. AND, Xi is pronounced ‘Z’ in the Greek alphabet and is the nickname of our sorority we are in. which is called the Xi Wings (like x-wings but not).

The house is a mess.

Walk through the front door, that's held on by barely three screws and smearing in maybe... eggs? Greeted by a dark brown leather couch that has someone slumped in it, maybe sleeping off a hangover? A blue bucket by their head in case of emergency, god knows you wouldn't use the bathroom here.

Leftover gym equipment is scattered around a faded green pong table, with leftover cups that were filled with beer maybe 12 hours ago. Pong balls litter the floor, crunching under your shoes as you walk on the equally crunchy flooring.

A hallway comes next, narrow and without a light. Was punched out a few weeks ago during a fight that resulted in the faded bulb shattering someone's fist. Fluorescent lights blind your vision while you enter the next rooms, the kitchen, and the back living area. Where someone has dragged the backseat of a minivan’s chairs into the middle of the floor, faded and green with stains and other items that make you want to gag. 

The stove is cracked in the front. 

The counters are sticky and smell like someone spilled Malibu rum all over the glasses, and a stray glass of orange juice sits precariously by the edge of the sink. And also a jack o’ lantern, that someone took a bite out of? 

You huffed a sigh and stepped over the glass on the linoleum before peering over the crowded kitchen island. Spying more bodies scattered on the floor of the back living area. String lights strobing over the darkened windows, covered in the fraternities flags, to keep people from peering in on them, apparently. 

One-two-three… 

“Hey,” you cleared your throat, holding tight to the strap of your shoulder bag, “Hey, guys?” 

A chorus of groans responded to you, along with two of the three lumps moving under blankets or jackets. The beanbag occupant rolled so you could see their face, green eyes. Not who you were looking for.

“What,” a burp, you could smell it from where you stood, “What the fuck, Xi”

You purse your lips, looking around the rest of the kitchen instead of answering. You were just doing your job-checking on the brothers to see if they were breathing… and didn’t do too much damage to the house. It was essential recruitment 101, you were the newest so you had to do the dirty work for monitoring the brother fraternity. 

“I-I was just checking on you guys, Bazine t-told me I had to follow up with the president?” 

Another groan, green eyes rubbing his face with a suspiciously dirty-looking hand. You stepped back into the crunchy kitchen, “Sorry-I just let myself in…I can come check later?” 

“Nah,” he shot off the bean bag, launching his hands to his knees before taking a disgusting-wet breath. Your nose scrunched, preparing to watch this man throw up all over himself… how hard did these guys party last night? 

“Sorry,” green eyes stood up, running a hand through his short, curly hair, “I’m not mad, just seems early for one of the checks. Are you new?” 

You popped your lips, arms crossed over your chest. Wounded, only a little, maybe, he didn’t recognize you? After rush and pledge week, you’d been around him dozens of times, and introduced yourself to him, albeit that was when he was drunk… You smiled, raising your hand to move on and try and make a better impression, “Yes,” regretting putting your hand out when he took it with his gross one. 

“Kuruk,” he pointed to his chest. 

You feigned a smile, of course, Kuruk.

“So, you’re looking for our fearless leader?” Kuruk chuckled, stepping past you barefoot on the broken glass. He didn’t even flinch! You spun around and walked around the mess, determined to get this over with and let the president know your message. “He’s probably upstairs in his room, sleeping off a wicked hangover. That guy went too hard,” he laughed again while you followed him throughout the various dirty rooms. 

Grabbing items along the way, you cringed as he lit up a glass-blown pipe, smelly weed crumbled in an end. He didn’t hesitate to smoke some right in front of you, thank goodness for him blowing it away from you… 

And then walking through it. 

You stepped over various obstacles, from a full-grown man to a pile of women’s high heels that must’ve been left here throughout their parties. Softly saying sorry every time your boot hit the edge of someone's shoulders, or squashed that one girl's pinkie… 

It felt like you’d been walking forever until you came to the top of the stairs. You were faced with a long hallway littered with trash, and a mirror on the floor for some reason. You followed him right up to the sharpied black front door at the end. 

Kuruk turned to you, pausing his raised fist to knock, “Be careful, he has a lizard and it bites.” 

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123 notes - Posted July 31, 2022

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what goes up must come down - masterlist

Summary: Your phone rang with a photo, grainy and dark. Showing a darkened room with flashing strobe lights and a musty-looking couch, a pair of long legs bent over the edge, black jeans pulled open.

A pair of small hands on top of strong thighs, sucking on the culprit's cock like it held onto all the secrets of the universe...

Too bad it belonged to your boyfriend and future father of your child.

mind the tags: kylo ren x reader, kylo ren x female reader, previous lovers, Slow burn to love, Happily Ever After, Smut, All the Smut, quick smut scenes, kylo is an ass, we are terrible, kylo and reader have a child, child is 6 years old, Nyx Ren original character, Tobacco use, mention of rape, thats why the rape noncon tag is on, but no rape ensues, Getting Back Together, Abandonment, Mention of previous relationships, kylo sleeps with other women, kylo gets a blow job from another woman, but its a flashback, not mentioned in great detail, Kylo is a dad, i love dad kylo ren, hes trying to connect with his child

chapter one

chapter two

chapter three

chapter four

chapter five

chapter six

chapter seven

chapter eight

chapter nine

chapter ten

chapter eleven

chapter twelve

A link to my Mega Masterlist, Kylo Ren Masterlist, and my Random Ren Masterlist for all your stalking needs.

130 notes - Posted March 26, 2022

#2

Will You?

Welcome to the content dump, where I'm clearing out my WIP folder from my YEAR of writing fanfic... so be ready for a bunch of random posts that don't fit together and have no central plot other than me wanting to write a one-shot that was so specific I had to just get it out.

Supreme Leader garbage, order up.

TW/CW: mild NSFW, mention of injury, lite-angst, fluff is there too, this is sappy shit, established relationship, Kylo doesn't enjoy telling people his personal information, female reader insert, swearing.

Here is the Mega Masterlist, the Kylo Ren Masterlist, and the Supreme Leader Masterlist (this is currently my hyperfixation) :)

“Hey…could you come down to the medbay for a little bit? We’re having a situation.” 

You sat up in bed, tablet squished between your shoulder and ear. “Yeah what’s going on?” 

A sigh, “Look, just come down and I’ll fill you in when you get here.” 

Hanging up, you rolled off the bed. Walking to your closet, pushing past all of Kylos robes to find your clothes. You made a mental note to have a droid come down and remove all his stuff. Since you kicked him out yesterday evening, you weren’t expecting him to come back. You threw on some black leggings, boots, and a long-sleeve black shirt. Ruffling your hair so it didn’t look like you had just laid in bed and cried for 14 hours. 

When you arrived at the bay everyone was scattered around. Nurses and doctors shuffling patients all over the place. You made it to the front desk, patiently waiting for Kate and Christopher. Your old coworker, and an ex-boyfriend. It had been about 6 months since you ‘resigned’ from working, which was all Kylos doing. He didn’t like you not being available for him 24/7. 

Kate turned to you, a thick file in her hands. She looked exhausted, chewing on the inside of her cheek as she looked at you. Chris was no better, glaring at you while he had his arms crossed. Both of them looked very pissed off at you. 

“Look,” Kate sighed, rubbing her temples with her free hand, “I’m going to be blunt, and I need you to answer honestly. Are you dating the Supreme Leader?” 

Your eyes widened, mouth gaping as you tried to think of a response. Kylo had never called you his girlfriend, he referred to you as his ‘cum bucket’ ‘little girl’ or even the occasional ‘princess’ if he was feeling nice. He definitely didn’t want people knowing he was fucking you daily. Saying that he didn’t want to put you in danger, but he barely gave you affection that wasn’t a ploy to get inside you. You swallowed, crossing your arms defensively, “No. I’m not dating, or have ever dated the Supreme Leader.” 

“Okay,” she groaned, “Well I need you to come with us.” 

You trailed down the hallway, everyone staring at you as you followed. Mostly faces of pity, and fear, especially the closer you got to the issue. Kate paused in front of the doorway, turning to you again. 

“So here’s the issue,” She stared you down, “The Supreme Leader was admitted this morning, after collapsing on the bridge. He was brought in kicking and screaming while bleeding profusely from a wound on his side. He also sustained a significant amount of damage from his fall and a recent combat he returned from yesterday evening.” 

You nodded along, waiting to see where you came into this. 

Chris cleared his throat, “They also believe he broke his knee, but he won’t let anyone touch him. He’s attacked three medics and keeps ripping out his IV.” 

“And,” Kate mumbled, “He also threatened to kill Chris, because ‘he was the reason you dumped him’.” 

“When he came in he was begging for someone to go get you, and began to get violent when we told him unless you were his emergency contact we couldn’t involve an ex-medic.” 

Suddenly the door slid open, revealing a very angry Kylo Ren. His chest was rising and falling in shallow bursts, face red and sweaty. Blood seeping through his armor, he immediately hissed at the two medics. “If you even so much as touch me I will rip off your limbs one by one-.” 

“Kylo Ren!” You shouted, moving around Kate and Chris. Standing directly in front of him, scowling up to his face. “Is that how you fucking talk to people? Hmm?” 

His eyes immediately dilated, taking in a short wet breath. Shoulders dropping in defeat, “No.” He wiped his nose, sniffling away small tears that slipped through. “I didn’t think you’d come.” 

“Well,” you shrugged, “I didn’t know you were so injured. Now get back in that bed and let them help you.” 

Kylos hand reached out, attempting to grab your wrist. But you ripped away from him, walking into the room. Standing directly next to the bed, face neutral as he watched you avoid him. 

“Come here,” you growled through your teeth. 

He slowly limped over to you, his own face now holding a scowl. Sitting down loudly next to you, his eyes not leaving your face. You looked over at your friends, who were still out in the hallway, “So, we aren’t dating. We never have-.” 

Kylo butt in, “Yes we are.” 

“No, we aren’t,” you groaned, “You have specifically told me that under no circumstance am I to tell people that we were sleeping together.” 

He clicked his tongue, “Well I’m not the one who kicked me out of our shared chambers...” 

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144 notes - Posted April 17, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

don’t talk to me i’m thinking about Doctor Ren at a medical conference rn

184 notes - Posted August 31, 2022

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[miraclesabound]

Beyond the Sea

Summary: This time, it’s Cassian who comes to you, not the other way around - and he isn’t alone. Sequel to “On the Ship”.

Pairings: Cassian Andor/F!Earthling!Reader, mistaken Cassian Andor/Jyn Erso, Jyn Erso/F!OC

Notes: Set immediately after Rogue One, so Cassian and Reader haven’t seen each other in about four and a half years. Also on AO3.

Warnings: Facing death, recovery from major injuries/rehab, Jyn and Cassian mistaken for a couple and associated angst on Reader’s part, falling in love, hopeful ending.

Tags: @princessxkenobi, @grogusmum, @daydreamsofren​, @daydreamsofthrawn​, @autumnleaves1991-blog​, @morby​, @recklessworry​, @mcbenson25​, @ponyboys-sunsets​

The oncoming blast sends heat out like a furnace. Cassian and Jyn hold each other tight, not daring to look at what’s coming. Instead, Cassian focuses on what he can feel – Jyn’s small frame in his arms, his boots pushing against the sand, and the ache in his head.

A light begins to appear in his periphery, and he braces for the worst, but just when the fire reaches them, there’s a gust of cool wind…

--

Cassian wakes up after what must be less than a minute, and the face above him is that of a stranger. She’s an older woman, maybe in her 60’s – and she looks slightly like Maarva. Is this the afterlife?

“Oh thank God you’re awake, young man – you and your wife scared me half to death,” she says. “My name is Marnie, I’ve already called for assistance for your injuries.”

Cassian realizes with relief that Jyn is right next to him. However, she looks to be in grim shape, which means he can’t be doing well either. “Where are we?” he asks, trying to fight the continuing dizziness. They’re clearly not on Scarif anymore.

His eyes grow wide when Marnie tells him the name of the town, and he tries to sit up. “Please, there’s someone I need to contact; she’s from here.”

Marnie firmly stops him from moving further. “I’ll see if I can find her, but you need to stay still until you can get in an ambulance. What’s the name?”

He tells her the name, and her eyes widen. “How do you know her?” she asks in a wary voice.

“It’s a long story,” he says. “But please, I beg you, Ms. Marnie, tell her that Cassian Andor is here.”

-

When your godmother calls you, you rush to the hospital as quickly as possible. You’re not quite sure you believe what she’s telling you – but there’s no way Marnie would know Cassian’s name if he wasn’t the one to introduce himself. You get to Rosevale Medical, and Marnie is waiting for you with a visitor’s bracelet.

When the two of you get to the prep room, you’re torn between relief and disappointment. The relief comes from seeing Cassian, badly burned, but very much alive. The disappointment is that Marnie didn’t misspeak when she said Cassian was here with his bride. Why would the hospital put him in the same room with a beautiful woman if she isn’t his wife?

“Hey, stranger,” Cassian calls to you. His voice is weak, but he’s able to smile for you. “How long has it been?”

You return the smile, even as your stomach is tumbling. “Hey to you too – four and a half years, I think?”

The woman in the other bed speaks up. “Cassian, is this who you told me about?” There’s a lilt in her voice that suggests she’s of good family.

“Yeah, it is.” Cassian introduces the two of you quickly, and then he and Jyn (you must admit to yourself that her name is lovely) are taken back for surgery. Now all you can do is wait.

--

You made the mistake of not bringing a book, and you’re paying for that over the next several hours. Marnie had to go home, so you’re alone, stewing in your own thoughts.

Your life has been very full in the last few years, especially professionally. You’ve taken over for the boss who tried to mess with you all that time ago – and your CEO is mentoring you to possibly open an independent firm.

On the personal side, your family is thriving. Your brother has had a child now, and your niece is one of the lights of your life. Your best friend from childhood, Alex, has just finished her master’s degree, and when she came out as bi to her parents recently, it went beautifully.

However, you haven’t had a partner to share these victories with. You tried dating a few times, but nothing ever stuck. Perhaps the people you went out with could tell that your heart wasn’t in it – not that you intended to tell them that you had pinned your hopes on a man in a distant galaxy. However, now you feel like a fool for your attempt at faithfulness.

It’s been nearly five years – of course Cassian moved on from you. He’s been involved in a major rebellion, and if Jyn showed up here with him, she must be a rebel too. Surely, she’s more his type – not just in her beauty, but in that toughness in her face that you saw as soon as you met her. How could he not adore her? And besides, he didn’t ask you to wait for him – he only asked you to stay safe.

You don’t realize you’re crying until a nurse comes up to you and says, “Mrs. Andor is awake and asking for you, ma’am. Should I tell her you’ll be a few minutes?”

You nod, wanting to kick yourself for your self-pity. What gives you the right to sob about this? Jyn and Cassian have been through something terrible; they don’t need to be worrying about you too. You tell the nurse you’ll be along, and after you wash your face and get some water, you’re ready to go to the recovery room.

--

Jyn is alone when you go in to see her – the nurse explains that Cassian is still in the operating theatre due to having more complicated injuries. Jyn doesn’t smile at you, but there’s a warmth in her eyes that eases the ache in your chest. This woman is many things, but she clearly isn’t your enemy. The nurse shows you the small beverage refrigerator, and then she excuses herself.

“How are you feeling?” you ask Jyn.

“Mostly? I’m thirsty as hell,” she tells you.

You walk over to the fridge and crouch down in front of it. “I see bottled water, ginger ale and electrolyte drinks,” you say. “Which do you want? Ginger ale is nice if you’ve never had it.” And it’s quite likely she hasn’t, you figure. Who knows what herbs grow in her and Cassian’s galaxy?

“Sure, as long as it’s cold.” You grab the can and open it for her, giving her a straw when she has difficulty tipping the can. She takes a few sips, and she properly smiles for the first time. “You were right,” she says, “it’s delicious.”

She finishes her drink, and though you don’t want to pester her, she can tell that you’re curious. When you ask what happened to her and Cassian, she tells you everything – the plot to find her father, learning about the defect in a new Imperial weapon, and getting that information to the Alliance before the Death Star destroyed an entire mining base. When you hear the description of what the Death Star did, you can’t restrain a shudder.

“I worry about the rest of our team,” Jyn says. “I doubt anyone got off the base alive besides Cassian and me. And even then…” she looks at you with considering eyes. “I think we’re only here because of you.”

“What…did he actually say about me?” You quickly dismiss the flicker of hope bubbling in your chest. Surely Cassian was enough of a gentleman to not wax poetic about an ex-fling to his beloved.

“He said that you were there when he needed you, even if neither of you knew how. He said you were empathetic and sweet – and that Luthen believed you were soulmates.”

That last sentence should elate you, but instead, you feel sick. “I’m so sorry – you shouldn’t have had to hear that,” you tell her. “I never wanted to interfere in anyone’s marriage.”

“Marriage?” Jyn looks confused. “We’re not married?”

“Partnership, relationship, whatever you want to call it…I don’t want to be a homewrecker,” you say.

“But we’re not together,” Jyn says. “Who said we were?”

You’re sure that she can hear the gears in your head grinding to an awful screeching halt. “But…but you two were found together…Marnie said Cassian was scared for you…”

“Then she made a wrong assumption,” Jyn tells you. “Cassian’s my dear friend, but we’re not a couple. I have someone I’ve been dreaming about since I was a kid, but…” She sighs heavily. “I don’t even know if she’s real.”

You sink into the chair next to Jyn’s bed, your head and heart both spinning. Jyn takes pity on you and squeezes your shoulder. “I’m the one who should,” she says. “I didn’t realize I was hurting someone Cassian cares for.” After some further conversation, you and Jyn both manage to fall asleep.

Cassian is brought back a few hours later, and he certainly finds it easier to sleep when he sees you and Jyn resting. When you’re all awake again, you get Jyn’s records corrected.

--

You hear a knock on your front door, and you hope your expression of relief isn’t too obvious to Cassian and Jyn. It’s been three weeks since they left the hospital, and while you’re happy to host their recovery, it’s been a hard change to have two other people in your space. As such, your friend Alex’s offer of help for today is much appreciated – she’s worked on a rehab ward before, and she knows that it’s exhausting work.

You leave Jyn and Cassian to their breakfasts, squeezing Cassian’s shoulder as you walk by. You’ll admit it makes your heart skip when he turns his head to kiss your hand. The two of you have fallen so easily into physical affection these last weeks, but sometimes he can still catch you off guard.

When you open the door, Alex wraps you in a hug, and you feel yourself settle a bit into her arms. “How are you and the patients?” she asks.

“We’re good, c’mon in.” You take her coat and bag, and she walks past you towards the kitchen. “We were just finishing – OOF!” Alex is stopped right in the kitchen doorway, and you nearly lose your balance as you bump into her. Over her shoulder, you see Jyn sitting straight up in her chair, her eyes wide as if she’s seen a ghost.

Alex feels you trying to push past, and she lets you through, but only so that she can go to Jyn’s side and crouch next to her. Jyn’s eyes are watering, and she asks in a much smaller voice than usual, “Are you real?”

“Are you?” Alex asks back.

Your own eyes widen, and you say to Jyn, “Is…is Alex your dream woman that you told me about?”

You may have directed the question to Jyn, but you can’t say you’re surprised when both she and Alex answer “YES.” in perfect unison.

--

The day goes by easier with Alex’s help, especially because she and Jyn are completely wrapped up in each other – Jyn takes the chance to fill Alex in on everything she can remember, and you chime in when Alex asks about how you and Cassian found each other.

The evening comes more quickly than expected, and you order dinner in. When the food arrives, you and Cassian opt to eat in the living room, while Jyn and Alex stay in the kitchen, still chatting even as they eat.

“I don’t think I’ve ever heard Jyn talk this much to anyone,” Cassian tells you. He leans against your shoulder, and you kiss the side of his head. He and Jyn have been dutiful in their physical therapy, but you know it tires him.

“I’m glad for them both,” you say. “Alex never told me she was dreaming about someone, but she’s been single the last few years and…I remember what that was like.” You take another bite of your rice and swallow it down. “And I know now that you and Jyn were never an item, but I wasn’t sure she would appreciate us being…” You realize you were about to say “lovey-dovey”, but even with knowing that Cassian isn’t going anywhere, it is far too early to even joke about love. “Well, she wouldn’t appreciate being reminded that she didn’t have someone.”

“That’s fair,” Cassian agrees. “That said, it makes me wonder…”

“Oh?”

“Until Alex walked in here, I thought Jyn had come to Earth because of me holding on to her at the end – but I figure now it’s because of Alex. Two members of the same squad having soulmates on the same planet, in the same distant galaxy? That doesn’t seem like coincidence.”

Your eyes widen, and you do your best to calm your breathing – Cassian has never directly called you his soulmate before. “You mean – you think the others are here too somewhere?”

“I do – but I wish I knew for certain.” Cassian sighs and rubs at his eyes. “Not that we need a big reunion or something – but just to know they’re ok.”

“Then that’s what we’ll do,��� you say, pulling out your phone. “Let’s start researching, yeah?”

Cassian smiles and pulls you in for a kiss. “You’re a dream, honey,” he whispers against your mouth.

“So are you, love.”

[mylifeisactuallyamess]

Ooooh yes please! Thank you!

@daydreamsofren @hopeamarsu @acourtofsnakes @princessxkenobi @lemongingerart and anyone else who sees this! Sprinkling that writing dust!

driving home from a writer friends birthday party which was basically just all the writer friends coming together and writing and I got a buttload of writing done, so

Reblog to pass on the creative writing flow!!, 🤍🤍

@saturn-sends-hugs @exxasperatedauthor for you, lovelies🤍

[elmidol]

44. do you collect anything?

I do~ Kylo merch, naturally.

Mainly I collect books/manga/comics although I have a small funko collection and then all the released Disney Infinity figures (I got into it because of Star Wars). Do blankets count?

I've been aiming to collect more artwork, be it prints or stickers or journals with pretty covers.

Questions Here

[icant-breathe]

"And God created her."

[jynzandtonic]

My comfort character is Clyde 😌

I grew up in an area similar to Boone County, and there’s a familiarity about that’s so warm and inviting, like home. He’s gentle and quiet. Protective in a way that makes me feel so safe. I just can’t help but love him and find so much comfort in him.

*sigh* the quiet strength and tenderness that man has. I feel like you hit the nail on the head saying that he feels like home. Additionally, I would like to curl up in a pile of his clean warm laundry and just drown myself in his smell THATS ALL