#Matt the Radar Technician X Reader

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My love, I am begging for the tiniest crumb for Matt the Radar Tech. Anything related to him I’m so soft for. Whatever your heart desires! the sluttier the better tho— I have such a weakness.

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Matt the Radar Tech x f!Reader

word count: 1.3k

warnings: written by someone who has absolutely no fucking clue how D&D works, so PLEASE take all of this with a grain of salt. Weirdly inspired entirely by the Roll For Sandwich series on TikTok by @adventuresinardia. Filthy nerd talk, a lil’ dry humping, Nipple play, p in v sex, cream-pie (shut up, I know).

summary: Matt can’t seem to focus while introducing you to D&D.

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“Wait,” you mumble, staring at the copious sets of dice displayed across the durasteel tabletop, “You mean�� I get to choose my character?”

No amount of Jedi foresight or Sith Holocron visions could possibly explain how Matt had managed to rope you into playing Dungeons and Dragons. Of course, you always supported his hobby— but throwing yourself into a roleplaying game that you had little to no understanding of left you feeling like you were floating in dead space, even with his arms wrapped firmly around your waist to keep you rooted to his lap.

“Yup,” he nods simply, pointing to the little sheet of paper with his scratchy handwriting detailing the breakdown of each character option. “You get to choose who you wanna be.”

You swallow thickly, feeling nerves settle in the pit of your stomach. Why did this feel like a Jedi youngling choosing its first kyber crystal? A path-defining choice that sealed your fate from the beginning?

“Uhm-… Well. Who do you play as?” You ask cautiously, feeling Matt’s chin settle on your shoulder, the frame of his glasses digging into your cheekbone as you pick up the character sheet.

“I’m the DM,” Matt speaks again, matter-of-fact in that frustratingly-adorable way that makes you turn your head pointedly and give him the kind of look that simply states ‘go on’. “Oh-… Dungeon Master. I control the gameplay- kinda. Don’t sweat the rules right now, Sunshine; just pick the one that speaks to you.”

Stars, Matt’s illegible handwriting is near enough impossible to read as it is, but throwing in unknowns like ‘NPC’ and ‘entangle spells’ leaves you feeling as though someone has removed your brain's hyperdrive.

Thankfully, each character class has been given its own pros and cons table, detailing why you should and shouldn’t choose them. Matt presses delicate kisses across your neck as you read through each list, words blurring slightly when he runs his hands over your thighs.

“Uhm…” you squeak, face burning hot as you stare at the white sheet. “T-The Fighter seems like a good option?”

“Good choice,” Matt mumbles, earnest in his compliment. His palm squeezes at your hips, humming softly as he slips the other under your perfectly ironed uniform. “They’re easy for beginners.”

“Yeah? Good,” you sigh shakily, happy that you’d at least made an intelligent decision. “Did-… Did your brothers play this with you growing up?”

“Randy did,” Matt nods, cupping one of your breasts and squeezing it through the thin material of your bralette. It’s hard to focus, to give him your full attention when he rolls your nipple between his thumb and finger. “Kylo had a habit of losing his temper.”

“Oh,” you whisper, and it’s so pathetically breathy that you want to smack yourself. Trying, instead, to distract yourself from Matt’s wandering hands, you point at the number set on the table. “Do-… Do you roll the dice to make decisions?”

“Mhmm-hm,” he hums, dragging his tongue across the flat of your neck with a muffled groan. He’s so clingy today, seemingly unbothered by your sudden interest in his roleplay game as he smothers you with kisses. “-or an outcome. Roll. See what you get.”

Shakily, you scramble to capture the golden, glittery D-20 in your palm. Matt continues to traverse your body, both hands squeezing at your tits now as he grinds his hips up into you. You can feel his cock, hard beneath your ass.

Desperate to distract yourself from the growing heat in the pit of your stomach, you practically throw the die across the table. It clatters, clanging against the metal before coming to a sudden halt. The gilded ink stares right back at you, a 20 clear as day on the face pointing to the ceiling.

“Oh- I got a twenty!” You say quickly, throwing your hands up in victory. Sure, you’re not sure what it means, but surely it’s good?!

Then your stomach squeezes, erupting in butterflies because you can feel the smirk that dances across your neck. Matt’s plotting. It’s not good when he plots.

“Know what that means?” He hums, his nimble fingers popping the button of your fitted uniform trousers with ease. “Means I get to fuck you.”

His filthy mouth floods your body with heat, jaw slack as he yanks the material over your hips. “U-Uhm- I don’t think that’s in th-the rules-!”

“I’m the Dungeon Master,” Matt states pragmatically, already pushing your panties to the side and fishing his hard cock from his flight suit, “I control the game.”

The head of his cock notches your entrance, your body begging for it with how easily you take his length. He groans loudly, burying his face into the crook of your neck as you seat your hips against his, taking him fully with one easy glide of his hips. He stretches you just right the head bumping something cataclysmic inside of you in this position.

“So fuckin’ sexy when you talk D&D,” he moans in your ear, frantic hands rumpling your uniform as he tugs it over your chest to gain access to your body easier. “Turns me on.”

“I-I don’t-“ you want to tell him how you have no idea what you’re talking about, that none of it makes sense and that you’re just guessing, but he rolls his hips beneath you, and your foundations crumble. You cover your mouth quickly, muffling your moans as he fucks up into you with skilled thrusts.

“Wanna dress you as a Druid. Wanna fuck you right here on this table during a campaign,” he runs his mouth, using his grip on your hips to push you down onto his cock, reaching depths inside you that have your eyes rolling. You tilt your head back, resting it on his shoulder as he pinches your nipple, teeth worrying your neck and sucking on the tender flesh so that a bruise will peek over your collar in the morning.

Commander Ren will kill you.

“Do you think they’d mind, hmm?” Matt asks you; his voice strained as his cock twitches inside of you. “I don’t think so. Think they’d be happy to pause the game to see these pretty lips around my dick.”

“Matt-“ you choke out, feeling him tear up against something ruinous inside of you. It surges up, his filthy words spurring it on as it amplifies.

“That’s it, Sunshine. That’s it, can feel it coming,” he slurs, dipping his hand under the waistband of your underwear to bear down on your clit with the pad of his index finger. “You gonna be good for me? C’mon, give it to me.”

Your vision goes white. It sparks static, rips through you like Matt had aimed a StarKiller superweapon straight at you. You arch your back against his chest, sobbing out a slurred mix of his name and a curse as your orgasm crackles through you.

Distantly, you hear the groan of bliss as Matt drives deep inside of you, the fluttering of your cunt drawing an agonised gasp from his throat as he cums. You’re sobbing loudly, the pulse of his load filling you, surging you towards a euphoria you didn’t think was possible.

The thudding of your pulse drowns out the sounds of the StarKiller base, and when you open your eyes, you find yourself gazing at the ceiling. You’re arched awkwardly against Matt’s body, the crown of your head resting on his shoulder as you come down from your impossible high.

“Oh…” you mumble weakly, listening to his heaving breaths in your ear. Your question comes out sounding more like a wheeze. “Are-… Are you sure you’re not a wizard? Is… that even a class?”

It’s quiet at first—a chuckle. But then Matt bursts into laughter, squeezing you tight to his body as it shakes with the peals.

“Yes! Yes, it is!”

END

[upon-a-starry-night]

Star Wars Masterlist

Requests/asks are open!

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🌶= Spicy times

Series:

☆ While We Dream - Ongoing

As Kylo sleeps he finds himself mysteriously transported to your modern world, while you sleep you find yourself following alongside Kylo as he goes about his duties as “supreme leader?” who even was this guy? And why does he keep talking about ‘the force?'

☆ Forced Connections -Coming soon!

You’re working as a lowly unnoticeable technician aboard The Finalizer when you develop Force powers after an interaction with Kylo Ren. 

The new technician Matt knows a lot about The Force and you agree to let him help you hone your powers as long as he sticks to your one condition: Dont. tell. Kylo.

One Shots:

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Close Quarters

Pairings: Matt the Radar Technician x PlusSize!Reader

Summary: You love working with your childhood best friend, it’s one of the perks of your job. But dynamics shift between you as a tricky assignment forces you into close quarters.

Warnings: slight size insecurities, partial nudity, kissing

Word Count: 2.7k

A/N: This request is for @judypahtootee ! I hope you enjoy😊 It’s the first time I’ve written for Matt so let me know what you think, hopefully my interpretation of him is what you’re looking for.

Your POV

"Oh. Um — wow."

"Yeah, I know," you say, self consciously running your hands over your uniform. "This was the last one they had left. Apparently one size fits all does not mean what you think."

Matt stands in the corridor, looking dumbfounded. His glasses adorably slide down his nose, and he pushes them back up, the slightest hint of a blush covering his face. Your stomach ties into a knot. He's probably embarrassed that he has to be seen with me like this, you think. Admittedly, you've been in worse scenarios together, but none of them have involved you in a fluorescent orange uniform clinging to every part of your body.

You quickly inform him, "It's just for the day, though. The new sizes come in tomorrow."

“Oh. Good,” Matt replies, averting his eyes.

A tiny part of you winces. Your socially inept friend since childhood has never been good with words, and you know that he doesn’t mean any harm, but you can’t help but feel wounded. Quickly, you push the thought from your mind — you have a job to do, and you won’t let your insecurities get in the way of that.

“So what are we looking at?” You ask, as the two of you start down the corridor. It takes you twice as many steps to fill Matt’s lengthy ones.

“The radar array is down in the second quadrant,” Matt tells you, all business. “We need to repair the damage and then recalibrate it to ensure that it’s functioning at optimal levels.”

You nod. Nothing out of the ordinary, then.

Especially when the Surpreme Leader, Kylo Ren, had a conniption fit every time something didn’t go his way, and you were called to fix it. The damage looks the same as always — electric wires sprouted from the walls, spitting out sparks, and long, charred marks sliced through equipment like the strokes of a clawed beast. A shiver jolts through you; you never want to be on the wrong end of a lightsaber.

“Hm. Weird.”

You shake your head little. Matt has already walked into the room where the radar array is stationed, and he bends down slightly to inspect a panel on the far wall. You join him, saying, “What’s weird?”

“It’s almost as if the internal mechanisms have malfunctioned,” he mutters.

You start to protest as he slips a gloved hand behind the panel, but it falls on deaf ears as he then completely (and effortlessly) rips the panel from the wall. A shower of sparks washes over you, and you cry out in surprise. When you’re feeling brave enough to open your eyes again — ready to face whatever marring you got — you realize that Matt had used his body to shield you from most of the affects, and now your faces were precariously close.

“Oh,” you breathe, unable to help yourself.

You’ve always liked Matt. You’ve never said it aloud, of course, out of fear of ruining your friendship. He probably wouldn’t return the feelings anyway. The proximity of him initiates a fleet of TIE fighters inside of you, all taking off at once and blasting from your stomach to your chest, where they lodge in your throat and prevent you from saying anything even halfway comprehensible. You stammer.

“Are you okay?” Matt asks. His impossibly dark eyes comb over your form, lingering in the places where your illfitting uniform clings.

You intake a ragged breathe. “Fine,” you tell him. Embarrassed, you turn away from him, unable to meet his intense gaze. You clear your throat. “So what’s wrong with this thing?”

His gaze lingers on you, but you refuse to acknowledge it. After a moment, he turns, and addresses the now-missing panel; there’s a portion of the wall revealed, and behind it, a whole mess of blinking technology.

“We’ll have to fix the internal mechanisms before we can move on, or else it will all be for nothing,” he says. Matt shakes his head in disbelief.

He takes a step towards the floor to ceiling section that’s missing, but almost immediately his broad shoulders get stuck. Matt laughs, albeit nervously, and tries again, this time from the side. He makes it a little bit further this time but inevitably gets wedged between the two walls.

He holds out an arm that you yank until he’s finally free. You smile as he dusts himself off. It’s no wonder he couldn’t fit — Matt had been practically enormous since he was fifteen. The smile, and your amusement, disappears when you realize that you’ll have to squeeze.

“Oh no,” you say. “No way.”

Matt frowns. “You have to, or else we can’t repair the arrays. You know if we don’t complete this that we could potentially lose our jobs.”

You want to shoot back, “then we can get new ones,” but you’re both aware that the First Order pays ridiculously well compared to any other jobs. Neither of you can afford to lose them. Plus, you genuinely love being a radar technician and getting to work on some of the most advanced ships in the entire galaxy.

“Fine. But how do I know what to do?”

Matt replies, “I’ll tell you while you’re in there, just describe it to me. It should be simple.”

Summoning your courage, you turn sideways and slide into the missing section. You barely fit, but manage to squeeze through, relief crashing into you. The narrow section opens into a room. No smaller than a storage closet, there’s just enough space for you to turn around comfortably in.

Buttons and levers and blinking panels all stare at you.

You hear Matt’s voice, muffled slightly, “Are you okay? Do you need me —”

“I’m fine,” you tell him. You give him a quick description of what you see. “Where do I start?”

“On your left there should be a series of green buttons. Press the first one, then release the lever directly above it, that should open up a small valve behind you.”

You follow his instructions. The lever responds willingly to your touch, and then somewhere from behind you hear the familiar clink of metal hitting metal and the valve opening. Your heart soars triumphantly. “Matt, I did it! I —”

Spinning to locate the valve, there’s a ripping noise and a burst of pain as a previously unseen bolt catches your uniform and pierces your skin. You curse. Not only does it hurt like a bitch, but your uniform is stuck, keeping you from making the full turn to the valve.

Matt calls your name. “Did you adjust the valve?”

“Um, no,” you confess. “Not yet. Hold on.”

You’re desperately clawing at your back. You don’t want Matt to know what’s happened, but you can’t seem to find the bolt that’s snagged you. Your fingers scramble to loosen the piece of uniform that’s stuck, but the material refuses to part from your skin.

“What’s wrong in there?” Matt asks.

“Nothing, nothing!”

It strikes you that the only way to free yourself is to remove your top and disentangle yourself from it and the pesky bolt. You grab the bottom of your tip and lift afterward. It easily rises.

Until you pull it up and over your face.

Dread opens inside you.

The uniform is too tight to remove, and it doesn’t budge no matter how much effort it takes to pull it the remaining way off your head. You slump in defeat. Now not only are you stuck, but your whole stomach and breasts are exposed, arms stuck above your head. Luckily you’re wearing your cutest bra, but it doesn’t necessarily help the situation you’re in.

You can’t see with the material over your eyes. Huffing, you say, “Okay, I lied. There’s a problem.”

“A problem?” Matt echoes. “Are you hurt? Is everything okay?”

“I’m not hurt,” you say. Well, maybe my pride. “But, um, I’m stuck.”

“Stuck? Like on what to do next?”

Your face screws up into an expression of frustrated disbelief. “No. Um, my…my uniform got stuck on a bolt or something in here. I-I thought that just taking off my top might help but it’s so fucking tight that now I’m…stuck.”

A few moments of silence. “Are you…naked?”

“Partially?” You remark. You describe how you’re still wearing pants, thank you very much, and a bra, but your shirt is over your head. You take a deep breath. Now for the part that you wish you didn’t have to say. “I…I need you to come in here and help me.”

“What?”

“I know you can’t fit, but —”

“No, no, if you need my help then I’m coming.”

You hear him try to squeeze through the opening, grunting and cursing as he goes. He draws closer, based on the volume of his grunting and cursing, and you quickly demand, “Close your eyes! I don’t want you to see.”

“Okay. Okay.” Matt’s presence warms the space, and he can barely fit inside it with you.

A heat pools between your legs. He smells incredible, the scent flooding your senses, and his hands falter as he tries to gauge the scene with his eyes closed.

Matt’s POV

Your skin rushes beneath his fingers, soft and sweet smelling. He doesn’t mean to touch your bare stomach but he doesn’t exactly know what’s going on, or where he even is. He keeps bumping his elbows and knees against the walls.

Slowly, Matt cracks open one eye. Then another.

The top of your uniform is indeed wrenched over your head, blocking your vision. Matt’s throat bobs. His eyes hurry to take you all in, greedy, as if at any moment the sight would be taken away from him. The pants of the uniform cling to your hips and thighs, sinfully tight. He hungrily studies the soft curve of your belly, your sides, and — Oh, Stars — the tops of your breast.

The closeness of the space has them so close, basically begging him to put his mouth on them.

Before he forgets what he was sent here to do, Matt unhooks the material from the bolt, then gets to work on your top. There’s no way for him to help without touching you, and each touch drives him wild. He angles his hips so you can’t feel the hardening in his pants.

He brushes over your breasts, the delicious dip of your collar, beneath your arms — and he’s gripped with the urge to touch you everywhere and all at once. Matt clears his throat. No. You’re his friend! And you’re obviously in a vulnerable situation, it’s inappropriate to be thinking this way. Not that he hasn’t before.

Matt finally promots the shirt over your chin, and with just one more tug, you’ll be mostly free.

He stares at your lips, parted in anticipation.

Matt doesn’t kiss you, however, no matter how much he wants to. His gaze lingers there, imagining what they would feel like, and then he closes his eyes and lifts the shirt over your eyes.

Your POV

“Oh, thank Stars,” you breathe. Your eyes pop open. Matt’s remain closed as he tugs the shirt up, and you help him disentangle it from your arms.

Matt’s hulking presence consumes most of the space. You’re pressed together, basically, and at this height you’re given a perfect view of his mouth and his plush lips.

You lean forward, then stop. What were you doing? Matt would never reciprocate your feelings and you can’t kiss him, now matter how delectable his lips looked and how desperately you wanted to feel them on yours. You pull back.

“Thank you,” you tell him.

He nods. “Anytime.”

Matt’s throat bobs, and you’re transfixed by the sight. Stars, why did he have to be so damn beautiful? And why was he so close?

He nervously asks, “Now what?”

“I-I suppose you can open your eyes. I’m not sure how else we’re going to leave.”

“Are you sure?”

“Um, yeah,” you say. In a feeble attempt to cover yourself, your cross your arms over your chest. It only pushes your breasts up further, though — you’ve always been cursed with a big chest — but it’s better than nothing. “Go ahead.”

Matt opens his eyes. There’s no way you miss out on the way he looks you over, like a starving man wanting to consume what’s in front of him.

His mouth parts.

“I know,” you quickly say, filling in the awkward silence. “I’m sorry you have to see me —”

“Sorry?” One of Matt’s brows disappears nearly into his hairline. “You don’t have anything to be sorry about.” His gaze dances away momentarily but darts back as if it can’t stay away. “If anyone needs to apologize, it’s me.”

“What? Why?” He backs out of the space first and you follow, shoving him from behind.

Matt bursts from the paneling and then offers you a hand. You take it, but as he pulls you out, you end up only inches from each other.

Matt takes a deep breath. “Because I…because I looked.”

“Oh. Oh,” you say.

Your cheeks burn from a blush.

“I’m sorry, I just —”

“Well it’s not any different from right now,” you remind him. You’re still overwhelmingly undressed compared to him. Your words prompt him to examine you again, but then he quickly looks away.

“I know but…you were trusting me. And I didn’t listen. I’m sorry.”

“It’s not like you haven’t seen me before,” you tease him. “I just went from the ugly, chubby kid to the ugly, chubby adult and —”

“What?” Matt frowns. “Who said that you were ugly?”

“Well, no one has to spell it out for me,” you reply. Your voice wavers, although you wished that it wouldn’t.

Matt shakes his head. “I don’t know where you got that idea. You’re…you’re beautiful. So beautiful. I’ve always thought that, even as kids,” he adds, and this time it’s his turn to blush.

“Don’t lie,” you say.

“I’m not lying,” he replies.

A serious expression settles on his handsome features. He steps toward you, propelling you back. Your spine collides with the wall, but he keeps getting closer, trapping you. Nearly all sense of control flies out the window as he traces a finger over your cheek, down your throat, and between your breasts. The finger trails over your belly, then hooks into the front of your pants. He jerks his hand back, effectively pulling you into him so that your hips slam into each other.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he mumbles. One hand rests on your back, the other slipping behind your head. “In there, I-I couldn’t help myself. I had to look at you, to devour you. I didn’t know if I would ever get the chance to again.“

Your breath tears from your throat. His mouth is there, just hovering over yours, and his hands hold you dangerously close.

“Well,” you say, with a bravery you didn’t know you had, “what are you going to do about it?”

That’s all the prompting he needs.

Matt shoves you up against the wall again, his hand on your back cushioning the blow. Finally his lips capture yours, but the kiss is anything but delicate — his lips punish yours, rough and demanding, tongue darting out to lick your bottom lip before seeking invitation. Your mouth parts eagerly, and he continues to kiss you with the same determined passion, years and years of suppressed feelings unraveling in moments.

You can’t believe this is happening. Your hands explore him, the familiar terrain of his body now roped with muscle.

Eventually you both withdraw for a breath. “I love you,” he mutters, head still bent near yours.

“I love you,” you reply, grabbing the front of his vest. “I always have. And I always will.”

You’re not sure how long you kiss before it dawns on you that you probably need to finish repairing the damage before a supervisor comes along. Matt removes his shirt to give it to you, and you wear it gratefully. Appreciatively, you watch the muscles in his back as he works, connecting the series of freckles and moles there with your gaze.

When he’s finished replacing the panel, you both set to repairing the damage and then recalibrating the arrays. Matt smirks, and glances at you. “Does this mean that when we work together now that we’ll always be shirtless?”

[jynzandtonic]

Soooo SNL is coming up and I'm thinking about Matt the Radar Tech. Who wants to send me writing requests or "ask Matty questions" hehe?

[glassbxttless]

So I heard rumors about a Shark Enthusit Matt Solo??

The Tide

Matthew “Matty” Organa-Solo x f!Reader

summary: You finally get to meet Matt’s mom, as his girlfriend and not just a girl in his circle.

word count: 1.7k+

warnings: mentions naked bodies but nothing explicit, au alludes to an eventual emotional incest situation (a toxic mother/son relationship)

notes: this is an installment of a larger au that will be written here on my blog. a similar au is being posted to peachy and i’s shared blog.

There’s a sharp sound ringing in his ears. Matt reaches over to hit the snooze button on his alarm clock next to the bed. 7am. The morning still lays thick outside. It’s barely a sunrise, but it’s quiet and still as he sits up in his bed. He rubs his eyes and slides his glasses on. Matt rubs a palm against his chest as he stands, sauntering quietly across the hall to wash his face and brush his teeth. When he catches a glimpse of himself in the mirror, he sees the fading bruises of his last encounter with Sunny— the ones she left right over his heart and left him with their first I love you.

He brushes his hair and pulls on his hoodie, his jeans feel just a little too tight these days. He takes a glance over himself in the mirror and then he pulls his phone out to check the time. He sees the little puffer fish emoji she had sent him this morning, their unsung agreement instead of a typical good morning. It always warmed his heart to see. He’s not sure exactly when it started, but over the last month, he didn’t know a single emoticon could extract such an emotion from him.

Pensacola is a long drive from Miami, where he wishes he was right now. As much as he dislikes sleeping on Randy’s couch— his whole world is in Miami. His school, his internship, his friends, his brother, his girlfriend. But here he sits, getting himself together for a breakfast date with his mama. Normally, he wouldn’t oppose. He loves spending time with his mom. She’s his best friend. Everything he’s turned himself into has been by her hand. He’s stumbling out of the bathroom and quietly walking down the hall. Mako, the old gray tabby cat Matt brought home from a walk when he was ten, rubs against his legs as he starts the coffee pot. When he dumps a cup of food into Mako’s bowl, he takes a second to message Sunny back. The quickest I love you, he’s ever typed out. The first time he’s seen those words written. But it puts a smile on his lips when he hits send, watching Mako’s tail flit to the side as he eats.

Leia comes out of her room, wearing a dress Matt’s never seen. “Your brother and grandpa are going to meet us.” She says as she passes Matt, pouring them both a cup of coffee. Which makes Matt just nod.

He’s the youngest of Leia’s four boys. Kylo, his oldest brother— owns some big shot tattoo studio down in Orlando. Ben, he’s a prosecutor right there in Pensacola. Randy? The brother he’s closest to— his best friend. He’s smarter than Matt could even imagine, a programmer. Works at some software company in Miami. He lets Matt sleep on his couch during the week, while he attends his classes. The classes that point Matt to the best future he can imagine.

Leia marks something off the calendar and it only catches Matt’s eye for a moment. Something about calling Han. Who Matt knows fathered him and his brothers. He knows Leia gets a check from him for the smallest portion of his tuition every month. He’s never met Han, but his brothers have and his brothers have always said he’s not worth the trouble. Matt’s phone is lighting up, Sunny’s face plastering the screen. He’s eager to step away from his mother, cheeks tinged a little red when he ducks out into the hallway— “Hey Sunshine.” His voice is quiet, soft, still a bit sleepy.

And you sit quietly, leaning your elbows against your desk as you watch the wind blow the flag your window faces rapidly. “Matty.” Your voice matches his tone. Sweet and gentle and everything Matt needs. “I didn’t get to say goodnight, didn’t call me when you got in.”

“It was a long drive, bub. Just went to bed.” He says softly and bites his lip gently. He spills the thought brewing in his head for weeks. “How about you come with me next weekend? See where I actually live and formally meet my mom and everything.” He bites down on the tip of his thumb while the offer hangs in the air, but you’re quick to accept.

“yeah, okay.” Your smile is ear to ear. Happy to finally get asked back to see his family. You’ve met Leia, at one of Randy’s barbecues. But not as Matt’s girlfriend. Your hair twirls around your finger as you listen to him talk about his plans for the day. How he’s got breakfast with his mom and his brother. How he’ll video chat you tonight before he goes to bed, he swears this time. “Hey, Matty?” Your voice pitches, stopping the anger filled tangent about shark fin soup before he can start it. “I love you.” Your voice is soft as you say it, making Matt’s heart start to melt. Reminds him of last friday night in your dorm, your roommate gone for the weekend. Tucked under your duvet, your head against his chest in the dim light. Your hands intertwined as your bare skin burns hot each place they touch. It reminds him of the way you whispered I love you so quietly he wasn’t sure if you really said it at first.

His heart wants to burst in his chest but he bites his tongue as Leia turns the corner. “Matthew, we don’t have all day.” It’s a quick jab, but she smiles as she says it— walking over to slide on her shoes.

Matt sighs heavily, “Sunny, I have to go. But I'll call tonight. I promise.” He makes the declaration again before he hangs up. A smile on both of your faces. And Matt makes quick work of finishing his morning routine, washing his face and getting dressed as he drinks the coffee Leia had poured for him. He even brushes out his hair and debates on pulling it up before sending a quick snap to you, counting down the seconds to the following weekend.

Rushing out the door, settling himself into the passenger seat of Mama Solo’s car— he smiles. It’s a thirty minute drive to the restaurant closest to Ben’s firm. The one they always meet at for breakfast. “Ma?” Matt’s voice sounds hesitant, making Leia take the quickest glance at him.

“Yes?”

“I was just… I was doing some thinking.” He starts to fiddle with that little beaded bracelet he’s been wearing since your first date. “I think I’d like it if you met the girl I’ve been seeing… you know? Things are getting pretty serious and I…” he shrugs. “If you’d be okay with that.”

“Of course I’d be okay with that.” Leia says softly, smiling over at him. “If you’re happy that’s all that matters, Matthew… but…” Her smile falters for just a moment. “Those college girls, I wouldn’t… Are you sure this is serious?” She asks, not really meaning anything harmful by it. But the way Matt recoils, suggests he takes it that way.

“I’m very sure.” Matt is quick to offer up the statement, omitting the part about giving you his virginity, his first real kiss, his first relationship. You were his first everything and he’s so serious about you. Doesn’t want things to change and he’s desperate to make sure his mom knows that.

“Just worried about you and those girls in Miami is all.” Leia waves it off and Matt sighs heavily. Randy had warned him of this happening. “I’d love to meet her, Matthew, if she’s someone you’re serious about.”

“She is.” Matt just nods, eyes drifting towards the window. “Next weekend. I’m bringing her when I come home next weekend… Gonna stay in my room.” Matt explains and Leia can’t help but take her turn to nod, just as nervous as he was. Even more so when Matt admits his girl was Randy’s girlfriend’s best friend. “Randy’s how we met, Ma.”

You pack a bag for the weekend as Matt paces your dorm. He’s got his keys in his hand, nervous but excited. Happy to finally have you coming home with him. You pull your bag over your shoulder and smile at him reassuringly. “Listen, my mom is… she’s feeling weird about this.” Matt says softly, “I know I’ve said it before and I know you’ve met. But you met as Randy’s friend. You know? Not my girlfriend and she’s going to be so much worse.” Matt starts to ramble and you place a hand on his cheek.

“It’s going to be fine.” You whisper softly. “We’ve got almost a ten hour drive ahead of us, bub. You don’t need to stress yourself out before we’re even there.” You mention and he nods, agreeing with you. You hold his hand almost the entire ride. Switching seats every few hours, you listen to Matt tell you about his research lab on Black Tip Reef Sharks— how this week he’s gonna be able to get in the cage with them. You watch as the closer you get to Pensacola— how the nerves that have been keeping him up at night begin to creep back.

Matt and Leia had agreed to have this first meeting over dinner. Just the three of them. And Matt takes a deep breath when he parks the car, right next to the SUV that has Pensacola Catholic High School stickers plastered across the back. Matthew Solo: class of 2019– complete with scuba diver above, Randall Solo: class of 2016, paired with a trumpet, Benjamin: class of 2013, you now know he was a high school soccer player from the sticker, and Kylo Solo: class of 2009, with another soccer ball. You smile softly, Matt has always said she was proud of her kids and she is. But you’re watching Matt as he looks his mom’s car over, catching her eye in the driver’s seat. He waves quietly, watching as she gets out of her car. “Here we go,” He whispers as he exits, walking around the car to open your door all while Leia watches.

You feel your cheeks begin to heat up as Matt reaches for your hand to help you stand. He kisses your head and walks over to Leia, hugging her as tightly as he could. He introduces the two of you quietly, his own cheeks turning the brightest shade of pink as Leia pulls you into the tightest hug you could imagine. “It’s nice to finally meet you properly.” She makes a point to squeeze your arm which finally helps Matt to relax and allow himself to think this is going easier than he had hoped.

tags ;; @peachyproserpina

[juniperwoodwell]

ADCU Prompt list

•Characters I will write for.

Adam Sackler:

Flip Zimmerman:

Phillip Altman:

Kylo Ren:

Matt the Radar Technician:

•Now that you've admired all the pics here's the list:

"Loving you is never a task, It's a privilege."

"Move, you're on my side of the couch."

"Is that really all you got?"

"Come on, you can do better than that."

"You're boring me."

"I expected more."

"Is this what I was called for? You?"

"Do you want me to slow down for you?"

"Of course, it hurts dipshit."

"I knew you could do it! I'm so proud of you!"

"Say it, you love me."

"Why would I want someone else?"

"Don't push me away."

"Look me in the eyes this time and tell me say you don't feel anything for me."

"Are you insane! You're soaking wet!" "I don't care, I had to see you."

"Why me?" "Why not you?"

"Do you love me?" "More than death."

"You said you wanted to talk?" "Yeah...It can wait, Though. Enjoy your date."

"No, you can stay. I don't mind."

"Did you get me flowers?" "It was for decoration." "...In my room?"

"We live together! If he doesn't like me back, I could mess everything up!"

"You're coming over? Bring me coffee, I ran out."

"Of course, you're my ATM, who else is going to give me money and not expect it back?"

"My hands are cold." "Is that a pick-up line?"

"You're my happy place." "Don't get cheesy on me."

"I would push you in front of a train if murder wasn't illegal."

"Why are you crying!?" (Angry.)

"Is that it!? You're giving up!?"

"Living without you is not an option."

"She's fine, She's just dramatic."

"Turns out you're no better than your father,"

"You should go."

"We can't do this."

"I love you, but we can't be together, I'm not a good person. I'll only drag you down."

"Get in, we're going on a ride,"

"Don't treat me like a fool." "Then don't act like one."

"Stop acting like people don't like you. Because they do."

"If you snore, I'm hitting you."

"You don't want me? Fine. I see no reason to stay."

"Fuck off, I want to cry by myself." "You want pizza with that?"

"You reek of jealousy."

"You have nothing to be proud of?"

Go easy, you're carrying my child."

"You're cute." "What did you just say?" "I said you look like a boot."

Affection is disgusting. Do it again."

"Are we gonna talk or are you just gonna sit there and sulk?"

"Hold my hand you dumbass."

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A Stuffy Called Geb Chapter 1

Masterlist

Summary: It was your turn to help train Matt , and as usual the kylo fanatic was quick to bring up the magnificent supre leader, who you actuallyheld in high regard yourself. Bonding ensues, but you might have gotten a little too comfortable with Matt and over shared some personal embarrassing details about yourself. But it could be worse? I mean it wasnt like the leader of the first order was going to find out or anything... Right?

Warnings : DDLG, Age play, Anxiety, fluff, homour, swearing, closet little trying to make a friend.

A/N: so i cant get the idea of daddydom!kylo finding a little hidden within his ranks. I love ddlg dynamics and really do think kylo has a soft nurturing side thag in canon he hates. But what if he had an outlet? One single person he could fawn over to get it out of his system so he can be a hard ass on everyone else?

Wordcount: fairly short for me.

You entered the break room, cautiously crossing the space making sure to wav out of everyones way lest you become the butt of another joke. You managed to arrive at your destination; the caf pot. You moved quickly grabbing a fresh cup silently praying there was some actual caf left on the pot, and that it was still warm. Luck had to be on your side as the pot poured hot fresh caf into you cup.

"Oh thank the stars for that" you muttered before moving to place the pot back down. Only to pause when another cup emerged from behinde you. You yelped slightly, not hearing anyone creep up beside you, and nervously turned hoping it wasnt one of the bullies you unfortunately had to work with. But you were pleasantly surprized. Instead of a Jake or his little posse of ass kissers and assholes there stood the tall handsome yet clumsy newbie called Matt.

You flicked your gaze up faltering slightly. You drew a deep breath. Oh yeah you had Matt with you today. Not that you minded, you just werent the most social. But then again years of torment and bullying by your peers would do that to you. You calmed yourself somewhat and craned your head up higher and higher realising once again just how over whelmingly big he was. He was huge, in every aspect. You smiled up at him trying desperately not to screw up a chance to possibly make a freind.

"M-morning Matt. Caf?" You offered whilst busying yourself popping three sugars into your caf and stirring. Matt eyed you carefully before nodding quietly.

"Morning, yes caf please." he answered in his usuall awkward yet slightly demanding tone. But his eyes locked onto you, staring at you intently, a slight quirk to his brow. You smiled anxiously youd worked with Matt only once and that was when youd found him abandoned by karen in the corridor and decided to help him fix the little blunder he'd made on the calcinator.

"So i dont know if youve been told already, but today your with me" you anounced quickly pouring out a cup for him and handed it over trying to ignore anxiety building inside of you. You really didnt want to mess up and have another colleague laughing at you behinde your back. You had to act normal. Just be calm and normal.

"Oh good, i want to avoid Karen" he added following you away from the caf pot to let the others get to it. You flicked your gaze around noticing the others were sending you side eyes and smirking at you. Clearly they were waiting for you to make a fool of yourself as usual.

"We all do. Shes err, difficult. Well we dont have much for today but you sir are a lucky duck~ we are working in the rear star destroyer dock today and the finaliser is finally scheduled to dock there. Isnt that cool? Were gonna see her come in" you babbled nerves getting the better of you. He always made you nervous, he wasnt like he seemed? He had a strange aura. Powerful, stern, authoritative. He felt like a; no. No way. There was no way Matt was one of those. But god he was definitely huge enough to make you feel little. Fuck. That was a dangerous thought, now all your going to imagine is how easily he could man handle you if you were a brat. Shit.

"You like the finaliser?" Matt asked following you out of the break room grabbing your tool bags from the small cubbies by the door. You looked down and shrugged embarrassed by the way he said it. He'd noticed your odd enthusiasm.

"Yeah, sorry i get too excited. Ever since i was a kid I'd wanted to see a star destroyer." You uttered twiddling your fingers in the strap of your bag.

"So do you like star destroyers in general or just the finaliser?" He asked this time in a less abraisive tone. He sounded careful, gentle. Nothing like the matt youd seen before now. You looked at him confused by the change but offered him a small smile.

"All of them i suppose, growing up stories of the old empires fleet and stuff? I could never get my head around them. Their just so huge and stuff; even now i get excited just seeing them" you explained slightly dejected knowing youd made a fool of yourself. But still a little thrown off by his change in demeanour. He seemed to back off? The stern prickly aura tht surrounded him mellowed out. It was nice, like he was reassuring you in some unspoken way.

You couldnt help glancing up at him nervously, trying to figure him out. If anything he didnt seem to mind your small outburst, he just carried on wth the conversation as you both walked the halls towards the elevators like getting over excited was a normal thing in the first order. You flicked your gaze away quickly before he caught you staring. Fuck. He didnt look like he thought less of you for getting all giddy over something so small.

"I understand that. They are awe inspiring, an engineering marvel" Matt's lip quirked ever so slightly when you perked up again beaming up at him bouncing back from your self doubt quickly.

"Exactly! We might even see her dock if we're lucky; did you know its the first time shes coming in to dock since the supremacy? Shes never been on the supernova before" you chirped happily scanning your pass at the faster maintenance elevator.

"Soo you take this rag and slip it over the clamp and just pop it here... no this way, remember righty tighty... your right; thats it. Then that way the pannel cant spring back and catch your fingers" you explained leaning over to hold the spring loaded sliding door back out of matts way so he could place a clamp in front of it.

"Huh... Thats alot easier" he uttered with a grunt as you released the hatch door letting it meet the clamp and stay open without risking any fingers.

"I take it the others didnt show you that trick?" You sighed with a frown as he marveled at the now secure hatch door for a second.

"No, i caught my fingers alot see?" He growled, one eye twitching in irritation before holding his hands up showing you a few nasty bruises and small cuts where these finger death traps had clearly pinched him. You winced hissing through your teeth

"They are all bullies, dont let it get to you. They think their hot shit because they work on the supernova now. But like its not that hard you know? Its a big ship they need tonnes of us here. Personally I'd rather work on her" you reassured him with a light pat on the arm before flicking your eyes to the huge ship that was docked no more then forty feet from you.

You shook your head, shoving the longing from your mind before peeking into the hatch useing your torch to dig around for the problem.

"Ah. Jakes handy work." You uttered spying the issue. A lower voltage cable haphazardly bridging two connectors. Luckily you had some of the correct sized wire spare this was a common issue.

"Hmm? How do you know that?" He asked with a frown not likeing the way you didnt sound surprized by a mistake. Like this was a regular occurrence.

"He always uses this for everything. This sector needs thicker cables for the higher voltages going to the star destroyers. He doesnt like carrying it down here because... well im not sure why to be honest" you explained moving over to show him the problem wire. You ended with a shrug but pulled back from the hatch to dig around in your bag.

"All we have to do it replace this small section and it shouldnt short anymore, lets get to it" You said over your shoulder as you began pulling things out of your bag to get to the replacement wire.

"Now see these wires are already stripped? We just smoosh them together and then twist, it makes the most reliable connection... good job! Now we tape it" you instructed watching Matt work the electrical components and secure it in place. Luckily Matt had picked up alot on the job and had not only disconnected the useless wire, but replaced the connecters either end just to make sure everything worked.

"So why are the others so nasty to you?" He asked out of the blue as he tightened the two screws securing the plastic safety cover on the open wires. You stuttered at him before shaking your head deciding to pretend you didnt know what he was talking about. But he sat up fixing you with a single look making you feel like a kid caught in a lie.

"The others, they avoid you unless they are tormenting you. Why? You seem... competent and pretty harmless, actually nice" he pried again this time not giving you any room to deny or deflect. you sighed defeated, slumping on the spot feeling pretty pathetic.

"You noticed that? Well they are bullies" he frowned at that it was the second time youd called them that. This time he was determined to get to the bottom of it,his eyes grew colder. You shuddered. This man? There really was something about him. Something completely feral yet contained? He just had something dangerous about him. But not in a 'im big and we both know i could crush you' way. It was? Darker, refined, pronounced. Honed.

"But why?" He coaxed again, his voice growing sharper. You got the distinct feeling he wasnt used to asking a second time. And most certainly never had to repeat himself a third time.

You swallowed dryly feeling a tense curiosity grow between you both. He wasnt going to drop this, you might aswell tell him so he can laugh at you and be done with it.

"A few things, as you noticed i tend to get excited quickly, sometimes i say things without thinking? They also know about my past failures... And well they found out about my hobby and i became a joke" you trailed off hoping he'd get the hint from your vague answers and leave the conversation there. But he didnt instead he seemed to perk up his gaze intensified.

"Hobby? Not many people still have hobbies in the first order?"

"I know its sad right? Just because we work here doesnt mean we gotta be a bunch of faceless boring old farts" you covered your mouth quickly but the words hd already escaped. Fuck, why are you like this? The one time you could really use a thought to mouth filter it failed again.

"So whats your hobby?" You did a double take before frowing confused. Why did he care?

"I err well i make clothes for dolls and stuff" you mumbled, mixing your words a little bit. Some part of you still waring you this was a bd idea nd he was just going to make fun of you for it. The other more submissive part reasoning he wasnt the type to be refused.

"Dolls?" you cringed at his tone, he didnt sound creeped out, or as if he was about to laugh in your face but he sounded off? Strained? As if he'd been anticipating something like that but had hoped youd say something different.

"Yeah it started when i was a kid... When the first order took over my home planet the the job market crashed especially when the first order began conscripting kids" you paused for a moment gauging his reaction before deciding you should elaborate more.

"There wasnt many options for anyone i got conscripted but I failed the physicals and at the time couldnt read so failed the IQ tests. But my reaction time was quick so they wanted to train me as a pilot but i got terrible motion sickness. In the end they said i was useless and dumped me back home. I failed to be worthy of any resources" you recounted trying your best not to sound pathetic or depressed. But honestly being dumped back home for being useless really did a number on your self esteem for a good few years.

"The only other careers i could try once home were prostitution, serving girl, seamstress or try to abandon the planet and join the resistance. I became a seamstress because it meant i could learn to read patterns and stuff. Luckily because of my small hands i was ideal for making clothes for infants and smaller races" you added proud of your achievements. Although they were small you had done it all by yourself, no schooling or first order academies. Just you in your tiny bunk studying at night.

"But how do you get from illiterate seamstress to first order engineer?" Surprisingly the question didnt sting, nor was it harsh. He seemed invested in hearing how you actually ended up here. It was flattering in a way.

"Oh i had to learn to read as part of my apprenticeship; for patterns and stuff then i learned how to fix the machinery in the warehouses, i was the best person for the job because again small hands" you giggled raising your smaller then average hands and wiggled your fingers at him.

"I could reach where others couldnt when the sewing and press machines died. Then the first order came back to the planet looking for those with mechanical skills, they were desperate. We were taken to the supernova in its early days; just after snoke died and the commander becme supreme leader. I was trained up to keep things running smoothly while the more senoir engineers were sent to the more technical sectors" you ended your tale there wasnt much to say after that, youd gone through training and been assigned to your sector.

You moved to the open hatch and began loosening the clamp prompting matt to catch the door and let it slide shut without capturing your fingers.

"And why did the others laugh at you? I mean you just make clothes?" He pried not letting you escape his initial question.

"Yeah... its everything really? They already think Im too childish and get mysel upset or excited easily. Then they found out about Geb." You grunted, cursing yourself for letting Gebs name slip through knowing that this was going to be the point he began to ridicule you.

"Geb?" You nodded without looking up at him while making yourself busy by collecting your toold and playing your own game of tetris tryingnto fit everything neetly back into your bag

"Yes he is... he's a small bear stuffy, i brought him with me to remind me of home and i make all my outfits for him and dress him up. I made him little first order uniforms and tropper armour and stuff."

"You dress him up in uniform?" He asked his face breaking out into a grin. Though you couldnt tell if he was trying not to laugh or not.

"Yeah but not just officers and stuff; hey you like the supreme leader right? I did him" you changed the topic quickly, hopeing bringing up the man would send Matt into a kylo ren ted talk and get yourself out of the metaphorical hot seat.

"You made geb a kylo ren uniform?" He reiterated slowly as if needing to say it to let it sink in. You eyed him curiously waiting to see if he was offended on the commanders behalf or not. But when he finally chuckled you relaxed before gushing over the small bear you loved.

"Yeah i even did a little light saber too and and his helmet is removable and a little hood on his cloak oh oh and he has his little belt but the best part is his little fluffy ears poke out through his mask and stuff he is so cute, Geb's lived in it since i made it" you cooed letting yourself getting carried away explaining the little outfit youd spent almost a week creating. Matt beamed at you nodding along encouraging you, enjoying the show of pure innocent adoration. But stunned you into silence as he cut through all the talk with one single question.

"You think kylo ren's cute?"

You sputtered quickly glowing red as the huge man chuckled down at you almost cooing sweetly in a very un-matt way. Clearly something about all this had tickled him pink. He looked pretty smug actually. Good lord you hope he wasnt really freinds with the big man, youd die if any of this got back to him.

"Wha; err no. I err i dont err well maybe? I've never seen him in person; not close up anyway but i? I suppose he's probably cute; handsome? I dont think he'd like the word cute but handsome is good i suppose? But I meant Geb is cute... his fluffy little ears poke out the top of his kylo mask" you began scratching at your head lightly, trying to figure out how to get out of this with at least a shred of dignity. If that was even possible. It took your around three seconds to start talking yourself in circles nervously, your thoughts warning you not to insult your beloved leader 1. Incase matt lost his cool about it like he did at lunch the other day and 2. Well if matt was close to the kylo? Youd rather the leader of the first order knew you thought he was hot instead of cute.

"What do you think about kylo ren? You must like him to make an outfit for Geb" ah theres the matt you know and love. Thank god you thought youd lost him for a second there.

"Well yeah. I think he is a good leader, hes a smart tactician and skilled. Hes an astounding pilot and a frightening warrior;"

"You think he's frightening?" You frowned at the indignation in matts tone, the way he tensed and became clearly aggravated made you falter, why was he offended?

"Well dont you? He's so soo big, but then again so are you so you probably dont think he is scary; but to me your both soo huge!" You questioned blinking up at him curiously. Wasnt Matt scared of the supreme leader? Didnt he hear all the stories? You quickly grew uneasy with the mans simmering stare and tried to diffuse the situation by making a little comparrison between him and kylos impossible hieghts waving your hand at him animatedly. He finally cracked a smirk before tipping his head to the side .

"Your scared of my size?" He teased with a chuckle.

"No, i mean i was at first but now im not. You wont hurt me. But Kylo might if i annoy him and well most people think im annoying. But he is really scary he's stupid strong and people say he gets angry super quick and it just... he is really scary to me. i mean people chuckle about the way he says he is going to surpass darth vader but i think he already has in his own way" your words continued, thoughts and opinions on the commander that youd never shared with anyone pouring from you. You werent a fangirl but you did understand alot more of the subtleties that whent hand in hand with the commander and his abilities.

"You do? How?" Matt was quick to ask, he seemed eager to hear everything you had to say. As if he were glad someone else shared his love of the commander.

"His saber. Its all erratic and static-y, people can laugh about it. But that just shows they have no clue to what it takes to do something like that. That kyber crystal? Its gotta be cracked or something." You explained letting your theory out. Youd never really had anyone to explain this too before. It was actually nice to talk about so ething other than work a.nd food for a change

"How do you know about kyber?" You finched back at the sudden cold demanding tone. Warning? Threat? No, something else. Defensive. but your not sure why?

"I grew up on stories of the old empire. My grandpa was an inquisitor, i know the red sabers are made with bloodied angry kybers" you shrugged trying to play off the uneasy feelings matt gve you.

"You know not even vaders rage and hate managed to damage his kyber crystal. So for Ren to... the power it took to do that?" You spoke up again trying to make him perk up and snap out of the eerie calculating gze he had trapped you in. Luckily praising the commander seemd to do the trick. Thnk god, matt was a big guy, he was scary when his mood soured.

"Exactly! Its about time someone understood!" you grinned as mtt beamed down at you with an oddly fanatic look bout him. He relly did love to commander... it was almost creepy. But he was brightening up gain so you run with it.

"He's already got more going on then lord vader did. I just hope people dont manipulate him like its said they did with lord vader. Ren could be so much more. I mean as long as people dont mess with his head and stuff he'll finish what lord vader started, he has more drive." You summrised, in all honestly it was all true. Atleast in your mind, and thats not to sy you worshipped the ruler, well not like Matt seemed to anyway. But you did hold lot of respect and helthy amount of fear for the man. You secretly hoped youd never come face to face with him, youd probably die from a heart attack.

"You sound like you care for him despite your fear?" You faltered for a moment mulling over his words. You hummed for a moment contemplating your reply. Not just to keep him happy, but also genuinely cpnsideringnthe truth to hois statment. Finally you nodded to the huge man.

"I do. I mean I've never met him, if i did id either wet myself or he'd kill me for doing something stupid... like wetting myself probably" you chuckled trying to add a little humour, wanting to hopefully change the subject soon. You didnt exactly want to get caught gossiping about kylo. The last thing you needed was to give him an excuse to peak inside your mind, god knows what he could find...

"I dont think he'd kill you. You admire and respect him, he'd see that" Matt held your gaze leveling you with a stare, serious conviction that was sobering. Your demeanour changed once more uncertainty washing through you as his eyes bore into you. It was enough to make your head ache. But you ignored the light pressure of an oncoming head pains to continue your playfull facade.

"Like in my head? Oh god thatd be terrible what if he saw Geb? Or worse what if he found out i think hes good looking under that mask and has a gorgeous butt?" You panicked playfully, flushing at the small nugget of truth hidden in your teasing. You breathed a sigh of relief as the pressure receded in a stuttered jagged reversal.

"You've been staring at the commanders butt?" Why did he sound so smug about that? Unless he swings that way? oh maybe thats it? Matt had a crush on him~ that was actually quite sweet.

"Yeah, have you seen the man climb into the silencer? Thats the best butt in the first order! Besides toffee face had the old gnarled and ugly covered right? And huckleberry has the pale and sickly outer rim orphan thing going on, so kylos gotta be the young and handsome" you blushed as Matt suddenly boomed a laugh, holding his stomach as he lost himself in his belly laugh. You watched queitly, you got the feeling he didnt get a laugh very often. It made you feel a little sense of pride knowing youd given that to him.

"Did you just call Snoke toffee face?" He uttered chuckling between words still trying to compose himself. But even when he managed to cease the laughter his grin stayed across his face lighting up his handsome features, almost giving him life eyes sparkling with something youd not noticed in them before.

"Yeah... err dont tell anyone about that; especially the supreme leader and you most definitely cant tell him about geb, or that he has a cute butt! Pinky promise?" You rubbed the back of your neck nervously before perking up again and held out your pinky. You froze as you did so feeling embarrassed at showing such childish behaviour. But instead of being put off he smirked down at you, tipping his head forward, raising a hand to hover next to yours.

"Sure, but only if I get to see geb dressed up as kylo" he anounced lowering his voice as he inched forward locking eyes with you. You could only manage to look him in the eye for a few seconds before blushing again brighter and avert your eyes, focusing on the vast open space of the docking bays behinde him.

"Err sure but only if you dont make fun ok? Its bad enough with the others" you mumbled aprihensively nodding to him.

"I wont make fun of you, its nice to see someone recognise our leaders greatness, you idolise him enough to create an efergy of him. Its cute" He smirked curling his pinky around yours sealing the deal with a little shake of pinkies.

Kylo couldnt help the way his body warmed as his mind began twisting itself around the idea of you. This little promise was much more then you realised, he was swearing to himself youd become his. It was only a matter of time.

He couldnt stop. He couldnt erase you from his mind. The tiny naive technician he'd spent the day with. It was rare for him to be so drawn to someone. But you? You admired him, and understood his greatness more then most, understood him more than even he could ever imagine. You belived in him, worshipped him! It had taken everything in him not to reveal himself then and there. To tell you how right you were, how smart he thought you were. But he hadnt. He'd simply left the shift with a spring in his step. The knowledge that someone as sweet and innocent aboard the ship actually respected him was enough to make him giddy. And he didnt get giddy. He'd quickly brought the undercover project to an end after that. Not wanting to endure another day with irritating jobs worths and bitching. And he was far to tempted to smuggle you into the safety of his own chambers. Word got out about the whole thing, and that Matt was actually kylo. Some people suspected as much but by that point he didnt care. He was too wrapped up with thoughts of his tiny technician.

He had suspicions on the type of woman you were. Shy, sweet kind and open hearted. But naive and excitable a childlike quality. something he adored and secretly craved. There was something that pulled him to such a woman. He'd dabbled in erotica, reading up on all types of fantasies during those odd few years after escapeing to the darkside. Suddenly he was free to explore in that respect. Reading kink, watching porn on the holonet and having his first few sexual encounters. He thought it was strange but it was the careing aspect of control he craved more then anything. He had odd tastes in sex had lead him to almost abstinence. He liked being called daddy, loved being much larger then his partner. Feeling needed, having soemone obey him because they trusted him to make the right decisions. He needed someone to be his entirely, someone to absolutly adore him and listen. Someone fun who could brighten up his days. He just wanted one person to give themselves to him entirely without an ulterior motive. But it was difficult to find such a woman aboard the supremacy, they all had plans to ensnare him in some stupid plot to fame and fortune or worse. Children. Sure he was aware oneday he'd have to continue his legacy but not now, not in the middle of a god damned war!

But here he may have found what he was truley looking for in you. He wanted a permanent lover, sweet, small and genuinely innocent. You were unique a gentle somewhat clumsy person with little quirks, enough little quirks for him to wonder if you were indeed a little. He was no expert, he'd only ever really seen and played with littles in the clubs he and his knights frequented when the stress of the military got too much. But you were sending all the signals, maybe he just needed to take the reigns and give a few sharp tugs to snap you into little space. From the looks of it, you wouldnt need much coaxing. Well unless nerves got in the way but a few swift trips over his knee and some playful swats would probably be enough to stop any denile.

The anticipation that quivered inside of him, shook him to his core. Sweet, small, naive and breakable. A little. Fuck. A little here of all places?! Double fuck. Now was not the time to find that kind of gem! But then again who was he to kick a gift horse in the mouth? For such a rarity to wind up here of all places and land in his lap like that must be a sign from the universe? You must be a reward, you were perfect! And you were his. He just had to draw you in. He needed a reason to see you, a reason to get you to his chambers. And then he just had to keep you there.

[ungravity12]

My Roman Empire 🥹

[venushasvixens]

Intern Work (Randy the Intern x Reader One Shot)

[A/N] Soooooo in honor of May the Fourth, I had made a small little one shot for my favorite of the Adam Driver’s SNL characters. I had a lot of fun making this, lol. May the Fourth be with y’all, happy Star Wars day! 

“Hello. I’m Randy.”

You looked up from your seat, stopping your scroll through your reports and focusing on the new intern in front of you.

“Umm, hello. Can I help you?” You said, powering down your screen.

“Y-yes. I seem to be new to this, uh, department and I was given a list of tasks to do until the big meeting.” He said, his tan hair popping out from underneath his beanie and grey space vest. “You know the big meeting, the big one. The one that Supreme Leader Kylo Ren is attending?”

You took a glance at the galactic film crew following behind him and glanced back at him. “Yes, I am. Personally I am not attending but I am aware of the importance.”

“Good!” He said loudly and looked around, scraping his fingernails against the rim of the holopad by his side. His eyes darted back to you and you politely smiled, having an idea of who it was. Maybe it would get you out of this department and actually into a real meeting.

“Did you need help with your list?” You said, standing up from your chair and straightening your uniform.

“I seem to be a little confused by who is who on here. It says mail in Sector 2-A, and beverage handout in fuel invoices.” He got quiet for a second. You looked up to see him shaking so slightly, his lips a thin line. “Sarlacc milk is fucking digusting.”

You nodded and gulped, your eyes meeting the giant camera lens.

“So can you help me?” He said, clearing his throat. “Can you help me, (Y/N), assistant communicator in Comms?” He eyed your name tag and stared at your face intently.

“Absolutely.” You said, looking back at your screen that was full of reports and quotas to meet at a certain time. Oh well, you had a feeling it wasn’t going to be that big of a reprimand.

- 

“He’s Kylo Ren, isn’t he?”

- 

You pointed to the names on the varying packages, mail to almost every department. “Look, we’re in Sector 1-B, we have to go all the way to Sector 2-A. That’s almost on the other side of the entire Destroyer.”

“We barely put a dent in these.” He pointed to his side satchel, breathing in deeply. “Don’t you think we could’ve done this in an email?”

“Tell me about it.” You mumbled, flipping through the names and locations. “Okay so I got this sorted out, this half is to Sector 2-A and the other is to Sector 1-C. To get more ground, you go one and I’ll go through another. They are right beside each other, but there’s seems to be a gap between both places, and the only transport is for First Order suits-“

“Oh look at this.” Randy held up a badge with a scanner that would get you anywhere in the ship. “As an intern, I got access to such transport. Isn’t that helpful?”

“It sure is.” You smiled. You took it from his hand and marched towards the opposite direction that Randy was going. “I’ll see you in a minute, buddy.”

You looked back as Randy’s shoulders tensed, hearing the small words of “I’m no one’s buddy” and balled fists. Maybe that wasn’t the best thing to do, but he was really giving himself away. But it was Randy the intern, who did all the bitch jobs and did everyone’s latte orders. The camera crew ran with him and left you to your deliveries.

You sent a comm with Randy, telling him you were done with your deliveries. “Now I believe all that we have left is caf?”

“Unfortunately.” He said, hearing the sound of something sizzling in the background.

“You alright, Randy?”

“Just ran into a little problem. But hey, I got it all figured out.” You heard the small shoop of what you could deduce was a lightsaber descending back into the hilt. You pressed your lips together, blinking rather hard at the walls as you tried to figure out whether this really could get you a pay raise or not.

Your boss was in Sector 2-A, so that probably wasn’t going to be a possibility.

“Caf! Where am I meeting you?”  

- 

“We forget one latte and I’m getting rodded by his lightsaber, I just know it.”

- 

You double checked the orders, making sure each one was accounted for and made with the right ingredients. It was a nice look at the better quality of caf in the upper levels, since the standard cup of drip could hold you over in the small office space that

“Did you check for the extra sarlacc milk?”

The prolonged grunt was a “yes” and the gag from Randy was good enough for you. “Good. Let's get going.”

After a painstakingly long process of passing out lattes as the higher ups discussed all they could bring to the meeting, who they hoped was going to be there, and what was the conclusion of their findings. You stood in the back as you finished passing out the drinks in your holder and watched as the camera crew trailed Randy.

“And now for our Supreme Leader Kylo Ren, who will be attending. So, for appearances purposes be sure to present the most professional version of yourselves-“

“Exactly! Exactly.” You heard from Randy, who nodded and looked around the room again. “I bet Kylo Ren would love to see that from all of you.”

“…Carrying on-“

“You know what Kylo Ren would also love to see?” Randy intervened. “Motivation and diligence. Bring that and we got ourselves a meeting.”

“And who are you?” The sector leader asked, bending over and looking at his name tag. “Thanks for the insight, Randy, who I’ve never seen before. Thanks for the latte, the door is that way.” He pointed over to the door, a short snort coming out of his mouth.

Your eyes snapped to Randy, who stared down the sector leader. You looked at the camera and just shook your head really soft yet quickly.

“You and your intern, whose uniform doesn’t belong on this floor. Go away, goodbye, farewell-“

The sector leader's head snapped in the opposite direction, falling onto the ground. The room was silent and still, and you definitely glared into the camera, raising your eyebrows.

“Oh no. I think he needs help.” Randy said in the most monotone voice.

“I think he’s the one who got the extra sarlacc cream.”

“Someone else is going to have to call that medic then.” He said, walking out of the room. You trailed behind, following Randy as he walked down the hallway.

“Is there anything else I can help you with?” You asked, head tilted.

“No. But tell me.” He turned to face you, eyes looking down on your smaller figure. “Are there any happenings around your workplace that feel..outdated or intimidating?”

You honestly thought for a second, putting aside the image from earlier. “I don’t feel that I am respected enough for the work that I do. But, uhhh, I don’t think I can talk to my boss about it.”

“Why not? A boss is supposed to communicate and reach out to employees for all their workplace needs.” He added.

“Well because he’s dead.”

“Ah.”

“Yup.”

“I understand.” He sucked in air between his teeth. “As for the main boss upstairs, is there anything else you would like to add or say?”

You gulped again, wondering if this was a trick question. “I just want to tell him that he’s doing the best that he can with the circumstances given to him, and that we are rooting for him down in communications. And if he needs any assistance, then I’m sure that his intern can relay the message from me. I’m always happy to help.”  You smiled, taking note of the glint in Randy’s eyes. His lips turned up into a small smile.

“Am I able to say that on camera?”

“Any time.” He said, softening his look. “Well! I’ll be sure to let him know. I’ll see you around, (Y/N) in communications.”

“I had fun. See you around, buddy.” You saw him stopped again, and just nodded to himself before taking off with the camera crew right behind him. You traveled back to your desk, and started your reports again, your little life having remembered the nice yet frightening adventure just moments before.

“It got me out of my seat for a few hours, so I really enjoyed the time I had. Didn’t know interns had it that hard.”

“Is there anything else you would like to add before we go?”

“Uhhh, is Randy really who I think he is-“

“We can’t give that out.”

“Heard, gotcha. Um, well it was fun. And I hope the meeting went well, and I hope the Supreme Leader had a good time.” You smiled, then looked down at your mini comms on your wrist. You read the message and closed it immediately, smiling.

[Randy has informed The Supreme Leader of your hard work and professionalism today. For this, the Supreme Leader has request your presence in the upper level cafe, 1900 hours tonight.]

“What was that?” The interviewer asked. “Anything from today?”

“Oh nothing. I just got a little date, that’s all.” You beamed. “I’m sorry, what was the question?”

- 

[A/N] I want to make a part 2, it was so fun! 

[chaostheoryy]

The Masterlist of Reader Inserts

Remember, not all readers identify as women or use she/her pronouns (myself included). In order to make stories more accessible to people of all gender identities, I ask that you try to keep your requests gender neutral whenever possible. Obviously, there will be specific situations that require more gendered language but, if the idea can be applied to more than one gender identity, keep it inclusive!

Characters I’m Currently Writing For

Steven Grant (Marvel)

Walter (Alien: Covenant)

Benedict Bridgerton (Bridgerton)

Cal Kestis (Star Wars)

Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw (Top Gun)

Din Djarin (Star Wars)

Key Labels

GN! = gender neutral reader, either they/them or no pronouns in use

F! = female reader (implied or stated), she/her pronouns

AFAB! = reader is described as having female genitalia but she/her pronouns are not used, can be read as transmasc or cis female

M! = male reader (implied or stated), he/him pronouns

+ = mature content, NSFW

* = author favorites/recommendations

(List below the cut. Updated: 9/17/2024)

Top Gun

Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw

Like Father, Like Son (GN!Reader)

Duly Noted (GN!Reader College AU)

Wedding Crashers (GN!Reader) *

In My Darkest Hour (GN!Reader) *

Jurassic Park

Alan Grant

The Illusion of Control (GN!Reader) *

Safe and Sound (GN!Reader)

Daze at Dawn (GN!Reader)+

Good Boy (M!Reader)+

Alien

Walter One

No Survivors in Love (GN!Reader)*

Touch Me (GN!Reader)

Star Wars

Cobb Vanth

Take Good Care (GN!Reader) +*

Place Your Bets (GN! Reader) *

Under the Light of the Desert Moon (GN!Reader) *

Crawlin’ Back To You (AFAB!Reader) +

The Beauty of the Beast (AFAB!Reader) +

Take Me Home Tonight (GN!Reader)

Din Djarin

Until the Stars Burn Out (GN!Reader) *

Caressed by Firelight (GN!Reader) *

General Hux

A Personal Call (GN!Reader)

Something to Miss (F!Reader) +

Under the Weather (GN!Reader)

Maybe I’m Amazed (F!Reader) +

General Misconduct (GN!Reader)

A Big Mistake and a Bigger Fight (GN!Reader)

One Blast, Two Broken Bones (F!Reader) *

The Set Up (GN!Reader)

The Pleasure is Mine (GN!Reader)

General Tarkin (GN!Reader --TWO PARTS)

Never Again (GN!Reader)

Tell Me (GN!Reader)

Relax (GN!Reader)

The Gift (GN!Reader) *

To Ease the Temper (GN!Reader)

Ms. Dameron (F!Reader)

Thank You (GN!Reader)

Kylo Ren

A New Path (F!Reader)

Broken (GN!Reader)

The Showdown (GN!Reader)

In Our Italian Restaurant (GN!Reader Modern AU)

I’m Sorry (GN!Reader)

Weaknesses (F!Reader) +

Keep Him Safe (F!Reader)

Learn to Love (F!Reader)

Truly Special (GN!Reader) *

I Feel It Too (GN!Reader)

With Everything I Have (GN!Reader)

Two Can Play Dirty (GN!Reader) *

You’re a Fool (F!Reader)

Han Solo

The Virus (GN!Reader) *

No Man Left Behind (GN!Reader) *

Out of Luck (GN!Reader) *

Somebody Missed You (GN!Reader)

Promises (F!Reader)

Ben Solo

Caught (GN!Reader) *

Master’s Secret (GN!Reader)

Stories (F!Reader Werewolf AU)

Big News (F!Reader Modern AU)

Obi-Wan Kenobi

Be Careful (GN!Reader)

I Will Return (GN!Reader)

Secret (GN!Reader)

Matt the Radar Technician

No Such Thing as a Sick Day (GN!Reader)

Bullies (F!Reader)

Master and Technician (GN!Reader) *

Guardian Angel with a Blaster (F!Reader)

Lending a Hand (GN!Reader)

Marvel (MCU)

Scott Lang

Bar Fight (F!Reader)

Peter Quill

Gunslinger (GN!Reader)

Carol Danvers

Hiding (F!Reader)

T’Challa

Kingly Duties (F!Reader)

Civil War (GN!Reader)

The Bounty Hunter (GN!Reader)

Mission Impossible

August Walker

Loving a Ghost (GN!Reader)

CSI: Crime Scene Investigation

Nick Stokes

The Jealous Are Troublesome (GN!Reader) +*

Three Bodies and a Breakfast Burrito (GN!Reader)

Your Lucky Day (GN!Reader)

Undercover (F!Reader)

Popping the Cherry (F!Reader)

Competition (GN!Reader)

Indiana Jones (Movie Series)

Indiana Jones

How Many Times? (GN! or F!Reader) *

Morning Sunlight (GN!Reader)

No Hands (F!Reader)

[babbushka]

These Wounds Which Need Not Heal

Triplet!Kylo x Reader ; Triplet!Ben x Reader ; Triplet!Matt x Reader 

A Vampire AU

5.5k ; Content Warnings: General vampiric activity, graphic depictions of blood (bathing in blood, having sex in blood, drinking blood), NSFW (Foursome [F/M/M/M], double penetration/double vaginal penetration, PIV, fingering, masturbation, dirty talk)

Available on AO3!

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Rain, heavy and cold.

It slams against the windows of wrought iron and stained glass, the windows of your rooms as you settle in for the night. Aches and pains in your wrists and knees throb, and you look forward to the thought of a long soak in your private tub which you have been so graciously awarded. The bed is screaming your name, and you yearn to rest your weary head – until you reach for the candlestick you leave on your nightstand, and you find it is not there.  

You freeze, for you know at once that something is wrong.

Someone has been here. Someone has touched your things. The rivulets of rain on the window cast shadows onto the floor behind the light of the moon. She is large and low in the sky, a rich red that glows sinister and deep, and you are reminded that tonight is Hallow’s Eve.

In the distance, wolves howl one by one, and you swallow hard.

The candlestick finds itself on the wrong nightstand, after a moment or two of searching in the dark. You strike a match by the heel of your shoe and cup the flame gently as it licks up the wax which burns, softly illuminating the room.

Thunder crashes and were this castle not a thousand years old, surely the sound would have shaken the foundation, lightning pealing across the sky. You cannot sleep now, you cannot think of such a thing, when this newest mystery fills you with dread.

You need to speak to him, to your boss. For the first time since you arrived at this castle, you would have to come face to face with him and hope he does not think you so insubordinate for the act.

Glad that you had not yet undressed, you take your candlestick and make your way down through the halls of this drafty castle, on the search for the Lord of the manor with whom you might address.

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He had said his name was Matthias.

An old fashioned name for an old fashioned man, it would seem, if his clothing and demeanor were to give anything away. Matthias was kind, his blonde hair curling around handsome cheeks, a bespectacled smile offering you good morrow that fateful day. You met him just one week ago, one week to the day on this evening. He had been the one to give you the job, to bring you to the castle where now you live.

There had been rumors, about the castle. They say the place is haunted, brimming with frights which terrorize the town, with shadows that cling to the cobblestone streets, with evil lurking behind false doors. Every time you went to town, the elders warned you vehemently. But ghost stories do not frighten you, for they cannot be real, and when Matthias offered you a more than generous salary for the position, you were eager to accept.

He is lonely, Matthias.

They all are.

In the week you had lived here, you had learned that much. The man rarely left the house, in fact, other than that day in town, you’ve never seen him step foot off the property. Lonely yet not alone, for he had two brothers, Benji and Kylo – the three of them a matching set, although wildly different all the same. You rarely saw them, for they had secret matters to tend to, and they were always kept so busy tending to them. However, on the occasions that you did have to observe them, they could not have been more different.

Matthias is a man of the book, and spends much of his time poured over his Torah in the temple which faces the south of the property. He gardens, and he paints; grand oils which he has hung up on the stone walls. You dust their frames, and as such you’ve become acquainted well with them. There is one oil in particular which you are most fond of, for you think it looks like you, although you know that that cannot be.

Benji is a man of sport, raucous and filled with a chaos about him as he rides his black stallion around the grounds. On one occasion he had ridden the beast through the great hall itself, and if you listen carefully, sometimes you think you can hear the echoes of the neighing as it hides up in the rafters.

And Kylo…well. You did not know what Kylo does, what he likes. Of all the brothers, you have seen Kylo the least.

You had no inkling of an idea how they lived in this place, this lavish and ancient castle on the hill. You had no idea where they earned their money which they use to pay you so handsomely, unless it was by living off the land as so many Lords have done throughout time.

But the time of Lords was coming to an end, this you knew.

Still, no one ever went in, and no one ever went out.

At least, none that you saw.

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You walk through the halls, your heels on the stone and marble flooring alerting any to your approach. Matthias would not have done this. He would not have crept through the castle in the middle of the night, would not have gone through your things. And someone had most definitely gone through your things – as head maid you kept your rooms orderly, nothing out of place.

“It’s late.” A voice sneaks up behind you, and you whirl around with wide eyes, searching for him in the dark.

He does not make it easy to see him, standing in the shadows the way he does. You hold the candlestick out, and the glow casts a circle onto the floor which he carefully steps into revealing himself to be the very same man you had just been thinking about.

“Lord Organa!” You curtsy at once, worried that perhaps you had wandered down a wrong corridor and into his private chambers. “Please forgive me, I did not mean to trespass.”

“There is no cause for alarm, Miss (Y/N). This castle is your home too now, is it not? There is nowhere you could go that would be out of bounds.” He cocks his head and regards you with interest, and when he speaks, his voice is warm.

You have never heard him speak, not in the whole week you’ve been here.

“Someone has been in my room.” You announce, apropos of nothing.

“I know.” He nods with grave seriousness. “It was me.”

The admission creates more of a mystery than it solves, and you wait a while to see if he has anything further to say. The two of you stand there in the middle of the hall, candles flickering on sconces on the wall, as rain comes down in sheets against the window.

He’s handsome, you’ve always thought so, have always thought them all handsome. Proud noses and plush lips, calculating eyes and ramrod straight posture which brings them to a towering height. Kylo’s hair is the longest out of the three of them, oft tied back with a silk ribbon to keep out of his face. There is no ribbon now, and his dark waves cascade beautifully onto his shoulders.

“Lord Organa, I don’t understand, was there something you needed?” You clear your throat gently, his beauty doing nothing to assuage the confusion you now feel.

“You, Miss (Y/N), I wanted you.” Kylo says, and you frown, more confused than ever.

“I don’t understand.” Shaking your head, Kylo comes closer closer closer, stepping towards you, crowding your space. There is the urge to step away, but you ignore it. He is fascinating, this man, and you know so little about him, you do not want to pass up the opportunity to learn more.

“Have you been happy here? Have you enjoyed the castle, the work?” He whispers, eyeing your lips. It is a strange question, and you blink, not having expected it – not having expected any of this.

“Yes, although…” You keep your voice low as well.

Thunder cracks and lightning streaks and you do your best not to flinch. Kylo’s hands come up anyway, resting atop your arms to soothe you. His palms are cold, ice cold, and you take in a sharp breath at the feeling.

“Although?” He prompts, after a moment where you seem to be lost in his eyes.

“I worry that you are not happy with me, I never seem to catch you in good spirits. If there is something that I have done please tell me now so that I might correct it I – ”

“We are not angry, not at all.” He stops that train of thought in its tracks, and you breathe out a sigh of relief. Kylo’s chilled fingers carefully, ever so slowly, brush against your cheekbone, his eyes never leaving your lips. “Tonight is a special night for us, for me and my brothers. A very special night indeed. We are hoping that you might join us in the celebration.”

“I beg you to speak plainly.” Your eyes widen, heart beating harder in your chest.

A celebration? Tonight? Halloween rituals were a thing of ghost stories in the dark, were they not? The village…perhaps they had been telling the truth, those elders who eye this castle with such disdain. Perhaps they had been warning you all along, all your life.

Why had they warned you and you alone?

Kylo licks his lips and in the glow of the candlelight, he makes a daring move to lower his mouth against your pulse, places the barest hint of a kiss there. You wonder if he can feel it under his tongue, when it swipes a hot, thick stripe up your jugular.

“We’ve been watching you – I have been watching you for many moons. We believe you are the one we have searched a millennia for, the one who will bring us peace.” He murmurs against your skin, and when his other hand slides around your body and splays across your back, you nearly drop your candlestick in a strong desire to hold him. Especially when he hums, “The one who will bring us pleasure.”

Pleasure.

Pleasure.

Oh how you are familiar with such a thing – do they know? You feel dizzy at the thought, the thought that they might have heard you one night wailing into your pillow with your hand between your legs. Is that what this is about? Do they want to fuck you too? Kylo licks across your throat once more.

“This celebration, what does it entail?” You breathe, leaning into his touch, his embrace.

The most mysterious of the brothers, the most restrained, the most reserved, and here he is wrapped around you. It is your wildest dreams come true, feeling the hard length of his cock against your dress as it fills out in his linen trousers.

“A long bath…and an indulgence of the pleasures of flesh which we have been so long denied.” He guides your hand down to the line of his cock, and wish to pop open the buttons and drop to your knees, your knees which have gone weak in his presence.

“What will be expected of me?” You worry that you ask too many questions, but you are eager to know, you want it, want what you desperately hope he might be offering.

Kylo grins and kisses at your jaw, working his way up your throat to end at your lips.

“Nothing that you don’t want to give, this I promise you.” He speaks into your mouth, presses the words onto your tongue, words which you cannot hardly believe, “We have agreed we would like for you to join us, and stay with us here. If you should so desire that, wait until the bells chime three, and come to the master bath in the East Wing.”

You suck in a breath at the thought, at the promise. Three bells is only an hour away, and that seems like such a long and yet such a short time. Your mind is made up, you want to go with him now, you want it, you want him.

Kylo mistakes your silence for apprehension, you can tell by the way he pulls away and his brow furrows as he sighs.

“If not, it will be as if we never spoke of this.” Kylo’s hands leave your body, and you feel empty somehow, incomplete as he begins to step out of the light cast by the dying glow of your candlestick. “The decision is entirely yours, Miss (Y/N). But I do hope you’ll think carefully about which you choose.”

Out of the light, and into the dark, Kylo goes. Instinctively, you take a step forward, wanting to follow him, yet you do not hear anything, no footsteps in any direction to know how to find him.

The East Wing, one hour. This you could do, and for this you would be ready.

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You realize now, why Kylo was in your room. You hadn’t noticed it before, too caught up in the way that things had been changed around, touched. A garment is folded atop your dresser, with a small card resting in the very center of the thing. Handwritten in red ink, the card reads a message which makes you sweat;

Wear this, and only this. Should you join us, we do not want you to ruin the clothes which we think you so beautiful in.

Eagerly, you pick up the garment and it unfolds and unfurls as you hold it up. In the light of the candles you see it is a robe, one which goes all the way to the floor, made of the thickest and softest velvet you had ever felt. Expensive, oh it must be so expensive, and very old, you think. You do not waste any more time, removing your clothing layer by layer as instructed.

Once naked, you admire your shape in the mirror. Running your hands up and down your body, you wonder what they will think of you, how they will take you. If this is to be messy, so messy that it would ruin your clothes, then surely you were in for a long night.

But they have decided, which means they have thought about it, which means they have craved you all in their own way. It is thrilling, knowing that when the bells toll, you will find out the true extent of that hunger. You are hungry too.

You put the robe on, admire how it fits you perfectly, how it wraps around your body just so.

All there was to do now, is wait.

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The doors to the East Wing are grand, and heavy. It takes two servants to push aside each, and as such, they are rarely open. They are open now, open for you as you cross the threshold into the private chambers of the Lords of the house. Kylo had said there was to be a bath, and your joints are eager for it, they have been all night.

Doors are open for you, lit by dozens of candlesticks whose wax has dripped down for so long that you can barely see the stand through it. You follow the pathway the candles give you, not realizing, not noticing at all, that once you move past them they snuff themselves out.

There is a smell, before anything else. Copper in the back of your throat as your nose stings up high, right in the bridge. The air tastes salty as you near the sound of water running, and you wonder what they must have added to the bath for it to change the atmosphere of the room so much.

It does not take long to find out.

“You came!” Benji calls in delight, from across the bathroom.

They are there, all three of them, in the grand tub. It must have been custom made, for it looks more like that of a small pool than a tub. They are naked, you can only assume, can assume with the way they have asked you to be naked too, sitting chest deep in dark, thick, near-black liquid. It bubbles and boils and when Kylo raises his hand with a grin, you realize the liquid is not black at all.

It is red.

It is blood.

But what’s more disturbing, more harrowing, is that when Kylo grins at you, he grins with teeth which grow so long that they barely fit into his mouth, pointed fangs in his canines that glisten in the low light, glisten just for you.

With a shocked gasp, your hand flies up to your mouth, your throat. You can hear your heart hammering in between your ears, the pound pound pound of your pulse. It is that, that sound and how they purr for it with hands outstretched beckoning you to join them, that makes you realized the scope of who they are, what they are.

No, these were not mere men who stood before you and welcomed you into their home, these weren’t men at all.

“You’ve joined us!” Benji’s deep voice is loud with excitement, and you stare at his mouth as he grins too, stare at the fangs which he sports as well.

“You – you’re not human.” You blurt, blunt and dizzy. So dizzy, how could this be? How were they real?

Do you want to run?

No, you think for a moment, no you don’t. If anything, if you were to run at all, it would be towards them, not away. So you walk.

And as you walk, as you allow that velvet robe to slink off your arms and pool onto the cool marble tile of the bathroom, as you take the first hesitant steps into the tub filled with something far more sinister with water and they rejoice around you...you find that perhaps, you needn’t not be afraid.

“We won’t harm you, you have my word.” Matthias says, and that calms you, he’s always been so calming.

It is Kylo’s arms who claim you first, who wrap around you and pull you further into the tub. It is far deeper than you thought, but it must have been to accommodate these large men, these men who must be well over six heads tall. Kylo pulls you into the tub and you go, your legs straddling around his waist as he tucks his face against your neck and nuzzles his nose against your pulse just as he had in the hall.

“What do I do?” You automatically move to hold him, the blood warm and thick, inviting, enveloping you. It is opaque, you cannot see through it, cannot see anything at all, but you can feel the way they move in on you, feel how they grow ever closer. “What are you going to do to me?”

“You smell so beautiful, gorgeous girl, perfect girl, you’ve joined us.” Kylo murmurs, sounding as if he is over the moon. And maybe, for all you know, he is.

Matthias brushes your hair out of the way and his hands caress your back, smearing the blood onto your flesh, warming you. It must be fresh, and you are more impressed than you are afraid, when you think about how they must have gotten it.

“My darling, we’re going to have our fill of you.” Matthias says softly, sweetly, “If you’ll let us.”

“Let us, join us, please.” Benji’s voice rumbles quickly out of his chest, and you smile. It’s flattering, all of this is so flattering.

“Be quiet.” Kylo snaps at his brother, making the youngest scowl. Kylo pays him no mind, and sludges blood onto your cheeks when he cups your face so delicately in those big palms of his and asks, “Will you let us?”

You know what it is he’s asking.

What it is they’re all really asking.

“If I do this…do I get to be like you?” Your heart pounds pounds pounds, hoping, hoping beyond hope.

“Yes.” Matthias turns your chin so that you might look at him. You smile, fondness blooming in your chest for the way he still wears his glasses. He does not smile back, wanting to impart the finality of this act, the seriousness, when he continues, “For all eternity. There is no going back – once we start, there will never be a time where this is finished.”

“Then I ask again, what do I do?” You say.

They grin.

They move into a better position so that they all might take more advantage of the space of the tub. Kylo refuses to let go of your body. He lays back against the edge of the tub, and pulls you flush on top of him. His hair floats in a dark halo and you cannot help but thread your fingers through it. It doesn’t feel sticky, although it should, and you moan against his lips when he kisses you properly.

Kylo’s tongue is hot, so hot for someone with such cold hands. You taste the iron and copper in your mouth and realize he must have already begun to drink, must have started to lap up the sustenance around him before you had arrived. Something in you is strangely jealous, you had hoped that whatever tonight was going to be, it would be done together.

But you are here now, and Kylo kisses you so excellently, sucking and groaning softly at your bottom lip, the corner of your mouth, your teeth. Benji takes the opportunity to shift behind you, draping himself over your back while you make out with his brother. You drool into Kylo’s mouth and moan when you feel Ben’s fingers work themselves into you, stretching you, getting you open and pliant for what’s to come.

Kylo’s teeth are sharp, so sharp, that it leaves a hairline cut along your lip in its wake, enough to make you wince and hiss at the momentary pain. Your hips push back onto Ben’s hand, onto his fingers, pulling away from Kylo’s mouth just for a moment. It is good, it feels magnificent, those fingers are so thick, you can feel them plunging inside your pussy and widening, spreading spreading spreading you.

“I’m sorry, it’s just that I have dreamt of kissing you for a hundred years, it has burned behind my eyes.” Kylo says softly as he chases how you move, how you sit up to rock back onto Ben’s fingers. Kylo licks across the wound on your lip to soothe it, and that makes you moan as you think of the weight of the admission.

“The painting, is she me?” You have to know, you have to know if that smile which you have dusted so many times this week, is a smile that reflects back at you.

“Yes, oh smart girl, beautiful, yes she is you. She is you and I have so hoped you would notice, so hoped you would find out. She is you and you are here, here at last.” Kylo cannot wait any longer, and you do not want him to.

Benji holds you steady as you sink down onto Kylo’s cock. Ben’s hands grip either side of your hip and he immediately latches his mouth to your throat. You anticipate the bite, the searing pain – but none comes. No, he too merely kisses your shoulder, the junction where it becomes your neck, laving his tongue hot and heavy over it as you adjust to his brother’s hard length inside you.  

“Oh – ah, you’re big.” Moans and gasps spill out of you, and you want to move faster than they do, want it rougher than they’re going at present. “Hhnn, Lord Organa, please I – ”

“No, no titles. Just names, call us by our names.” Matthias interrupts, and you don’t even realize that he’s come to sit right next to Kylo, his hands are the hands that you feel as they come up out of the tub and cup your breasts, thumbs rubbing over your nipples.

You nod, and it’s then that you feel the brother behind you line himself up, push himself inside your cunt as well.

“Ben!” You whine, loud and high in your throat as he and Kylo compete to see who can bottom out first. It is slow, it is torturously slow, deliciously slow, and you want more, you want as much as they’re willing to give you.

“Relax, it’s easier if you relax.” Ben whispers against your cheek, his teeth – his fangs – grazing your earlobe. He licks and nibbles you there as you try your best to do as you’re told, but,

“It’s good, that’s – fuck you’re big.” You laugh, delirious, already consumed with lust and desire and pleasure that the hand in Kylo’s hair tightens and pulls.

Kylo hums in his chest, his cock pushed all the way up against your front walls while Ben’s fits in just behind, and he laughs, a hearty throaty sound when your eyes fly open and you shout in delight once they begin to thrust.

Blood sloshes and drips over the edge of the tub, once Ben and Kylo begin a rhythm, a steady pace to fuck you inside out. Ben’s mouth is against you ear and whispers filth that aids in your delirium, Kylo’s mouth latches onto one of your nipples, sucking and biting and moaning as they move in and out of you in tandem.

Where Ben pushes, Kylo pulls, stretching and filling your cunt with their hard cocks, leaking all over themselves, leaking onto one another as they fuck you slow and steady.

“Perfect girl, what a good pussy,” Ben grunts in your ear, “So hot, so tight. And all ours, all for us.”

“Yours! I’m yours – eternity, that’s what I want.” You’re loud, too loud, but you don’t care. The rain still plunders on outside, it drowns out anything beyond these walls, you know, and even if it didn’t you’d still be shouting, “Fuck me like this for all eternity.”

Ben’s grip on your waist turns harsher now, and your body falls forward, suffocating Kylo underneath your breasts. He doesn’t need to breathe, you realize, as he continues to massage and squeeze at your body, continues to worry your nipples even with his head pushed way under.

“She smells so good, Matt, I need – ”

“You will wait.” Matthias shakes his head, fishing for Kylo and pulling him back up.

He looks devilish like this, with the blood slipping sliding down his skin, his face slicked with red. It beads and coagulates and Kylo licks it off his lips. You find yourself mimicking the movement.

“M-mattie, do you not wish to��?” You frown, wondering where he will get his pleasure from, wondering if he would want you to wrap your tongue around the head of his cock instead of the palm he has working at himself instead.

“Thank you sweetheart,” Mattias hums and the shock of how they can read minds is almost absorbed by the way Kylo has just found your gspot. You gasp and shout out and ride their cocks, and Matthias smiles, pets back your hair, and pulls your wrist to his mouth. “But not right now, we’re thirsty, you see, and you smell so good.”

“Now?” You hiccup, cocks spitting you into pieces as you bounce and moan and they groan in time. Kylo surges up, his mouth on the other side of your throat, sandwiching you between these two brothers, and tethered to the third.

“This will not hurt, I promise.” Kylo sounds as if he’s about to weep, and you do not know how to anticipate the feeling, but you can hear their fangs grow longer longer longer, and there is pleasure all around you, hands and bodies and you are so filled, you are so warm – you barely feel it when their teeth pierce your flesh.

You do feel it, when they begin to suck.

It sends your eyes flying wide open, your entire body seizing and relaxing again and again as you come from the sensation, as orgasm rips through you. It is like you are being stimulated right from your nerves themselves, your body writhes, and they all tighten their grip on you so that you stay still, so that you simply revel in the pleasure they take, that they give.

“Oh!” You cannot help but scream their names as they suck and suck and suck, drinking from your throat and your wrist, drawing it out of you in a heady rush, “Oh Ben, Mattie – Kylo!”

It is otherworldly, and you rock back onto their throbbing aching pulsing leaking cocks inside of you, you cry, wail loudly as they feast themselves on you, as you grow lightheaded in the best way. It is draining out of you, they are taking you, each of them taking their share. You hope that when this is done, there will be marks of this evening.

You hope that you’ll have evidence of their teeth stabbed into your flesh, for there are some wounds which need not heal.

“We have been waiting for so long.” Matthias groans against your wrist as you twist your hand to caress his cheek. He nuzzles into your touch, and you think that perhaps, perhaps they will not be lonely at last.

“Where can we come?” Kylo rasps, tongue fumbling over his lips to try and catch every last drop of you.

“In me – please I beg you, come in me.” You demand, command, for now you feel invincible, you feel as though something incredible is coursing through you, licking up your spine, your veins, your nerves. Something sings inside of you and you pant, “Let me be yours, and be mine. Mark me, claim me.”

“I’ll fill you up so fucking good that you taste it in the back of your throat, taste it forever.” Ben grunts and plows hard hard hard into you, spilling his load hot and thick up into your cunt, fucking it in, deep deep deep as his mouth sinks back down into the meat of your shoulder, fangs breaking the skin and sucking.

“Forever, yes! I – oh yes, yes!” Stars explode behind your eyes, and you shake, you tremble and sob as Kylo is soon to follow, his whole body tensing underneath you before he pinches your nipples hard enough to get you to wail out loud, and he comes.

They still, all three of them, but they do not finish their meal. Your heart is still beating, you can hear it, can feel it, although it is sluggish. There is something in you, something replacing the blood which they draw out with their tonguesteethlips, but whatever it is you do not know.

All you know, is that the world is beautiful and calm, and the rain has stopped outside, and you feel better than you have ever felt before. They have latched themselves to you, like lost boys with no mother, and you want to hold them close and caress them, run your fingers through their blood sweat tear stained hair, and give them all you can.

“How do I taste?” You slur, your body slowing down. It becomes harder and harder to move your limbs, so you simply do not, giving in to allowing the triplets to hold your body up. Your head lolls to one side, and they all move slowly, time stands still, you can feel yourself freezing.

“Like the sweetest wine, so fragrant, so rich.” Matthias drinks from your wrist.

“Such a strong heart.” Kylo admires from your throat.

“Such a pretty girl.” Ben purrs from your shoulder.

“What happens now?” Your eyes are wanting so badly to close, but you worry, worry that this will be the end, worry about what you will see when you shut them.

“Now you will go to sleep, and when you wake up you will begin the first night of your eternity.” Matthias is calming, always so calming, soothing as he kisses up your forearm, as he makes more bites along the way, fangs injecting you with something that chills you down to your bones.

“With you?” You ask weakly, a blissful smile on your face as the darkness creeps in all around you and you give yourself up to it, trusting them, trusting all of them.

“With us.” They echo inside your mind, until there is nothing.

Nothing at all.

                                                  ----------------

In the morning, when the sun streams through the stained glass windows which shine down onto Kylo’s bed, you open your eyes to find he is already looking at you.

With a grin, you hold up a hand, and he meets it halfway.

And this time, he doesn’t feel so cold.

[kylowritten]

Work Friends

Pairings: Ben Solo x F!Reader and Matt the Radar Technician x F!Reader

Summary: These are two different one-shots, one for Ben and one for Matt but both falling under the same theme. Let's just say that a slow day at work results in you finding a way to get busy with your coworker.

Warnings (for both): Mature 18+ Only, vaginal sex, riding, nipple play, fingering, stripping, aftercare, a little fluff

Word Count: 3.5k

A/N: This request is for the lovely @judypahtootee! I'm so sorry that it took me so long but I hope you enjoy 😊 Why only write smut for one when I can write smut for both??

Ben

You had met Ben at the dawn of his rebirth. Like a child, he was timid, and not entirely sure of himself; shedding the coat of his past was not as simple as it had been to slip on. He mostly kept his head down, endeavoring to make up for his mistakes with bounty hunting, and the occasional dabble in smuggling. He was his father's son, after all, and it reminded him of his childhood aboard the Millennium Falcon.

You had both been after the same criminal when you laid eyes on him first — he demanded attention, still, despite the look of a wounded animal in his dark eyes. Thick fuck-me hair grazed his broad shoulders, and he carried the gaint of someone used to being in charge, but his voice wavered as he spoke.

"I'm...Ben," he told you.

You squinted at him. "Are you sure about that?"

It wasn't common knowledge that the former Supreme Leader was ridiculously handsome, so you had no prior knowledge of who this Ben was, except that he was after the same bounty as you. And you didn't appreciate competition.

"Not really," the man who called himself Ben replied, punctuating his confession with a hesitant smile.

You found this admission strange — who wasn't sure about their name, but perhaps liars? — but vowed to him that you would bag the criminal first. You did, of course, but with his help.

Since then, an unspoken agreement had been made between the two of you, and on that day a partnership was formed. Ben supplied his ship and expertise with a blaster, and you supplied your years of experience.

The details of his previous life came much later, but by then you had already fallen too deeply in love with him to care much. "My hands aren't exactly clean either," you told him, after a moment of consideration. "You don't exactly get into bounty hunting because you had a magnificent childhood."

You like to ruminate on those memories, especially on days like this — nowhere to be, just drifting through space and waiting for the next bounty to be posted. Feet up on the dash, you swivel back and forth in the co-captain's chair, braiding and unbraiding a lock of hair while Ben mutters over a piece of equipment he has been trying to fix for the umpteenth time.

"Ben?"

His reply, distant and distracted: "Hm?"

"Have you ever thought about me?"

"What do you mean?" He asks, still occupied with the equipment. He's on his knees, fiddling with something beneath the band of the dashboard, and you appreciatively — and not so subtly — admire the curve of his ass as he leans forward.

You stop swiveling, focused on the strand of hair as it unravels from around your finger. "You know," you say. "Sexually."

Several things then happen at once — Ben makes a sound unlike any you've heard before, halfway between a gag and a gasp. In surprise, his head rears up and slams into the dashboard, subsequently eliciting a spray of electricity; when he crawls out from under the dash, he's rubbing the back of his head and blushing profusely.

You smirk.

"What-What did you say?" Ben stammers. He's crouched, resting on his heels now. "Why do you ask? I mean, not saying that I have, but —"

"I was just wondering. We spend a lot of time together, you know." You pause for dramatic effect, and more or less to fool your partner into a false lull of security. "I think about you."

Ben's throat bobs. "You...think about me?"

"Is that so surprising?"

"Well, I just thought...you know, under the circumstances, that you...wouldn't," he finishes lamely.

You rise from the chair and cross the short distance to him. Methodically, you take your time, adding an extra swing to your hips. When Ben tilts his head back to look up at you, he might as well be worshipping at an altar.

"I don't care who...or what...you were before," you tell him softly. You take his face in your hands, your thumb grazing over his cheek. "I only care about you now."

Before you can realize what's happening, Ben grabs your waist and pulls you down towards him, cushioning you as you both fall to the floor. He's on you at once — hands in your hair, over you skin, lips feverishly finding yours. You don't need any time to adjust, you've been dreaming about this moment; it feels natural, your bodies pressed together, his breath joining with yours as you explore each other.

He feels even better than you imagined, when you would lay in your bunk and think of him while touching yourself. Although he's reserved in most areas of his life — perpetually posed to apologize — he's surprisingly confident now, ravaging you with his lips, while giving attention to your neck and collarbones.

You slip your fingers under his shirt. His skin feels warm. Taunt muscles react under your hands as you slide them up his stomach to his chest. Ben moans. It's not long after that you coax him out of his shirt.

There's a long, jagged scar on one side of his body. Slightly breathless, you touch the tip of your finger to the scar and trace it all the way down. Ben watches you carefully as you do.

"My past will always be a part of me," he says softly. "In more ways than one."

You lean back. "I told you, I don't care."

"But you should," he whispers, fiercely.

As you speak, you lower yourself back down on top of him, inflicting as much sincerity into your voice as possible. "I. Don't. Care."

He seizes you then, crashing his lips onto yours.

Beneath your hands you feel him shatter, breaking apart into pieces. His cry is both relief and pain, and you hold him even closer, covering him in kisses and feverish touches. You can't stand it, you want to be near him without the barriers of clothes.

He helps you out of your shirt next, then wiggles his pants down his hips and kicks them away.

Heat pulses through you.

Wild in your passion, you remove your own pants and Ben leaps to touch the new parts of you that are exposed, that he could've only dreamt about before. His hands grab your ass, the backs of your thighs. "Please," you sigh into his mouth. "I need to feel you." His breath hitches, and he whispers, demanding, "Say that again."

"I need to feel you," you tell him. You repeat the phrase, hastily as each time heightens your arousal. "I need to feel you. I need to --"

Ben's fingers dip into the flesh of your hips as he steadies you. He drives his cock up inside you, spearing you with his appreciable size and filling your cunt. You howl at the unexpected pressure. He does nothing to mitigate the pain, too consumed in his passion, and eventually it subsides into a dull ache, toppled by your mounting pleasure. Ben fucks you like it's healing him, like just by being inside you he's found some sort of recompense, and you are more than willing to give it to him. 

As soon as your head clears and you regain some semblance of clarity, you push yourself off his chest, seating his cock even deeper. You moan. Ben removes his hands from your hips and lets you take over, folding both of his muscular arms behind his head as he watches you, memorized as you rise up and sink back down slowly, taking in every inch of him with deliberate patience. Vaguely, you think that you should be uncomfortable -- your knees are digging into the cold metal of the ship's floor -- but everything except Ben has fallen away. 

If you had a choice, you would never stop riding him. You felt powerful, invincible, unraveling this man who had once held the entire galaxy in his palm and now chose to wander it with you instead.

You want to chase away the doubts and the fear that you constantly see in his darkened gaze, to remind him that he had you, and that none of his past or future decisions would ever deter your devotion. You try to funnel this into the rock of your hips, the greedy way that your hands canvas his body and the praise that continuously pours from your lips. Words were never your strong suit but this, but this, you could manage.

He cups your breast as you bounce on his cock, thumbing your hardened nipples and commending the way that you look as you ride him. "So fucking good. So fucking good," he utters over and over again, as if that's all he can think. 

When your knees start to shake, you concede, slipping your body back down to align with his. 

Ben enters you once more. Sweat presses his dark curls to his temple. 

There's a question in his eyes, and you nod. You don't live with somebody in close quarters for as long as you did without knowing the intimate details of their life; Ben knew that you had a birth control implant, but nonetheless wanted your approval. 

Invigorated by this confirmation, Ben thrusts into you. His movements grow more sporadic as he nears his climax, nearly sloppy and animalistic with each snap of his hips. Stars dance in front of your vision as he brings you again to orgasm, as bright and dazzling as if he might as well have lit your entire body aflame. Ben follows shortly after, and you bury your face into the crook of his neck as he fills you with his seed, relishing in the sound of his beating heart.

Silence washes over you and for a second you're afraid that you've made a mistake. 

Then, Ben asks, "Does that answer your original question?"

Matt

Work was boring.

Not to say that it wasn't always - while you enjoyed your position as a radar technician, the work could be tedious and repetitive. But today was especially boring. Most of your supervisors were out on break: apparently there was an astroid storm happening only a few solar systems away and everyone wanted to see it. Everyone, of course, but you and Matt.

The other radar technician had brought his set of Sabaac cards for you to play.

You peer at him from over your cards, watching as his mouth pulls down in a contemplative frown. With everyone off ship, that meant he was the only one on board who wasn't aware of your crush on him. You've made it blatantly obvious since receiving your assignment a few months ago, but your fellow technician was as great as picking up on your hints as he was at playing Sabaac: not at all.

The game wraps up, and you scoop up the cards. "I have an idea," you tell him.

Matt sighs in defeat, and flops back in his chair. You're both bent over the tiny table in the back of the ship. His glasses fall and he uses his index finger to push them back up his nose.

"What's your idea?" He asks.

"We should play a game."

"A game?" A brow, dark against his pale skin, quirks. "Is that not what we were already doing?"

You roll your eyes at him. Stars, for someone so intelligent, he was dense sometimes.

"No," you say, drawing out the word. "A fun game. Ever play strip Sabaac?"

Matt's throat bobs. "Have you?"

You admit, "No, but isn't now as good a time as any?"

"I don't know, isn't it risky?" Matt asks. His gaze darts to the door as if a superior officer might barge in and reprimand you for even mentioning it.

"Everyone is gone, remember?" You rise to your feet. "Here, I'll even give you a head start."

Matt's gaze locks on you as you stand up. Maintaining eye contact, you reach behind your back and unhook your bra. You remove the straps from your shoulders next, and then pluck out the limp piece of clothing from the front of your top and discard it on the ground.

"How-how nice," Matt stammers.

"So are you in?"

Matt shrugs nonchalantly, but you can tell it's taking a tremendous amount of effort not to look at your nipples hardening beneath your shirt. "What are the rules?"

"Simple. Same rules but if you lose, you take off a piece of clothing," you tell him. Trying not to show your triumph, you sit back down. "Ready?"

He looks sheepish. "I guess."

You're not great at Sabaac either, but in your defense there's a lot of chance involved with the game. You were hoping that Matt would end up naked before you did, but an hour passes, and you're terribly underdressed compared to him.

Playing it safe, he's taken off his vest, glasses, both of his shoes, and both of his socks. You, on the other hand, are left standing in just your shirt and panties. The game hits its peak as its Matt's turn to roll the dice — landing on a matching pair the last round, which means you both have to draw new cards and hope for the best.

"Yes!" You cry out, pumping your fists into the air. Your cards equal to a total of zero, while his even out to a negative fifteen. "I won!" A smirk unfurls on your face. "Alright, Matty boy, what'll it be? Pants or shirt?"

Your coworker looks chagrined at this development, although you haven't missed the way his eyes roam appreciatively over your nearly naked body. He grumbles something about an unfair advantage, then reluctantly grabs his shirt by the bottom and pulls it over his head.

"Oh," you say, without your permission.

You knew Matt was muscular — you'd studied him enough to attest to the fact. But you'd never seen him without a uniform on. The muscles in his stomach ripple as he finishes removing the shirt, revealing a toned chest and biceps that you just wanted to sink your teeth into. An uncomfortable (but entirely warranted) pool of heat forms in your stomach and works it's way down between your thighs.

So infatuated with the glorious sight of your shirtless coworker, you try to reach across the table to reshuffle the cards but end up hitting the edge of the table with your hip. The force upends the table, and the cards go flying all across the floor. Matt moves to pick them up but you interrupt him, properly embarrassed by your behavior and subsequent blunder.

However, you forgot that you're dressed only in your panties. They aren't the sexiest pair that you own, but they're lacy, transparent, and leave little to the imagination. It's only when you hear a low-sounding groan from behind you that you remember your state of attire.

A blush rushes to your cheeks. You shoot upwards and whirl around. Matt is standing now, the table and cards forgotten. He's palming the front of his pants, and he's looking at you with an intensity that alights every nerve ending in your body.

You clear your throat. "So —"

Matt clears the space between you in a single stride. His hands cup your face, and when his lips collide with yours, it ignites a passion inside you that threatens to consume you whole. There's no gentleness, no tender brush of the hand, so unlike what you thought your first kiss with Matt might look like — and you love it. You've waited too long for hesitation and second guesses.

In a fluid, effortless motion, Matt wraps one arm around you and lifts you up. He places you down on a shelf-like ledge of equipment and immediately pushes your legs apart so that he may stand between them. His cock presses near your center. You gasp as his fervent lips move from your lips to your neck, and then along your collarbone, nipping and biting and sucking.

He draws you impossibly closer. Your head tilts back in utter ecstasy as his mouth closes over one of your nipples through your shirt, biting it playfully before assuaging the burst of pain with his tongue. All of his actions are hungry, desperate, as if it any moment you might be taken away from him and he will be left wanting.

"You look so fucking good like that," he mumbles into your skin. Your fingers comb through his thick hair, grabbing a handful at his skull and keeping his mouth near your tits. "Teasing me in those little panties of yours."

You hum in reply. You weren't planning for your day to culminate to this, but you were not not planning it to; this morning you chose this underwear with the intent of Matt seeing them.

You liked this side of him — feral, raw — but beneath it the same man that you knew, his actions frenzied and hurried but executed with a great gentleness.

"I've wanted to do this for—so long," he breathes.

"Why haven't you then?" You ask as he eagerly removes your shirt. The question gives him pause, and for a moment you're afraid that you shouldn't have said anything at all.

"I thought that my feelings wouldn't be...returned," he says finally. He sets his hands on the tops of your bare thighs. The heat of them burn you to your core. "And I didn't want to lose you. What we have."

You can't help but smile. "I've only been trying to get with you since the first time we met."

His eyebrows shoot up. "Really?"

"Yes, really," you tell him with a laugh. "Now, please, don't make me wait any longer."

He grins at you, and the sight of it is enough to melt you into a puddle. "Since you asked so nicely," he says.

Matt nudges aside your panties and in a swift movement inserts two fingers inside you, drawing out a moan from you. He curls them, almost experimentally, as if savoring the feeling, gauging your reaction. Needy, and impatient, your hips buck into the seat of his hand, subsequently driving his fingers deeper into your aching cunt. You cry out.

He laughs, but it's more of a chuckle, deep and husky in your ear, clearly incentivized. His pace starts slowly, at first, teasing out waves of bliss. You grip tightly onto the edge of the equipment. You need an anchorage, something to secure you to this world as your ecstasy threatens to steal you away; he pumps his fingers in and out of you now, watching as he unravels you completely.

"Come for me," he commands.

That's all it takes — a burst of pleasure erupts, rolling over your entire body. He removes his fingers, replacing them in his mouth. Matt's eyes meet yours as he sucks them clean.

You wiggle, desperate to have him fill some part of you again. It didn't what or where. You just needed to feel him.

Matt undoes his belt buckle and pushes his pants down around his thighs. Stars, his thighs.

Your attention quickly diverts, however, as his hardened cock springs up against his stomach. Fuck. Before you can reach for it, he grabs you and pulls you so that you're nearly falling off the ledge; if it wasn't for him, for his reliable weight, you probably would've, but he holds fast.

Once again moving your panties to the side, he gives no warning before burying his cock inside you. Pain shreds through you, threatening to cleave you in half. Reflexively, you grab onto his shoulders, hands forming into claws. He thrusts again, this time a modicum gentler, setting a rhythm before returning to his previous intensity. You're slick with want, the sounds of your desire echoing through the office and guiding his cock.

You should've known that Matt would've been a great lover. After studying him in his work, you knew that he was always learning, always watching and taking notes; he wasn't one of those people who thought that they knew everything. It should've been no surprise that he fucked the same way, gauging your reaction and adjusting, subtly changing until you were riddled with pleasure and squirming beneath him. He focused on you, solely concerned with bringing you to climax over and over until you were trembling and weak. 

"Good girl," he praises, practically cooing. The honeyed tone of his voice sends molten lava straight to your core. "I want to come on you."

You nod eagerly. He ruts into you, snapping his hips. You release your grip on his shoulders, where you were sure to have left painful red marks from your nails, and lean back. His eyes shine with need.

A guttural sound escapes Matt's plush lips and his brows twist together, forming an expression of concentration as his pace quickens. It's absurd that anyone could look that good as they orgasm -- and he does, withdrawing and spilling his expense on the curve of your belly, surprisingly warm and pleasant. He hums as he finishes, followed by the hint of a smile.

He finds a cloth used for cleaning messes (mercifully, one not covered in grease and filth) and wipes up his expense, placing a kiss on your stomach once he's satisfied, and then another one on your mouth as he helps you off the ledge.

"Do we have to play again to put the clothes back on?" Matt asks, bending down and retrieving your lacy underwear.

You snatch it from him, giggling. "Where's the fun in that?"

[glassbxttless]

Matt (the Radar Technician) Solo x f!Reader

Word Count: 320

Warnings: none

The day has been dragging on, each tick of the clock seems longer and longer. Matt hasn’t been texting back as frequently as he usually does, and you assume he’s busier at work than usual. One of your coworkers smiles as you tape one of the wallet sized photos of Matt you’d taken to the corner of your desktop monitor. “who is that?” she asks softly.

“my boyfriend.” you sigh happily, feeling the heat in your cheeks as you look the photo over. his face is scrunched in a laugh, t-shirt and pajama bottoms rucked up and crinkles from sleep. he’s holding his glasses in his hand and your cat is curled up in his lap. you remember surprising him with the photo, hoping you’d keep it forever— your heart swells as you work, keeping an eye on the clock just waiting for your lunch break when you can call and wish him a happy valentine’s day.

and the bell tied to the door rings, so you turn back to the window to greet them and you realize there are no booked appointments for the hour. and just as you do, a familiar head of shaggy blonde hair leans against the desk. “you look beautiful today, miss.” he smiles. “the person who’s got you locked down must be the luckiest alive.” and you roll your eyes.

“what are you doing here?” you grin, logging out of your desktop and clocking yourself out for lunch. “i was just about to call you!”

matt smiles, holding up two wrapped up hotdogs from your favorite food truck. “thought we’d spend a Valentine’s Day lunch together.” he mumbles, leaning down to press a gentle kiss against your lips as you step out from around the counter. “brought my car this time.” he teases, holding the door open for you.

and you grin, happy as can be to be spending these moments with your love.

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[juniperwoodwell]

•prompt Exchange•

This is a collaboration with @kylowritten and I. We have decided to take one to two prompts a month and write fics for them. If you have any prompts comment down below.

•We do not discuss anything we'd do for our fics, any similarities are purely coincidence, which is really funny on our part.

Here's a list of characters we will write for:

•JW: Kylo ren, Adam Sackler, Phillip Altman, Flip Zimmerman, Matt the radar technician.

•KW: Kylo ren, Phillip Altman, Flip Zimmerman, Matt the radar technician, Commander Mills.

Prompt 1: "Why me?" "Why not you?"

• Phillip Altman X F! Reader

Jw: "Reunion pt.1"

Kw: "Why me?"

Prompt 2: "Don't treat me like a fool" "Then don't act like one."

• Kylo Ren X F! Reader

Coming soon

[kkysolo]

Even Flow 1/2

(Yes, I am using the good Pearl Jam name in vain, sue me)

Part two

Pairing: Triplet!Kylo/Triplet!Ben/Reader (female) (Technically not Matty but he’s there) Setting: Modern. Implied relationship. Warnings (for both parts, not just part one): Threesome (M/M/F), brothers/triplets, restraints, sub!/squirmy!Matty, voyeurism, orgasm/pleasure denial, oral sex (M+F receiving), crying, kinda fisting? idk just a lot of big fingers, PIV unprotected sex, creampie, dirty talk, squirting, cum eating. A whole fucking mess. Word count: 1322 (part one)

A/N: Shout to @clumsycopy for helping me place Matty into this disaster!

Ben cages you between his legs, your back pressed against his chest, one arm wrapped firmly around your torso as the other snaking down, down, down your stomach, leaving burning trails of electricity in its wake. The pads of his fingers find your entrance, and he nuzzles your temple as he curls his fingers into your heat. You whine, bucking your hips into his hand as he slowly, achingly slowly, begins to rub along your walls. Your clit aches, throbbing, begging for attention. You bury your face in the crook of Ben’s neck, whimpering as you try to catch his palm on your clit as you gyrate your hips. 

“It’s not enough,” you whine. 

“I’m sorry, baby,” he rasps. “But Kylo thinks you need to start behaving better.” 

Kylo grunts from his position, on his knees before you. 

“Greedy thing,” he murmurs, leaning down so that his face is level with yours. “You’ll never learn.” 

You huff, still squirming to find any friction you can get. Matt whines from his position, fully clothed and restrained to the vanity chair. He bucks his hips at the sight of you - your legs pulled wide open, Ben’s fingers causing your slick to drizzle onto the sheets. Kylo regards Matt sternly. 

“You too,” he tuts, shaking his head in Matt’s direction. “Thinking you can have her to yourself.”

“Fuck,” Ben mumbles under his breath, recapturing Kylo’s attention. “She’s so wet.”

“Keep her that way for me,” Kylo’s breath fans across your cheek as he speaks. His fingers move to pinch your jaw, assuring your eyes stay directly on him. Only on him. Always on him. 

“What exactly is my punishment for?” Your voice comes out softer, quieter than you’d anticipated, and Kylo smiles at the fact. He loves you this way - docile and pliant. 

“You’re spoiled,” he hums, tracing a finger along your neck, between your exposed breasts, until he reaches your clitoral hood. “You get everything you want, when you want it, don’t you?” 

You twist your hips upward, but Kylo’s free hand firmly plants you back down. 

“I asked you a question.” 

“Yes,” you whine. “I do.” 

“You do,” he repeats. “So you’ll cum. But not until we’ve had our way with you. And,” he teases your clit softly, once, twice, three times before he withdraws his hand. “I don’t care how long you’re waiting.” 

Ben’s lips attach themselves to your neck, sucking hard as he grinds his clothed crotch against your ass. He takes mercy on you for a moment, allowing his palm to connect with your clit, rubbing softly for several beats, before quickly withdrawing. He tuts, smirking into your skin.

“Ah, ah.” 

Kylo positions himself, straightening his back and moving closer, until his bulging crotch is flush with your face. He tugs at the lining of his boxers, eliciting a disgruntled noise from Ben. 

“Get that away from my face, dude,” he hisses. “No fucking way.” 

“Oh, so you’ll put your dick in her while mine’s already inside, but this is your limit?” Kylo shucks his boxers down his thighs, placing a hand at the back of your head. “Shut the fuck up.” 

He tilts your head back, pulling at your hair as he does. 

“Open up for me,” he sighs, guiding his length into your mouth. Immediately, you choke, as he hits the back of your throat. “That’s it, that’s it, good girl.” 

Ben busies himself by working another finger into you, rocking in and out, in and out. You moan around Kylo’s cock, and the vibrations pull a grunt from him, his hands tightening in your hair. You choke again as he pushes further down your throat, and you grasp at his thighs for support. Tears spring from your eyes, and Kylo thumbs them away as he hums contentedly. 

“You can take me, you always do.” 

You swallow him down the best you can, and he swears under his breath as his self-restraint crumbles. You’re so good, so sweet with how you accommodate him, how your tongue laps at the underside of his shaft. He bucks into your face then, fucking your mouth in earnest. Ben leans around his brother’s torso, catching Matt’s flushed face. 

“How’s she look, Matty?” He grins, using his unoccupied hand to free his cock. “She look good?” 

“Fuck you guys,” Matt spits, hips gyrating of their own accord. The friction of his denim is the only touch he’ll be afforded tonight, that much, he knows. Ben chuckles, kicking your legs a little wider as he palms himself. He takes your hand, guiding it to his length. He’s hard and heavy in your hand as you try, despite your distractions, to twist your palm in that way that he likes. 

“I think she can take another,” Ben says, more to you, than Matt. “What do you think, baby, can you take another?” 

You try to nod, but find that you can’t, not with how your throat bulges from Kylo’s girth. 

“I’ll take that as a yes,” he mumbles. “Need you nice and stretched out for me.” 

He pushes a fourth finger into you, causing you to squirm and squeak. Kylo thrusts more feverishly into your mouth, groaning as your nails dig into the muscles of his thighs. The sight of you, sweating, crying, choking for him - it’s almost too much for the eldest Solo to take. 

He grunts, pulling out of you suddenly, a trail of split still connecting your lips with the flushed head of his cock. 

“Perfect,” he whispers, moving to cradle your jaw. “So good for me.” 

Ben sighs as you twist your wrist, moving a thumb across his head. The incessant dribbles of precum that leak from his tip make your job far easier, and he thrusts into your fist. He continues fucking his four fingers in and out of you, the obscene squelching sound causing Matt to downright drool as he tugs frantically at his restraints.

“Hear that, Matty?” Ben drives his fingers deeper. “Hear how wet she is?” 

“Guys, please-” 

“Shut up,” Kylo warns, shooting Matt an ominous glare before pushing himself further down the bed. He wraps a hand around his throbbing cock as he dives forward, lapping at your clit. He angles his face to the side, avoiding the smack of Ben’s wrist as it continues it’s assault. 

“Just enjoy the view, Matty,” Ben sighs, attaching his lips to your neck, your jaw, your cheek. “Just watch how good she is for us.” 

Kylo grazes his teeth across your swollen bud, licking in soft, slow circles until you’re almost sobbing from the torture of it - right on the precipe, but not quite being afforded the luxury of toppling over the edge. The intensity of it, it has your hand unknowingly slipping from Ben’s member, moving to grasp at his thigh. Though, he doesn’t seem to mind much, as he quickly replaces it with his own. You lean back against him, fucking your hips into his fist, gyrating against Kylo’s mouth. And God, you’re almost there, just about -

Kylo moves away, smirking as you cry out from the loss of his tongue. Ben, joining his brother’s torment, slows his fingers, finally withdrawing them completely. You whine, turning to face him - doe eyed and desperate, just how he likes you. He winks, licking your arousal off his fingers. 

“You look so pretty like this, baby,” he hums, his tongue ensuring not a drop of your cyprine goes to waste. “And you taste even better.” 

Kylo tugs you forward, grunting when he meets resistance. Ben’s arm is wrapped firmly around your middle. 

“What’re you doing?” 

“What does it look like I’m doing?” Kylo grunts, tugging your hips to meet his. 

“We never agreed who was gonna fuck her!”  Ben tugs you back toward him possessively, but Kylo’s grip is bruising. 

“We both know,” he snarls, freeing you from Ben’s grasp with one swift pull. “Who’s going to be fucking her.”

[ungravity12]

My Roman Empire 🥹