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[rynwritesstuff]

Nosferatu - Kylo Ren x Reader

Vampire!Kylo Ren x Reader

Warnings: NSFW, PIV sex, blood-sucking, brief mention of death, and a deep eternal bond between Reader and Kylo (duh)

Word Count: 1.3k

Summary: You and a mysterious man - or creature - from beyond share a passionate, lustful evening together. (Heavily inspired by Nosferatu)

“Come to me.”

Thunder claps and booms outside. The rain falls, heavy as hooves against a paved road. Midnight approaches, a massive and dark blanket falling over the town. The window of your bedroom is open, your arms outstretched as if to say: I am here. I am open. I am ready.

Ready, you are, for whatever he may give you tonight. You ache for it, long for it like a man starved and thirsty. Many a time you have gotten drunk off of his touch, and you picture him now, above you with wide eyes like a beast in the night who has caught his prey. His hair, long and dark and wavy – like a black halo around his pale face. His eyes, brown and unshining as they stare into yours. His nose, his cheeks, his forehead – unflushed and white yet still so touchable, so easy to need. 

He is not always nude when he comes to you, but whenever he seems to be, it is something that you savor. You remember the taste of him and bring two of your own fingers to your mouth. You rest them on your tongue. They are heavy when you press down, and your lips close around them. You hunger for him, for the way he makes you feel. What you wouldn’t give, now, to feel those large, cold hands on your breasts, on your cheeks, around your throat . . .

The lawn in the back of the home is well-manicured, trimmed to perfection, but the wind blows leaves and flowers to and fro across it. There is a fountain in the center of the green grass. Rose bushes surround it on both sides, and as you open your eyes and stare out into the wet night, you feel it – you feel him. 

His presence washes over you suddenly, so suddenly that you gasp for breath and pull your fingers from your mouth. Sweet air rushes into your lungs, and a chill runs down your back. However cold it may be, though, it does not diminish the heat between your thighs. The knowledge that he is here, that he sees you . . . It is enough to make your core flood. 

Tree branches scrape against the side of the house angrily, but you pay them no mind. He is here. Here. 

Your Kylo Ren.

The ground is wet and cold beneath you. How you got here, you aren’t sure. Your nightgown sticks to you as rain pours from the Heavens. He is coming. You press your hands against the grass as rain water soaks into your clothing from the ground. Your hand moves down your body; over your throat, over your breasts, down your stomach–

He is on you. You gasp, eyes wide with terror and arousal. Kylo Ren’s bare, cold body straddles yours, and when you try to move your hand, you realize that he has you in his grasp. 

“You are not for the living,” comes his deep voice. Your breath hitches as Kylo presses his hands against your thighs. He slides his hands up, up, up, and with his movement, your nightgown slides up as well. “You are not for humankind.”

Your bottom lip trembles. 

What an endeavor this is. What sin, what joy. What luck it is that you have this at all. You hardly feel the rain against your face, now. It seems to no longer touch you now that Kylo has thrust himself upon you. You bring your hands up to touch his cheeks. He lets you. 

“Kylo,” you breathe, voice barely audible above the thunder and lightning in the sky. If someone in the house were to look out into the yard, they would hardly see you. The rainfall is too persistent and steadfast for much to be visible through it. You are alone with Kylo Ren, alone amongst the dirt and grass and flowers. 

His tip presses against your core – when did you spread your legs? – and you gasp again, head falling back. His hand comes to rest on your jaw. He holds you there as he presses in. You groan in pleasure, nipples hard from the freezing rain and the pleasure of it all. This is filthy, you know it. You are hardly sure if it’s real or if it’s simply a fantasy you’ve made up for yourself to lessen the pain of being alone, but God, if this is what gets you sent down to the Devil, then perhaps you’ll die pleased. Why see Heaven if erotic pleasures such as this cannot take place?  This is worth it. This is worth everything. 

“Kylo . . .” you moan as his body rocks above you. His hand slides from your jaw to your throat. He squeezes, and hazily, you groan again. Never have you ever felt so full, so complete. The Earth falls away from you. Are you floating, or just imagining it? Is Kylo real, or just a manifestation of all the dirty things you yearn for? 

Oh, what silly questions. None of it matters. Not really. Not now, when his cock is deep inside of you. Dirt stains you – your nightgown, your skin, your hair – But no part of you cares. Perhaps this is what it is like to be buried, you think between thrusts. Heavy. Wet. Cold. Suffocating. Delicious.

Life, powerful and strange, seems to find a way. You hope that when you die, it will not be frightening. You reach up and cling to Kylo, taking handfuls of his dark curls as he grunts above you. 

“Please,” you sob. “Please . . .”

“You shall be one with me ever-eternally,” Kylo tells you. Your heart swells. He needs you. You are his affliction. What good is a man without a woman? What needs are met? What joys are felt? What is the meaning of anything if Kylo Ren doesn’t have you? “Do you swear it?”

You pull at his hair. You need him. Whatever he will give tonight, you need it now. White hot pleasure fills you. You scream, but the thunder swallows it. He fills you, and the feeling of it makes your body lurch. His hands grip your breasts as you push your chest up. 

“Do you swear it?” Kylo demands again. You feel as if your eyes have opened. Was there a time before him? Does any other man exist? You offer up your chest even further, and he rips open the front of your nightgown. 

“I swear it,” you sigh. Kylo presses his face against the center of your chest, mouth open, and deep down you must know what is coming, because you run your fingers through his hair and pull him closer. 

“My dearest love . . . I swear it.”

Teeth sink into your skin, and you gasp sharply as tears fill your eyes. Gulp. Gulp. Gulp. Your head is light, your body is numb. You moan softly as he pulls away and looks down at you. His hand goes to your cheek and wipes away the tears and raindrops. 

“You cannot love,” you breathe. A realization, a prayer. Kylo’s mouth presses against yours firmly. You can taste your blood, metallic and warm against the coldness of him. Perhaps this is not a dream . . . 

“I cannot,” he says. “Yet, I cannot be sated without you.”

You look into his eyes and hold his cheek. You believe him. A scar runs down the side of his face, and you wonder just how long it has been since this scar was fresh. Somehow, you cannot bring yourself to care about whatever the answer may be. 

“I am yours, just as you are mine,” you say, nodding. Kylo kisses you once more. You close your eyes. The rain is falling against your face again, sharp and chilled. You feel as if you sink against the ground, falling further into the grass. You open your eyes and see nothing but the fountain, the rose bushes, the leaf-strewn lawn. You sit up, soaked from the storm, your heart pounding against your chest. 

Your chest. You look down. Yes, your nightgown is still torn open. Yes, your skin has been punctured by teeth that must have been hungry and ready. 

Oh, yes, it was real.

Tagging a few vampire-loving friends: @safarigirlsp @babbushka @mrs-gucci

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rynwritesstuff, 2025

[rynwritesstuff]

Oh my gosh fun! These are so rare lol, thank you for the tag, Shannon!!

Fun fact, I'm the pickiest woman ever and only like two (2) men -- Adam Driver and Tom Blyth -- so I'm instead doing my top 9 characters played by those two men lmao :)

Kylo Ren (my number one man forever and always)

Billy The Kid

Flip Zimmerman

Coriolanus Snow

Charlie Barber

Pale

Clyde Logan

Paterson

Maurizio Gucci

Tagging my other besties! @mrs-gucci and @babbushka <3

Fictional Crush Tag Game! 💕

One of my lovely moots invited me to participate in a tag game that I couldn't possibly refuse! The rules were 4 crushes and tag 4 friends, but um.... I couldn't choose 4, so I chose 9! Here you go! Some of my fictional character crushes. None of them should be surprising.

Tagging some moots and friends in case they want to join in! @safarigirlsp @cillmequick @zablife @queenandkingofthedragons @deblou008 @eternalstrigoii

[mrs-gucci]

Drive-In

{ flip zimmerman x female reader }

anon

Can I please request going to a horror movie drive in with Flip where he hopes the movie will be louder than the noises you both make lol :)

warnings. SMUT (18+ ONLY), high risk sex (car sex around other people), reverse cowgirl, barebacking, creampie.

word count: 525

★ written for sextember 2023 ★

** CLICKING “KEEP READING” MEANS YOU UNDERSTAND & ACKNOWLEDGE ALL OF THE WARNINGS LISTED ABOVE AND ARE OVER THE AGE OF 18. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK, YOUR CONTENT CONSUMPTION IS YOUR RESPONSIBILITY. MINORS DNI. **

collage by me :)

Creepy music plays loudly through the drive-in speakers as the spectators in surrounding cars stare up at the large movie screen, eating their popcorn and drinking their sodas hesitantly, waiting for the impending jump scare.

You and Flip, however, had lost interest in the movie about ten minutes ago. Well, you didn't lose interest, per se. More like you two became much more interested in one another than in the movie.

Lets just say that the gasps and cries from the scared on-screen protagonists aren't the only ones happening at the theater this evening.

Flip grunts as you sink down onto his stiff length repeatedly, hips thrusting up instinctively against you. The truck's windows are starting to really steam up, the air between you two incredibly thick while you ride him.

You're holding tightly onto the grab handle with one hand while the other rests on his hand, the one currently gripping your hip tightly. Your eyes are on the movie and maybe somewhere in your mind you're paying attention to the horrors occurring, but really, it's just pictures on a screen. Your mind is in a whole different place right now.

"S-Shit," you breathe, biting your lip to try and keep the noise down. "Oh god, baby..."

As much as Flip loves this, well, pretty much public sex, he does try to be extra careful since he's law enforcement. He's really hoping the movie's louder than the noises you two are making and the gentle squeaking of his truck's shocks.

He groans softly, cigarette pinched between his teeth, ashes starting to fall off the tip. "Goddamnit, princess...a little faster for me...mhm, that's it..."

You speed up as he requested, resulting in a spike in both your pleasures. Matching noises of pure lust and passion escape from both of your lips.

"Fuck...mm!"

Flip starts thrusting up into you, chasing his rapidly approaching orgasm. The cars around you seem none the wiser and luckily for you two, the windows are not completely steamed over, so all that can really be seen are your silhouettes.

As he fucks you, you take the opportunity to reach down and rub your clit, moaning softly as the pleasure pulses through you. You're close, very close, and getting closer by the second--

"O-Oh fuck," Flip groans as he cums, pushing his cum up into you with rapid thrusts. "Mmm, good girl...shit..."

Feeling him cum is what sends you over the edge, and you continue rubbing yourself through it as the familiar waves of pleasure roll over your body.

Eventually you both come to a stop and Flip pulls out, tucking himself away while you pull your underwear back into place. As soon as you turn around in his lap, Flip has put out his cigarette and pulls you in for a kiss, his arms wrapping around you to hold you close.

A thought come to you and you smile against his lips, chuckling softly. He pulls away, eyebrows slightly furrowed.

"What is it?"

Your laughter grows a bit. "I told you this was a good movie."

He laughs, shaking his head and giving your ass a nice firm smack.

"You're cute."

****

sextember taglist: @rynwritesstuff @safarigirlsp @babbushka

if you'd like to be tagged in future sextember works, please let me know via comment on this post or the original sextember post!

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[reading-in-velaris]

Disclaimer! These fics are not mine! I name all authors to give them credit. Making these masterlists are for my benefit to keep my like section clear and where I can have easy access to all my favorite fics :)

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[rynwritesstuff]

I would be happy to write something for A if they would like to hop on over to my blog and send me either an ask or a private message! Mental health is very important to me, and I think comfort fics can provide a bit of escape, even just for a few minutes! :) Thank you for thinking of me, Shannon! <3

Hi Shannon!

I am so sorry I am only just replying. I am not sure if you remember but I asked you a bit ago if you would take a request.

I have been... away for a while after... passing on didn't work.

Back then I wanted to request a comfort fic with any Adam character but well.

I didn't have any access to the internet and I am so sorry for rambling but I am sorry for not replying and you defently don't have to answer to this ask or anything because I just wanted to apologize.

Lots of love,

- A ✨️

Hi!

I’m sorry to hear you are going through a rough time! I hope things have gotten better and are looking up!

I really don’t think I’m the right person for this request. I don’t ever write comfort style fics or fluff sort of things. I write mainly horror, action, and adventure. So unless, you find murder and mayhem or dark humor a type of comfort fic, as I do, you probably won’t find my type of writing all that comforting lol.

These are the fics of mine that I think are closest to what you might be looking for. They’re all older and not really comfort sort of fics, but I think they’re closer to that than anything else I’ve written. They’re at least lighter hearted and don’t have any murder or mayhem. They’re more humor and sexy than anything else, but that’s as close as I ever get to fluff or comfort style stuff. Honestly, I haven’t even read much of that style so I’m kind of guessing with these and I might be totally off base.

Lover - Jacques

Joyeux Noel - Jacques

Knockout - Flip

Timeless - Flip

Disturbin’ the Peace - Flip

Boone County Brunch - Clyde

Winter Warmth - Clyde

You should check out my good friends @babbushka and @rynwritesstuff and their masterlists. I don’t think either of them are currently taking requests, but they each have great comfort fics and I’m sure they’d be happy to recommend their favorites to you! I hope you find something you enjoy and that you find comfort in! 💗

[rynwritesstuff]

Don't Blame Me

Young!Coriolanus Snow x Reader

Warnings: NSFW (18+), PIV sex, Snow has unsettling thoughts, brief spanking

Word Count: 790

Summary: You and Coriolanus have sex.

“Don’t blame me, love made me crazy. If it doesn’t you ain’t doin’ it right.” - Don’t Blame Me, Taylor Swift

Coriolanus watches you closely. His brilliant blue eyes are focused and concentrated on following your movements. What you’re doing is, to most, innocent, but Coriolanus knows what you’re trying to do. You’re teasing him. Taunting him. Mocking him, even. 

Look at me, your body sings. Look, but do not touch.

Coriolanus steps towards you as you lean over once more, picking flowers from the grass. You turn around when you hear him approaching. You smile softly, looking up at him. Your arm extends and offers him a flower. 

“Pretty, aren’t they?” you ask. Coriolanus’s eyes are dark as he steps up to you. He glances down at the weed in your hand. He wants to scoff. “I suppose,” he says, taking the flower. He holds it for a moment, then lets it fall into the grass. He reaches out to you, taking hold of your hand and tugging you forward. You go with him easily, which pleases him. He’s got you wrapped around his finger. 

He cups your cheeks, holding your face and glancing at your lips. His cock is hard, aching in his trousers. He needs you, and he’ll have you. He leans in and kisses you, and your eyes flutter shut with a sigh. His lips work against you hungrily. He kisses you like a man starved, and you let him. He wonders how much, exactly, you would let him do. 

His hands wander down, down, down. You hum as he grips your ass and tugs up your dress. 

“Corio,” you hum. God, he loves you. He loves how you feel, how you sound when the two of you are together like this, how you don’t make him stay after it’s done. 

“Bend over,” he breathes, reaching down to undo his trousers and pull his cock free. Hurrying to listen, you turn around and bend over, bracing yourself against a nearby tree. Coriolanus steps up behind you, cock in hand, and yanks your underwear to the side. 

You’re always such a good listener. So obedient and controllable. He could tell you to do anything and you’d do it to please him. 

He pushes the head of his cock through your slick, gathering the arousal before pushing into you slowly. You let out a shaky breath. He always feels so good. He fills you up wonderfully. 

Coriolanus thrusts all the way in, then begins to rock his hips back and forth. He goes slow at first, letting your wetness cover his cock before he begins to really, really fuck you. He lets out soft, breathy grunts as he takes you, his brows furrowed and cheeks hot. 

“Shit,” Coriolanus groans. “Fuck . . . So tight . . .”

Your head falls forward with a moan, your eyes shut as he fucks you harshly. 

“Corio, f-fuck . . .” 

“Touch yourself,” he commands. He gives your ass a harsh smack, which startles you ever so slightly. You reach down quickly, slipping your hand between your thighs to rub your clit. You sigh as you do as Coriolanus asked of you. He hums behind you. 

“Good,” he says. “Don’t stop.” 

You nod. 

“I won’t.”

He continues to pound you, and soon his orgasm begins to build. He smacks your ass again, harder this time, and you moan. Coriolanus grits his teeth, his fingers digging into your hips as he rocks your body back and forth. 

“Fuck,” he breathes. “Gonna fucking cum . . .” 

You nod. 

“Please,” you say. “P-Please.”

He loves it when you beg for him. You always sound so pretty, so desperate. 

His breath catches. He is silent for a moment as his orgasm washes over him, and when he exhales, a grunt comes with it. He keeps his cock inside of you for a few moments after he’s finished, wanting to feel the way you pulse and clench around his cock. He pulls out and rights his clothing despite the fact that you haven’t climaxed yet. You hardly ever do when the two of you do this together. 

You pull your hand out from between your thighs, then fix your underwear and dress. You turn around to watch Coriolanus as he pulls himself together. He’s so handsome with his buzzed hair and blue eyes and striking features, and you smile softly. He looks at you. 

“Do you have to go?” you ask. It isn’t a plea for him to stay, just a simple question. Coriolanus shakes his head. 

“I’ll stay for a while.” 

You smile. 

“Alright.” You pick up the flowers you were picking minutes earlier, then offer your other hand to Coriolanus. He takes it, pleased with the fact that he got to take you. God knows he would have gotten it one way or another.

[safarigirlsp]

I was so excited to see the ask game going around. I hope it perks up around here again 💛

Do you any HCs to share for Flip, Kylo, Jacques, and Mills??

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Hello!! Thank you for sending this in! Today feels like the good old days with this dumpster fire hopping and the bs flying! I love it!!

🍕What's your favorite comment you've received on a fic?

Omg @iamburdened absolutely kills me with her comments. I have re read them 100 times and I smile like a lunatic every time. She's so dark and hilarious and I love her!

Here is just one example of her awesomeness on my fic Sinners Welcome!

@vedavan leaves some of the most involved and thoughtful and incredible comments I've ever received and I am so beyond floored at the amount of thought she gives. I am so thankful for her encouragement and support!

This comment on Here There Be Monsters made me swoon

Ahhhh!! Your stories are always such a thrill, a joyride from beginning to end, and this one was no exception. I loved every word, and your gift for action scenes and gorgeous descriptions shone so brightly here. I loved all the side characters too: from the colorful ragtag assortment of pirates and whores, to Legris' trusted crew and of course the legendary Pierre; the elegantly villainous Talvington and the mysterious, bewitching Grey Lady. Even the ship herself, the Belle Dame, was a character in and of herself. And of course as always I appreciate Carroughes disgusting appearance and his inevitable demise. Your obvious love and passion for the subject matter and for the characters (no one writes a better, hotter, more delicious male MC than your Legris 🔥🔥🥵) made this such a joy to read, and I was almost sad when it ended. Action, romance, drama... your stories have it all and I'm completely addicted. Perfection! ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

@reveluving inspires me to write more insanity by her support and beautiful comments on my stories!

This is so hard actually, but I have to shout out to my favorite people here and the most supportive and amazing people I know who always spur me to keep churning out my bs and do more!

You, of course! @queeniebee and all the other friends I have here who instantly come to mind when I think of support and wonderful people! @babbushka @lumberjack00fantasies Silky!! @gabesprincess @mrs-gucci @rynwritesstuff @mythrielofsolitude @reylokisses @queen-of-elves @srorgana1 @kyloremus

🍔What's a headcanon that hasn't made it into a published fic yet?

Kylo knew you were the one when he found he could fight with you and argue without losing his temper. He has a famously hot temper. He's a notoriously violent man. But of course, he could never hurt his girl. That doesn't mean that he wouldn't lose his temper with her, or so he thought. He thought it would be a challenge, that he would feel his blood pressure rise and his teeth grind when you angered him, because naturally you're going to. It can be a little thrilling to push his buttons. But he never has lost his tempter with you, despite your best efforts. He gets hot and bothered in other ways, ways he channels to improve both your moods.

It's true what they say, that Beauty tamed the Beast.

No one can debate that Jacques has a winning personality. He's fun, lively, exudes charm and charisma, and has no hesitation putting on a grand show for his girl. However, like so many highly charismatic people, his charm was hard-earned and developed for survival. A self-made man, he had no name or fortune and had to claw his way up the food chain until he became a man of power. He remembers going dirty and hungry and cold, sleeping on the ground, awaking to a muscles that ached from cold and a growling stomach that couldn't be sated. Charisma was another skill he learned along the way to survive. Just as necessary to gain power and fortune as being able to fight, red in tooth and claw, was the ability to mingle, to befriend, to charm to amuse. He had to make himself useful in all ways to his betters until he outstripped them all.

With you, he finds that he doesn't need to act at all and that it's all natural and second nature. It makes him swell with pride when he puts a smile on your lips. He realized you were the one when he realized that making you happy made him happier, giving you pleasure made his heart soar. He will also ensure his girl, his family, will never know the feeling going hungry or cold, nor of being shunned and kicked aside. His table will always be bountiful and his arms always warm and loving for his woman. When he smiles for you, when he laughs and entertains, its genuine and it makes him love you more.

Flip was raised outdoors and helping on his family's ranch, breaking horses, branding calves, cutting timber, chopping ice, hauling hay. All the things his size and rambunctious temper were good for.

His upbringing made him a die hard western movie fan. Clint Eastwood is his favorite with John Wayne a close runner up and he's watched their entire filmography at least five times over with his dad. He's ensured his girl has seen all of his favorites and plenty of others too. True Grit, The Outlaw Josey Wales, El Dorado, Unforgiven, to name a few.

Westerns are his favorite movie genre. However, he is also quite a bit of an ornery jackass. As such, his favorite genre to watch with you is horror. He loves setting the stage, making sure the house is nice and dim, the temperature a little cool, a fire crackling in the fireplace. The ambience is perfect for a movie night in, and all strategically geared to make you want to get nice and close to him, against his chest and inside his arms. He will tease you mercilessly and goose you during the jumpy parts. Then he will laugh - bray- like the jackass he is. He deals with killers and criminals in real life. Horror movies don't phase him. Some big ungainly bastard with half his vision obscured by a mask, coming at him swinging a chainsaw that's telegraphed a mile away is hardly a challenge. Flip would have fun taking your average slasher out in spectacularly ballsy fashion. Flip loves horror movies and chill. He chills while you get chills.

Mills is tenacious and hard working in all ways. He will go the extra mile and work harder and longer than anyone. Complaints aren't part of his vocabulary and he never shies from any quantity of blood, sweat, and tears it takes to see anything through once he sets his mind to it. He's determined to the point of self destruction and will push himself far past the bounds of comfort and even good sense.

The area in which he's happy to put in the effort and diligence is for his girl. Once he sets his sights on her, nothing will deter him. He will tilt windmills and make every overture, simple and grand, to win her heart. As a lovesick teenager who didn't know a damn thing about girls, this took the shape of embarrassing acts like clumsily strumming a guitar and singing off key below his intended's window at odd hours of the night until angry fathers ran him off. He considered it a badge of honor when one particularly enraged father took a shot at his feet with a .12 gauge.

Thankfully, he has learned a thing or two and now applies his tenacious enthusiasm in better ways. He will cook for you and rub your shoulders until his hands ache. He will bring you flowers and take you out for a picnic that entails a ride in his bush plane out to a mountain lake to spare you the hike. He will carry you to bed when you're tired and hold you all night. He considers it a personal failure when he doesn't make you cum before him, and is dauntless when it comes to making you moan and sigh. He is the ultimate Golden Retriever Boyfriend. He will work every day to make you smile and never let the new wear off.

[mrs-gucci]

mrs. g's sextember (sexy september)

hello lovely friends! welcome to my sextember event post :)

sextember itself will begin on friday, september 8th and will end on saturday, september 23rd (event duration: 2 weeks).

the requesting period for sextember will be open from friday, august 25th to friday, september 1st.

despite the requesting period being open before the beginning of sextember, all the pieces themselves will be released within the two week event period.

please let me know by either commenting on this post or leaving an ask in my inbox if you'd like to be tagged in the sextember event pieces. I won't be doing any character-specific taglists, it'll just be a general event taglist.

below the cut, I'm gonna be outlining all the characters and content that are acceptable for this event. this will serve as the "request FAQ" for sextember in particular, so if you're planning on requesting, please read the stuff below the cut or else you risk your request being deleted.

I’m so, super duper excited to write all your wonderful ideas and I can’t wait to read them all come friday!!

tagging a few friends for attention :) @babbushka @safarigirlsp @mrs-zimmerman @clydesfavoritegirl @mythrielofsolitude @rynwritesstuff

guidelines for sextember requests

the sextember "golden rule" - your request MUST include something autumn-themed (no halloween stuff). read more below on the types of things I'll accept as autumn-themed.

pairings: I only write female reader characters and heterosexual (M/F) relationships.

characters: Clyde Logan, Flip Zimmerman, Charlie Barber, Jacques Le Gris, Commander Mills, Adam Sackler (depends on request).

content: as the event title suggests, all pieces will contain smut in some capacity but there will be a variety of "intensity" in said smut and will have something for almost everyone.

the range of smut content could include...

heavy making out (making out w/ some touching), dry humping/grinding, handjobs & vaginal fingering, oral sex, p in v, kinky content.

my no-no's are...

rape (consensual noncon is okay). under 18. kinks involving extreme violence or brutalization. cheating (main characters cheating on one another). dd/lg. age play. pet play. pegging. strap-ons. male lingerie. anal play/sex. scat play. feeding kink. religious services, ceremonies, celebrations of any kind.

autumn-themed content: could involve an autumn setting (ie. a pumpkin patch, hayride, pumpkin carving, etc), an autumn item of some kind (ie apple cider, pumpkins, comfy sweaters, etc), and/or movie viewing (ie a spooky movie viewing). really, just something that’s autumnal in nature, I’m not super picky. just as long as it’s not something halloween, it’ll fit the event lol.

[safarigirlsp]

Hi! Thank you for tagging me in this! I always love these! @reveluving

Last Song: If I Had A by So Good (It's hilarious)

Favorite Color: Cobalt Blue

Last Book: Phantasma. This was the last book I read that I liked anyway. It was really fun and I would recommend it to anyone looking for a fun read. I'm currently reading one that's so fucking lame called The Haunting of Hecate Cavendish. I would never recommend to anyone unless I hated them.

Last Movie: I'm going to picspam because it's what I do!

Last movie in theaters: Nosferatu

I was sick this weekend, so I laid around and rewatched some favorites and I'm going to list them too. Can you tell what kind of mood I'm in?

The Wolfman

The Prestige

Jane Eyre

Van Helsing

The Last Duel

Last TV Show: Interview with the Vampire was the last show I watched that was new to me and I loved it. Such great violence and bitches! I picked it because obviously I'm on a vampire kick, and I binged the hell out of both seasons.

And I watched 1923 for the third time to prepare for the new season coming in February.

Sweet/Savory/Spicy: Savory. Give me all the creams and cheeses and bacon! I like sweet and spicy too though.

Relationship Status: Married 7 years, together for 12 or so.

Last Thing I Googled: Is the shire horse an endangered species? (Yes, they technically are!)

Looking Forward To: In real life, I'm looking forward to getting a novel published and another completed and ready to send off this year. I have two in the bank and am looking forward to having three this year. I’d love to make more money writing than I do in my real career. That’d be the dream. Online, I'd love for this tumblr dumpster fire to get stoked and burning hot again. It was a fun time when there was all the activity whirling around and lots of interaction.

Current Obsession: Other than the actors I ogle here and movies associated with them, I don’t think I really have any obsessions. My favorite author is Wilbur Smith and I’m currently going through all of his books, rereading some and reading others for the first time. So, that’s kind of an obsession. I enjoy making moodboards and graphics for myself. Otherwise, I love to travel and I’m probably obsessed with my pets.

Zero pressure tags

@babbushka @rynwritesstuff @mrs-gucci @mrszimmerman24 @iamburdened @vedavan @dirbenaffleck @napiersmirk @cas-backwards-tie @gabesprincess

Everyone else please feel free to join in too!

10 People I'd Like to Get to Know Better!

First tag game this year! Thank you dear @sci-fi-disney-prince for the tag, and pleased to meet you! That name is SO fitting with that hottie as your pfp!

Last Song: Rewind by Wonder Girls!

Fave Color: Maroon (#550000)

Last Book: Before the Coffee Gets Cold!

Last Movie: A local movie, don't always watch them, but this one film in particular was my childhood! 🌹

Last TV Show: Japan Sinks: People of Hope! Always been a fan of disaster management-esque films & documentaries!

Sweet/Savory/Spicy: Can't pick between sweet or spicy, BUT if I must, spicy!

Relationship Status: Single. Cannot stress it enough HAHA

Last Thing I Googled: Just... so much about enzymes. For my final year project report 🤡

Looking Forward To: I'd say interact more! Reblog, comment, ask, make new friends in between. Y’know, find people who have the same obsession as I do, especially the 'underrated' ones 😘

Current Obsession: Samyang varieties! Always been a fan of the brand, but been trying out different ways via YouTube, like the stew version from KelseyLovePho (Please give it a go! Add chicken bullion to it!) 🍜

Zero pressure tags of my beloveds, including my OG sweethearts: @wetpussyju1ce @deipnosofic @minnie-themoocher @lacontroller1991 @neon-supernova @tavners @lady-murderess @a-reader-and-a-writer @violetmuses @safarigirlsp & whoever's interested to join in!

[nyradragon]

hey!! :) know we don’t know each other, but i just wanted to let you know that i think you’re absolutely beautiful, and i completely understand your struggle with body image and old pictures. i do the same thing, but i feel that it’s always good for us to remember that our bodies aren’t meant to look a certain way forever. we are constantly changing and growing, both mentally and physically, and that’s a beautiful thing. you’re absolutely allowed to have your bad days, feel your feelings!! but also know that you’re allowed to love the body you’re in right now :) i think you’re a really really cool person based on what i’ve seen on your blog, and i just wanted to let you know that!! <3

I appreciate you a lot some days are extremely hard to be positive and upbeat and i try my best but todays one of those down days and i’m really thankful to hear these kind words really it means a lot ilysm you’re absolutely beautiful inside and out thank you for taking the time out of your day to send this message💛

[eagerforhoney]

KINKTOBER DAY 5 - Ronnie Peterson x Reader

Kinktober Day 5: Uniforms

WC: 1200ish

Ronnie Peterson x Fem!Reader

CW/TW: piv sex, public sex, arousal from a man in uniform, police officers portrayed positively

Smut below the cut! Tagging a few folks: @supremeleaderandprincekyloren @hopeamarsu @rynwritesstuff @jynzandtonic @mariesackler @mrs-zimmerman @mrs-gucci

Day 4 Day 3 Day 2 Day 1

You were in the middle of running errands and had just stepped out of the post office when your eyes landed on something that made your heart swell. It was your husband being way too cute for his own good filling up the cruiser at the gas station across the street. He didn’t see you, yet you weren’t doing anything but staring at him. You’ve seen him in his uniform -- thousands of times. Yet there was something so sexy thinking about him ‘out on the job’ protecting your town in his form-fitting uniform. It hugged him in all the right places, subtly showing off his body from his wide chest to his strong thighs.

You realize you must have looked insane standing in the middle of the sidewalk gawking at a cop across the way, damn near drooling with cartoon heart eyes. You straighten yourself out, trying to ignore the added heat to your core and your nipples hardening with each step you take to bring you closer to him.

He still hasn’t noticed you. He’s zoned out, staring at the pump as the tank fills. You have to mentally tell yourself not to jump him, to slow down. He’s standing tall with his large, muscular arms crossed over his chest with his beautiful brow furrowed. The button up shirt of his uniform is tight against his back, accentuating the defined muscle underneath. You come up next to him, both bodies hidden from public view thanks to the cruiser.

He startles when there is suddenly someone very close next to him. He shouldn’t have been spacing out like that, but it had been such a slow day. He looks down and gives his surprise visitor the biggest, most genuine grin. He shoots out his arms, wrapping them around you and squeezing you tight. You audibly sigh, happy to be wrapped in his arms but also have your body pressed up against him, feeling your husband’s large frame encapsulate you. “Hiya Honey, what a nice surprise to see you!” he says to you before giving you a sweet kiss on the lips.

You feel his soft lips touch yours and you feel like you’re starting to feel as insane as you look. “Likewise” you sigh and smile before continuing. “Sweetie, seeing you out working in your uniform is really doing it for me right now, you look so sexy.” As you speak you’re running your hands up his front, feeling the warmth from his body radiate out to you pulling you closer into him.

He cocks an eyebrow at you with a sideways grin. “Oh, yeah? You want a police officer to take you into the back of his squad car and detain you?” He’s whispering into your ear at this point, almost humming his words. A shiver runs down your spine and you grip his collar. He sees how needy you’re getting and decides the extremely slow day wouldn’t be picking up any time soon. “Get in the car Mrs. Peterson. We have places to go.” You wickedly grin back at him before hopping into the passenger side of your husband’s squad car.

You don’t drive very far, just behind the main strip mall of businesses in town. Ronnie exits the car rounding the front and opens the door on your side. You take his hand and step out. You’re outside for seconds before he’s sliding into the backseat and pulling you with him, seating you on his lap. You don’t waste any time grinding on him and kissing up his neck, wrapping your arms around his neck latching yourself to him. “Are you going to comply with the police, Mrs. Peterson?” Ronnie questions as he roughly gropes your body, encouraging your gyrations. Your clothed clit is rubbing on his belt and you’re internally screaming. “Yes, officer. What do I need to do?” you reply in between kissing his swollen lips and tugging on the hair at the nape of his neck.

Ronnie groans at your eagerness and bucks up into you, making you both moan into each others’ mouths. “Gonna need you to ride my cock, angel.” You smile into his lips at his pet name, among the many he uses for you. You help each other undo belts and buttons and zippers and soon after you’re grinding your wet lips over his hard length. Spreading your slick all over him, you pin his throbbing cock between your legs. Your heart skips a beat every time his leaking tip hitches around your clit and you dig your nails into his shoulders.

Both of you want to feel him inside you, so you raise up onto your knees and he positions his tip at your entrance. You slowly sink down onto his large cock and shudder with how much he fills you. You take a couple breaths as you adjust to his size once your hips meet but can’t hold out for long before you’re grinding on him again, rubbing your bare clit against the base of him where you two are connected. “Fuck you feel so good honey, your pussy feels so good, I’m in heaven.” You smile at how your husband praises you, letting it go straight to your core. He grabs your hips and ass with an iron grip and you take that as a signal to start bouncing on his cock. “Oh my gooodddd Ronnie, baby, yes!” you exclaim as you feel his length spear into you. You look down and see yourself riding your husband in his uniform and it makes a new wave of slick squelch around him. You’re whining from the angles at which he is fucking into you and Ronnie is eating it the fuck up. “Such a pretty whore, letting a police officer fuck her in his car.” You moan at his words and clench your pussy around him. He's moving your hips as you bounce on him so your clit deliciously rubs all over him with each thrust. “Can I cum officer? I’m so close” you beg as you feel it quickly rising within you.

The look on your face as you beg him makes him lose his mind. “Hurry, I need to fill your cunt.” His gruff response is the cherry on top of your orgasm as it crashes over you. Waves of bliss hit you over and over, and Ronnie is feeling the amazing contractions of your walls around him the whole way through. As you begin to come down you feel him still himself deep inside you followed by the warm feeling of his cum filling you up.

You’re both breathing heavy and holding each other tight. You sit up to look into your husband’s eyes and they are already crinkled from him smiling up at you. You give him a loving peck to his lips before getting off his lap and putting your pants back on. He picks up your panties and puts them in his pocket, something to tie him over the rest of his shift.

Minutes later he’s dropping you off at your car. “I’ll see you at home, sweets. I’m making your favorite dinner tonight.. takeout.” You wink at him before leaning in for a kiss. He leans in like second nature to meet your lips. As you settle into the driver’s seat of your own car, you see Ronnie peel out onto the road and drive away, uniform and all. Hopefully it wouldn’t be too long before he was walking through your front door again.

[edsbug]

Tag 9 people you want to get to know better

Tagged by: @munsononmyshit (thank you love🤍🥺)

Favorite Color: sage green🪴

Currently Watching: the sandman

Currently Reading: the woman in the window by a.j. finn (and any eddie fic i can get my filthy little hands on)

Song: let them eat metal by the rods

Last series: twin peaks

Last Movie: split

Sweet/savoury/spicy: savoury🤤

Currently Working On: getting out of bed

Tagging: @hawkinshighdropout @mvnsoneddie86 @rynwritesstuff @eddiemunsons-girl @royalmaybank (only if you want to of course🤍)

[kyloandtheknights]

hey kittens!

im a new writer in the adcu :) i love writing and i’m so excited to meet you guys and hopefully become friends! i write for most, if not all of adam’s characters, but note that i don’t write for him as an actor! only his characters ;) anywho, here are a few things about the blog and me:

you can call me whatever you want, darlings, im not fussy with names!

my blog name must be read to the tune of “bennie and the jets” by elton john in your head. if you have not heard the song, please go watch “bennie and the jets bar scene from 27 dresses” on youtube- warning: you will be hooked

i have an obsession with typewriters, and am in midst of researching for my first, so if you are a typewriter savant, please let me know what’s the best kind for a beginner at a reasonable price!!

the song “adam driver” by sipper makes me cry! it reminds me of my evening beach trip with my family- it was lovely :’)

some of my favourite writers are @jynzandtonic , @safarigirlsp , @mrsgucci , @in-silks-and-flesh-and-leather and @rynwritesstuff who are all absolute sweetie-pies, so pleek send them love if you are reading this!

my request and ask box is ALWAYS open, though because this is a sideblog, i will have to do that annoying thing of screenshooting the ask and posting it to answer, but not to fear! i will be tagging you in the response, and if you are an anon, you can either pick an emoji or name and become a nonnie with your own tag with your designated emoji/name or you can just search my anon tag for your response! i try to respond as quickly as possible!!

i write all three of the holy trinity (that being fluff, angst and smut) and i LOVE a good au so really just go wild, though note that:

i don’t write piss kinks or water sports kinks. sorry!

i am always up for life updates and random chats about stupid things with you guys <33333

anywho, i think that’s all for now! i have a young!flip blurb cooking, so keep your peepers open for that! with all that said, have a good morning/afternoon/evening/night babies! i care about you immensely!

xoxo

-me :)

(monday, 4th october)

[rynwritesstuff]

How Bad Do You Want Me? - Kylo Ren x ResistancePilot!Reader

Kylo Ren x ResistancePilot!Reader

Warnings: NSFW (PIV Sex, unprotected sex, crying during sex lol), Banter, sassy Kylo Ren, sassy Reader

Word Count: 2.6k

Summary: Before Kylo Ren was Kylo Ren, he was a padawan with you. Before you were a Resistance Pilot, you were a padawan with Kylo Ren. Now, several years later, you've found yourself in the clutches of the First Order, and, of course, Kylo himself.

A/N: May the Fourth be with you! I decided to celebrate my lifelong love for this series by writing some smut lol, as one does. In case you missed it, I created a sideblog (@rainbow-gelpen) so if you wanna see some non-writing shenanigans from me, head on over there for some fun. Otherwise, enjoy the oneshot <3

The room is cold, that is the first thing you note as you come to your senses. When you open your eyes, everything begins to come together in choppy, drawn-out scenes. 

The village, full and dark. The people, afraid and yelling. 

Lor San Tekka, with his small smirk.

Kylo Ren, lightsaber in hand. 

You startle at the image of him and jerk against the restraints on the interrogation chair. You look around the room. No Stormtroopers are in-sight, and you know immediately that this must be intentional. Stormtroopers are so small-minded, so easily manipulated . . . And, after all, Kylo Ren knows that you are a Force-user. 

Yes, he knows you could have Forced your way through Stormtroopers and escaped out of the base with, most likely, very little effort. Your fists clench at the knowledge, already beginning to feel angry with him. You wonder briefly, foolishly, if generals and officers will be sent in soon to try and force the information out of you. And then, you remember who you are dealing with. 

Kylo Ren will want to get it out of you himself. As, of course, a testament to the fact that he simply can. As proof that he knew you once and knows you still. If you know a person long ago – knew every part of them – that does not necessarily fade with time, does it? Perhaps bits and pieces go, but not whole parts. Kylo Ren is still Ben Solo. Ben Solo is still Kylo Ren. 

You stare at the door, willing it to open, daring it to open. You can feel his energy. It is getting closer. He’s so angry, so sad. You can sense it. Gods, you feel sick knowing just how infected he is. You wonder now, just as you have wondered everyday since he burned down the Temple you once shared, if there was ever anything to be done for him, and if you could have been the one to save him from himself. 

You shake your head. He didn’t want saving, he wanted power, and power is what he received. If it meant losing you, he didn’t care, did he?

. . . Did he?

Footsteps come pounding towards you. You still recognize the cadence even after all this time, after all these changes. You know who it is, and you set your eyes on the door again. The durasteel door slides open with a soft hiss, and there he is. Your jaw clenches, standing tall as the door slams down shut again. Kylo stands there for a moment. 

“It is really you,” he says. You glare at him. Anger swells in your chest, that very same anger that you carried with you all that time ago as you watched the Jedi Temple burn down. You remember looking for him, clawing through pieces of wreckage as you searched and called for him. And then there it was, his hand on your shoulder, and you can still remember how the relief felt when it coursed through you.

And yes, you can still remember the betrayal you felt when you realized what he had done. 

You hate that he still has this hold over you, this grip on your heart, your mind. Has nothing changed? Has time not cast its spell? Here he is in his dark clothes – a leather tunic, leather trousers, boots, a cape, a mask, gloves – and still a part of you feels like it has finally come home. 

“I had no idea we had the best pilot in the Resistance on-board,” Kylo speaks again. You don’t stop glaring. If this is the last thing you’ll ever do, you won’t go down easily. You’ll fight him, you’ll shame him, you’ll combat every remark. You owe him nothing, he owes you everything. 

You could have killed him, afterall. After you’d seen exactly what he had done to the Temple, to your fellow Padawans. People were yelling for you to stop him, to trap him, and you . . . Just let him go. You wonder sometimes, even now, how everything may have played out if you had sliced his leg or stalled him or whipped out your own lightsaber. 

There could be peace across the galaxy today if you had not loved him more than the future of your fellow civilians. 

He looks so strong, so powerful. You remember when he was younger, when his muscles weren’t quite so large and his shoulders weren’t so broad. You wonder what he looks like. Is he scarred? Mutilated beyond recognition? Is that why he wears this mask?

“You’re a coward,” you snarl suddenly, unable to stop yourself. Kylo crouches. You can sense the peculiar look on his face from beneath the mask. “Hiding behind a mask. You don’t even have the guts to look at me with your eyes . . . Do you?”

Hesitation. You sense it from him. How odd. 

Then, his hands are lifting and settling at the sides of the mask. He presses buttons at the side, and it hisses as the facepiece unlocks and lifts. Kylo pulls the mask off as he stands once more. He sets it aside, then looks upon you. 

Oh. 

Oh.

This is the face of someone worth losing everything over.

His eyes are angry. His brows are thick. His nose is prominent, his lips are plush. Moles and freckles dot his pale skin. His hair is longer now than it was years ago, but still wavy. Still curled at the ends. It takes everything in you not to let the emotions swell. Perhaps this will prove to be more difficult than you thought. 

Kylo steps forward, and you don’t dare look away. 

“I know the old man gave it to you,” Kylo says. “The map. Tell me where it is.”

You shake your head. 

“You of all people should know that I’m not that easy,” you tell him. The corner of his mouth twitches. You remember the summer you spent with him, drunk in love under the bright stars. Oh, the smiles he’d give you. This is nothing in comparison. 

“Don’t make me fight for it,” Kylo says. He steps forward again. “We both know I’m stronger. I can take whatever I want.”

Your faces are so close. Your hands are clenched into fists, still. You are aching to touch him, to feel his skin against yours. You look at him and wonder how exactly he plans to take this information from you. The truth is that the map is far away from here by now, and on its way to the Resistance with your BB unit. 

You have nothing for him. Even if he finds out about the droid, Kylo and his people will never beat it to the base. Perhaps you are to die tonight at the hands of Kylo Ren. What a heroic way to go. What a beautiful last face to see. 

Kylo brings a large, gloved hand up to the side of your face, not touching you but nearly doing so. The Force hums, then. You grunt as you throw up your mental walls, fighting to keep him out. 

“You don’t h-have to do this,” you breathe softly, straining against the pain. Kylo says nothing, instead pushing harder. You look away from him, and because you do this, you miss the way his bottom lip quivers briefly. He feels it – everything you’ve carried with you all this time.

“You’re so angry,” he says quietly, almost to himself. You shake your head. 

“I-I’ve been captured by your s-slaves,” you quip.

“No,” comes his firm voice. “You’re angry because of what I did at the Temple. Even now, it’s in here.”

“You sound surprised,” you grunt, glaring at him again. His eyes meet yours. “I loved you.”

“You loved what I stood for.”

“I. Loved. You,” you snarl. You shake against the restraints. “Let me out of this wretched thing, face me properly. Or are you too afraid of what I can do?”

Kylo pulls out of your mind. Your chest rises and falls rapidly as he stares at you momentarily. Then, he reaches forward and undoes the cuffs of the interrogation chair. You lunge at him immediately, shoving him so hard that he stumbles back.

You raise your hand to smack him, and he catches your wrists in both of his hands. You knee him in the crotch instead. Kylo grunts, then spins you around and pins you against the wall with his entire firm body pressed against yours. You struggle. 

“Get off of me.”

“I told you you were angry,” Kylo says, as if to prove a point.

“Get off.”

“Where is the map?”

“I don’t know.”

Kylo adjusts your wrists so that he’s holding them both in one hand, then brings his other hand up to rest on your throat. Your breath catches. 

“Where . . . is it?”

“I don’t know,” You say again, softly this time. Kylo hums, and you feel the energy shifting. Your heart begins to pound. Kylo’s body is hot against yours. You tip your head back to rest against his shoulder. An olive branch. A dove. An offer. His hand slides down from your throat to your left breast. You nearly moan at the feeling – how long have you waited for this? How many nights have you laid awake thinking of this exact scenario? Wondering how how hands would feel on your chest, on your hips, on your–

“You want this,” Kylo says as he squeezes your breast. You sigh. 

“I never said I didn’t,” you remark. He leans forward and presses his face against your shoulder, then inhales your scent deeply. 

“If you’re gonna take me, then do it,” you say breathily. 

“Have you no patience?”

“Clearly not,” you tell him. You feel his erection pressing against you, and you chuckle. “Clearly you don’t, either.”

Kylo turns you around so that he can look at you. You reach up to touch him, running your hand along his cheek. He seems to lean into your touch, and this brings you an odd sense of satisfaction. He still wants you, still wants this.

“Take all this shit off,” you tell him firmly, tugging at his tunic. He says your name, and you shake your head. “I don’t care. Take it off. If you’re gonna kill me over this map, I want to see you one last time.”

You’ve always held your head high, but the truth is that Kylo Ren has haunted you from the moment he left the Temple, lightsaber in-hand. Life is . . . Life is a waiting game now. Wondering how much time you have left, how much time you’ve wasted. But now, here? You know how it could end, and Kylo Ren is taking off his cape and his tunic and his undershirt, and you surge forward to grab a handful of his hair and kiss him. 

He gasps against your lips but you only press against him harder. The Force seems to hum around the two of you. Two powerhouses together only means ultimate power, and as Kylo pulls your body forward and yanks at your clothes, you begin to realize that perhaps you should have joined him all those years ago. 

It certainly would’ve made life much easier for you.

Kylo shreds your shirt and throws its remnants aside before reaching around to unclip your undergarment. You let him. He kisses you again, and you feel it again – The Force’s strong presence. 

You lean back against the wall, and Kylo tugs down your pants eagerly, lips parted and cheeks flushed. What an incredible privilege it is to see him in this way again. You wonder how long it has been for him.

You run your hands along his strong arms – which are much larger than they were the last time you had him like this – and then meet his eyes. 

“Please,” you breathe. Kylo nods, reaching down to pull his erection free from his trousers. 

“I know,” he says. The emotion from earlier, you feel it finally. Tears fill your eyes as you part your legs for him, bringing one of them up to hook around his hip. Kylo holds the side of your face as a tear escapes you. 

You cling to him, wrapping your arms around him in an attempt to bring yourself even closer yet. He enters you, and you moan as he fills you up. Your grip on him tightens. You’ve missed this – you’ve needed it for Gods know how long. Kylo begins to piston his hips, fucking into you, and you groan as he holds you up against the wall. 

“Fuck,” he grunts. You moan. 

“Faster,” you sob, holding onto his hair, his shoulder. “F-Faster.”

“I’m trying,” Kylo says, rocking his hips back and forth. You sigh as he pleases you. His cock feels magical, like something that was made for you and only for you. You imagine Kylo at brothels and inns with random women, and it makes you hate him. How dare he be with anyone but you. How dare he even consider it.

“Tell me again,” Kylo says. “W-What you said earlier.”

You moan, mind foggy with lust. 

“Which thing?” you ask. 

“You know.”

You ponder for a moment, then it clicks. You moan. 

“I loved you,” you breathe, a lump in your throat. “I did. I-I swear it.”

Kylo nods, his eyes meeting yours. 

“I know,” he breathes. You yank on his hair. 

“I hate you, now.”

“I know that, too.”

Your chest is hot and filled with unsaid words of affection. Kylo isn’t ready for them, you know that. He may never be. He’s so angry, so full of hate. You can hardly believe he’s doing this with you at all. How will he be when it is over? What will he do to you?

“I hate you for leaving me,” you breathe. Your orgasm is swelling within you, and you know that Kylo is close, too. 

“You should have joined me,” Kylo says. You cry out. 

“Shut up,” you tell him. He says your name as if it’s a prayer. You shake your head. “Don’t. Don’t. Just make me cum.”

Kylo nods. For once, he has nothing to say, nothing to add. He knows that your time – yours and his – has passed. Destinies have been selected for each of you on opposite sides of this war, and when he is finished with this, he will have to act as if none of it meant anything at all. You’re so angry with him, and he’s so loyal to Snoke – none of it would ever work even if you tried.

But at least you have this. At least you have now.

“I’m close,” Kylo breathes. You nod.

“Me, too,” you say. He pounds into you once, twice, three more times, and he’s moaning your name against your shoulder. You groan at the sound of it. You revel in it, in his desperation, his neediness. You shall never have it again. 

He fills you up just like he used to, and you sigh softly as you reach your own peak. His gloved hand travels down to rub your throbbing clit, and when he does, you moan and buck your hips. 

“F-Fuck . . .” you sigh. Kylo takes you through it, and when it’s all over, he pulls out slowly. You lower your leg and reach for your pants. Kylo takes a small step back, looking at you momentarily before redressing. You let out a soft, shaky breath as you do the same. 

Kylo looks at you once he’s fully clothed, watching you finish getting dressed. 

“Tell me where the map is so I can let you go,” he says. You look at him as you tuck a piece of your hair behind your ear. Your heart breaks in your chest. His does, too. You both know that this is not the ending that you wanted. 

“I can’t,” you say. He says your name. You shake your head. “I made promises, Kylo.” Feeling weak and foolish, Kylo rebinds you to the interrogation chair. You don’t fight him. He opens his mouth to speak, then reaches for his mask and leaves without another word.

Tagging my Star Wars-loving besties: @mrs-gucci @safarigirlsp @babbushka

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rynwritesstuff, 2025

[safarigirlsp]

I really have no business thinking about a Gladiator sort of AU but these edits by @kyloremus are driving me insane! If anyone has any fun ideas for something that could potentially work for Halloween, I might add him to my lineup…

I’m already working on a pirate story that’s going to be 50k plus because of her pirate edits 🤣 So, if anyone has any fun pirate thoughts, feel free to send those in too and I may add them into what I’m already doing!

Send any ideas my way and I’ll see if anything sticks!

I’ll also officially be opening up Halloween ideas on September 1st. For me, Halloween runs from September 1st through December 1st 😈 I have no problem with people thinking ahead and sending in ideas whenever!

Tagging some buddies who might have some fun ideas! 

@babbushka @in-silks-and-flesh-and-leather @mrs-gucci @mrs-zimmerman @iamburdened @gabesprincess @reborn-rekall @rynwritesstuff @candycanes19 @caillea @cas-backwards-tie @queeniebee @lumberjack00fantasies @mythrielofsolitude @icarusinthesea @ghoulian13 @darkhairedmenrule @reyloaddict55 @fizzywoohoo @heartlight-starlight @richbrittstein @woken-ariadne @clydesfavoritegirl @thepalaceofmelanie @celiholland @the-fangirl-diaries @reveluving @fax4life27 @vedavan @reylokisses @queen-of-elves @srorgana1 @vixenofcourse @kylofrk @dyaddu

Anyone else, feel free too!