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Ch 12 - The Lost Heir Job

Series Rewrite Masterlist

Pairing: Eliot Spencer x Ford!Reader

Description: The con this week takes a couple turns as they try to steal a rich man's inheritance from his lawyer and give it to the charity he requested before he passed away. The client's lawyer is an interesting character as well.

Words: 4989

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Nate didn’t tell anyone, but I knew that he went to see Sophie, despite his insistence of leaving her alone on the last job. I wasn’t sure if she would show up, so I left Nate to meet the client on his own, just in case she did. What I didn’t expect was that our client would bring an attorney and that she would want to know what was going on all of the time or else we didn’t have a client at all.

“I hate this,” Eliot said when Nate explained the situation.

“You do not let Vicki Vale into the Batcave, ever,” Hardison said. I would have to refresh my memory on that reference, but I got the jist that he didn’t like the situation either.

“First, this is my home, not a cave,” Nate replied. “Second, we’re not gonna allow her up here.”

“Sophie would never approve,” Parker said forcefully. “Call her.”

“We can’t just keep calling Sophie.”

“Okay, I see how it is,” Hardison said. “We can’t call her, but you can go off and have a little secret meeting with her.”

I should have known Hardison would already know about it.

“What are you talking about? I was in Harrisburg, researching a client,” Nate defended.

“Wow, cause you know what?” Hardison put some evidence on the screen behind Nate, “your passport got dinged going through Heathrow Airport yesterday. Heathrow’s in London. I guess you couldn’t get a direct flight to Harrisburg.”

“Well it’s hard when you do the same day booking,” Eliot pointed out.

Hardison stuttered a bit in response to Eliot before getting back to his point, “Did you realize that London is the home of the most security cameras in the world?”

“Really?” Parker said, feigning interest.

“Who feels like playing Where’s Waldo?” Hardison asked. “I do.”

Parker raised her hand with an ‘Oh!’

“Do you think he wore his trenchcoat to be inconspicuous?” I asked.

“Damn girl, it’s like you already knew,” Hardison praised as he showed a picture after picture of Nate, in his trenchcoat. “Waldo Ford. Oh, is that Big Ben? And you?”

We all smiled at each other as Hardison continued to milk it.

“Wow, you got twins and triplets everywhere.” Hardison became more serious, “and lookie there, 11:18 am standing outside of Sophie’s apartment looking quite pensive.”

“Aw, he’s rehearsing what he’s gonna say,” Parker said. “I’ve seen him do that.”

“Alright, alright guys. Okay, you caught me,” Nate conceded. “I went to London. Yeah. I saw Sophie.” He paused, looking at each of us individually. “And she’s not coming back.”

My heart sank. I had already assumed this to be the case since she wasn’t here, but him saying it outloud really hit it home. She wasn’t coming back.

Parker shook her head, “Not now, or not ever?”

“I, uh, don’t know,” Nate said. “An, uh, I don’t think she does either. So, uh, that’s that.”

There was a moment of silence as we all contemplated what that might mean.

“Could you please take the…” Nate gestured at the screens behind him with the surveillance photos of him. “Thank you,” he said once they were gone, “Can we get back to work?” Nate stood, moving the stool he was sitting on out of the way. He took a business card out of his pocket, “This… Tara Carlisle. Hardison, maybe you could just do a background check on her and if everything pans out, I don’t see why we can’t have an outsider just this once tag along. Hm?”

I couldn’t help but make a comparison, “I mean, I don’t think it’d be much different than having me around. Especially in the beginning…”

Nobody answered or added to my thought, but I did notice some clenched jaws and subtle head movements, as if weighing the odds.

“Ok, why don’t you run it for ‘em,” Nate told Hardison.

Hardison started his slide show, “Meet the late, great Bennett Kimball. He made his fortune the old-fashioned way: polluting, union busting, employing sweatshop labor. His personal life was even worse. Drunken driving accidents, chasing women, paying off the mob.

“Why haven’t we ever heard of this guy?” Parker asked.

“Because to the rest of the world,” Nate answered, “Bennett Kimball was a pillar of Boston society. Thanks to one very hard working lawyer.”

“Meet his longtime attorney, Peter Blanchard,” Hardison said, showing his picture on the screen. “This is an interesting guy. He’s a blue blood Harvard Law Graduate who turned into Kimball’s personal janitor. Dude would pay off the cops, pay hush money, God knows what else.”

“And he was rewarded by being named the executor and sole beneficiary of Kimball’s estate,” Nate added.

“Lovely,” I commented sarcastically, “So he’s invested, to say the least.”

“Mmhm,” Hardison agreed. “See, Kimball didn’t have any kids. He had a couple of ex-wives way, way back, but Blanchard is the closest thing he has to family.”

“Well, I guess this Blanchard guy didn’t count on his client having such a giving side,” Eliot said.

“Funny how that works,” Nate replied, standing up. “What happens to rich people when they know the end is near… It’s really, really amazing. Okay, I don’t know that we have a legal angle to play on this one, because in three days, he is going to present the will in probate court and assume control of the estate.”

“And our client’s charity gets nothing,” Parker said.

“Now, Blanchard was the keeper of Kimball’s secrets so…” Nate continued, “Yeah, so that’s our way in, right there.”

“You want a skeleton from his closet,” Parker deduced, a bit excited.

“Absolutely,” Nate agreed, “and there’s gotta be tons of skeletons. I mean, we want something so scary that the mere mention of it makes this guy run for his checkbook. So, uh, if that weren’t hard enough, we’ve got the chaperone to think about.” Nate clapped his hands a bit awkwardly at the task we had a head, and then took his exit.

“Tara Carlisle,” Hardison said to us. He, Nate, Eliot, and I stood outside of a prison, waiting for the attorney to arrive. “She checks out. Civil rights lawyer, does a lot of pro bono work. Collects lost causes like kittens.”

She pulled up in a low profile sudan, practical.

“Well, she’s honest,” Eliot commented.

“Crusader, incorruptible,” Hardison said as she stepped out of her car. She wore heels and a pencil skirt, professional, but still flattering along with her blond half updo and glasses. Hardison seemed to notice as he added, “And one sexy librarian.”

I looked over at him and Eliot with a raised eyebrow, but they kept their gaze on her. I rolled my eyes as I returned my gaze to the newcomer.

Nate waved and walked to stand beside her, “Hey guys, I’d like you to meet Tara Carlisle. She’s our client’s attorney. She’s gonna be joining us today.”

“I’m here because I believe we share a common goal,” she said as she shook our hands. “I just want to make sure it’s done the right way.” She turned to Nate, “Now, you said you had something we could use against Blanchard?”

Nate nodded, signaling for Hardison to explain.

“Okay, well behind these prison walls, or, um, prison shrubs,” Hardison started, pointing at the low security prison, “is Kimball’s former business partner, PJ Orson. He’s doing ten years for embezzlement. Kimball’s company paid $50,000 to a company called Lamond Holdings back in 1980.” Hardison was about to continue when he zeroed into Tara dutifully taking notes in a little note pad.

“That?” Nate asked. “Yeah, she does that. It’s okay, go ahead.”

Hardison continued, “Well, Lamond Holdings is a Vegas front company for the mob.”

“Yeah, $50,000 used to be the going rate for a contract killer in those days,” Eliot clarified helpfully.

“I’m not gonna ask how you know that,” I said before I could stop myself, since I had an idea.

“Good, cuz you don’t want to know.”

“Fair enough.”

“You think Kimball paid to have somebody killed?” Tara asked.

I didn’t have to look at Eliot or Hardison to know that we all made a little bit of a face at the question.

“Okay,” Nate took the attention to himself, “now what we’re gonna do right now is we’re going to go undercover.”

“Well, why don’t we go talk to Mr. Orson?” Tara asked.

Hardison and Eliot laughed.

“No. The best lie is the truth Mr. Ford,” she said resolutely. “I think if we go in there, and plead our case, Mr. Orson will wanna talk to us.”

She had so much confidence walking into that prison with Nate and I behind her, even up to explaining the situation to Orson. Until he laughed in her face.

Nate and I glanced at each other with a knowing look. Eliot and Hardison were getting ready for undercover anyway. It looked like we would need them after all, crazy.

Orson explained to Tara how he was living a very comfortable life in the prison. He didn’t need his sentence reduced, he didn’t need any deals.

Once Orson left, Nate told Hardison and Eliot to put the squeeze on him and for Parker to case Blanchard’s office. Nate then turned to us, “Why don’t you two come with me. I’m about to become a really terrible lawyer. You can watch.” He then turned to exit the prison.

I waited for Tara to gather her things, walking alongside her, “Don’t worry, it’ll be fun.”

She gave me a skeptical look.

I reached my hand out to shake again, “I’m Y/n, Y/n Ford.”

She shook it cautiously this time, “Daughter?”

I shook my head, “Niece, but he raised me after my parents passed.” She let out a quiet, ‘ah,’ but before she could provide condolences as I could see she was about to, I spoke again. “So, I have to deal with his bullshit all the time, trust me, you’ll enjoy yourself at least a little bit.”

The three of us headed over to the courthouse after Nate changed into an… interesting suit to say the least. It was a three piece suit, everything was powder blue except for his tie, which was orange. It was clear–he was there to make a statement.

“Look, Blanchard’s here at the same time as you are. That’s a coincidence,” Tara said excitedly as she spotted Blanchard in the hallway.

“No, it’s not,” Nate said, “we hacked into his online appointment schedule.” He quickly corrected himself, “I mean, yes, what a coincidence.” He waved a hand at us, “why don’t you wait for me outside?”

“What are you going to do?” Tara asked.

Nate stumbled over his words trying to say what he was doing somewhat discreetly, “uh, make an appointment with… You’ll see.” Nate then walked ahead of us, past Blanchard, to a judge’s door.

I stepped slightly in front of Tara, facing her as if to have a conversation, “You can watch over my shoulder, make it a bit less suspicious.”

She nodded, tilting her head curiously as she did as I told her. I in turn listened as Nate knocked on the door.

“Hi there. Listen, Jimmy Popodokolos, Las Vegas, attorney at law. I’m here to talk to the judge about the Kimball probate hearing.” He then obnoxiously kept throwing in filler words and “very important”s as the secretary tried to put him down for an appointment.

“Oh, can you see Blanchard? He must be peeved,” I asked Tara.

She hesitated, “Well, he’s facing away from me…”

“Come on, you’re a lawyer, don’t you know body language?” I didn’t wait for her answer before stretching a bit, peeking towards Blanchard in the process. “Yeah, he looks tense, this’ll be good.”

Once Nate was done talking to the judge he came walking back towards us. Tara and I quickly fell into step with him as we exited the court house.

“I think we should go back to the prison, something tells me Orson is gonna talk to us,” Nate said, stepping into the car.

I laughed to myself a bit, knowing that Eliot and Hardison must have been successful in scaring the crap out of him. They were posing as guards within the prison and were stirring up trouble for Orson. The very real threat of getting him transferred to maximum security prison was looming over his head.

Tara was confused, but Nate refused to elaborate.

“Who are you guys? Feds, playing hardball?” Orson asked once Tara picked up the phone again.

“I’m sorry, what are you…?” she said.

“Listen, the payment to Lamond Holdings was made to someone named George Gilbert.”

“Who is George Gilbert?”

“I don’t know. Blanchard said to keep it to ourselves because the mob was involved. That’s all I know, I swear. I don’t want to die in a prison riot. Please, call off your dogs.” The guard then came and told him that time was up, so he left the visiting area.

“Alright, so Blanchard paid the mob $50,000 to kill someone named George Gilbert for Kimball,” Nate said. “Well, this should be an interesting meeting.” Nate then swiftly exited the room, Tara and I close behind. She was substantially more confused than before.

Nate went to meet with Blanchard with this new found information to try and blackmail him a bit and buy enough time for Parker to break into Blanchard’s safe in his office. I went back to my apartment and changed into some comfier clothes and made myself a snack. I should have been excited to have another “outsider” around, to be able to share what I’ve discovered with someone else. But for some reason, it made me a bit anxious hanging around her. Like something wasn’t right. I tried to shake it off, it wouldn’t be the first time anxiety built up for no reason. Having a minute to myself in my apartment helped, I was able to decompress away from people for a little while.

That was until Eliot knocked. When I opened my door, I didn’t fail to catch the quick look over he did and the slight tilt of his head. I took a second myself to admire how the long sleeves of his white undershirt were pushed up to his elbows before locking my eyes with his.

“We need you over here again. There’s been a change of plans,” he stepped away from the door, letting me step out after him.

I rolled my eyes as I pulled the door shut behind me, “when isn’t there.”

“Touche.”

Eliot gave me a quick run down as we crossed the hall and entered Nate’s apartment. It wasn’t a mob hit that Blanchard paid for. It was a stripper, a pay off to make her disappear. Nate then claimed that Parker was Kimball’s child from that stripper.

Parker was complaining when we sat down that she was one digit away from cracking the safe.

“Yeah, no. This is much, much better than the safe,” Nate assured.

“I got everything on Georgia Gilbert, and I mean everything,” Hardison said. He relayed her birthdate, education, medical tidbits, including that she was colorblind, and even her shoe and dress size, heaven forbid. “And how in the world did you know that she was pregnant?”

“Wait, she was pregnant?” Parker asked.

“Yeah, gave the baby up for adoption.”

“What happened to Georgia?”

“She died in 1985. Cancer.”

My face scrunched up in sympathy. That must have been rough.

“Tough draw,” Eliot said.

“Well, it wasn’t really a guess,” Nate said, bringing us back to Hardison’s question. “I mean, for decades Kimball, he had a lot of women on the side, avoided a lot of scandal, right? So what made him decide to marry Georgia Gilbert over all those women?”

“Blanchard paid her off and Kimball thought she ran out on him,” Eliot said.

“Now, how did you know that baby was a girl?” Hardison asked.

“Oh, oh yeah… That- that was a guess,” Nate admitted.

Eliot and I chuckled a bit. The luck of this man…

“But, that’s a fifty-fifty deal.”

“Why don’t we find the real daughter?” I asked.

“Adoption records are sealed, paper only,” Hardison replied. “I have a reference number, but nobody can see inside. All this is good, until Blanchard wants a DNA test. I gotta say, even with my bag of tricks, I can’t rewrite Parker’s genetic code.”

“That’s quitter talk,” I said simply.

“You know what-”

“Yeah, so we just have to convince him that asking for DNA is the worst possible choice he can make,” Nate said, cutting Hardison from a retort.

“How do we do that?” Eliot asked.

“We don’t.”

Nate briefed Tara of the plan. She was to go to a meeting with Blanchard and do some reverse psychology to get him to not want a DNA test. With Hardison attaching one of Parker’s aliases to the adoption reference number, it made it look like Parker was the missing daughter. It sounded like it was pretty successful, but only time would ultimately tell.

It didn’t take long for Blanchard’s assistant to call, setting up a meeting with Nate and Parker. While it seemed like good news, I’ve been learning not to celebrate until we were truly home free.

I decided to go to the hearing both to show some moral support and just in case something went awry. I had an earbud in, listening to how the meeting was going to go on the riverfront. Eliot went along as well, just in case. It was a good thing, because not long after they arrived, I heard gunshots.

“Nate?!” I tried to whisper. Luckily the hearing hadn’t started yet, so others were chatting, but Tara heard and looked towards me with a worried expression. I waved her off, quickly and quietly exiting the courtroom. “Eliot, what’s going on?”

“Well, he was convinced alright,” Parker answered instead after the fighting noises stopped. “Good plan.”

“No, no, no, this is good,” Nate panted. “Because, I mean, you know, we get you to the hearing, he’ll cut us a check in the hallway just to keep you from getting in front of that judge. Just make sure that Parker gets to that hearing. No matter what.”

I started pacing the hallway. This wasn’t good, but hopefully salvageable.

“Hardison, give me some good news,” Nate asked after a little while.

“Oh, I’ve got some great news for ya,” he answered, somewhat sarcastically. “They just put an APB on Parker. It says she’s a late 20s Caucasian woman who shot an officer. She’s an addict and she’s armed. Trifecta.”

“Hardison, how good’s the description of her?” Eliot asked, but Hardison didn’t have to answer as I heard sirens coming through from his end.

“Pretty good,” Parker answered.

I listened to the background noises of them running and then eventually Nate took a call from Blanchard. Once he hung up he addressed us.

“Hardison, y/n, Blanchard’s headed to the courthouse. You’ve gotta delay him. Buy us some time.”

“How do you expect us to do that?” Hardison asked.

“I don’t know, use your imagination.”

“Just use my imagination…” Hardison said to himself before trailing off.

“Do you want me up there in the foyer, Hardison? Or should I stay back here, behind the security check?” I asked him. I was fumbling over what I could do to keep him from getting here.

“Uh,” He said, it sounded like he was rummaging through his pockets, “No, I think I have an idea to keep him here at the security check for a while. Stay back there to run last minute interference if necessary.”

I sighed shakily, “Okay… okay okay.”

He started talking with people in the lobby, asking for things to help, I assumed. I looked around, trying to think about what I could do to slow Blanchard down once he got here. What would Sophie do? Think of the classic tricks, the plausible movie tropes. My eyes flicked around the corridor, catching benches and people milling around. Then someone walked by with a coffee cup.

That might work.

I was impressed with how long Hardison held Blanchard up at the security check, but it wasn’t long enough, Nate was still running behind. To top it off, Parker couldn’t find a way into the courthouse since every entrance was covered by police. I didn’t manage to find any coffee, but I did find a cup and water, so it would have to do. I poured some on the ground a little ways from the courtroom, to have a little more space. I had the rest of the water in the cup, ready for some oscar worthy performances.

I watched as Blanchard turned the corner. I hyped myself up a bit, I had rough housed a little in college, played a pick up game every once in a while. I could do this. I timed it so I slipped on the water one step in front of him as I crossed the hall, not giving him time to avoid me. As I fell I took his legs out from under him and spilled the rest of my water for good measure. Unfortunately I fell a bit wrong and he fell on top of me, not quick enough to catch himself.

“Aw, shit,” I whispered to myself. That hurt. I vaguely heard Nate talking to everyone else, giving orders to tweak the plan again, but I wasn’t listening. A crowd had gathered around, helping Blanchard and I up.

He quickly apologized, but excused himself. He tried to run, but the water made the floor slippery, which significantly slowed his progress. I wanted to smile at the little victory, but I was soaking wet and my body was aching, so I just gently shook myself off before slowly following him.

I sat down next to Hardison in the back of the courtroom once I got there and he gave me tentative knuckles. I touched my fist to his with a sigh, “that went better in my head.”

“Well, you bought some time, so…” he shook his head a bit, “but maybe don’t hurt yourself next time.”

“Noted.”

Nate loudly entered the courtroom as Tara was questioning our client on the stand. After introducing himself, the judge demanded that Nate represent the missing heir immediately. Nate took a moment to gather his things and thoughts, which the judge allowed. I heard Tara scold him a bit for posing as a lawyer through his comms.

“Well, stick around. I’m about to practice medicine, too,” he retorted back softly.

I turned to Hardison, “oh, this’ll be good.” To which he nodded.

“Uh, Your Honor, I’d like to offer into evidence these documents showing a payment that Mr. Blanchard made to a Georgia Gilbert, a woman I contend bore Mr. Kimball’s child,” Nate said.

“Yes, Your Honor,” Blanchard interrupted, “Mr. Popodoklips-”

“It’s Popodokolos.”

“Pokadolokisp… Pop… Popa-”

“Popodokolos.”

“This man!” Blanchard said louder, “spun these fairy tales in my office. It’s a shakedown from a disbarred-”

“Suspended!”

“Ambulance chaser from Las Vegas!” He shouted. “And he says that he found Bennett Kimball’s daughter. So I only have one question for him,” he said much calmer. “Where is she?”

Everyone stared at each other for a moment before Nate replied, “I could produce her, Your Honor, if you just allow me to ask the witness one question. One question to the witness.”

The judge nodded, “Please.”

Nate then walked up to our client, “Miss Walton. What… color… is my tie?”

She hesitated, “I don’t know. I’m color blind.”

Nate went on to explain to the judge, and everyone else in the room, that both Bennett Kimball and Georgia Gilbert were color blind. It was extremely rare for a woman to be color blind, both parents would have to be color blind for her to have it.

“Wait…” Ruth said from the witness stand, “Are you saying that I’m Bennett Kimball’s daughter?”

“It’s no coincidence, is it, that you started a program helping foster kids get adopted?” Nate asked her. “No coincidence, is it Miss Walton?”

“No, I was adopted myself.”

“Yes, in 1982,” Nate said. “You were two years old. The state of Nevada.”

“Yes,” she said in disbelief.

“Now the last time you saw Bennett Kimball, he called you by a different name, didn’t he? What was it?” He asked, but she didn’t answer. “Gigi? Georgia Gilbert. Gigi.”

She nodded imperceptibly on the stand.

“That’s who he was looking at when he saw you that day. Your birth mother, the woman he loved and lost in 1980.” This whole time he was speaking just to Ruth it seemed, but he then addressed the judge, “Your Honor, Bennett Kimball didn’t call Miss Walton here out of the blue to donate money to her charity. He searched for her. He searched for his daughter.”

“I move to strike Mr. Popodokos’s evidence from the record based on the fact that I haven’t been able to get adequate time to review these outlandish claims and prepare a proper response,” Blanchard said almost desperately.

“Popodokolos,” Nate corrected again.

“Popodokolos!” He nearly screamed.

“I agree, Your Honor,” Tara said, standing elegantly. “And I would also like to add a motion to compel a DNA test to put to rest any doubt that my client is Mr. Kimball’s daughter. The truth will win out.”

“Motion granted,” the judge said. “When we get the results, I expect I will be awarding Miss Walton the Kimball estate. We’re adjourned.”

Blanchard wasn’t too happy with that outcome. He got even more upset once he was arrested as a result of the dirty files Parker handed over to the authorities from Blanchard’s office. He was screaming insults and suspicions that Nate wasn’t a lawyer as he was dragged out of the courtroom.

“So,” Nate said to Tara, “do you still think law is, you know, the only pathway to justice?”

“Now more than ever,” she replied. “I like to think that you learned something from me today.”

She then left the courtroom with a pep in her step. We all filed out after her, heading back to the pub.

We met up with Ruth, giving the bit of closure we could when Nate asked her where her lawyer, Tara, was.

“My lawyer? I never met her before this week,” she replied confused. “She told me she was with you.”

We all shared a look. We quickly said our goodbyes to Ruth, wishing good luck, before heading up to Nate’s apartment. Once we entered, it wasn’t hard to spot Tara sitting in the middle of the room. She was wearing more comfortable and revealing clothes compared to her lawyer outfit. She also wore darker makeup and had her hair down.

“Took you long enough,” she said, much more relaxed than before as well. She waved an envelope in her hand.

Eliot stepped in front of us, “Who are you?”

“Tara Cole,” she replied easily. “I’m a friend of Sophie’s.” She handed the envelope to Nate, “She said you were short handed, asked me to help. It’s in there.”

Eliot stood intimidatingly close to her, arms crossed. Parker looked her up and down evaluating.

“So you help out by lying to us,” Hardison accused.

“I wanted to see how good you really are,” she answered simply. “And show you how good I am. Consider it my audition.”

I stood back a bit, giving some space, “well, I’m never ignoring that gut feeling again.” I said, somewhat to myself, but I didn’t mind if anyone heard. Tara tilted her head and raised an eyebrow at me in response.

“I bet you’re not even a lawyer,” Parker said, a bit of disgust in her voice.

“Awe, Sophie was right. You are adorable.”

“Excuse me?”

Eliot, Hardison, and I stepped in a bit there, trying to defuse the situation that would surely lead to Parker starting a fight. It stayed at a bit of arguing before Nate caught our attention.

“She’s right. Sophie did send her.” Nate looked back at the letter, “And, uh, Sophie asked us to give Tara here a shot.” Nate handed the letter to Hardison to read to confirm. “Well played. Welcome aboard.”

“Thanks,” Tara said, shaking Nate’s hand. She then started for the door.

“Whoa whoa. Hold up,” Hardison said, stopping her. “What is this?” He held out another paper.

“Oh, that’s my invoice,” She said. “For my cut of the inheritance.” We all stared at her for a moment. “Hey, I’m not a candy striper. This is my job.”

We turned to Nate and he gave a single, slow nod.

“There, see? We’re getting paid already. It’s gonna be fun.” She then made her exit.

I sighed after a moment, “well, I say we sleep on it. Not worry about it tonight.” I stretched a bit, a groan leaving my lips when a bruise protested.

They all hummed in agreement, dispersing themselves and the tense energy around us, just a little bit.

Eliot stepped up beside me, “How’re you feeling? I heard you took a tumble, just tackled Blanchard to the ground.”

I chuckled a bit, “Something like that. I’m okay, nothing like what you do, but I’m definitely gonna be finding bruises.”

He shook his head, “yeah, but you’re not used to it like I am.”

“True.” We headed to the door, Eliot walking me across the hall.

“Take a warm bath, epsom salts help the aches,” he said once I opened up my apartment.

I looked up at him, his eyes were shifting around my face, as if looking me over. If I didn’t know him, I would have said he was nervous. “Thanks, I’ll do that.”

He nodded and then turned and started down the exit stairs supposedly going home as I shut my apartment door softly.

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Can't Get Over You

Chapter Seven

Triplet Kylo x Reader

Triplet Ben x Reader

Summary: Matt puts things into perspective

Warnings: A little angst but not much

It was freezing out, but it wasn't snowing. Through the semi darkness you could see the holiday lights on the houses more clearly. The quiet neighborhood was somewhat anerving. You tried to shake the growing need to scream. You were at the end of the block when you heard someone running up behind you. You didn't bother to turn around or slow your pace.He wasn't quite at your side, but he was following close behind.

You could hear him trying to catch his breath. Kylo was not easily winded. You stopped under a street light and couldn't hide your surprise at the sight of the tall blonde man.

"So that was...awkward." Matt commented once he was breathing more evenly.

"Which part was your favorite?" You kicked a pebble out of your path. "The part where I revealed what a shitty girlfriend I was to Ben in front of everyone or the part where Kylo abandoned me?"

"Uhmm..."

"I'm kidding, Matt." You sighed dejected.

"Oh."

You passed a house with a couple of pine trees in the yard. They were decorated with white lights and red plastic ornaments. It did not fill you with cheer. Some things never changed.You didn't know why you bothered to believe this year would be any different from last year. To you, December was a drain on everything from money to energy.

You felt the temperature drop. The air was frostier than it had been a few minutes ago. You kept walking.

"He-he didn't abandon you, you know?" Matt said suddenly.

"Sure felt like it." You scoffed.

"Kylo's hurt and confused, but-"

"So Ben hurts him and I get the backlash? How is that fair?"

Matt pushed his glasses up his nose.

"You both hurt him."

Your brow furrowed.

"How did I hurt him?"

Matt stopped walking and you followed suit. You gazed up into his tawny eyes.

"When Ben said he loved you, not only did you not reject him, you also made more drama."

You winced, remembering yourself grand standing.

"While you've been with Kylo, your dynamic with Ben hasn't changed. You still react the same way you did when the two of you were together. I don't think Kylo realized it before tonight."

You bowed your head.

"Ben knows exactly what to say to piss me off. He knows how to hurt me in a way I can't seem to ignore."

Matt didn't seem convinced.

"What would you do, if someone knew all of your insecurities and used them against you? Would you be able to just ignore it?"

Matt's lopsided grin disarmed you.

"I've had to deal with Ben my whole life. He usually lashes out when he's feeling insecure. Keeping that in mind helps."

You nodded.

"It still gets to me sometimes, but not nearly as often as it used to."

He turned back toward the direction you had come from.

"It's getting really cold. We should get back."

Your walk back was quiet, but you didn't mind this time. You had much to think about. When you arrived, you found the family playing a game of charades in the living room, but for two exceptions. Neither Kylo nor Ben were present. You smiled politely at them, but headed straight for the stairway.

Kylo was not in his room. You felt a sense of urgency to do something toward remedying the situation however and ended up standing outside Ben's door.

Minutes passed as you tried to gather your thoughts. They would not be gathered. Ben was unpredictable to you. You had no way of knowing how he would take anything you said.

You knocked on the door. You didn't want to lose your nerve.

"What?" Ben called.

You twisted the door knob and let yourself in.

"Ugh it's you. Haven't you done enough?" His tone was sullen. He lay a top the covers on his bed.

"About that...I'm sorry. I shouldn't have reacted the way I did. Especially not in front of your family."

"You did what you always do. I'm not gonna accept an apology for something you're gonna do again."

You sat down at the foot of the bed.

"I understand why you would think so, but I want to try not to fight with you. I want to try to be more patient and understanding."

"Seriously?"

You nodded.

"I meant what I said at dinner. I'm still in love with you." He peered at you, trying to read your face.

"I know," You swallowed nervously, "but I'm with Kylo. I love him and that's not going to change. No matter how badly you might want it to."

"I get that, but you still have feelings for me."

You shook your head, a denial.

He sat and came up next to you.

You looked into his cocoa colored eyes.

His long fingers, tilted your chin. He got so close you could feel his breath on your face.

Your lips met. They had so many times in the past, but never so tenderly. Your eyes drifted shut.His dry lips melded to fit yours. The kiss was sweet, heartfelt. Your lips moved along his, but you soon broke the kiss.

"What I feel for you, it can't be love. Who ever heard of loving two people at once?"

"Poe, Rey, and Finn seem to be doing it just fine." He gazed into your eyes and you could see hope in their depths.

"Kylo would never go for a thing like that." You maintained.

"Actually," Kylo said from the doorway, "If we lay down some ground rules, I think it could work."

Your mouth popped open.

"Like?" Ben asked eagerly.

"Like, splitting our time evenly and respecting each other's time with Y/n. Like, not getting territorial and jealous when we see her with each other for example."

Ben scratched at the back of his head.

"I can work on that."

"What about, taking personal responsibility for our needs?" You proposed.

Kylo nodded.

"I can agree to that."

"It's a start." Ben beamed.

"It's a start." You agreed, taking Ben's hand.

Though you apologized to the Organa-Solo family, you had left the explanation of your new relationship to Kylo and Ben. Your trip went more smoothly after that.

#triplet!kylo x reader #triplet!ben x reader #solo triplets x reader #Solo triplets #Ben Solo x Reader #Kylo x Reader

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direnightshade · 4 years

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Girll that CEO Ben hc killed me, can you give us fluffy hcs with him?

If there’s one thing and one thing only that Ben loves about being at work, it’s when you swing on by to surprise him and bring lunch. It doesn’t matter if he’s got meetings or calls schedules, he drops everything and blocks his calendar out for the hour while you spend time with him in his office, the two of you laughing and chatting over whatever your meal of choice is for the day.

On the particularly difficult days where everything seems to be going wrong, he’ll ask that you stay with him for a while following lunch. You oblige, of course, and more often than not you’ll find yourself perched up on his lap, head on his shoulder while he pushes through his teleconferences and other mundane tasks.

It’s in those moments that he’ll ask for your opinion on things, wanting your approval as to whether you think he’s making the right choices for the betterment of the company and its employees. Sometimes you’ll throw in the odd joke at the expense of whomever he’s on the call with, and he’s thankful that he’s had the wherewithal to mute the line, his hearty laughter following immediately after your quips.

It doesn’t matter if you’ve spent all day with him or haven’t seen him since he’d left the bed in the early hours of the morning, he always wraps his arms around you the moment he steps through the door when he gets home. He’ll ask about your day, wants to hear all about it regardless if you’ve spent it with him or not. He just loves hearing you talk; loves everything about you.

#Ask #Anon #Ben Solo #Ben #triplet!Ben #Ben x Reader #Ben Solo x Reader #triplet!Ben x Reader #Ben Solo HC #Ben Solo Headcanons #triplet!Ben HC #triplet!Ben Headcanons

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cas-backwards-tie · 4 years

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Fairytale Mess

Request: something along the lines of a ben fic where she and ben fuck while they’re drunk.

Words: 1,987

Warnings: Smut, dub-con: they’re both drunk.

A/N: So I know this wasn’t specifically to me, but seeing it in the kylo ren x reader tags I thought I could maybe hop on and help you out, @mallowmikaela . I also am just thinking this of a modern ben solo au, or a triplet!ben au, so I hope that’s okay.

It started out as a friendly offer: spend the night at my place, it’s closer, safe, and you’re always welcome in our guest room. Being friends with Ben and his brothers for a few years, you knew it was true. With the party practically having been on the other side of town from where you live and only a few good blocks from the Solos’ penthouse, you agreed with him.

Riding up the elevator with him, both of you pretty drunk, though still conscious, you eye him from the opposite side of the metal box. That repetitive popular Coldplay or Chainsmokers song, you can’t remember the name, plays quietly through the speakers; the carefree and fun vibe from the party never left you as you’d both been joking and playing on your way home.

You can see he’s eyeing you too, both of you sneaking glances at the other. Your hand rests on your other arm as you sway a little back and forth with the music. Ben chuckles as he sees this, the corners of his lip folding in that way it does when he truly smiles. “I don’t know how you’re still dancing,” he says jokingly, reaching out to place one of his large hands on your waist as he begins to sway and bob his head to the music, dancing with you.

“I don’t know how you’re still dancing,” you bite back, causing Ben to squeeze your side playfully as the both of you laugh. The elevator ride is short, all in all, and as he guides you out of it, his hand slides up to your shoulder, never leaving your body. Silence engulfs the hallway and as you follow the red pathed carpet down to his home, you both know you need to be quiet out of respect for the other people in the building.

“I’m still wide awake, darling! Still up for fun,” he clearly didn’t get the memo. Ben’s voice is loud and cheerful as he makes a few woop woop noises. Another wave of laughter engulfs you, your stomach beginning to hurt. You don’t know when the last time you’ve had this much fun has been, but you don’t want to stop.

Although you’d been hesitant toward his touch at the beginning of the night, the drunker you got, the more open to it you’d become. Ben’s never been one for boundaries, really, and touch is probably his love language if you were to guess. He’s always been attractive in your eyes, but with the way he seems to get a joy out of running through women the way the coyote and roadrunner run through pranks has always rubbed you the wrong way.

“One room for the lady,” he jokingly says in an English accent as he opens the door and gestures for you to enter. Plopping down on the bed, you kick off your nice shoes and look up at him as he leans against the doorframe. “Are you good?” He asks in a caring way, watching as you stare blankly at him in almost a star-struck kind of way, your mind hazy with the drinks you’d had.

“Mhm,” you hum in reassurance, nodding your head. A tired sigh passes through your lips and you let your upper body flop back against the bed. “I don’t have anything to wear,” you state blandly despite the realization that you’ll have to sleep in your partying clothes.

“I’ll get you something.” There’s the sound of his boots padding toward where you know his room is, followed by the familiar sound of the door opening and shutting. More shuffling ensues but your mind focuses on the pleasant feeling inside you, the excitement and joyous feeling of the evening still floating in your heart. After a few minutes Ben returns and prods your hand open to place, what you assume is, one of his t-shirts into your palm. “Don’t say I never did nothin’-” his words come out a little slowly as he, too, seems tired. “Now are you good?”

The blank look on his face makes you laugh, which in turn makes him laugh. “But, seriously, are you good?” He asks again, making you pout. On one hand, you don’t want this night to end, and on the other you’re so tired you don’t even know what you’d do if you stayed up. “What?”

“Don’t leave,” you whisper, your hand outstretched in an attempt to capture him in your grasp, which he lets happen. Pulling Ben onto the bed, you scoot up it a few inches before you lay on your side to face him. “I feel like this always happens, Ben… and I hate it!”

“What always happens?” He asks, mind too hazy and intrigued to try and skip out on a conversation that usually might seem too daunting or emotional to him. With a yawn, he flicks his hair out of his eyes as he looks up at you, Ben fully lying down on the guest bed.

“We always hang out and have this… great time, and then we just end up ignoring each other the next day and then week and then weeks and then finally when we’re both in a low point, we just… do this. We get close for one night and then we drift apart again… and I’m tired of it.”

Both of you sit in silence, your statement hanging in the air over everyone’s heads as it sinks in. Of course Ben might take things a different way if he were sober, but right now… in this closeness to you, he doesn’t. “You want to get close?”

“Yes,” you answer quietly, both your voices so quiet compared to the traffic outside. Unconsciously licking your lips, Ben watches. Truthfully, he’d never admit it, but maybe he knew what you meant… maybe he knew what you really meant, but that wouldn’t stop him from doing what he did next.

Ben leans in for a passionate kiss. His hands tangle in your hair as his lips press a bit too harshly to yours. You hadn’t been expecting it, but on some hand you’re also unsurprised. The playboy strikes again. After a moment you part from the kiss, needing to breathe. Your lips lie inches away from one another, and yet you both pause in the dim light streaming in from the hallway. His hot breath fans across your lips, and as you look into his honey-brown eyes, all you see is care.... Care, kindness, and genuine passion. For a second you don’t believe it, you don’t believe you’re one of those girls who falls for assholes, who sleeps with a player, who has ‘one-night’ stands. But you’d be wrong. “Kiss me again.”

Before you know it, he’s pulled you on top of him, your hair hanging around your head and your body weighing heavily on his waist. The warm and wet feeling of your lips kissing feels nice and reassuring, like maybe… maybe this is what you needed, maybe this is what you wanted all along. Of course your mind might say differently, but with the feeling of his length hardening underneath you, and the way he rolls his hips up against you make it hard to think.

“Mmm, you’re so hot,” he murmurs as his hands slide down from your waist to your ass, cupping your cheeks for a moment before they move to shove your jacket off your shoulders. The faint throbbing of your core urges you to grind down against him, eliciting a quiet groan as Ben’s hands run underneath your top to slide it off.

The foreplay is lacking, but you’re more than wet enough by the time you’re both finally undressed. After all, it took a bit of fumbling with both of you in a similar state of mind. Ben rolls the both of you over and pins you down underneath him. As he plants kisses up the column of your neck, he whispers, “I never thought I’d,” his hot breath fans over your neck, “get the chance to have you like this.”

His stiff cock slides through your folds, covering him in your wetness. You could’ve never imagined how raw and real this would feel. Part of you even has to wonder if Ben is this intimate and gentle with all the girls he’s with. The slow rocking of the both of your hips against one another, the wet and sticky feeling of your hot bare sexes pressed against one another is lewd in an entire other way.

“Me neither,” you whisper, watching as he sits back for a moment to line himself up at your entrance. “But I want this… I want you.” The confession makes you feel free in a way you haven’t felt in ages. It’s something you hadn’t realized was weighing on you until this very moment, that is until Ben laughs.

“I want you too, I always have,” he responds, making you laugh as you loosely wrap your arms around the back of his neck. “Are you ready?” He asks, giving you a serious look as he knows he’s quite big, probably bigger than any guy you’ve ever been with before.

“Fuck me, Ben.”

With the thrust of his hips he begins to enter you; taking things slow and steady, he places his hands on your hips. Although he tries to be gentle, Ben’s not one known for patience. Dragging his length back out of you until just the tip is in, he thrusts it back in. He isn’t going to be slow, and you don’t want him to be. The stretch and full feeling he gives makes you moan. Ben doesn’t hold back as he starts to fuck you, his body caging you against the bed with how big his stature is. Sweat begins to form on your back and you find yourself captured by Ben’s eyes.

Your breathing gets heavier and you move your hands to wrap around the back of his shoulders from underneath his body. Grunts and moans escape the both of you and the force of his thrusts increases. The slick slip and slide of him pumping in and out of you over and over causes an invisible coil to begin to wind up inside of you. It begins to build and build and you find your nails digging into his shoulders, bound to leave a few scratches here and there.

Ben leaves a few wet sloppy kisses on your throat, the lewd sound of your skin slapping echoing in the small room. Both of you breathe hard and fast, Ben reaching around to bring your leg up around his body, the angle making you cry out with pleasure as he hits a deeper spot inside you. It feels so good; it draws out moan after moan as he brushes against that sweet spot tucked away inside you. Your name falls off his lips repeatedly, like some sort of foreign prayer you haven’t heard. As his thrusts get sloppier, you know he’s about to fall over the same edge as you.

It was unexpected at first, but completely welcome as Ben reaches down between you to circle your clit. Making mindless patterns with his thumb, he brings you to that precipice, the last few hard thrusts from him sending you over it with a silent cry. His body shudders as his breathing stops for a moment, his length twitching and pulsing as his seed fills you to the brim, some of it dripping down your body.

#ben solo x reader #modern!au #triplet!ben solo x reader #triplet!ben x reader #solo triplets #triplet au #solo triplets au #modern!ben solo x reader #au #smut #ben solo x reader smut #triplet!ben solo x reader smut

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solo-trio · 7 years

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High Significance (Pt. 1)

Summary: After meeting the Solo triplets, you dialed down on your habit a great deal. What will they think of you when they catch you mid-puff ?

Pairings- Solo triplets x Reader

Words- 2.4K

Warnings- Marijuana use, Marijuana mention, Slight suggestive themes

A/N: My Laptop was in the shop so I haven’t been able to post new works, but I’ve had this idea for awhile and I’m excited for our triplets to break a few rules. Enjoy! Don’t forget to send in any requests you may think of !

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You’d really dialed down on your habit after meeting the Solo triplets. Smoking weed used to be a four or five time a week activity for you. Nothing ended a great day like sitting down with your best friend,smoking a bowl, listening to music,and relaxing in comfy clothes on your plush couch. Food tasted better, jokes came across funnier, and every new strain you tried held a mysterious unique effect the both of you uncovered together.

The boys had sauntered into your life unexpectedly, giving you no time to notice your steady dialing back. You never consciously made the decision to quit, but as you spent more time getting to know each of them and going on amazing dates, you had less time and less money to spend on your extracurricular activity. Kylo, Ben, and Matt had been the best things to happen to you and you never once expected that smoking would be present in the experimental relationship you found with the three of them. Not one of them had ever brought up doing anything worse than getting drunk on whatever alcohol was the flavor of the evening. You never pushed it, being more than happy to just use alcohol as a means for fun. You’d always prefer staying up late texting Kylo or being able to go for jog with Ben than lighting a blunt and eventually passing out. The change was even less noticeable while you still hung out with your best friend, finding new hidden spots around town to explore.

Every so often though, you itched for a bowl though, to just be a little bad. You had always had a fascination with watching the smoke, as if your secrets were ghosts escaping from the portal that was your lips, dissipating into the air and no longer haunting you. You would go onto your balcony while your partners were at work or fast asleep to get just the right level of high and stare at the grey smoke as it rolled through the air and bent the moonlight making shadowy figures of its own on the ground. You disposed of any evidence thoroughly and quickly. It wasn’t a part of who you were anymore but the small instances when you could indulge yourself brought an extra glimmer of peace to your mind that you could never abandon fully.

This specific day, for a reason you couldn’t decipher, all your mind could relish was the memory of your chest warming, your mind numbing, and the hope of feeling it again. It had been quite awhile since the last time you took time to yourself to breathe in the THC. Your eyes had been peering towards your dresser drawer more frequently. To icing the cake, work had progressed less than perfect. You’d been out of it and spent most of the day performing errands and completing busy work. A bowl sounded heavenly at this moment.

Standing in your kitchen, the clock read 3:15, only a minute had passed since you had last checked the time. You fidgeted with you hair and nails as you tried to subdue the want. The stress of fighting with yourself only added to the pressure that was driving you toward the drawer. You weighed out if doing it was worth going behind their backs again. You hated not telling them, but what would you say? “I don’t know if you guys are cool with weed but I smoke it once every three months” You chuckled out loud imagining your confession. Once every three months wasn’t even a statistic worth mentioning. You’d just get funny looks and a whole flurry of unnecessary questions. Other than relying on the substance, you tried some other activities you usually found soothing. After a chapter of a new book and an episode of Daredevil, you still found yourself yearning to create new smoke swirls. You dragged your feet to the kitchen and filled a glass halfway with water. Your fingernails were demolished from anxious biting and you had to busy your hands. As the water swirled in your mouth, you felt dissatisfied, knowing if you were high it would be a more vibrant sensation. Your eyes were pulled to the stove yet again as you downed the drink. 4:30, it read. It was now or never. You were aware this might be a close call but you resolved yourself to packing a small bowl before the boys came home. This constant internal fight wasn’t worth it. You dug in your closest, finding your stash. You felt the muscles in your shoulders cease their clenching as you rolled the sticky herb between your fingers. Your bowl was perfectly sized and, despite that, you packed it looser than usual. You figured it would take less time to burn through in that state. After you set what was ready to go on the nightstand, you changed. Any experience was better if you were comfortable. You perused Kylo’s closet. The tallest siblings shirts were the best dresses on you. You came across a hanging garment that had inspired a rather pleasurable night with your brooding boyfriend. The look on his face as you sauntered out in it was truly a rare sight that had you smiling fondly as you recalled it. You exchanged your professional work attire for that special T-shirt and panties underneath.

Sauntering to the balcony, you connected your phone to your Bluetooth speaker and played the hardcore songs you truly loved but tried to limit in the presence of your beaus. You danced around your smoke, waving your hands through it and trying different tricks playfully. Your lungs felt on fire every time you inhaled. You had made it a contest with yourself to see how much you could take before adding to the cloud developing on the balcony. You had burnt through most of your bowl when you went for one more puff, knowing you had to be pushing it close to when you significant others would stroll through the door expecting a kiss from their favorite companion. You were headbanging when you heard the door frame squeak and catch repeatedly on the bottom track behind you.

You spun around expecting a burglar, hoping for a burglar, over who really witnessed you, pipe in hand. Your sweet Matt’s eyes widened as he took in the scene before him. While your breath stuck from shock, the smoke charred your throat and you started hacking uncontrollably after lack of proper exhale. You paused the music and your coughs grew louder among the stillness of your neighborhood. Matt rushed to your hunched over frame. “Woah (y/n) are you ok,” he asked, worried at your side. He was the only one of the brothers you saw in the doorway until your choking on air caused the other two to rush up and also witness the scene. You reassured Matt that you were fine once your body allowed you to breath enough to speak. All three gazes burned far worse than your airways. “What are you doing out here?” Matt, no longer worried about your wellbeing, perused the table. You decided against responding. You expected to see disappointment as you peeked from the ground to look at your boyfriends. Matt’s eyes were filled with a sentiment opposite from the disappointment that you expected to face though. You recognized a look of curiosity in his warm chocolate irises. Looking next to Kylo, he embodied the worst possibility of reactions. With clenched fists, he stood waiting for an explanation but wouldn’t meet your eyes. The only thing that held his attention was the now extinguished substance filling the blue and green glass pipe. Ben was your last focus. His eyebrows were raised and a smirk played at his lips as he stepped out onto the balcony to join Matt and you.

“Why I do believe our precious girl is getting high.” His voice was light and teasing. You didn’t need to confirm his evaluation. He didn’t stop advancing until he was placed right in front of you with his finger under your chin, stretching your neck so you’d have to face him. “Who knew you were such a bad girl,” he purred. Feeling hazy wisps of your impending high lick at the edges of your conscious, you felt yourself seduced completely by his reaction. His intense energy made you feel as if you were the only two people that were there before Matt interjected.

“Wait...High like weed?” The blonde, again, only seemed to ask out of honest interest. Ben dropped his hand, annoyed by the interruption.

“Yes Matty like weed.” Ben rolled his eyes as if he was dealing with a child. While your charming triplet was occupied responding to Matt’s questions, all you could do was stare guiltily at Kylo as he seemed to grow angrier.

“What does it feel like?” Matt looked to you now to see if he could perceive any noticeable changes in your behavior or actions. Kylo finally blew.

“Who cares. It’s for wastes of space who do nothing to contribute to society and kill brain cells for fun,” He sternly said. The onsetting buzz you felt caused you to take his outburst straight to heart. You looked at the ground sadly as a your lips melted into a frown.

“Come on Kylo you know that’s not true. Lots of people do it,” Ben defended you. He pulled you close, his front pressed flush against back, and kissed your neck. Your brain took a bit to process the stimulation but you were grinning once again after you felt the comforting press of him at your side. After recapturing your interest, the flirt pecked your lips, and winked at you with a mischievous glint in his eyes.“Now I know you know how to shotgun princess.”You lit up at his wanting to join you.

“Ben you can’t be serious! I don’t know if you guys have forgotten but weed is illegal here! What if someone had found out and called the cops?” Kylo was now yelling, causing you to cringe into Ben as he put a protective arm around you. “It’s stupid and reckless. I can’t believe you’d hide something like this from us. Do you do any other drugs? What else have you lied about?” Kylo shot accusation after accusation at you. Being considerably high, paranoia started setting in. The other siblings did find interest in his last question and turned to you for answers. You were having trouble piecing together a response under pressure so you said whatever came to mind first, relying fully on your emotions.

“No-no I would never. I only smoke and I barely ever do it. Once in a long while. I didn’t tell you because It’s not even a part of my life. I never smoke when we’re together or I have anything planned. Please believe me,” you pleaded, aiming your response to Kylo. Ben and Matt sighed in relief hearing the sincerity of your tone. Matt rubbed your arm reassuringly as he was the first to respond.

“It’s ok (y/n) we all have different ways of relieving stress.” you sighed as you pulled the corners of your mouth up.

“Thank you Matt I truly never meant to hurt any of you.” you needed Kylo to see how remorseful you felt. Ben kissed the side of your head.

“You know you can tell us anything right? I’m a little disappointed you hid this but-“

“Ben please I’m so so-,“ you pleaded with him, praying he didn’t hate you.

“- but,” he put a finger to your lips to silence you, “I understand. It’s not even worth mentioning” He got to finish. You sighed in relief pulling both boys to your height so you had access to their cheeks where you wished to plant kisses of gratitude. You waited hopefully for a similar response from Kylo.

“Keep the shirt. The smells probably stuck in there.” He scoffed, turning to slam the sliding door shut behind him. You could feel guilt poison every atom in your being. Tears prickled your eyes as you lived out the worst experience of being high in history. Your emotions throughout the past moments had been a roller coaster of ups and downs. Your eyes stung with dryness and your body felt heavy from the prolonged weight on your feet.

Ben and Matt tried to comfort you, accommodating the state you were in. They had convinced you to let Kylo sleep on it and let him have some space. They joked with and teased you, helping to turn your mood around and have a little fun. Ben even smoked a little with you and you both taught Matt how to hit a pipe. For the whole remainder of your elated state however, your paranoia never fully disappeared. It beat you down, whispering how excited Kylo was to finally leave someone as pathetic as you and how everything you said had only made it worse, making him hate you more. You all three popped in a movie as Ben and you were feeling the standard effects. Languidly, you leaned into Ben and bit his neck before licking up the side of the now reddened skin. Your body felt warm and your mind worked wonderfully slow as you hoped to get Ben riled up enough to join you in bed. Thinking about Ben and seeing his smile helped your doubts. He chuckled before raising his brows surprisingly at the ministrations of your tongue. You noticed Matt had excused himself leaving only you two in the living room.

“Yes kitten?” Ben responded to the affection his neck was getting.

“I bet you’d feel so good against me right now,” you whispered breathily into his ear. His neck twisted towards you. His eyes now seemed glazed over as he let himself glance at the outline of your breasts against your shirt. Your breathing grew heavier as you straddled his hips and starting making out with him. Your tongue tried to feel out every inch of his mouth as his fought you for dominance. You lowered yourself to grind against his thigh, craving stimulation. His hands wandered all over your body. He eventually settled for gripping your waist tightly with one handing and grabbing a handful of your ass with the other. Ben groaned feeling you against him and lazily rolled his head back. You gripped his shoulders and kept relentlessly at his neck while he groped you and moved you grind against him fully. Your sturdy love then hooked his arms under your thighs and you giggled into his lips as you were hoisted up. Ben granted your every wish in bed, the high adding an exciting new dynamic and helping you avoid the situation you’d have to remedy in the morning.

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ungravity12 · 11 months

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My Roman Empire 🥹

#kylo ren x reader #kylo ren #kylo x rey #kylo fanfic #kylo x y/n #ben solo #star wars #matt the radar technician #humor #solo triplets x reader #fanfic #delulu #delusional #mentaly unstable #jedi #please like me

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babbushka · 4 years

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These Wounds Which Need Not Heal

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

A Vampire AU

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

Available on AO3!

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Rain, heavy and cold.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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He had said his name was Matthias.

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

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

He is lonely, Matthias.

They all are.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

At least, none that you saw.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Why had they warned you and you alone?

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

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

Pleasure.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

All there was to do now, is wait.

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

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

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

It does not take long to find out.

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

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

It is red.

It is blood.

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

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

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

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

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

Do you want to run?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You know what it is he’s asking.

What it is they’re all really asking.

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

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

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

They grin.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“She smells so good, Matt, I need – ”

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

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

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

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

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

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

You do feel it, when they begin to suck.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Nothing at all.

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

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

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

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Even Flow 1/2

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

Part two

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

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

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

“It’s not enough,” you whine.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I asked you a question.”

“Yes,” you whine. “I do.”

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

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

“Ah, ah.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You can take me, you always do.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Guys, please-”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What’re you doing?”

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

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

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

#how do i even tag this lol #solo triplets #kylo ren x reader #ben solo x reader #matt the radar technician x reader #idk what i'm doing with this I'M SORRY

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