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The Empress, Part I

A/n: Hi everyone! I’ve had this fic on my mind for a couple of days and had to get it out of my system. There’s a couple of parts i’m thinking of adding to it so stay tuned! Also i’m a bit new to this stuff so there’s a lot I made up or changed from the original story so yeah, anyways hope y’all like it just as much as I liked writing it :)

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Kylo Ren x Female Reader

Words: 5108

Chapters: 1/10

Chapter Summary: Kylo Ren takes notice of Y/N, a young commander who had the nerve to speak up in a council meeting. The last thing Y/N expected was to be brought back to The Supreme Leader’s personal library and asked out by the Kylo Ren??

Story Summary: (tentative) As Kylo Ren steps into power as Supreme Leader, he struggles to use his power to effectively lead the Empire. Y/N is a Commander who is eagerly working her way up the ranks and becoming a recognized leader among Empire officials. She is loyal to the Empire, but her loyalty is tested when the Supreme Leader takes an interest in her. When one date becomes several and she is ultimately tasked with becoming Empress and wife of the Supreme Leader, will Y/N be able to handle the that kind of power outside the commander’s uniform?

CW: minor violence, angst, romance

“And as such, it is pertinent that we strike at first chance,” Commander Locke stated before sitting down in his chair

Members of the council exchanged glances across the long table. Many avoided the glare of the Supreme Leader. Hushed words filled the room but no such counters. I stole a glance at the Supreme Leader, and with his mask on, it was difficult to read his response. I wish he would remove it. If I could see the reaction on his face, it would let me know if it would be a good idea to propose my counter. His body appears stiff, in a neutral way. Yet, it looks as though his gloved fingers slowly, rhythmically tap on the table in an annoyed almost bored way.

“Supreme Leader, what is your consensus,” General Hux inquires.

“It appears that -” Is all that comes out before a garbled mess of sounds.

“ Sir it appears your mask translator is malfunctioning. We can not understand what you are saying,” General Hux interrupts. The Supreme Leader attempts to speak again but only gibberish ensues and General Hux repeats his prior statement.

The Supreme Leader stands and rushes to remove his mask. The mask positively vibrates in his hands. He puts the mask in one hand and outstretches his arm. He commands “Take this to the repair room, IMMEDIATELY” to no guard in particular. A few shuffle and follow his command. When the mask is out of his hand, he takes a seat and a deep breath, some attempt to regain his composure.

“And how exactly do you propose we do such a thing Commander Locke”, The Supreme Leader asks in an aggravated tone.

I turn to see a blush fall onto Locke’s cheeks.

“I… You see, Supreme Leader… Its…”

“Ahem,” I say clearing my throat. Now all eyes are on me.

“Do you wish to say something Commander (y/n),” General Hux questions.

“Yes. In fact, I do,” I say before rising from my seat.

“I generally agree with Commander Locke’s idea, however, I believe more thought and consideration for its ramifications should be factored in before simply executing it,” I state Looking from Commander Locke to General Hux and lastly allowing my eyes to fall on that of the Supreme Leader. The Supreme Leader's expression is unreadable. I guess the mask doesn't hide much. His eyes show nothing and there isn’t a single crease in his eyebrows or lip nor a sense of tension in his jaw visible.

“I see, and what sort of consideration for ramifications did you have in mind, Commander (y/n),” General Hux inquires. I let out a breath. I was expecting as much as some sort of public humiliation or outright rejection.

“Well Planet Korr is home to a top-level Rebel base, but it is also home to Amians, a population of highly skilled individuals talented in weaponry creation. Not to mention Planet Korr is one of the few planets with the resource forlam which is a critical ingredient in medicine and agriculture. By striking Planet Korr at first chance, we would defeat the rebels, but we would also be sacrificing a critical source of weaponry, medicine, and agriculture for the Empire. Not to mention we would sacrifice countless innocent civilian lives. I understand the strategic role Korr plays in the Rebellion, so if we strike, we must do so with caution and precision,” I proposed. At first, all I can hear is the blood rushing through my body pumping loudly through my ears.

“Respectfully Commander (y/n), any planet we strike comes at the cost of some civilians regardless of how cautious or precise we try to be,” Commander Locke counters.

“That may be so to you, but I believe we can accomplish both. We can protect ourselves and others. The Amians have allies across the Empire. What do you think will happen if we strike with zero regard for their lives? They will see us as the enemy. And it will only have a domino effect across their allies who will eventually turn on us,” I respond. “We need to be strategic about this”.

“We cannot afford to,” Locke counters.

“Why not?” I ask, no longer aware of anyone else in the room. My eyes and my thoughts are locked and loaded on Locke.

“The Rebellion is gaining traction. Their base on Korr is becoming far too powerful. It is absolutely important that we strike.”

“I agree it is important, but is it urgent?” I ask and in response, Locke’s jaw drops and the sound of a pin hitting the floor is audible.

“If this matter is only important and not urgent, then I suggest we utilize the time afforded to us to plan this carefully," I say to no one in particular.

"We may have some time, but not very much Commander, so I suggest you proceed with caution," General Hux adds. I turned to look at him and feel the burning glare of the Supreme Leader next to him. My eyes shift over and his expression is again unreadable. But this time, something in his eyes is slightly different. They’re still indistinguishable, but no longer empty.

"Yes, General," I say with a meek nod.

"So what do you propose we do?" pours from the lips of the Supreme Leader. My pulse quickens and my hands start getting clammy. He has shone a spotlight on me. All eyes are on me in a way that they were not before. Even the Supreme Leader's eyes are boring into what feels like the deepest depths of my soul.

"Yes, Supreme Leader, that is a very good question. I believe a strike should be our absolute last option. And if a strike is necessary, we must utilize a weapon with the precision that would only destroy the rebel base and little to nothing else. One option I suggest we exercise before considering a strike is making a deal with the Amians. We could have a meeting with their leaders, hear out any concerns or needs that they may have, and offer any possible solutions along with our protection in exchange for the removal of the rebel base and their pledged allegiance to the Empire. I firmly believe that if a deal can be made and we acquire the trust of the Amians, Korr and her sister planets could soon fall within the realm of the Empire, Supreme Leader” I finished proposing. I look at the Supreme Leader and see what almost appears to be a glint in his eyes.

"And what if they refuse?” he asks coolly. How is he able to say anything in the most neutral way possible? Absolutely zero feeling is in that man's voice. His voice isn’t monotonous though, he varies his tone but it seems that every sound that comes out of his mouth is properly calculated to sound the same way to prevent any emotion from showing.

“With all due respect sir, I have worked with Amians before and I believe they could greatly benefit from what we have to offer. Amians are quite open-minded nowadays. Plus, something I believe to be true among most Amians is that the two things they value most in their culture are family and industry. They are loyal to each other and their business. I imagine if we could enhance one, if not both, of those things, then they will return the loyalty to us. We feed them and they feed us. It is the simple nature of a symbiotic relationship,” I pause to breathe. "But, I acknowledge the possibility that I could be surprised. If the Amians cannot make a deal with us, I say we try one more thing before a strike. They say the enemy of my enemy is my friend. There is a planet not too far from Korr called Myr. Myr is enemies with the Rebellion and coincidentally allies with Korr. If we successfully make a deal with Myr, Korr will have no choice but to see how valuable of a partner we can be and will sooner or later make a deal with us" I state. General Hux seems to be weighing his options while the Supreme Leader remains stoic. The rest of the room exchanges glances.

"Supreme Leader, I believe in Commander (y/n)’s proposition. However, I say if they do not agree to our terms the first time, the next natural step would be to strike. We cannot afford to play the long game otherwise" General Hux says. Nods follow around the room. I open my mouth to say something, discouraged by his last statement but nothing comes out. I look up at the Supreme Leader and he sees my face and his eyebrows slightly furrow, one going slightly higher than the other before what looks like an invisible object irons out his face back to its stoic emotionless display.

"I agree. This is the mission we will carry out,” The Supreme Leader responds after several seconds of internal debate and the entire room exhales with breaths we did not know we were holding.

“Hux, prepare another meeting to discuss coordination with the Amians. Include Commander (y/n) in the meeting” the Supreme Leader says before turning to look at him and I swear I almost see the phantom of a smile decorate his face. The room feels really hot all of a sudden. My cheeks are betraying me. My whole body feels like it's the color red.

“ Yes, duly noted Supreme Leader," General Hux responds as he makes notes in his notebook.

"I will have everyone's assignments ready by the end of the day, so please be on the lookout for that,” General Hux instructs to the members of the council. “Supreme Leader is there anything else you wish to add before the meeting concludes?"

“Commander (y/n), I wish to speak with you after the meeting. As for everyone else, the meeting is adjourned,” the Supreme Leader orders. Everyone nods, bows, and declares the force be with him before chatting and filing out of the room.

“Hey, you did really good today! Good luck with the Supreme Leader,” the youngest Commander meekly says to me with a warm smile and big brown eyes before she exits the room.

“She's right, that was a really good idea you had (y/n), but at least I'm not the one about the catch all the smoke from you-know-who,” Commander Locke teases looking from the Supreme Leader back to me.

“Whatever Locke,” I say rolling my eyes at him as he walks away. Soon, almost everyone has exited the room, leaving me alone with the Supreme Leader. I make my way over to him as he rises from his chair. All of a sudden, every step feels slower than the one before. I have never been this close to the Supreme Leader, especially not without his infamous mask. I have never even spoken with him one-on-one before this. Talking in the heat of the moment during the meeting was somehow easy, but now, all I want is for the ground to open up and swallow me whole.

Before I know it, my feet are firmly planted in front of him. My eye level is at his broad chest clad in dark black fabric. I physically tilt my head up to look at his face, to look into his eyes. This is rare. I am rather tall for this part of the Galaxy. I am accustomed to physically looking down upon most people I interact with. Not to be mistaken with the fact that I have met others who are my height or taller, but that occurs far less often than those whom I have met that are much shorter than me. But now, in front of The Supreme Leader, whose physical presence is looming over me, I feel every inch of my body tense up.

“You wanted to speak with me, Supreme Leader?” I ask. Stars, I hope you didn’t hear the tremble in my voice. Why is it so scary to talk to him now? He said he liked my idea and that we’re going to go through with it, so that would mean he probably isn’t going to chew me out right now. And even if he did, if he wanted to throw some humiliation into the mix, surely he would have done it in front of the others. Wait, did I imagine it or did something in his lip twitch when I called him by his title? He looks down on me and his eyes look into mine, almost as if they are searching for something.

“Yes. Care to take a walk with me?” he asks in an almost rhetorical way because it is obvious that I cannot say no in this situation. “There is something I would like to show you,” he adds.

“Okay,” I respond. What is happening? And suddenly we’re off. He takes strides that make me speed walk to catch up. Is this what most people feel like when they walk with me?

With every step we take, I hear the stomping of his leather boots and the whooshing of his cloak. His raven waves swish around, or at least it appears so when I look from my peripheral vision. I fear looking at him too much might be invasive. The Supreme Leader is known for many things, one of which is his anger. If I can help it, I will not be caught in the crosshairs of that anger.

We walk through several hallways, passing by several pairs of Stormtroopers who seem to freeze in our wake. If I could see behind those masks I would probably see eyes bugging out of their sockets. I wonder if Karmir is on patrol in this zone? Wait till I tell him about this. Balia’s probably still on Droid repair duty, but when I see her for dinner I'm totally telling her about this too.

We continue walking in silence for several minutes, the Supreme Leader doesn't strike me as a small talk kind of guy. He steps in front of a seemingly innocuous doorway. I stop and turn to look at him. He reaches around his waist and pulls out his lightsaber and I instinctively take a step back.

“Worry not young Commander, this is merely a security device,” the Supreme Leader assures, showing a warmth to his eyes. Hearing him call me “young commander” makes me feel like a corset has been placed around my heart and the strings have been engaged, tightening the sturdy fabric and compressing the organ.

He places the turned-off lightsaber to the door, turns on the device with its blaring red light, and does what appears to be using The Force to open the door. It feels oddly intimate and like I just watched something I shouldn’t have; kind of like accidentally walking in on someone getting undressed.

“Please, come in,” he says to me with a nod, ushering me to enter this foreign space first. I try to visually assess what is on the other side before I enter, but the darkness limits my view.

“You are safe with me Commander (y/n),” the Supreme Leader says and goosebumps proceed to rise throughout my body. I look up at him with furrowed eyebrows. Where are we? Why did you bring me here? Why does hearing you say my name make me feel this way? I look between him and the room and then back at him.

“Please,” he says in an oddly pleading yet commanding way. Well, I guess this is it. Not following the Supreme Leader's orders is essentially a death wish.

I take a step forward and enter the pitch-black room. I walk a few more steps and the Supreme Leader follows suit. When I hear the door shut I freeze in my tracks. Is this a trap I think until the closing of the door signals the lights in the room to turn on. I gasp as my eyes take in my surroundings. It is the most grandiose collection of books I have ever seen in my entire life. I could spend hours and hours in a place like this.

I turn to the Supreme Leader and see his lips are turned up at what would be considered the smallest smile on most people but on him is probably a grin.

“Where are we,” I ask. Rows and rows of books flood my eyes. I look from floor to ceiling and wall to wall in what feels like a ballroom of books.

“We are in the Supreme Leader's Library,” he says, voice dripping like honey.

“I didn't know such a thing existed,” I comment wandering around.

“It is not privy to many. When I assumed the role of the Supreme Leader, I inherited this place, used by several leaders before me. I have been adding to their collection since,” he explains as he follows me and my wandering gaze.

“Why did you bring me here,” I ask. A book with a spine of gold trim and bright red letters catches my attention but I don’t recognize the language it is written in. I don’t reach for the book because this place feels too sacred it makes me too afraid to touch anything.

“I see the book of Rozenia catches your attention too,” he comments and pulls the book with the gold spine and red letters out of its shelf. He hands the book out for me: an offering. I look up at him and then down at the book. I reach for it, my fingers lightly brushing his gloved ones. I admire the front cover and run my finger along with the golden pattern.

“I don’t understand the language this book is written in,” I explain as I look up into his eyes.

“You mean to tell me you have an encyclopedic knowledge of the Amians yet know nothing of their language?” He asks this in a way that could normally be construed as teasing but on him appears less so.

“You know of the Amians?” I ask incredulously.

“Please, do not act so surprised,” he says with a smile – my brain is short-circuiting at the sight.

“Oh. I’m sorry, I –”

“Do not worry. I know of the Amians probably for the same reason you and any other non-Amian person knows. Despite it being such a small planet in the seemingly middle of nowhere, I was once close to an Amian person,” he explained.

“For me, it was my cousin. She is half-Amian. Her Amian mother married into our family. She told me a lot about Korr and I even got to visit her there a few times. Our family was initially shocked but grew in acceptance over time. It turns out that her mother's family wasn't as accepting of the union. But the three of them seem really happy together, like a complete family unit,” I share with him. How did this happen?

“For me, it was a boy in my youth. We were close peers in Jedi training,” he explained. I didn't expect him to share much, but now that he has, thousands of questions about the man standing before me have flooded my brain. What was he like as a boy? What was Jedi training like for him? It is difficult to imagine him in any other way than the man standing right in front of me.

“Commander (y/n), it takes someone with great heart and mind to do what you did today,” he says after a long pause. Is the Supreme Leader…praising me right now?

“I was simply doing my job sir,” I respond.

“You did more than just your job today Commander,” he says with the most earnest look in his light brown eyes. “Come with me,” he orders and I follow him. We walk to the corner of the library and he locates a console. He presses several buttons and a hiss emits as a bookshelf lifts up to reveal a hidden room.

“Oh! Sir, I… I don’t know if this –,” I blabber acutely aware of how this situation looks. My word vomit shifts from the sobriety of how unbelievable this moment is to silence once I become mesmerized by the space before me. The room is pure windows. The wall across from me is nothing but floor-to-ceiling windows and as I look to my right there is a bay window with a perfect seating area for reading. Outside of the window is a collection of stars and nebulae. The power of the stars possesses my body and drags me toward the site. I practically press my body to the floor-to-ceiling window. There are millions of stars at my display. Light pink and yellow nebula blow across the window slowly like a cloud.

“I've never seen a view like this before,” I exclaim, my eyes drinking in the view before me. The Supreme Leader saunters over and observes my reaction. I can feel my cheeks burning from the smile that hasn’t left my face since I entered the room. The nebula puts me in a trance. I’m brought back to reality when the Supreme Leader clears his throat.

“Sir, you still haven't answered my question. Why did you bring me here,” I ask. The light from the pink and yellow nebula cast a rosy glow on his face.

“Commander (y/n), The Empire is in need of more people like you.” He pauses, eyes searching mine once more. He continues, “We need more leaders. We need more people who want to make a smart decision even if it is not the easiest. But most of all, we need more people with your courage, compassion, knowledge, and foresight,” he compliments. My heart gets stuck in my throat. “This may surprise you, but I found your performance today to be demonstrative of how much more competent you are than the vast majority of my staff and council.”

“I… thank you. It means a great deal to hear that from you, Supreme Leader,” I graciously respond with a small bow of my head. His lips curve upward on one side in a sort of half-grin which might have charmed me, but I can’t settle on the fact that his statement makes no sense to me.

“But, how can that be?”

“I find that my subordinates fear me, so much so that they have become spineless minions that will say anything they think I want to hear, most of which are tactics with short-lived success rates like that young Locke man suggested or just general silence. It is quite frustrating.”

“Well, speaking from the other side, if even half the rumors I’ve heard about you are true, then I find your subordinates to be quite justified in their fear.”

“But does that justify their lackluster showmanship?”

“I suppose not… But then that begs the question, are you justified in your use of fear as a leadership tool?”

“I don’t see why not! People need a purpose to drive their actions and I find fear to be an effective purpose. You’d be surprised how fear proves fruitful in driving the inner mechanisms of the empire.”

“Yes, it honestly did surprise me to hear how your use of fear was so effective it made me, a young commander look more competent than 95% of your team,” I quip. The Supreme Leader widens his eyes and raises his eyebrows. His shock at my use of his words and logic against him is intoxicating. Who else in all the galaxy can say they’ve pointed out a flaw to the Supreme Leader.

My glee is short-lived when he shuts his eyes close and turns around. He pushes his arm out and uses The Force to send an erect bookcase in the outer room flying across the room and onto the floor. Tens of books fly out and scatter across the floor in a mess of pages and words that couldn’t be taken back. The clash and clatter of the scene make me flinch. I plead to the stars that he doesn’t reenact the move on me.

“Commander (y/n),” he scolds in a low and controlled voice.

“Supreme Leader, I apologize if I have spoken out of turn, sir. I hope to reiterate that a compliment from you is the greatest I can hope to receive… More than anything, I am wondering… what was your intention for bestowing your compliments upon me… here of all places?” I gesture to the collection of books around us with my arm. He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. And he wonders why people walk on eggshells around him.

“Commander (y/n), This place holds a great deal of wisdom and power. It has served leaders of the past and will continue to prepare the leaders of the future. Someone like you could benefit a great deal from this place. You might be one of the few in the Galaxy to truly appreciate it,” he offers. Okay, now that’s a lie. In ALL of the Galaxy, yeah right.

“But this place is reserved only for Supreme Leaders,” I comment.

“And as Supreme Leader, I can decide whether or not I will allow special guests into my space.” At this point, he is seething, but I hear the restraint in his tone of voice and see it in the tightness of his jaw and neck.

“Have any other special guests entered this space before?”

“You would be the first,” he admits, tightly pressing his lips in a line.

Oh. We’re not just talking about the library anymore.

“I see.” I turn around and begin pacing the small room. I can feel his eyes burning into the back of my head. I stop in front of the window and gaze at a cluster of stars.

“I do not wish to enrage you, sir. And as flattered as I am to be here, I must ask you this,” I pause to turn towards him, “I have a feeling that you want something from me and I would appreciate it if we could be transparent with one another. So will you please tell me what that thing is?”

His Adams Apple bobs up and down as he gulps. Our eyes lock and he blinks several times. He slowly parts his lips as if to say something, but nothing comes out. I take a step toward him.

“I'm only going to ask you this once more,” I paused to inhale, “Supreme Leader, what–”

“Don’t call me that,” he interrupts and it feels like a slap to the face.

“What?” My voice cracks. Why would he say such a thing? “But that is your title?”

“Exactly. It is my title, but it is not my name,” he says. Oh no. I've only heard his name in hushed whispers and rumors. No one ever uses it unless they wish death upon themselves. We are to refer to him as Supreme Leader and Supreme Leader only.

“Do you know what my name is,” he asks. I nod and look down, too meek to vocally admit it.

“I want to hear you say it,” he commands. The tone brings my eyes back up to him. Before I do so, I take in the different pieces of the puzzle that is his face. Perhaps if he were not the highest in my chain of command and the most terrifying man in the Galaxy, it would be quite easy for me to admit that he is a handsome man. His long jet-black waves perfectly frame his milky face. His eyebrows are soft, small, and faint compared to the starkness of his hair. His soft eyelashes frame the pools of amber in his irises. His long protruding nose contrasts with the softness of his eyebrows. The scar that runs from his temple all the way down across his eye and to his cheek beckons me to softly touch it. And his wide full lips beg me to… no, I shouldn't even imagine that. My gaze returns to his.

“Kylo Ren,” I breathe. His eyelids flutter close. He mutters the word “yes” before opening his eyes again.

“Many know the Supreme Leader, but few know Kylo Ren. I brought you here because it is my wish that you get to know Kylo Ren. That you know me, not just as Supreme Leader of the Empire, but as a man,” is the last thing I ever expected to come out of his mouth, but it does and it astonishes me to my core. Prior to today, I have never thought about him in this manner at all. I don't know what to say.

“I understand the gravity of my proposition. Tonight, I invite you to dinner with me on the F deck. If you have any interest you can meet me there at 8 to discuss more about it. If you don't, I will take that as your signal that you are not interested and wish to remain in professional status with me. I will respect your decision either way and leave you with time to think about it,” he says. I guess I'm not the only one with foresight. He takes a moment to look at me. We both stand there trying to read the other’s face, eyes, and overall demeanor. We decipher all the words we are currently not saying.

“I…Could I take some time to think about it here,” I ask.

“Of course Little Star. I will leave you to the privacy at the library. When you are ready to leave, simply enter my name into the keypad next to the door and press the exit button beneath it. The door will automatically close after you,” he instructs.

He takes a moment, to gauge my reaction I suppose. A strand of hair from my bun falls into my face. I pretend like I don't notice the strand in front of me, fearing that it might interrupt anything he might add, but then he slowly removes a glove from his hand. He raises his bare ivory hand to my face and I involuntarily close my eyes. He tucks the loose strand back in its place and runs a finger along my jaw, leaving little electric pulses in its place. It takes nearly every atom in me to fight the urge to lean into his hand, to embrace his touch. I open my eyes and see him looking at something below my own.

He looks back into my eyes while putting his glove back on says, “I hope to see you tonight”. With a small bow of his head and whoosh to his cloak, he's gone, leaving me in the most magical room I have ever been in, with the biggest decision I have ever had to make in my life

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mrs-gucci · 3 years

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Would you mind sharing any headcanons, fluffy, smutty, or a mix of both, for Maurizio and/or Jacques and a virgin? 🎀🥰 Thanks for opening your requests — and for hosting your ‘themes’ as well!

HC’s: Maurizio Gucci & Jacques Le Gris with a virgin!Reader

thanks, and thank you for requesting :)

warnings: smut depictions, some fluff (mostly mau’s section), virginity loss. Jacques’ section gets a lil more rauncy lol. *no use of ‘Y/N’ in this.*

Maurizio Gucci

Mauri, after finding out that you’re a virgin, pulls out all the stops to make your first time especially romantic & comfortable. Mood lighting, candles, soft sexy music, the works.

He remembers that his first time wasn’t the best, with a girl that didn’t really care about him or his pleasure all that much, so he wants to make sure that he really pampers you, just like he does outside the bedroom.

He never makes you feel guilty or stupid for not knowing exactly how to do something, and he’s incredibly patient with you as you learn. He’s a great and willing teacher :)

Although he takes your pleasure very seriously, he’s always up for a good laugh when he can’t undo an article of your clothing or you struggle with something of his. Or whenever his glasses fog up, or his big beautiful nose gets in the way of kisses lol.

When he sheathes himself inside you for the first time (after making sure you’re nice and wet and ready), he asks several times if you’re okay. He’s always looking at you, gauging your facial expressions and keeping a sharp eye & ear out for signs of discomfort.

Start to finish, Mau is there for you and your pleasure. He’s a selfless lover and that never changes, from your first time together to your last <3

Jacques Le Gris

Jacques takes great pleasure and pride in deflowering virgins; it’s something he thinks of as somewhat of a hobby. He loves the way they squeal and writhe as he fucks their fresh, untouched cunts. Nothing beats the sight or feeling.

But you’re not quite like those other girls, no. You’re special. He really feels something for you, something both below-the-belt and in the heart, though he’d never admit it aloud.

So, when you come to his chambers late at night with that glimmer in your eye, he finds himself being especially considerate with you as he lays you upon his bed. He kisses you, deeply, and all over. Lips, cheeks, neck, throat, collarbones, breasts, abdomen, thighs…he enjoys the sweet taste of your skin.

His cock slips along your slick folds before he thrusts forth, honing in on that one spot he knows will make you moan. And it does. He admires, for a moment, the way your face contorts in pleasure. Beautiful.

When he does push in, he moves especially slowly, allowing you acclimation time. You’re tight, oh so tight, and he can’t help the little groan that slips from his lips. He starts rolling his hips right away and you take him so well, mewling and whimpering and moaning beneath him.

Your petite mort brings him to his, surprisingly, and he growls lowly while pumping his warm release deep into your ripe and waiting womb. He can’t remember the last time he’s felt such an intense climax.

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glassbxttles · 4 years

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Clyde: Clyde loved the boudoir photo book you’d given him for your anniversary. Every page just made him harder and harder, especially when the last few pages were just you. He loved the photos of you in those strappy heels he’s learned to love so much. The matching black panties. He couldn’t contain himself when he got that book out to look at.

Flip: Flip had a few photos he’d taken of you on his phone early in the mornings. You’d fallen asleep the night before, his flannel dangling off of your shoulders. Your chest is usually out of it and maybe you weren’t under the blanket. He loves those sleepy little photos. They were so natural and so unposed.

Sackler: titty pics, titty pics, titty pics. When you wanted to give Adam an extra good day, you’d pull your shirt up— with a bra or not— and snap a picture to send to him. He’d usually tell you to be ready for him when he got home. And you always were.

Daniel: Daniel loved the photos you took with him. When he was buried deep inside of you and you’d reach over, grab your phone, and snap a photo of where your two bodies met. He loved when you took photos of his mouth on you, of the marks he made. He loved the silly little selfies together after. The ones you’d be kissing in and you could see a little bit of your boobs. He loved the pictures you let him grab your ass for. He loved seeing his hands on you. Because he was your good boy and he wanted to know it.

Rick: Rick loved Polaroids. He loved when you got yourself all done up for him. Bare skin, fixed up hair, your makeup done for the Gods— or for him— he loved when you took them yourself. The angles you’d take them at, drawing attention to your chest, ass, and thighs. Especially your thighs.

#glassbxttles hcs #Clyde Logan #flip zimmerman #adam sackler #Daniel Jones #Rick Smolan #clyde x reader #flip x reader #sackler x reader #Daniel x reader #rick x reader #glassbxttles adcu #i love my adcu

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What are your headcanons for Camgirl!Reader with each of the boys ( including the "neglected" ones)? Do they participate with you or just watch you work from afar?

oh have I been waiting for this one 😬 I’ve been reading hella cam!girl reader shit recently and I’m EXCITED.

Buckle in tho, there’s a LOT OF BOYS HERE. I really want to delve in and write a cam!girl fic eventually so here’s my headcanons 🤍

my popular boys,

Clyde: Clyde’s a bit shy and not much of a participant. But he’s always one to give you little quips for your show. Maybe he helps pick out which lingerie set you wear or which toy you’ll use. And you always let him sit in behind the camera, if he’s quiet.

Sackler: He definitely wants to participate. He wants you to use him as one of your props. He’d definitely enjoy it if you used his cock instead of those pretty toys you’re always fucking yourself with.

Phillip: A ready and able participant. Will let you whip him and tie him up and peg him for your audience. Also just loves the attention he gets from your viewers.

Ben: Ben has had enough fucking bullshit to deal with. He’s tired. He doesn’t need a bunch of strangers watching him fuck you. He just wants to sleep™️. But he does always wish you luck on your sessions, gives you a deep kiss, and then a pat on the butt, before you disappear into your shared bedroom.

Ronnie: Literally a sweetheart. The blushiest of boys. Asks if you can use that clit sucking vibe for the one (many) sessions he pays for. Offers his flower boxes as a pretty background option for you.

Daniel: Wants you to boss him around on one of your sessions but doesn’t want to ask, so he sits and watches you use all those different vibes and then he really wants you to use them on him.

Charlie: He literally starts camming with you. That’s the tweet. (He’s pretty popular too)

Flip: Participates off camera, as long as you look him in the eye and call him daddy. Those other folks paying for your time would learn their places, know that your daddy takes the best care of you. And maybe you get a few complaints about eye contact, but you make up for it when daddy tumbles from your lips as you shake in pleasure.

Rick: TAKES YOUR ADVERTISING PHOTOS. He’s happy to do it too! He helps you choose the best colors for your skin, sets the backgrounds, lets you pose how you want, and he always tells you to open those legs a bit further. But that’s as far as his participation goes.

Matt: Doesn’t want to pay for what he can have for free. He also watches you whilst he’s at work, listening with his headphones in and he’s half tempted to show any of the starkiller technicians that walk by. Loses his mind when you introduce yourself as Sunny one day when he’s at home and literally overtakes your session to fuck that out of you because he’s the only one that calls you that. Randy saw you over his shoulder once.

Jude: Steals away moments from Dominik to sit in his room and watch you quietly. And he’s already vowed to pay for every single piece of content you have out there, even if it’s coming straight back to the household. And maybe he’d never tell you he watches your shows and that he uses a fake screen name to do so. He knew you cammed and maybe he saw your phone opened up onto the site once and he’s never looked back on supporting you.

Paterson: He sits patiently in the living room in his underwear, shooing Blue away from him while he pulls his laptop onto his lap. You always wear your wedding ring, even if it sort of pulls from the illusion. He pays for your content and leaves polite little messages in your chat to amp you up. And then fucks you deep after your session.

Paul: Pays for your video content, asks for your photo content as an anniversary gift. Also makes sure to scout your chat for any rude asses and boot them out as quickly as they joined. Is literally your savior from things getting too out of hand, chat wise.

and the “neglected” boys,

Jason: do you even know him? Your whole day to day life is basically a cam session for him. When you change, lounge, and even take a shower. He doesn’t participate in any of the fun, but he did create your setup for you.

Adam: Doesn’t understand why you would want to cam, he’s always taken care of things for the two of you. But thinks it’s really hot when you take your time setting up, meticulously picking out your outfit and the toys you’ll use, and when you ask him for opinions on anything beforehand.

Randy: Sees Matt’s girlfriend camming when he sat next to Matt in the lunch room once. He suggested it to you and offers to buy you a new laptop and camera to do it.

Al: He gets really shy when you talk about it with him. He’s always been more traditional, of sorts. But he really enjoys getting to watch you, more than he wants to participate. Sex to him is personal and he doesn’t want to share the intimacy between you two.

Zachary: Does not know what camming is at first. Once you explain, he gives you a long nod, and asks what he can do to help. And you start integrating him in in little bites. Hands touching you, fucking you over the side of your bed, careful to leave his face out. It’d always elicit a crowd of viewers appreciating that they could put themselves there and imagine more with the way he was fucking you.

Allan: do I even have to tell you that boy wants you to dominate him in every single one of your sessions? It always picks up your views when you have an audience wanting to be in his shoes. If you’re gonna call him your little whore, you might as well be paid well for it.

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HOLY SHIT I FINALLY DID IT, Y’ALL! A COMPLETE MASTERLIST! All of my writings are laid out under the cut. XOXOXO!

Last updated: October 4, 2021 (refresh the masterlist)

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Aaaand just a quick reminder...

ADAM SACKLER - Girls (2012-2017)

- FICS -

MEET THE BOYS: Adam Sackler - (450 words)

an intro to Sackler in the jynzandtonic universe

The Show Must Go On - AO3 - (1.8k + 1.7k + 2k words)

{part 1} - {part 2} - {part 3}

switch!Sackler x switch!reader: “omg they were quarantined!” w/ anonymous webcam sex and edging

Cherry - (1.6k + ? words)

{part 1} - {part 2 tba; it’s on the back burner!}

Daddy!Sackler x virgin!reader: reader has a daddy kink and innocence kink, initiates a pre-negotiated roleplay scenario for their first time sexual experience

Swiped - AO3 - audio - (1.2k + 1.3k + 2k words)

FULL FIC + AUDIO or {part 1} - {part 2} - {part 3}

Sackler x inexperienced/virgin!reader: “omg and they were roommates!” w/ idiots-to-lovers, instruction, dirty talk

Cake - (1k + 1.9k + ?) - to be continued!

{part 1} - {part 2} - {part 3}

Sackler asks what you want for your birthday. You ask for DAT BOOTY. Switch!Sackler x switch!reader pegging fic!

What to Expect - AO3 - (30k+) - WIP!

ch.1 - ch.2 - ch.3 - ch.4 - ch.5 - ch.6 - ch.7 - ch.8 - ch.9 - ch.10 - ch.11 - ch.12 - ch.13 - ch.14 - ch.15 (epilogue)

You decide to have a baby via donor, but your friend across the hall offers to help out the old-fashioned way. Preggo/Babyfic feat. Sackler!

Whole - AO3 - (500 words)

There are days when it feels like you just can’t get out of bed. There are days when you feel like you’re broken. But with Adam, you know you’re never really alone.

Ask Her - AO3 - audio - (5k words)

When you let it slip that you fooled around with your best friend back in the day, Sackler asks if you’d do it again. When you say you would, he can’t seem to let the idea of the three of you go. Maybe—just maybe—all you have to do is ask her.

Basic Instinct - AO3 - (25k)

ch.1 - ch. 2 - ch. 3 - ch. 4 - ch. 5 - ch. 6 - ch.7 - ch. 8

It’s a lucky coincidence—when you’re desperately searching for a new place, Adam Sackler has a room for rent. Plus, alphas and betas make great roommates, right? … Right?

- THOTS -

Losing your virginity to Sackler

Adam making you cum while out at dinner w/ his parents

Sackler fingerfucking you on a rollercoaster

Facefucking and spitting in your mouth

Sackler screeching for cuddles

Sackler finding ‘innocent’ virgin!reader’s vibrator

Feeling needy and giving Sackler a sloppy, lovey BJ

Sackler teaching anxious reader how to give him head

Sackler wanting to see your lipstick smeared on his cock

Shy reader pulling The Lip Bite (TM) on Adam

Temperature play w/ ice cubes

Shy reader turning passionate for Sackler

What are the odds: wearable vibe at work

You and Sackler jerking each other off at a movie theater

Fucking you so hard you forget you even met your ex

Soft dom!reader overstimulating sweet Sackler

Adam eating your pussy on a hike

Riding Sackler’s face to shut him the fuck up

Sweet, soft sex with Sackler in front of your ex

Soft, sleepy morning sex

Adam loving on your teeny tiny titties

Gremlin!Sackler fingering the fuck outta you

Shit-talking switch!Sackler feat. some bondage

Catching Sackler jerkin’ it and playing with his titties

Some very possessive dirty talk

Adam finding virgin!reader’s dildo

Sackler ‘helping’ busy student!reader unwind

Proud reader fucking Sackler backstage between shows

Sackler buys you your very first vibe

Sackler pulling up your sundress and fucking you in the park

Sleeping in *ahem* too small of a bed with roommate Sackler

Sex that sent you and Sackler to the ER

Sackler in a healthy, communicative relationship

Sackler comforting a reader far away from home

Sackler with asexual!reader

- SNACCS -

Random shit that Adam says in bed with you

Pregnancy kink with Adam Sackler

Sackler’s nicknames for reader

Daddy!Adam Sackler daydreams

Misc Sackler hcs: dirty talk, sex, exhibitionism, domestic fluff

Songs on my Sackler “bedroom playlist”

Comparing the temperature of your mouth and cunt

Sackler eating out nervous!reader for the first time

How Sackler gives kisses

Dan + Sackler soothing your anxiety

Making grumpy Sackler BEG FOR IT

Bashful Sackler hcs

On Adam’s chaotic!switch tendencies

NSFW Alphabet: Cum + Fave Position

On seeing a usually self conscious partner feel confident about their body

Adam Sackler loves love

Sexy HCs: cum, masturbation, oral, kinks, pussy-eating

CLYDE LOGAN - Logan Lucky (2017)

- FICS -

Meet the Boys: Clyde Logan

Maybe - AO3 - (1k words)

breeding kink/creampie WITHOUT the possibility/goal of reader becoming pregnant

Clyde gets ASMR - AO3 - (1k words)

Your sweet boy Clyde is the first guest on your ASMR channel. SFW fluff, can you believe it?!

Solstice - AO3 - (3k + 1.8k words)

{part 1} - {part 2}

It happens every Winter Solstice–you shift into a fox and wander the West Virginian woods for the longest night of the year. When you’re injured in an accident, the kind local bartender takes you into his care. Little does he know you’ll shift back into your human form come sunrise… without a shred of clothing on you.

The Plunge - AO3 - (3.4k words)

Clyde's not too hot on the idea of you swimmin' all by yourself at night, so it's up to you to convince him to join you for some moonlight skinny dipping.

In Vino Veritas - AO3 - (6.6k words)

In Vino Veritas — ‘In Wine, Truth.' You open up your very own wine bar, but one Boone County bartender isn’t particularly pleased about it. When a rift emerges between the two of you, will you find a way to mend it? And is there really “truth in wine?”

Eyes Wide Open - AO3 - (1.5k words)

It's all anonymous, and you're so hungry for a lover's touch. You'll never see him; he'll never know you. After an hour together, you'll part ways and never cross paths again. You couldn't find each other if you tried. As luck would have it, you might not need to.

- THOTS -

Rowdy fuckin’ with Clyde

Clyde comforting reader after a fight with a parent/other

Touch-starved, babbling, dirty-talking Clyde

Daddy!Clyde fucking bratty reader while decorating the xmas tree

Clyde getting riled up watching you do stretches

Mirror-fucking and dirty-talk with Clyde

Phone sex with Clyde

Teaching Clyde to dance

Making Clyde do a homemade facemask*

Clyde wants a baby for Christmas

Admiring and loving on Clyde’s soft cock

The first time Clyde made your cheeks go hot

Filthy fucking at Duck Tape with Clyde

Clyde’s very first time eating pussy*

Crying on Clyde’s cock

Clyde making you cum seven times in a row (for luck, y’know)

Facesitting with Daddy!Clyde

Clyde fucking your ass at Duck Tape after seeing your plug

Leaving the big city and reassuring Clyde of your choice

Waking Clyde up with some slow head

Sweet n sensual mirror sex with Clyde

Clyde comforting you with slow lovemaking

Clyde comforting isolated reader

Sending/receiving nude pics with Clyde

Corrupting sweet sub!Clyde

- SNACCS -

Clyde comforting sad reader (gn)

Clyde + breeding kink/pregnancy - part 1

Clyde + breeding kink/pregnancy - part 2

Clyde + breeding kink/pregnancy - part 3

Clyde with a lactation kink

Clyde taking care of you when you’re sick

Netflix and... cockwarming. oops

Riding Clyde’s cock. That’s it. That’s the post.

Marking his territory with creampies

Fantasizing about meeting Clyde at the bar

Clyde x SIZE KINK

Loving fussing over Clyde

High school Clyde (uwu)

Telling Clyde you want to have a baby

Clyde being protective of you

NSFW Alphabet: Oral + Jack Off

Clyde eating pussy

MORE Clyde and breeding kink

The first time you have sex with Clyde feat. SIZE KINK

Sexy HCs: creampies, pussy-eating, and pregnancy

FLIP ZIMMERMAN - Blackkklansman (2017)

- FICS -

Under the Stars - AO3 - (2.8k)

Flip Zimmerman’s always talking shit—even about the gear you’ve brought on your weekend camping trip. When the rain rolls in, will you help him out with a dry place to sleep?

Sweeter Than Honey (multichapter)- coming soon!

- THOTS -

Visiting Flip at the station to show him your new lipstick

Flip daring you to sit on a vibe for 20min (overstim)

Coming home to find you in lingerie + his flannel

Fucking you in the archives division and telling you to keep quiet

GOOD COP BAD COP feat. Flip + Ronnie

Mirror sex in a dressing room

Breeding kink w/ Flip*

Your first time with Flip - part 1

Your first time with Flip - part 2

Fucking the brat out of you at a holiday party

Flip taking care of you after a long work day

Lovey-dovey drunk sex with Flip

Playing strip-poker with Flip

Slapping Flip (hint: it doesn’t go over well)

Flip spitting on your pussy

JUST how much Flip loves you

Slow lovemaking with Flip

- SNACCS -

Flip’s kinks, fave things to do in bed, and aftercare

Flip cheering you up after a bad day

Visiting Flip at the station in your skimpiest outfit

Flip being territorial over you in public

L.E.O. boys on National Horny Day

Flip being charming and playful

NSFW Alphabet: Aftercare, Goofy, Motivation, Stamina, Unfair

Gender-affirming lovin’ with Flip (transmasc!reader)

Semi-public sex and getting caught

On the subject of Flip’s balls

Growing old with Flip

OFFICER RONNIE PETERSON - The Dead Don’t Die (2018)

- FICS -

MEET THE BOYS: Ronnie Peterson - (1k words)

an intro to Ronnie in the jynzandtonic universe, in which the ending of The Dead Don’t Die is gleefully retconned

Holds Two Nicely - AO3 - (2k + ? words)

{part 1} - {part 2 coming soon}

switch!Ronnie gets road head in the Smart Car, and reader’s gonna pay for pulling that type of shenanigans

This Is The Way - AO3 - (2.6k words)

STAR WARS ROLEPLAY SEX WITH MANDO!RONNIE

Bad Day - AO3 - (2k)

blowing off a bad day with some mutual masturbation + squirting

- THOTS -

Meet the Boys: Officer Ronnie Peterson

Hand kink w/ Ronnie’s giant paws

Deepthroating + dirty talk with sweet + spicy bby Ronnie

Rescuing Ronnie from the apocalypse and settling in the big city

GOOD COP BAD COP feat. Flip + Ronnie

Handcuffing and domming Ronnie

Ronnie can’t keep his hands off you at the PD holiday party

Sitting on Ronnie’s face... HE LIKES IT.

Mando!Reader doms subby Ronnie

Cockwarming as a form of dominance with switch!Ronnie

DOUBLE PENETRATION with Ronnie + a Clone-A-Willy

Ronnie finding you half-naked in a Stormtrooper costume

Thigh-riding Ronnie at the station

Ronnie overstimulating you with a clit-sucker + cockwarming

Giving Ronnie head in the bathroom at a frat party

Ronnie spanking you after he has a rough day skiing

Make-up snuggling with Ronnie after a fight

Virgin!Ronnie x virgin!reader thots

Sending/receiving nudes with Ronnie

- SNACCS -

Fluffy/dirty HCs for nerdy boy Ronnie

What are Ronnie’s hugs like?

How Ronnie dresses when he’s not in uniform

L.E.O. boys on National Horny Day

Dan + Ronnie on Daddy kink

Ronnie Peterson Tummy Appreciation Post

NSFW Alphabet: Jack Off, Zzzzz, + Dirty Secret

CHARLIE BARBER - Marriage Story (2019)

- FICS -

MEET THE BOYS: Charlie Barber - (550 words)

an intro to Charlie in the jynzandtonic universe, which occurs solely post-Marriage Story

Exit Stage Right - AO3 - (1k words)

Theater smut and a very protective, soft Daddy!Charlie

Special Spot - AO3 - (850 words)

Daddy!Charlie is stressed from work and asks you to play with his ass

Business or Pleasure - AO3 - (1.7k words + ?) - WIP!

{part 1} - {part 2}

CHARLIE BARBER x READER x DAN JONES THREESOME

Lost and Found - AO3 - (4.6k words)

You’re an artist in New York City patiently waiting to find your soulmate. But what happens if your soulmate didn’t wait to find you?

- THOTS -

Desperate, touch-starved fucking with Charlie

Cockwarming in the theater with Charlie

Charlie buying sex toys for reader

Building IKEA furniture + drinking wine

How Kind of You to Let Me Cum: etiquette kink with Daddy!Charlie

Counting belt spankings for Daddy!Charlie

Charlie rubbing your clit on the subway

Daddy!Charlie feat. squirting kink

Charlie comforting you after a hard day

Christmas party cockwarming with Charlie

Thigh-riding Charlie in his office

Professor!Charlie Barber fucking you in the library stacks

Charlie and a little bit of voyeurism/exhibitionism

Teasing Charlie like a little brat

Charlie fucking nonbinary!reader senseless for looking too good

Sleepy morning head with Charlie + erogenous zones

Charlie punishing you with edging, spanking, and overstim

Wearing Charlie’s hand like a necklace + mirror sex

Late-night somnophilia with Charlie

Distracting Professor!Charlie during office hours

Getting messy making pancakes with Charlie

Cockwarming for Charlie during his zoom meetings

Charlie taking his frustration out on you + aftercare

Student/teacher cockwarming with Professor!Barber

Falling asleep after sex with Charlie

Soft breeding kink feels with Charlie

- SNACCS -

Misc Charlie hcs: nicknames, sex, aftercare, + more

Charlie sending you gorgeous NYC lingerie

d-d-d-d-DADDY KINK + more

NSFW Alphabet: Unfair - remote control vibe

NSFW Alphabet: Cum, Jack Off, Fave Position, Goofy, Stamina

Charlie teaching you your manners before a fancy date

Daddy!Charlie on erotic piercings

Threesomes with Charlie: Adam, Dan, + Toby

PHILLIP ALTMAN - This Is Where I Leave You (2014)

- FICS -

A Great American Pastime - coming soon!

- THOTS -

Edging bratty sub!Phillip

Phillip messing with you during Passover Seder

Sudsy shower sex with Altman

Altman fucking you in the pool during a family bbq

Making Philly cum in his pants at a house party

Phillip buying you a naughty present

Pegging bratty Phillip

Phillip degrading + facefucking you

Handcuffing Phillip and riding his face

- SNACCS -

Phillip + Sackler on the BDSM test

NSFW Alphabet: Goofy, Motivation, Unfair, Volume

Spending Hanukkah with Phillip

Sending/receiving nude pics with Phillip

DAN JONES (au context) - The Report (2019)

- FICS -

MEET THE BOYS: Dan Jones - (550 words)

an intro to Dan in the jynzandtonic universe, in which he is still a Senate staffer and the lead investigator for the Senate Select Committee on Intelligence; this is not RPF

Business or Pleasure - AO3 - (1.7k words + ?) - WIP!

{part 1} - {part 2}

CHARLIE BARBER x READER x DAN JONES THREESOME

Long Day - AO3 - (2.7k words)

DOM!Dan Jones!

Consumed by his work for the Senate Intelligence Committee, Dan comes home to you tense and exhausted, desperate for an outlet for his stress. Lucky for him, his little dove always knows just what he needs.

Professor!Dan Jones AU - coming soon!

- THOTS -

Sensual phone sex with Dan

Subby!Dan with assistant!reader

Riding the fuck out of Dan in his office chair (drabble)

Disciplining Dan when he’s misbehaved

Semi-public sex with riled-up Daniel

Dan begging you to swallow his cum*

Surprising Dan with head when he comes home from work

- SNACCS -

Dan + Sackler soothing your anxiety

Dan + Ronnie on Daddy kink

Dan with a shy!reader

Aftercare with Dan

NSFW Alphabet: Cum, Jack Off, + Toys

TOBY GRISONI (GRUMMET) - The Man Who Killed Don Quixote (2016)

- FICS -

You Can, You Shall, You Must (multichapter) - coming soon!

- THOTS -

Distracting Toby mid-film by being a brat

Toby eating your pussy on the train + getting caught

- SNACCS -

Misc Toby HCs: fucking, protectiveness, aesthetics

Misc Toby HCs: thigh-riding, hair-braiding, polaroids

NSFW Alphabet: Kinks + WILDCARDS

Toby mustache HCs

RICK SMOLAN (au context) - Tracks (2013)

- FICS -

Meet Me in Moab (Vanlife!Rick AU) - coming soon!

- THOTS -

Watching sub!Rick jerk himself off for you

Rick shooting outdoor lingerie photos

Fucking a very touch-starved Rick

Making Rick cum in his pants

Rick worshipping readers phat titties

- SNACCS -

Roadtripping with Rick

Rick tickling and teasing your pussy

PAUL SEVIER - Midnight Special (2015)

- FICS -

Sugar Daddy!Paul Sevier AU - coming soon!

- THOTS -

Praise kink with sweet Sevvy

Catching feelings for Sugar Daddy!Sevier

Sugar Daddy!Sevier comforting you during hard times

Paul spanking you with his file folders

Giving Sevvy head so good he cries

Overstimulating sub!Sevier

Somnophilia with Sevier

-SNACCS-

Sevier comforting sad reader

ALL OF THE BOYS

DOM/SUB x LAWFUL-NEUTRAL-CHAOTIC Chart

- THOTS -

Dirty texts from all of the boys

How the boys feel about stretch marks

Cute lil’ domestic arguments with Clyde, Ronnie, Charlie, Dan, + Flip

The boys with pregnant!reader

The boys on hickies and love-bites

The boys on period sex

Loving on fat!reader

Sunday morning snuggles and ~shagging~

How the boys would ask you to move in with them

The boys with a nonbinary!reader (they/them)

How the boys would spend a snow-day with you

- SNACCS -

The boys on thicc thighs

Dominant/submissive x LNC chart for the boys

Charlie + Ronnie comforting sad reader

~Soft~ hcs for Flip, Dan, Sevier, Ronnie, + Phillip

TRUTH OR DARE with Sackler, Clyde, + Flip - part 1

TRUTH OR DARE with Sackler, Clyde, + Flip - part 2

TRUTH OR DARE with Charlie, Phillip, Ronnie, + Dan

Top three boys with a breeding kink

The boys on the BDSM test

Flip, Daddy!Charlie, Clyde, + Sackler on being called ‘himbos’

A lil’ bit of clit worship

Sweet + spicy hcs with Clyde + Sackler

Sweet + spicy hcs with Flip + Ronnie

What kind of porn the boys watch/read

Falling asleep and waking up with you

What to do to get the boys weak for you

Must-have songs on their “bedroom playlists”

How kinky do the boys get + fave positions

How the boys rate in the exhibitionist category

The boys taking care of you when you’re sick

NSFW Alphabet: Aftercare with Sackler + Charlie

NSFW Alphabet: WILDCARD

NSFW Alphabet: Experience

NSFW Alphabet: Dirty Secret

NSFW Alphabet: Location

NSFW Alphabet: No

The boys with a transman (transmasc!reader)

What the boys sound like before they cum

On finding out you’re bisexual

What the boys are like when they’re drunk: Toby, Dan, + Rick

What the boys are like when they’re drunk: Charlie, Clyde, Flip, + Ronnie

How the boys give hugs

What the boys prefer to fuck

Reverse cowgirling Charlie, Dan, Sackler, + Clyde

What alcohol the boys like to drink

A few New Year’s Resolutions

How the boys feel about verbal debasement/degradation kink

Size kink with Flip, Ronnie, + Clyde

Favorite rewards for The Subby Boys (TM)

Romantic nights with Flip, Charlie, + Clyde

Reactions to participating in skin-care pamering night

On dating a reader who does camming

The Babie-Daddy-Gremlin Triangle

The boys helping you when you’re overwhelmed with work

WHICH OF THE BOYS...

Would be most likely to roleplay Mulder/Scully with you

Is most likely to cum on you vs. cum in you

Likes to be called “Sir” (for scientific purposes)

Has the biggest dick - part 1

Has the biggest dick - part 2 (NSFW Alphabet)

Has the best cock

Prefer showers or baths

Is the dirtiest and softest

Give the best back scratches when tucking you in

Wear speedos vs. trunks

Want to bring snacks to sexytime (food kink)

Is an ass man vs. a boobs man

Would be into having a threesome, and what kind

Would want to have children*

Is the best at eating you out

Has the heaviest balls feat. @clydesducktape

Love facials the most

Is most likely to eat ass

Do I ship with each other + threesome ideas : paul x rick threesome, flip x phillip

Like to dole out orgasm denial/edging

Is the cuddliest

Is most likely to fuck the bratty attitude out of you

Has an edging kink

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MATT THE RADAR TECHNICIAN

- FICS -

The Dungeon Master - AO3 - (1.7k words + 1.9k)

{part 1} - {part 2}

Matt plays D&D on Thursday nights, and you decide to interrupt him for a good dicking. You get more than you bargained for.

CHAOTIC DOM!Matt

-THOTS + SNACCS -

HCs: Matt the Radar Tech, Cameron the Actor, + Mr. Ketchup

HCs: very NSFW chaotic-dom!Matt the Radar Tech things

Matt the Radar Technician’s pet chinchilla, Greg by @rollerdiscodiva

How you got together with Matt + misc HCs

A few Matt x chubby!reader HCs

Feral Matt the Radar Tech being... sweet??

What Matt’s cock is like

Feral Matt being a little sweet after sex

Crumbs on soft!Matt

Surprising Matt with some DnD cosplay sex

Matt + first-time somnophilia

Matt congratulating you for acing a test the way he knows best

Trying to give Matt a slow, sweet blowjob

Keeping grumpy Matty up late with some deepthroating

Sweet Matt buying you succulents

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SNL BOYS

-THOTS + SNACCS -

Wearing Christmas Lingerie while Daddy McTavish tries to work on Zoom

Your first Christmas with Mr. McTavish and Mr. Pennyham (Sleepover Dad)

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KYLO/BEN SPECIAL WRITING EVENTS

-THOTS + SNACCS -

Kylo’s guilty pleasures

Kylo fucking his hand in the refresher

How Kylo/Ben shows everyone you belong to him

Sub!Kylo begging you to let him cum

Tending to each other’s wounds after defeating Snoke’s guard

Dom!Kylo fucking your throat

Kylo/Ben and possessive behavior

Kylo and pregnant reader snaccs

Rough, post-battle sex with Kylo

Tending to Smuggler!Ben’s wounds (Mando!Reader)

Sucking Kylo’s cock in the refresher

Cockwarming in the throne room

Kylo watching you kick ass in training

Sparring with Kylo till he fucks you senseless

Daddy!Kylo Ren overstimming and spanking your pussy

Kylo/Ben taking care of you after a hard mh day

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SPECIAL WRITING EVENTS

KINKTOBER 2021 MASTERLIST

A full month of kinky prompts with all your favorite boys!

Love Letters from The Boys

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KINKS/TROPES - (will be expanded)

-additionally, all of these are tags that can be blocked 🖤-

daddy kink

hurt/comfort

virginity kink / innocence kink

pregnancy kink

breeding kink

size kink

fluff

body positivity

light verbal degradation / degradation kink

light bondage / bondage

light exhibitionism / exhibitionism / voyeurism

semi-public sex

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paterson-blue · 3 years

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Last Updated: 12/30/21

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Hiya everyone! Thanks for your interest in my work. Under the cut I’ve provided all my adcu fics/one-shots/what-have-you’s. This list is a constant work-in-progress & will be updated regularly.

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Clyde Logan

Fics:

Honey, You're Familiar (Like My Mirror Years Ago)

Clyde x Female!OC

AO3 I 3.6k + 4k + 4k + 4k + 4k

Part 1 I Part 2 I Part 3 * I Part 4 * I Part 5*

One-Shots:

Cinnamon & Chocolate*

A/B/O Dynamics & MMF Relationship; Beta!Clyde x Alpha!Paterson x Omega!fem!AFAB!Reader

AO3 I 7.6k

Charlie Barber

Fics:

Deep End Distractions

Charlie x Fem!AFAB Reader

AO3 I 4.2k + 4.6k + 4.9k

Part 1 I Part 2* I Part 3*

Ficlets:

Wildest Dreams

Charlie x Fem!Reader (can be read as Gender-Neutral!Reader)

AO3 I 1.6k

Henry McHenry

Series:

A Study in Henry

The Night, The Flame*

~~~~~ Henry x Fem!AFAB Reader

~~~~~ AO3 I 2.1k

Fine Line*

~~~~~ Henry x Fem!AFAB Reader

~~~~~ AO3 I 2.3k

Maurizio Gucci

Fics:

Gold Rush

Maurizio x Fem!AFAB Reader

AO3 I 5.5k + ?

Part 1* I Part 2

Kylo Ren / Ben Solo

Fics:

Shadow of the Sea

Merman!Kylo x fem!AFAB Reader

AO3 I 4.3k + ? + ? + ?

Part 1 I Part 2 I Part 3 I ?

Ficlets:

A Shrike to Your Sharp & Glorious Thorn *

Kylo x Gender-Neutral!Reader

AO3 I 1k

Paterson

One-Shots:

Cinnamon & Chocolate*

A/B/O Dynamics & MMF Relationship; Alpha!Paterson x Beta!Clyde x Omega!fem!AFAB!Reader

AO3 I 7.6k

Adam Sackler

One-Shots:

Fever Pitch*

A/B/O Dyanmics; Alpha!Sackler x Omega!Gender-Neutral!Reader

AO3 I 5.9k

Impulse Control* - ADCU Summer Fic Exchange

Adam Sackler x fem!AFAB!reader

AO3 I 8.4k

Nervous Energy* - Marie Sackler Giveaway

Adam Sackler x fem!AFAB!reader

AO3 I 3.7k

Flip Zimmerman

Ficlets:

Likes, Loves

Flip x Gender-Neutral!Reader

AO3 I < 1k

Paul Sevier

One-Shots:

Dreamscape*

Paul Sevier x Gender-Neutral!Reader

AO3 I 3.1k

Rick Smolan

Ficlets:

A Night at Home*

Rick Smolan x SoftDomme!Reader

1.1k

Father Francisco Garupe (Francis)

One-Shots:

Moment's Silence*

Francis Garupe x afab!plus size!Reader

AO3 I 2.6k

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safarigirlsp · 3 years

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Hello hello! I’m super excited about AD’s Burberry ad, and that got me to thinking, I wonder what this fragrance smells like? And THAT got me to thinking, I wonder what the ADCU boys’s signature scent/fragrance/cologne would be like, and of course I thought I’d ask you bc you always have such fun and insightful takes on the boys (love your boys as seasons btw!) What do you envision as the signature scents of some of your fave boys? (Doesn’t have to be “fragrance” per se—I can just imagine Clyde going “what me? Fragrance?” Or Flip being grumpy about it haha. 😂)

I’m seriously excited about the Burberry ad too! Getting to see him riding a horse topless even if he’s backwards has me ravenous!

Here are my HCs for the signature scents for Flip, Jacques, Kylo, Clyde, Henry, Pale, and Charlie.

Fragrance HCs

Flip

Flip is the ultimate alpha male. Manly. Rugged. Tough. An outdoorsman. You can see it in his swagger. You can hear it in the richness of his voice. And you can smell it exuding from him a mile away, beckoning you into his arms. Like any good lumberjack, you can smell the woods on him. A mingled scent of pine, campfires, and grass after the rain.

He doesn’t wear cologne. At least, he hasn’t since he became a grown ass man. Something about it always seemed too frou frou to him. However, if there’s something you want from Flip, he will do anything and everything within his power to give it to you. On a whim, you purchased a bottle of Jo Malone London Huntsman for him, the adventurous scent reminding you of every quality he imbues. After a round of glares and growling that “You’ve gotta be fuckin’ kiddin’ me, sugar,” he’ll let you spritz some on his chest. Who’s he to complain if you want to nuzzle into him even more than usual afterward? Flip won’t take the initiative to apply it himself, but he also won’t shy away from you getting close enough to spray him every now and then, and he’ll pretend not to notice when you give his shirt collar a dose before he puts it on for a date night.

There is, however, a smell that Flip loves to have all over him, trapped in his clothes and his hair. You. Flip loves the scent of you, the bouquet that is uniquely yours. The combination of your own perfume, your hair products, and the heady smell of your skin itself. The way it grows richer when you desire him. He could drown in the scent of you. Flip loves being your man. Just as he wears the scratches you give him like badges of honor, he loves it when your fragrance lingers on him, following him throughout the day and reminding everyone that he’s the man who gets to hold you close.

Jacques

Jacques Le Gris is a man of action. He seeks adventure and never shies away from danger. He will charge headlong in the pursuit of his deepest desires, and yours as well. He will stride boldly into your life to take you away with him, chasing your dreams as relentlessly as if they were his own. He will give you everything if you will only let him.

This beast of a man carries the scent of battle on his massive body, burned into his very bones. Sometimes it is fresher than others, occasionally newly tinged with the copper tang of the blood of his conquered enemies. The faint smell of crackling embers mingled with well-worn leather often meets your nose first. Inhaling the musk of him deeply, you can smell something more powerful. You can smell victory on him as plainly as you can feel it in the strength of his grip when his hands hold you and in the power of his arms when they wrap around you.

The scent of Jacques seeps into your bloodstream, coursing through your veins as though it’s a part of yourself you’ve always been missing. It spurs something primal in you. His scent tells you that he’ll keep you safe, that he’ll provide for you, that nothing can ever steal you away from his ferocious embrace. He is aggressive in all things. Most of all, in his love for you.

Although Jacques’ iron fist carries the force to crush a man’s skull, that same hand will rest on your thigh, caressing you softly, or stroke along your back tenderly while you lay on his chest or sit in his lap. On lazy days spent worshiping each other in a secluded meadow or garden, his mood lightens, becoming carefree and almost playful. On those days, you’ll braid flowers into the dense curls of his luxurious hair. On those days, he smells of roses and honeysuckle. Perhaps from the flowers. Perhaps from your own scent that has become as much a part of him as he has of you.

Modern Jacques

For Modern Jacques, there could be no fragrance more fitting in name nor bouquet than Dior Sauvage. He will gallantly lean his proudly handsome face close to you, grinning at you adoringly while you apply the cologne to his skin. A spray beneath the waves of his hair on the back of his neck ensures the scent becomes entangled in his hair to be paired with the fresh summer breeze. He’ll let you lay your claim on him however you wish. A lipstick kiss pressed on his cheek, the cologne you chose for him blossomed on his skin. Towering tall and broad, his hand never leaves the small of your back when he walks with you, ensuring anyone who risks a glance to admire your beauty is never in doubt as to whom you belong.

Kylo

Kylo’s nature is that of contradictions. He is beautifully suited to destruction, in his finest element amid chaos and mayhem. A well-honed war machine, his entire body has been trained to raze anything that dares to stand in his path, leaving nothing but simmering annihilation in his wake. He smells of chaos itself, of burning charcoal and gunpowder; of sweat and adrenaline. He ravages you with as much focus and determination as he fights, ensuring that no resistance remains in your quivering body when he is finished with you.

Kylo is also suited to the calculation of dressing to the nines, his bespoke suit as finely tailored to his looming body as his sharped gaze is fitted upon your shapely figure. In this setting, his weapon of choice is you. Your beauty more devastating than any other weapon he could wield, your eyes more discerning than the most detailed intelligence, and your smile more disarming than the most finely coordinated attack. He loves showing you off, displaying the immensity of his wealth, contained in your shining jeweled eyes and diamond smile. He knows that no man is richer in possessions or status than the man whose arm you grace.

When he takes you out for occasions such as these, he smells as elegant as he looks. A dark predator clad in a closely fitted suit. His scent carries a spiced warmth, sensual and passionate, thrown together in a tightly woven package of dangerous anticipation. He will spritz Tom Ford Noir along his collar, and on the broad planes of his chest beneath his shirt, a pleasant gift for you when you unbutton it for him later.

Clyde

Clyde naturally has a welcoming scent about him, something that has felt like home to you from the first time it hit your nose. Of course, he smells of bourbon most days, but the innate sweetness of his demeanor always seems to carry through as undertones in his smell itself. When those scents are intermingled, it reminds you of a rich honeyed whiskey or a fresh mint julep.

He had never worn cologne prior to you gifting him some. Not that he didn’t want to smell nice for you, it was just that the idea of primping and preening to that extent made him blush with rosy embarrassment. After some searching, you found a unique cologne that you enjoyed and which suited him perfectly. Penhaligon’s Juniper Sling. It was even based on a mixed drink. Clyde will wear it for you when you ask him, sheepishly spraying his neck before presenting himself for your approval.

You have also devised a simpler way to give his naturally pleasing aroma a compliment on a daily basis in a way that is sly enough to elude him. Clyde loves to use the hair products you buy. He loves how they make his long hair feel silkier and easier to tame. He also loves when you shower with him, running your hands through his hair as you apply shampoo and cream rinse. He loves the feeling of being pampered but not as much as he loves knowing you enjoy doing it for him. Which you do, of course. Any excuse to run your fingers through his dense satiny hair is a good one. You also enjoy smelling the pleasing scent of your hair products on him afterwards.

Henry

Henry is wild and untamed, a man who is reckless in his abandon. He can easily lose himself in his passion and in the depths of his emotion. But never is he more consumed by the wildness of his passion than when he falls in love with you. He wants to pour all of his considerable ardor into ensuring you feel the strength of his love for you, the intensity of his searing desire for you. Henry will never allow you to feel anything less than utterly worshipped.

His scent is reminiscent of other wild things. Dark overgrown forests, hiding unknown secrets. Velvet moonlit evenings, silvery light shimmering softly down on a darkened landscape, shrouded in mystery. His smell carries an undercurrent of something spicy and exotic, like spiced tea shared on a Moroccan balcony or an aperitif in an intimate Parisian cafe.

Nothing can truly compare to the free, unbridled fervor that you can smell, woven into Henry’s sculpted body. But the scent you have found to best compliment his fierce lust for life and for you is none other than Mr. Burberry. The fresh woodsy notes of this cologne blend with the aggressiveness of Henry’s passion for you, to form an aroma that reminds you of driving too fast on the back of a motorcycle under the stars and of being loved until you are trembling and breathless. Just like the touch of his hand and the caress of his lips, Henry’s scent is enough to send currents of electricity shivering through your nerves, your entire body alighting from the pleasure he always gives you so generously.

Pale

If you were to ask Pale what he thinks he smell like, he would answer easily, “Just like the most gourmet five course meal you’ve ever fuckin’ had. What the fuck are you thinkin,’ sweetheart?”

He’s correct, to an extent. Your man’s a dish and he knows it. And to be sure, there are days when he’s stuck for too many hours in the sizzling heat of a kitchen, getting splattered by the occasional errant sling of grease or sauce, when he does smell a little bit like a fusion of gourmet meals. You don’t mind the lingering scent of spices that sometimes attach themselves to his clothes or the hearty aromas that rub off on his hands. Pale, however, fucking hates it. He hates smelling like work and long days, because that’s most of what his life is anyway, and he resents the hell out of bringing it home with him. Whether that’s a stack of paperwork or the persistent smell of the kitchen.

Pale is more fastidious than one might expect from such a coarse, burly man. He’s meticulous in his clothing, his hair, and also in his scent. He had been something of a connoisseur of men’s fragrance before you ever came into the picture, but his favorite cologne has become one that you purchased for him. It was a gag gift originally, buying him a bottle of BOSS by Hugo Boss for your bossy ranting man, but he loved the fresh classy notes of the cologne so much that it has become his staple. He also enjoys being able to tell you that you have no business complaining when he’s even bossier than usual while wearing it.

Charlie

Charlie loves the classics. Classic films, classic literature, classic theater, and classic scents. He loves the classic fresh scent of Acqua Di Gio. It’s his staple every morning along with his aftershave. He also maintains an innate freshness about himself. His clothes and hair always smell like fresh laundry and fresh air.

On the days he works late at the theater critiquing a performance or late in his office editing a script, the faint aroma of coffee and old books mingles with his scent. Combined with the ink stains that sometimes adorn his fingers, he reminds you of a man from a bygone era. His scent embodies this too, vintage and classic, just like everything he loves.

Charlie prides himself on taking care of you, spoiling you. One of his favorite guilty pleasures is buying you the swankiest lingerie he can find, watching you model it for him while he sips a fine wine, and then slowly peeling it away from you. He buys you exotic perfume too. Always something classy and beautiful, just like you, to pair with the lingerie he loves to see you wear. He’ll trail his nose along your neck, inhaling you deeply, while his hands work at the delicate lace that scantily covers your body.

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ohsolonelyghosts · 3 years

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what are your thoughts on maurizio meeting reader who doesn't know who he is! I think he would find it funny somehow

Oh my god! I love the thought of this one actually.

You didn't grow up insanely rich, your family was comfortable, but you personally weren't the type to own designer items.

You did however acquire a job in a richer country club.

That's when you finally met him, you could easily tell the group walking in had money. Typically, men dressed like this would come in for business meetings.

Luckily, you were the one to serve them.

You did overhear them talking business about Gucci, but you didn't think too much of it.

"I like your accent, which part of Europe are you from?"

Maurizio would nearly die laughing, because how couldn't you know who he is?

"You don't know who I am?" He would ask, giving you a smile, which you would apologize to him and shake your head.

In a way, it was refreshing on his part, to not be recognized when he walked into a room.

When he does tell you who he actually is, however, your jaw drops, and you do feel like a little bit of an idiot.

"I'm so sorry, I'm not quite caught up on all of the designer brands."

"It's no issue sweetie, though I am shocked a beautiful girl like yourself wouldn't own a piece or two."

You would laugh off his flirting and definitely play into it a bit. Those were the times you were grateful the uniform had the slightest bit of cleavage.

You felt flattered that the man had even flirted with you, and even more so when he slipped you a piece of paper when the party was ready to leave.

You felt even better when you saw the tip they had left for you, because wow was it a bit of money for you.

#maurizio gucci #adcu community #adcu fanfiction #adam driver #adam driver character #adcu smut #adcu fic #adam driver fanfiction #adam driver smut #adcu #headcanon #adcu hc

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peppermint-toads · 3 years

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tv volume | 1.0k

(charlie barber x reader)

cw: yelling, angst, knives, tension between reader and charlie, blood, reader is trying to make dinner and gets overwhelmed, she cuts herself and charlie gets mad? idk that’s some shit he’d do

an: idk what this is or where this came from but here

“Henry! Could you please turn the television down?” Beep. Beep. Beep. The oven was beeping incessantly at you while you tried to chop up tomatoes, and Henry’s show was just too loud. On top of that, Charlie was yelling at you over both noises. “No, Charlie! I haven’t seen it!” You shouted back.

You would think a grown man could keep track of his own things. You thought to yourself. Beep. Beep. Beep. You whipped your head around, “Henry, for the last time, would you please turn the volume down!” His sandy mop of hair remained facing the screen. Just as you were about to yell his name a third time, your knife came down onto your flesh.

Metal clattered against the kitchen floor and you drew your hand close to your chest. “Fuck!” Charlie rushed into the kitchen, “Henry!” His voice boomed. “Volume. Down.” Henry groaned but obeyed quickly, scrambling to find the remote. Charlie grabbed your wrist from your clutches to inspect the damage.

Charlie was explosive in nature, everybody around him knew that. So when he started yelling at you, you shouldn’t have been surprised. But with everything overwhelming your senses, the oven, the yelling, the tv, and now the sharp pain coursing through your fingertips, you couldn’t help but cry.

“Christ, y/n, were you even looking at what you were doing! You have to be more fucking careful!” Tears stung your cheeks and dripped down to your neck. “I’m s-sorry,” you hiccuped. He shoved a tea towel to your chest, and you took it, wrapping it around your hand. You watched your blood soak through the white towel and frowned. You liked that towel.

He quickly turned to fish the pan from the oven, the oven that was still beeping. “Mother fucker!” Charlie shouted as the pan clanged against the oven rack. “Where’s the goddamn oven mit!” He growled. “In the drawer, Charlie, where it always is.” You mumbled, knowing he didn’t actually need you to answer.

The two of you were pulled from your flusters by the swift slam of Henry’s door.

You looked at Charlie with sad eyes, “Oh god, Henry.” Your heart sank as you realized you and Charlie were acting just like him and Nicole had with all the cursing and shouting. You had promised Henry this was different, that there would be no more fighting, no more yelling.

Charlie just seemed to grow more frustrated. You both hesitantly trudged down the short hall to Henry’s room, knocking gently on the door. “Henry?” You called softly. “We’re sorry, honey. Can you open the door?” You still held the tea towel tightly around your finger, you would take care of it properly later.

Charlie stood behind you with his arms crossed, waiting expectantly. The door slowly clicked open. Henry’s face peered through the small gap. Charlie knelt down, “Come all the way out.” Henry did, standing in front of Charlie. “C’mere,” Charlie grumbled. He held Henry firmly by his shoulders. “We love you. Y/n, she just hurt herself, and we both got a little stressed out, alright?” You nodded in agreement while moisture stung your eyes. “We’re not mad at you, or at each other.” You desperately needed Henry to understand this was different, that you weren’t like Nicole.

Henry sniffled a bit, and Charlie pulled him into a hug. You observed the scene from afar, not wanting to insert yourself in a situation you didn’t belong in. You felt Henry tug gently on the hem of your shirt. You joined Charlie on the ground, hugging both of them as best you could without getting blood on them.

“Why don’t you play with your legos for a bit while we get y/n cleaned up?” Henry nodded, retreating to his closet to find the box that overflowed with the little plastic pieces. Charlie flashed his fatherly smile, the one that said everything is okay, even when it wasn’t.

Charlie led you into your shared bathroom, sitting you down on the edge of the bathtub. He grabbed a package of bandaids from under the sink, wordlessly fumbling with the box.

“I don’t-” He sighed, momentarily ceasing his movement. “I don’t want us to feel like how Nicole and I felt.” He stared down at the bathroom tile.

“No, Charlie, never.” Your voice was cracking as you forced the words from your aching throat. You stood in front of him and pulled his head into the soft flesh of your stomach. He didn’t cry, he only pulled you closer to him by your waist, burying his face in your blouse. You ran your fingers through his wavy hair and he hummed.

“You promise?”

“Promise, Charlie.” Your uninjured hand brushed back his long locks behind his ears. You smiled at his goofy ears that stuck out even why he tried to cover them.

You sat again, allowing him to carefully unwrap your hand that, admittedly, you should’ve tended to a lot sooner. He winced as he peeled back the last layer of cloth, discarding the bloodied towel in the tub. “Does it hurt?” You nodded meekly. “Only a little now.”

“I’m sorry for yelling.” It was rare Charlie would swallow his pride and admit his wrongs. It wasn’t much, but you knew it took a lot for him to even consider apologizing.

Later, after he dressed your small wound, he would help you into the shower, making sure not to bump your hand. “Turn around,” he would mumble. And you’d listen, letting the stream of warm water relax your tensed muscles.

His hands scratched your scalp as he lathered shampoo through your hair. You hummed, leaning your head back onto his shoulder. You winced when the water ran over your cut, and Charlie hushed you gently.

He kissed each of your puffy eyelids and pursed his lips, likely feeling guilty. And when the tears returned, mixing in with the water streaming from the shower head, he’d pull you close to his chest. He’d stroke your hair as he held your face into his flesh. He planted a wet kiss on the top of your head and whispered an “I love you.”

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urfavstargirl1 · 2 years

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Blood-Letting - A Ben Solo One Shot

Ben Solo x Fem!Reader

Summary: Y/n is in love with her best friend Ben but hides her feelings because he already has a girlfriend. One night after a party, Y/n learns that Ben just might feel the same way toward her.

cw: mentions of alcohol, fluff, kissing, angst

word count: 2400

a/n: Inspired by the song "Blood-Letting" by Mothers. This was a piece i wrote a while back and didn't get around to posting till now. Hope you enjoy!

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“I think I should get going,” I say.

I stand up from my seat and feel for my phone in my back pocket.

“Nooo. Please stayyy” he says, his speech slurred but still comprehensible.

“Ben, I really should go. It’s getting late and everyone has already left,” I respond.

“Please don’t,” he whines.

“Where did I put my keys?”

Ben grabs my wrist and I look over my shoulder at him as he begs, “Y/n don’t leave meee. Please stayyy. I need youuu” he hiccups.

“Give me one good reason why I should.”

“Because I don’t want to be alone tonight.”

He makes a tempting offer, but I’m not quite sure I believe him. As much as I would love to stay here with him, I know that he’s just drunk and doesn’t mean what he’s saying.

I look at his face and see his downturned amber eyes, long nose, skinny yet plump lips, and the baby smooth skin of his jawline. He looks at me and moves closer till we’re only inches apart. Then he starts to lean forward. Paralyzed by the strangeness of the situation, I remain motionless as Ben searches my eyes and lowers his gaze to my lips. I almost can’t believe what he’s doing as he’s doing it until he actually does it: he presses his lips against mine. He kisses me and, because I’ve dreamt of this moment at least a thousand times, I let him. All self control flies out the window as I kiss him back.

I didn’t think this would ever happen, and in the tiniest possibility that it could, I never imagined it would happen like this. I’ve wanted this for so long, but giving in to my temptation feels wrong. What makes this even more wrong is the one person who is supposed to be in the place I currently find myself to be in: his girlfriend. I pull away remembering that one insignificant little detail.

“We shouldn’t be doing this” I whisper as I pull away. Our foreheads are touching and our lips are so close yet so far away. I touch my lips, still in disbelief as to their previous location against Ben’s lips.

“Why not?” He steals a quick peck and I step back.

“Ben, you have a girlfriend. And I’m not that kind of person. I don’t ever want to be a homewrecker.”

While I myself have never been cheated on, I’ve seen it happen one too many times to the people I care most about and that is not a pain I would wish on even my worst enemy, which in this case happens to be Ben’s current girlfriend, Mina.

And yet here I am. I mean, Ben is the one that kissed me first after all, but I still kissed him back, so that doesn’t look good on my part either.

I gotta get out of here.

“I know, I know. I just don’t want to think about her right now. And besides, I think she wants to break up with me and I don’t think I want to be with her anymore either. And, if I’m being honest, I really, really like you Y/n,” he responds with a believable sobriety.

His words are too good to be true. Did I hear that right? Not only does he like me but he really really likes me. Bleh. As much as I like Ben, I really don’t believe him right now. Maybe I believe him about having girlfriend troubles, but I do not believe him about liking me. He’s just drunk and spewing out beautiful lies.

“I really should get going Ben,” I say and turn around to look for my keys.

“Wait Y/n please,” he says and turns over to face me, “At least just stay with me for the night. I don’t want to go to sleep alone. Mina is away and won’t be back for a few more days. I promise I won’t do anything. I can even sleep on the floor if you like, but please Y/n. Please stay. Besides, it's really late. I wouldn’t want you to risk traveling out at this time of night anyway. I just- I would really like it if you stayed here with me”.

I really don’t know what to do. He has a point about going out at this time of night. And at this point, I’ve already been here long enough to do some damage, so staying the night wouldn’t hurt that much. But am I being a homewrecker? What if his girlfriend came home early and ran into me. What would I say? I could make up a lie and say that Ben got sick and asked me to bring him soup or medicine or something. That could be believable, right? Oh who am I kidding. All because of one boy, I’m getting myself into a spiral of lies.

He grabs my hand and says, “Y/n, I know I’m asking for a lot, and I understand if you wanted to just walk out the door right now, but I hope you believe me when I say I need you and it would mean a lot to me if you could stay.”

I look into his eyes and find a sense of desperation and hopelessness I’ve never seen before. Wow, Ben must really be distraught. I’ve never seen him like this. He’s had his fair share of troubles with Mina before, but they were always able to work things out. But now, something about his demeanor is different. There must be something else going on that he isn’t telling me about.

As his best friend, I want to be there for him. But as someone who has more than friendly feelings for him, I feel like I shouldn’t be here. But, I am Ben’s friend first and foremost and what he needs right now is a friend, so I’ll put my feelings aside and be that person for him.

“Okay.”

A smile creeps up on his face and says, “Really?”. He’s all giddy now, so I have to set things straight.

“Yes, but in the strange event that Mina comes home early and shows up at your front door while I’m still here tomorrow, the story is that you were feeling really sick and asked me to come over and help take care of you.”

“Oh that’s good. Pretty believable actually. How’d you come up with such a good cover up?”

Looks like I’m the beautiful liar now.

“Oh stars I am a homewrecker” I exclaim putting my face in my hands. “I’m asking you to lie to your girlfriend!”

“Hey it’s ok Y/n, it’s not like we’re doing anything bad” Ben offers, trying to pry my hands from my face.

“Ben, this is cheating! Physically and emotionally cheating!”

Ben takes a second to think about my words and says, “You’re right, but at this moment, I’m okay with being wrong. You really don’t know how things are between Mina and I. They’re not good. I had a feeling she was going to cheat on me on this trip. Her ex lives where she’s visiting and she’s cheated on me with him once before.”

“What? When did that happen? And why didn’t you tell me?!”

“I don’t like talking about it. It still kind of hurts and is honestly rather humiliating. I forgave her, but I never really forgot it. If this right here is cheating then I don’t mind because I know that our relationship is falling apart and I don’t really care enough to further pursue it and try to resolve things. And to be honest, I don’t know why I ever wasted my time with her when really it was you, Y/n. It was always you.''

I breathe and take it in. Okay. I guess if he’s okay with this then I should be too. I didn’t know that he’s been cheated on before. And I didn’t know how bad things were with them. Whatever feeling he might have for me, I still feel skeptical about. But obviously his feelings for Mina are out the door which make this situation more tolerable. At least he’s being honest and his heart is in the right place, I think.

“Okay” I nod apprehensively.

“Thank you”, he says and he wraps his arms around my waist and puts his head in the crook of my neck. I hug him back and enjoy this simple pleasure. The feeling of his mid-back muscles underneath my fingertips is so satisfying. I just want to touch him forever.

“You don’t have to sleep on the floor by the way. You’re sick so you should get some rest on the bed” I say. He looks at me and I wink. He smirks.

“And you’re the guest so you should sleep in the bed too. Hm, I guess we’ll just have to share it,” he plays back.

“Ok yeah just don’t be weird about it,” I say with a laugh and pull away.

He walks to his room and starts undressing and as if reverted back to adolescence, I look away, still nervous in the presence of a boy I have a crush on.

“Do you want something more comfortable to sleep in,” he asks. I look down at my clothes and tell him yes. I turn around and see him in a shirt and boxers. I immediately look up and use a laser like focus to only look from his neck upward.

He gives me some clothes and I go to his bathroom to change. I close the door and lock it and look at myself in the mirror. I look at the clothes he gave me. Blue striped pajama pants and the geometric printed t-shirt he started wearing more often after I told him I liked it on him. I change and look at myself again. I take the bobby pins out of the twists I did in my hair and run my fingers through it. His clothes look pretty big on me and I feel really happy. Most clothes are too small and short, but since he’s actually taller than me, I feel small for once.

I unlock the door and open it and walk back to his room. I stand by the doorframe creepily watching as he shuffles around organizing his room and stumbling over his own two feet. He’s too tall for his own good.

“Hey” I say like a mouse. He turns around and looks like he’s just seen a model which is confusing because it feels like he’s choosing when to act drunk and when to act sober. Then, he looks at me like he’s sober and in control and fully aware of everything that is happening. I don’t know if it would have been better if he were drunk.

He clears his throat and fluffs up one of his pillows.

“Do you want to sleep on any side in particular?”

How considerate?

“The right side if you don’t mind” I say and he moves to the left side of the bed. I walk over and move the covers so that I can lay on the bed. I lay on my back and try to get comfortable. I don’t sleep on my back, but I’m not really tired yet, so I stare at his ceiling.

Ben goes to turn off the head light and goes back to the bed. It’s a queen-sized bed, so as soon as he lays down, I can feel him. I can feel the warmth of his body and the vibration of his pulse which sounds weird but he’s so close to me that I really can feel it. I never considered the intimacy of literally being in bed with someone. All of a sudden I feel extremely self-conscious.

“I’m gonna turn the lamp off now.”

“Ok.”

He reaches over to turn off the light and turns to lay down on his back like me. He takes an audible breath and says “Thank you for being here with me Y/n. I wouldn’t have it any other way”

I respond with silence. If I think about this too much I start to feel guilty so I will myself to fall asleep as soon as possible.

“I’m gonna go to sleep now,” he says and yawns. “Goodnight Y/n”.

“Goodnight Ben,” I respond.

I turn to the side facing the edge of the bed and try to go to sleep too but I can’t help feeling the presence of his body so close to mine. I feel the physical pressure of the situation too. I feel nervous being here. Has Mina been in his bed? Surely she must’ve. They are boyfriend and girlfriend after all. Should I not be in this bed? Should I not be here? But he wanted me to and he said it was ok. Before tonight, we were just friends. Everything was platonic aside from casual flirting every now and then. As we lay down in the bed, is it a rational, platonic, sleeping situation or is it a cheating, emotional betrayal sleeping situation?

I keep running the events through my head and contemplating my wrongs as Ben falls asleep and rolls over to a spooning position and lays his arm over me. I move my arm and look at his. I turn my head over and see his face. His eyes are closed and his eyelashes look doll-like. I feel the sudden and intense urge to leave kisses all over his face. I look back at his arm and notice that when he sleeps, his body turns ghost-white. Does he do this with Mina? Is this like muscle memory to him? Does he always sleep with her like this? I love and hate this so much.

I touch his wrist beneath the blanket and he doesn’t do anything. I can’t stop thinking about him and Mina together. What do they do when they’re alone? What do they talk about? What does he see in her? Why has he stayed with her even though she treats him so terribly? Why hasn’t he broken up with her already? Did he only say that to get me to stay? Am I easy? Should I have just gone home? Are we going to regret this in the morning?

After tonight, I don’t think things are going to change too much between us. Maybe everything he told me was a bunch of drunk gibberish. Or maybe he meant it, but either way, he’s a cheater. I don’t want to date a cheater. What’s to say he wouldn’t do the same thing again. But maybe I’m looking at the situation from the wrong perspective. I don’t know. Is this wrong? I feel like it’s wrong, but maybe it’s not as wrong as I think it is.

I run my fingers across his hands and he makes a soft moaning noise in response. Okay, here are my hands reminding him of someone else’s hands. Maybe my gut is right. There’s no use now in trying to change our old ways when someone else’s name is stuck between his shoulder blades.

Amidst the whirlwind of thoughts going on in my brain, I suddenly fall asleep with my hand on Ben’s hand.

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