#frat boy ben solo

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i like the way you kiss me

Reylo | Rated E | 1/5

A reylo frat friends with benefits (and feelings) AU

#reylo fanfic #reylo #rey #ben solo #kylo ren #rey x ben #frat boy #college au #frat boy ben solo

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In celebration of hiddenreylo's collection of "Frat Boy Ben Solo", I have created my new work "I Love You Too, Stupid". It is a fun, coming of age story but has a few triggering contexts and angst, so please mind the tags. Happy reading everyone at

Synopsis: Reylaine and Benjamin have known each other since forever, as little babies sleeping in their mothers' arms to elementary school. Starting out as inseparable best friends, the pressures of social cliques and opposite directions pull them apart as they navigate the choppy waters of high school and the daunting world of university. Despite all of these, they are unable to deny the line of attraction that exists between them, one that is strong and can't be broken. Here is a view of their love story as they mature through the years, take out your tissues but brace yourself too for the tummy-aching laughs that are sure to come in their small moments of immature follies!

#reylo #rey skywalker #ben solo #coming of age #frat boy ben solo #reylopromo #angst #mine

[maybe-your-left]

Bed Bug - Part 3 of 3

Summary: Kylo rolled off the edge of the bed, somehow landing on his feet with his hard dick still hanging out of his pants. You watched with your mouth opening and closing like a trout, and he turned to you. Making a mocking crying face, complete with fingers trailing his cheeks with tears, “Oh, you poor baby! Never had to wait for something in your life, come on. Let's get you dressed for class and then we will see if you get to cum today.” 

the lizard is a bearded dragon bby

Enjoy Part 1 and Part 2 before reading! along with my College Kylo Ren Masterlist

Come over. 

Who is this? 

🐸 

Okay? 

Come over. 

Wanna cuddle. 

Kylo? 

No its someone else. 

🐸 

How’d you get my number? 

I borrowed it. 

Picking u up. B ready. 

“Who the hell invited Kylo over? He just drove onto the grass again.” 

You groaned from your bunk bed, letting your phone fall on your freshly washed face. It was Monday evening, you had things to do tomorrow… these things didn’t include getting dicked down by the frat king. 

Even though you’d thought about it, after doing the walk of shame at the Sunday meeting yesterday. All the way back to your lonely table, while he high fived everyone he could touch on the way back. Explaining how you ‘choked on his dick like a champ’ to the brothers, Kuruk gave you a look you didn’t trust when he heard it. 

Bazine and Kaydel were dead silent on the way back, and you ran upstairs to your room with your tail between your legs. 

You didn’t do anything wrong! It was justified, there was nothing more to happen- 

“Don’t make me climb up there,” Kylos voice boomed through your inner monologue. 

You peered over the edge of your top bunk, looking down towards your door frame. Filled by his beastly body, dressed in maybe his version of pajamas? It was almost past nine-maybe he had a normal bedtime on weekdays? 

His plaid lounge pants looked comical on his long legs, Bazine pushed him into your room. Your dorm mate got out of her bottom bunk, mumbling something about getting a snack. 

Kylo watched her squeeze past him, before moving directly to the edge of your bed. His head clearing over the mattress as you were wedged between the ceiling and your covers. 

“Hi,” you whispered, smushing your face into your pillow. 

“Hi cutie,” his nose scrunched as he smiled, “I came over.” 

“I see that.” 

“I thought you were gonna come to my place first,” he sighed, gripping the metal frame with his large paws. You watched his fingers flex over the wimpy casing holding you in the air, he could probably rattle it free from its hinges if you upset him. 

Rolling carefully to your side, you reached a hand out to touch his hair. Clean, extra soft like a kitty cats tummy, he pressed his forehead into your palm. Sighing again, “Think I can fit up there?” 

“Nope.” 

He shrugged, “That’s too bad.” 

You were pushed rather violently to the back wall of your bed in a rush. The bed creaking loudly as he hoisted his body over the edge, squishing himself between the ceiling and your claustrophobic form. You pressed both hands on his chest, pushing hard, “Stop! What are you doing!? Its gonna collapse.” 

“Bummer,” he wiggled his shoulders, digging into your covers like an animal. “Then you’d have to come sleep at my place… don’t want that.” 

He groaned into your pillow, “Your shampoo smells so fucking good babe…” Taking another strong whiff, “We gotta get you some of that for my place.” 

“What are you talking about?” you slumped, defeated, into the crevice between your bunk and the wall. He had cocooned himself into the top layer of your duvet, chest down on the XL-twin mattress… 

“Shush-I’m tryna sleep like you normally do,” he growled, “It’s kinda nice? Like I'm on a cloud…” his hand darted out from the mass of blankets, latching to your waist and pulling you into the depths. 

“Give me a good night kiss.” 

You rolled your eyes, wrapping yourself in the covers as best as you could. Overheating already from the furnace his body heat made in your small sanctuary. You brought your cheek to his shoulder, burrowing into his nest, “Where’s your face?” 

“Right here,” his chin jutted forward. Lips pursed for you to smack one on him, “Kiss me, then we can power nap before we go to my place.” 

“Kylo I’m not coming over,” you groaned, “I have classes in the morning…” 

“So do I but that doesn’t mean I’ll be going to them? Come on, just give me a kiss. I’m all comfy now and don’t want to have to roll on top of you for one.” 

His eyes opened up, glaring as he made smacking noises with his mouth. Repursing them over and over, what the hell, you quickly pressed your lips to his. 

Overcome with his taste for the third time in two days, your heart fluttered as he smiled into you. Breathing hard through his nose before kissing you back a few times. Humming in contentment, “Good, let’s go to sleep.” 

———— 

BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP 

You groaned, a heavy weight pressed on your chest. Caging your arms to your front, you tried to wiggle your shoulders out of your blanket coffin. 

Finding it near impossible, somehow you’d managed to fold yourself under your mattress? 

There was no other explanation. 

You retraced your steps from the evening before, you woke up, went to class, studied downstairs with your sisters, had a big dinner, showered, and laid down… 

And then… 

“Will you turn that fucking thing off before I throw it at the wall?” Kylos gruff voice startled you. 

Gasping as his cheek came to rest on top of yours, swiping a thumb along your bottom lip. Pressing on your pout a few times before dipping it inside, your tongue instinctively lapping out to taste him. 

He purred into your hair, “Good girl, now let’s snooze a little more and then I’ll fuck you real good.” 

“Ky-lo,” you mumbled, squirming underneath his form, your alarm still blaring overhead. “Get off of me.” 

“Hmm,” he clucked his tongue, pressing his thumb inside your mouth more so you’d suck on it. “I don’t think so.” 

“Will you guys shut up? His snoring has been rattling the bed all night?” 

Both you and Kylos heads lifted up in unison, oh. Your roommate came back? The bed creaked underneath you both and out she rolled, slamming her palm on your alarm clock to shut it off. 

“You guys suck-I’m leaving for class.” 

“But… you’re in your pajamas?” you croaked, embarrassment flooding your cheeks, “He can get up, don’t leave!” 

Kylo grunted, “Like hell I am, I have a raging hard on right now I’m not getting up until it’s dealt with.” He looked down at you, eyebrows raised, “So she can leave or stay and watch the show.” 

The door slammed shut, there’s your answer. Kylo hummed with pleasure, peppering kisses all over your sweaty forehead from being crushed all night. He was only supposed to stay for a few hours, and yet you were lulled to sleep by his warmth. 

His nose crunched against your forehead with each kiss, stubble scratching your face over and over until he made his way down to the corner of your mouth. Pausing, “Do you care about morning breath or what?” 

“I…” you exhaled deeply, giving in, “It’s fine…” 

“Don’t act so sad, you’ve been curled up against me all night. I’ve been waiting to have those sweet lips on me again,” he licked his lips. Puckering dramatically before blowing a raspberry on your mouth. 

You couldn’t help but laugh at his corniness, humming back into his touch. Still crushed underneath him, his lips attached to you. Moaning obscenely when his tongue hit your palette, surprised that he wormed his way in there so fast. 

Rutting hips trapped you underneath, you placed your sweating psalm on his shoulder. Strong muscle flexing underneath you as the incriminating sounds of the bunk started creaking under the weight of both of you. 

Muffled by your mouths swapping together, your eyes shut in bliss. Letting him happily take the lead for whatever he wanted, your class could wait… 

Kylos lips popped off yours, panting on your temple as he reached a hand between your bodies. Angled on his shoulder, “Gotta move,” he grunted, “There we go, kept crushing my fucking dick against you.” 

Your face scrunched, about to protest when he ground down again and oh that felt good. His hard cock was pressing right against the apex of your thighs. Rubbing along the length of it between your flimsy fabric pajamas, you let out a soft sigh as he rocked back and forth. 

Met with a grin, “That feel nice? I can feel your hard little clit.” He kissed at the edge of your jawline, peppering the skin with sloppy, wet pops before nibbling down the column of your throat. Rocking getting harder against your wetting shorts. Your excitement begging to rub between your thighs onto his plaid bottoms. “Kylo, I think I’m gonna…” 

“Already?” he panted, “Doesn’t take much to get your little engine running. Shit, lets get some skin to skin.” 

Kylo sat back on his knees, his head hitting the ceiling in a loud thump. But he didn’t seem to care, unbuttoning the front of his bottoms to reveal his purpling hard cock. Pumping with one hand while the other shot out to grab the crotch of your pajamas. You gasped as his finger hooked underneath, skimming your wetness, “Ah-oh my god…” you whined. 

They were yanked down your legs, he swore under his breath when your knees knocked together to try and not ri[ them in two. Your legs fell back open, your slick cooling under his scrutiny, Kylo launched forward. His hot cock fell between you with a grunt and a gasp between you both, your wrapped a hand around the base of his neck. Fingers ripping into the long hairs that stuck to his nape, your legs already shaking from the oncoming orgasm that threatened to happen premature. 

You couldn’t believe he was on top of you, naked cock rubbing on your pussy. Kylo growled in your ear, “Hot pussy, I bet I could slip right in baby. You want that?” 

“Yes…” you teeth chattered together as you thought about clamping down on his length. You’d probably cum before he even got started. 

Kylos hips rocked against you, the head catching on your wet entrance a few times while he groaned into your neck. 

“I don’t know, baby.” 

He rubbed his cheek against your forehead, stubble scratching slightly from his overnight stay. You whimpered as the very tip of his slipped inside you for a moment, you felt all his muscles tense in the effort to not ram inside you. Why wasn’t he? Your brain fumbled through various questions while he popped out of you, only to find the spot once again where your bodies were menat to be connected. 

You jumped at the feeling of fingers on your clit, fumbling with it for a moment before they pinched at the hard nub. Yelping out while he shushed you, your legs bent in on themselves, toes skimming the ceiling in an effort to hold off on cumming, you wanted him inside you! You panted as he stroked up and down and back and forth. Humping the lenght of your right inner thigh with his precum staining the skin. 

“Kylo-please just fuck me.” 

He shook his head, bringing you in for a swift kiss before taking his fingers off your clit. Spitting in his palm while you laid there with an open mouth in awe. Your pussy tingled at the thought of him shoving his spit laced cock inside your waiting channel…”Kylo!” you ground out, “Just do it!” 

“I don’t think your desperate enough. I’m not sure if you just want to cum or if you really really want me to ram my cock,” he paused at the word, pinched hard enough for more wetness to slip out of you, “So hard inside your tight little pussy. I think you’ll just have to wait.” 

“Wait-what?” you babbled, rutting your hips up in the air to catching his fingers in a pathetic chase of release. You brought a hand down to try and help yourself, but only were smacked in response. 

“Don’t you fucking dare.” he stared at you sternly, “You’re not going to cum until I say so. And I think its about time for us to get up,” he swiped across your pearl, “And for us to go to class.” 

“But,” you started, shushed by his wet fingers on your lips. 

“Nope, don’t beg, its a turn off.”

Kylo rolled off the edge of the bed, somehow landing on his feet with his hard dick still hanging out of his pants. You watched with your mouth opening and closing like a trout, he turned to you. Making a mocking crying face, complete with fingers trailing his cheeks with tears, “Oh, you poor baby! Never had to wait for something in your life, come on. Lets get you dressed for class and then we will see if you get to cum today.” 

______

You got dressed together. 

Correction, Kylo dressed you in the clothes he wanted you to wear. Just to make sure you didn’t get any chance to get away and rub one out in the bathroom. He trailed right behind you everywhere throughout the sorority house. Smiling and saying good morning to all the girls that he passed in the halls while you stormed from room to room, irritated that he was saying hello to all the girls who he had fucked. 

While he left you hanging on the very edge, he was literally inside you and he did nothing! 

It was his idea in the first place, why did he change his mind? 

You thought over it while you brushed your teeth, together, at the same sink in the womens only restroom. Every one of your sisters giving you the stick eye when they saw Kylo looming behind you in the mirror with his own toothbrush that he had grabbed from Bazines old stash. 

Apparently, your president had been snecking him in for a long time and he had an abundance of clothes and toiletries throughout the house. Which he pointed out to you while you sulked, even Bazine got to fuck him… 

“Come on,” he whined, grabbing your forearm as you tried to get away for the tenth time this morning, “Let me drive you to class.” 

Kylo tried dragging you closer to his lexus parked on the front lawn. You scoped out the car, luxury, and practically brand new judging by how clean it was on the outside. Complete with two anime women stickered to the back windows. Their big tits right in whoevers face that pulled up next to him, you yanked particularly hard. 

“No, I want to walk. Leave me alone, Kylo.” you growled. 

He raised his hands, a scowl painting his face at your vicous tone. You regretted bursting at him, but you weren’t going to give in just because he knew you were upset. 

“Fuck-okay,” he placed his hands on his hips, “You’re sure a little bitch when you aren’t fucked. Do I need to come over there and spank you?” 

You flushed at that thought, he had dressed you in a short tennis skirt with no shorts underneath. He could easily lift you over his thigh and smack your skin until it blistered and bruised and you were writhing in his lap for more. You shook your head in protest, he wouldn’t dare. 

“I’m not-” 

“You think I won’t?” Kylos eyebrows shot up, moving in closer with calm steps, “Baby, I’ll make it impossible for you to sit in your lecture without thinking of my bare hand on your abused ass. You want that? Right here on the lawn?” 

You looked around, embarrassment coloring your cheeks when you saw all your sisters staring and dunking down from the windows. A few of them on the front porch looking the other way, even the houses on your block and across the street were watching the display between you and Kylo. You couldn’t imagine him doing that in front of all of them… 

“Are you going to be good and get in the car?” 

You nodded silently, shuffling to the passenger side of the car. Kylos long arm opened the door for you, pushing your head down to duck into the seat. He even buckled you in, you sat in silence while he peeled off the grass in a loud rev of the engine. 

“Thats a good girl.” 

______

Am I coming over today? 

You had sent the text. 

You’d been thinking about it all morning and throughout both your lectures, barely taking any notes despite it being your favorite classes to attend. All you could think about was your morning, and the absolute whiplash Kylo had given you with him feelings and desires, then calling you names when you didn’t get what you wanted. 

A few of your sisters had texted you saying that thats normal, Kylo was just strange. They all were surprised he hadn’t left you alone yet, apparently he was notorious for hitting it and quitting it. But he hadn’t even hit it! 

Typing, the little dots appeared and your heartrate picked up. What would he say? 

Why? 

Your forehead scrunched in irritation, what did he mean? You decided to be as straightforward as possible, tired of the games. 

What do you mean?

Aren’t we supposed to sleep together?

Who said that? 

Its not like we had a contract. 

But.

Look its Monday Xi, I have plans. 

Oh.

Your heart sank. 

Guess you were the exception to his hitting it and quitting it rule, he just wanted to quit it. 

Shit, babe. 

You can come over. I just have a date I can’t miss. 

Be here at 4. 

A date? 

What did he mean by date? 

Was he seeing someone?? 

Your heartbeat picked up intensely, thumping loud enough for you to feel it almost burst through your chest. What did that even mean? He had plans with someone, but still wanted you to come over? 

You thought about it the entire rest of the day, while you were standing in circles with your friends. Holding a cup of coffee in your hand, almost slack with your grip when youw atched the man himself walking in with other sisters, laughing and touching their shoulders. His eyes flashed towards you and you melted when he winked at you before moving on with his business. 

After catching a ride with a friend, you were standing at the front door of the frat house. Pushing on the open door like it was last time. Did they ever shut it? Was anyone else home? You’d seen Kylos car parked sideways in the driveway, but no one else was greeting you. 

Your popped your lips a few times, debating on if you should just leave, maybe call and say it wasn’t going to work out between the two of you. 

Its not like he was that into you-

“Xi,” Kylos voice boomed from up the stairs, footsteps fast as he came down, with a giant lizard on his shoulders. “You came, hi baby.” 

He came over despite you recoiling at the jarring display of the animal climbing over his shoulders and rubbing against his raised hand. Pressing a quick kiss on your cheek before he raced back up the stairs. 

Yelling as you followed up behind him, shivering as you thought about the animal. “Come on, I have a thing to do.” 

You rolled your eyes, he probably brought you here to babysit the crazy thing hanging on him, you’d just leave it while he was away. Maybe that would show him that you didn’t care-

His room was a mess. 

Clothes thrown everywhere, piles on the floor, around black furniture. A desk in the far corner, with a large gaming computer on top that glowed blue and red, a gaming chair that was black and red piled with books that looked liek they had been heavily read. The closet was open, with a dresser inside it with all the drawers half closed and plenty of trinkets and trophies on top. 

You looked around to the other side of the room, aside from his probably king sized bed being made. It was still just as messy, A large tank on top of another table, complete with a little habitat and sunning bed. A few stickers littered the tank but you couldn’t make out what they said. But they were pink and flowery… 

“Um…” 

Kylo turned to you again, holding the lizard away from you, “Sorry, I tried to clean but I didn’t have a lot of time between class and then I have to make this call… Um this is my lizard.” 

“I see that.” 

He held the thing out with both hands cradling it while it blinked at you. You squinted at it, noticing a small baby pink harness on its body. 

You were about to ask about it when his phone started ringing, he quickly turned away and threw the lizard on his lade bed, it curled into a small ball like a cat in a patch of sunlight. He pulled his phone into a stand, turning on his mounted TV, revealing the FaceTime screen from someone named-Booger? 

“Should I leave?” 

He shoot you a weird look, “What? No? Just sit down and be comfy, this will only be a little bit.” 

The TV loaded the other person, Booger apparently. A grainy image taking forever to connect while you tentatively sat on the edge of the bed, backpack slumping off your shoulders to the floor, you looked cautiously towards teh lizard. It paid you no mind other then what sounded like a purr in approval. It was a scaly cat, thats what you’d decided. 

Static crackled startling both of you while Kylo smacked the side of his sound bar, “Boog! Can you hear me? Fucking stupid thing, I need to buy a new one…” 

“Yeah I hear you.”  

A mans voice came through, along with the image of the person in question. A scrawny looking blonde kid, you squinted at the loading frame, dressed in what looked like school gym clothes? You scanned it more for clues, seeing glasses framing a large nose, and a skinny face, down to another lizard in the lap of whoever it was. 

He kinda looked like Kylo… 

“Xi,” Kylo turned around, moving to pet his lizard, “This is my little brother, Matt.” 

“Hi.” 

You waved a hand, relief singing through your veins, it was a facetime date with his brother. Not a real date with another person… you introduced yourself, relaxing back. 

Kylo picked up his lizard, cradling it like it was a baby, “We talk every Monday to let our girls see each other, and to catch up.” 

“Girls?” 

“This is Kira.” Matt lifted up his lizard, like it was a dog or cat under its armpits. The thing just licked its snout, Kira, was wearing a gemmed harness. 

“And this is my baby girl, Rey.” Kylo lifted the lizard in your face, met with another blank stare from one eye while the other stared into the distance. 

You breathed another sigh of relief, looking over at the tank to see the name Rey in pink bubble letter stickers. Along with a leash and maybe other pink collars hanging behind the tank, you chuckled a little as the boys launched into conversations about how the other was doing. Lizard maintenance, and when they would see each other in person again. 

Blacking out while it happened, you busied yourself with doing homework and typing up lecture notes you’d missed while in class today. 

There was something so domestic about it, you felt warm and fuzzy as Kylo leaned back into you while he listened to his brother talk about his day and the hardships he was going through being forced to go to weightlifting with his friends. 

You scratched at his scalp while he lectured Matt about body fitness and how he wasn’t supposed to sit at the computer all day. Which he countered with how Kylo sounded like a parent and not his big brother who plays video games with him. 

About an hour and a half had gone by before Matt was supposed to go to dinner with their parents. A few times you noticed someone walking back and forth behind the couch Matt was sitting at, maybe that was Kylo’s mom or dad? 

Kylo had said goodbye, putting away Rey before turning to you and cagin you in with an arm on both sides of your body. 

“Hi, baby.” 

“Hi, Kylo.” 

He leaned it, slowly shutting your laptop as he pressed his body on top of you. Kylo brought his lips to yours while you giggled as he got closer, pushing your items aside to fall towards the edge of the mattress. Pressing quick kisses to the corners of your mouth, “I missed you today, you looked soc ute int he outfit I picked out.” 

You shrugged, pressing his chest away from you, “You saw me thought, and didn’t say hi…” 

“I was busy with greek council shit, I can’t be next to you all day. Even though I’d want that.” 

“Oh yeah?” 

He kissed your forehead, pressing more of his weight on top of you. Your legs splayed out on either side of his thighs as he sagged, “Of course I do, I like you Xi. A lot. Wanna be with you all the time.” 

Your heart sang at that, flushed at the confession, fingers digging into the fabric of his sweater. You nuzzled your face into the warmth of his neck. Voice muffled, “I think I like you too.” 

Kylo purred at your words, pushing you back into the pillows on his nicely made bed. “Good, or else this would be awkward.” 

Suddenly he was on you again, kissing you with a passion that made you almost choke on his long tongue slithering across your own. Pulling on the edge of your shirt and quickly throwing it off your scrambling arms, revealing your push up bra he had insisted you wear. Because he liked how your tits looked in it. 

“Fuck, look at you.” 

He licked his lips, leaning down while your hands buried themselves in his long hair. Planting hot, suctioning welted on your heaving chest, canines scraping while you grabbed at his sweater to divest him off like your own. Revealing his broad chest, the same one you’d been thinking about since the last weekend when he was stark naked for your eyes to dance around his frame. 

Kylo pushed off your, mouth glistening with spit from his affections. He quickly dropped his pants with a clatter of his belt, yanking his boxers down his strong thighs and to his ankles. You couldn’t believe he was already naked before your very eyes, he nodded towards you. 

Quickly, you stood before him, unzipping your tennis skirt for it to pool on the floor with all his other clothes. Dropping your thong and bra with the rest when he launched at you, bodys clashing together in a passion youd never felt before. You felt yourself be lifted from the floor as he spun you around. Falling together into the bedding, you straddled his form, rubbing your slicking pussy along the length of his hardening cock. 

He groaned at the friction, you revelled in the roll of his eyes from the pleasure. You could get used to that look, Kylos paws fell to your waist. Pinching at the rolling skin as you leaned forward to latch your lips together. You swapped back and forth delicious salvation while you rocked your hips. 

Kylo rolled the two of you over, your head against the far wall of his bed. He grinned above you, moving his hands down to yank your legs open further. 

You gasped as he spat on your clit, “You’re just so wet, I bet I can slip right in. Can’t I?” 

“Yeah,” your voice warbled. 

“Lets see,” he shuffled forward on his knees, bringing his cock right into your entrance. Thrusting forward slightly, popping the seal of your wetness with a slick slurp of fluids. You whined, “Please-Kylo.” 

You were aching from being denied earlier today, desperate for him to have his way with you. It was something you know you couldn’t leave here without, Kylo nodded. Wrapping a palm around your mouth, spelling it off so no noise could make it out. 

“Can’t have you screaming, the neighbors already hate me.” 

You were going to protest, but the scream creeped up on you when he jammed his hard cock inside you in one swift thrust. Completely engulfing your pussy with its hot, probably more than ten inches, meaty girth, He didn’t let you relax, swiftly plunging in and out of your candy coated center over and over again while the bed rattled your brain. 

Bouncing around and held in place by just his hand on your mouth, your arms failed to latch onto anything to keep you from jostling. Your tits swinging with every grunted thrust. You wailed behind the palm, laving at it with your tongue, Kylo slipped two fingers inside your mouth. 

“Yeah-” he panted, “Fucking suck on them.” 

You doubled down your efforts, letting him jam them down your throat. Little noises fitting through the gasps while he panted above you. Eys snapping open and shut, you watched with dreamy eyes at his sweat beaded down his face to dripped off his nose to fall on your steaming skin. 

“Rub your clit baby, I’m so close,” he panted, “You’re too tight.” 

Your let out a muffled okay, swiping down on your hard clit in time with his grunting thrusts. 

“There it is,” Kylo groaned long and loud, looking at the wall abov eyou for a moment while his thrusts slowed down, “Cum for me baby, cum on your daddy’s cock!” 

You exhaled hard through your nostrils, rubbing harder as your crested the edge of your release. Gushing around his length as he buried it deep inside you, his throat catching on a groan as he came inside you in pulsing rhythms. Thrusting shallowly while you miliked his cock for every bit of his essence. 

Kylo placed his forehead on your bare shoulder, panting in hot breaths. Whispering out what a good girl you were, how hot you were, hot tight your pussy was, kissing a line towards your lips. Peppering your face with doxens while he thrusted in and out of you for the last time, your collective fluids gathering underneath you with a wet plop. 

He panted, smiling at you with a goofy grin as he cradled you towards his chest, pressing a few kisses on your forehead when he whispered…

“I hope you know you’re my girlfriend now.” 

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[cocotierz]

A catalog of all my completed and ongoing fics. These are all explicit, please check ratings and tags.

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all the right reasons

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baby blues

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rain on me

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signals crossing

It's a lot easier to accidentally chrome cast porn to your neighbours TV than one would like

loving you is cherry pie

Rey Niima knows for a fact her pies are nothing short of delectable. So why is it that neighboring criminal defense attorney and resident asshole Ben Solo keeps ordering slices just to pick at it without taking so much as a bite?

don't let it stop

Ben and Rey are no strangers to competition, so when Ben proposes they see who can resist the other for the longest, they both get extremely creative to make the other break.

multichapter - completed

sign of the times

Fifteen-year-old Rey Niima can’t stand her neighbour Ben Solo. So you can imagine her surprise when she wakes up fifteen years in the future in bed with him — especially when he is calling himself her husband.

delivered

The guy Rey hooked up with at that frat party is turning out to be weird, pushy, with no respect for boundaries. And yet…

ask for more

Rey is single and wants Ben as her Alpha. Ben is hung up on some nameless Omega. They make a mutually beneficial and strictly platonic arrangement.

talk to me boy

In which Rey is a romance author, Ben is her editor, and Rey needs help with a sex scene.

multichapter - wip

queen of disaster

Crown Princess Regina and First Son of the United States Benjamin Solo hate each other. Fate, it seems, has other plans.

once upon a dream

Rey and her virgin sisters live and dance by the lakes, giving offerings to the gods. That is until the demon prince Kylo Ren takes a liking to her and steals her away to the underworld, to be his wife.

cool about it

Rey treats her dms with a list actor Ben Solo like a diary of sorts, sending him rants, memes, nudes, and recipes. It’s not like he’ll ever see it…right?

playing house

Rey Niima became an au pair in order to sightsee and improve her French. She did not become an au pair to pine after her brooding host and grow attached to his adorable daughter.

series

loser ben

drive through

Sixteen-year-old Ben Solo isn't used to pretty, kind of scary girls climbing on top of him and taking what they want - that is until he meets Rey.

video games

Rey really wants the snail Squishmallow at the arcade. She also really wants to suck her boyfriends cock.

migwen

oneshots

if you're seeking heaven (then you want to come and get it)

The girl next door is loud and arrogant and only a couple months into legal territory. Miguel shouldn’t be wanting to fuck her like some starved old man.

#reylo #reylo ao3 #reylo fanfic #masterlist #fanfic matserlist #reylo smut #kylo ren #ben solo #ben x rey #rey of jakku #rey niima #rey star wars #migwen #miguel o'hara #gwen stacy #ghost fang #smut #cocotierz

[ao3feed--reylo]

seven

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/6Kg2LP1

by Aaveena

Ben Solo was seven years old when he fell in love.

That was the summer he met her.

Words: 5113, Chapters: 1/4, Language: English

Fandoms: Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars Sequel Trilogy

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M

Characters: Ben Solo | Kylo Ren, Rey (Star Wars), Armitage Hux, Leia Organa, Han Solo

Relationships: Rey/Ben Solo | Kylo Ren

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Childhood Sweethearts, Growing Up Together, (kind of), Separations, Letters, Summer Camp, First Kiss, (Little Bit of Underage Second Base), Ben and Rey are the same age, College, Frat Boy Ben Solo, Reunions, Sheev Palpatine is NOT A Nice Grandpa, Absentee Han and Leia, Angst, Fluff, Eventual Smut, (Once Everyone's of Age), Reylo babies, Eventual Happy Ending, Minor Character Death, Implied/ Referenced Child Neglect

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/6Kg2LP1

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #Star Wars #Star Wars Sequel Trilogy #Reylo #Rey #Ben Solo #Kylo Ren #AO3 #ne

[chromisomi]

lifebuoy, a reylo fic | ch 10 is up!

Rey isn’t a virgin. She’s not.

In fact, her first time was with some average-looking frat boy her first semester of college, in a cramped-up room with pounding music playing outside and someone knocking on the door every now and then. Did she push the experience to the back of her mind ever since? Yes. Had she vowed to never have sex like that again? Sure. But the point is, she’s not a virgin.

“Then you’re a prude.” Poe grins at her with a mouth full of pasta. “A prude who totally seduced her professor and ran as soon as he got a hard-on.”

“He’s not my professor- lecturer.” Rey snaps back at him. “And I’m not a prude.”

“I’m just shocked you agreed to go to his house at night.” Poe twirls around his plate for some more spaghetti before taking another bite. “What happened to saying no to strangers offering sketchy candy and all that?”

“He hired me for a photography session, Poe.”

“That’s the sketchy candy in this scenario.”

Rey snatches the fork from him and takes a bite herself. “I won’t say no to business. And besides, everything was fine before tonight. He’d kept to himself while I took the shots last weekend.” She swallows down the pasta. “This is really good by the way.”

“Thank you.” He takes the fork back. “So what changed tonight?”

“I kept asking questions I shouldn’t have.” Rey cringes. “Which is probably why he got so drunk. And then I had to go on and get horny.”

Poe shrugs. “Which is totally fine, it happens. You guys just got caught up in the moment.”

And Poe’s right, Rey knows that. Just like with the frat dude, Rey had gotten caught up in her hormones. It happens. One-night stands happen, hook-ups happen, sex happens.

So, why is it a big deal that she practically dry-humped Ben in his kitchen?

“God,” Rey groans. “I’m overthinking again. I need to call it a night.” She points at Poe. “And you better not tell Finn. I’ll tell him myself, but I’m pretty sure he’s not going to take it as well as you did.”

“My lips are sealed.” Poe goes through the motion of zipping his lips before tilting his head. “Wait. Aren’t you going to see him at work? The Solo guy?”

She closes her eyes. “Most likely.”

Even without looking, Rey can hear how hard Poe’s grinning. “I need to see that.”

read the rest of the chapter on ao3!

or start from chapter one here!

#reylo au #reylo #reylo prompt #reylo ao3 #star wars reylo #reylo fanfic #ben solo #rey #rey x kylo #kylo x rey #kylo ren #ao3 feed #ao3feed

[direnightshade]

WIP Tag Game

Thanks for calling me out with this game, @leatherboundbirate! lmao

Rules: I will post all the names of all the files in my WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous, and tag as many people as I have WIPs to do the same. Send me an ask with the title that most intrigues you and I’ll post a little snippet of it or tell you something about it.

Spoiler alert: I'm not tagging anyone. I never do. If you want to do this, consider this me tagging you.

Putting this under a cut for length's sake.

Psycho AU!Henry

Gladney Bros

Werewolf!Flip

Untitled Document (x 3)

To the Wolves

Scream AU

Jude A/B/O

Horseman!Kylo

Ronnie A/B/O

Charlie/Kitten Baby Shower

IT AU

Gucci @ the OG

Nocturne

Kylo / Ben

Art Professor Ben

Regency Solo Twins

Frat Boy Charlie

Runaway Train

Charlie x Reader x Kylo

Older!Professor Barber x Reader

Director!Charlie x Papparazi!Reader

Henry x Reader x Ann (Pt. 2)

Berlin Syndrome AU

BitB: Section II

Sweet Neighbor Ben Fic

Alpha!CEO Kylo

Charlie x Assistant

Charlie A/B/O

Beasts in the Boroughs

Dan A/B/O

Demon!Kylo

Paterson A/B/O

Sackler A/B/O

Clyde A/B/O

Kylo A/B/O

Matt A/B/O

Henry A/B/O

Solo Triples A/B/O

Charlie x Matt A/B/O

Ghost Towns

Secret Service!Ben

Vampire!Charlie

Cult Leader!Henry

IJCWFLTDU

Waldeinsamkeit

70's Professor!Charlie x Student

Fasching

The Crusade

WDTINE

#Tag Game #WIPs #WIP Tag Game #leatherboundbirate

[kafka-ish]

brother | r.t.

can boys and girls be friends without attached feelings?

word count: 2.1k

warnings/included: angst(?), college AU, fem!reader

a/n: based off of this song

-

Richie Tozier sat in the parking lot of USC’s Law Department. Become a Lawyer his mom said. You’ll make a lot of money his dad said. It only took two weeks into his freshman year of college for Richie to figure out that he actually hated the judicial system and to hell with it. He was about to light a cigarette even though he pledged to quit months ago: the last day of senior year.

He and the rest of the Losers were hanging by the quarry. Beverly was sitting on the hood of Bill’s car, slathering sunscreen on her sensitive skin because she burns easily. Ben sat with her, his arm itching to wrap itself around her pale shoulder. Bill, Eddie, and Stan were playing cards and Mike had to monitor them for cheating. Richie would’ve joined, but he didn’t want to get up from his position that overlooked the quarry’s water hole. He was laying down on the rocks, eyes closed and shades on, in place of his usual glasses.

“I think I’m gonna quit smokin’,” he announced with a certain proudness that his voice normally did not hold.

“O-oh yeah? How l-long’s that gonna luh-last?” Bill looked up from his cards, giving Eddie a chance to sneak a peak.

“I saw that, Eddie!” Mike Hanlon called from above and Eddie flinched.

“Cripes. Warn a guy before you yell first.”

Four months. It lasted four months, Big Bill, as Richie took out his BIC. He had to mess with it a few times to get the flame to startup. He always preferred matches, but the black lighter with flame stickers he kept in his shirt pocker was cooler.

A yellow-orange heat finally flicked the contraption to life when, at the same time, his Nokia 232 buzzed against the gearshift.

Four months and one day.

The small flame died in Richie’s hand that was now pressing his phone to his ear with no hesitation.

“Rich the Dick Tozier speaking, how can I help you?” Sure, it wasn’t the most professional way to answer a phone call, but who was anyone to call Richie Tozier a professional guy?”

“Hey, Richie!” It was y/n. y/n the girl who sat in front of him in his English class. y/n the girl who wore parkas in fucking California because it’s for the fashion and you wouldn’t understand. y/n the girl who got drunk off her ass at the first party of the year—which, ironically, was where they met.

The parties in college were spectacularly different from the parties Richie would go to in high school. More so, the parties in California were more… insane. Wild. The booze was exponentially more expensive—nothing that Bill would ever think of getting at his own. And the girls could closely be mistaken for a Hollywood child star.

Nothing like the parties in Derry Richie thought to himself as he drunkenly swept through the halls of a fucking Mansion. He didn’t realize his feet were working properly until he looked down, seeing as he was standing on all fours—all twos. How he was still standing up remained a mystery to him because he must’ve had ten shots of vodka that was worth more than his entire being and future.

Before him, when he entered the billiard room, stood a girl even drunker than him (somehow). She stood on the pool table, laughing above the crowd of frat boys who were yelling to take your damn shirt off already! And c’mon don’t be a prude. They surrounded her like dogs fighting for the last strip of steak until Richie stepped in.

“A little drunk to be standing on the edge like that.” He took a swig from his red solo cup. “Here, sweetheart, lemme help you down.” He offered her an unsteady hand only to be brushed away like a speck of dust on a grandfather clock.

“I can help myself,” y/n said. She got down from the pool table by sitting on the ledge first, then letting each foot touch the ground one at a time. “See?” She steadied herself using his shoulder and looked up at him with a smirk that let him know they were going to be friends.

And they were friends.

y/n was overjoyed when she found out Richie was in one out of her five classes and Richie was just happy to be able to talk someone’s ear off without them rolling their eyes or giving him the side-eye.

“Hey, y/n/n,” Richie said, mimicking the same enthusiasm from across the speaker. “What’re you up to?”

“Besides calling you?” Richie felt himself beginning to laugh but it felt wrong to do so. As cheery as y/n sounded, there was something off.

“Are you okay?” Richie blurted out, but he couldn’t help himself. It was in his nature; always looking out for y/n; always taking care of her.

“I’m fine, Tozier.” She laughed but he could tell it was fake. The way her voice was still summer in the crisp of fall was fake. The whole call was fake. “You just love checking in on me don’t ya.” Another giggle left the speaker—covering the cracks in her voice, or a sob.

“No, really.” His hand left the phone—his shoulder and cheek propping the device up against his ear—and reached for the gearshift. “How are you?”

Static. But Richie had been over at her place thousands of times before—not needing to ask for her address or pull out a map for directions. And Richie was right (he was always right) when he burst through the wooden door of y/n’s small, but somehow spacious, Los Angeles apartment.

“y/n, I know you’re in there,” Richie said, followed by three curt knocks. His shoulder slumped against the door and he sighed. “y/n, don’t make me go all big bad wolf on your little ol’ door.” He looked down to see the welcoming mat where guests were supposed to wipe their shoes off.

There’s No Place Like Home

A short laugh bounced off the walls from inside and Richie took that as his queue. His hand had a firm grasp around the bronze doorknob, refreshing from the California air. He jangled it, only for the structure to not budge, like it didn’t give a damn that he had to get inside.

“Dammit, y/n/n, get off your goddamned high horse and open the door.”

Richie was never one for words, but at these, the lock broke in and in slipped Richie. It was as if the door had heard his cries and complied—feeling sorry for the boy. But the mysteriousness of y/n’s apartment door didn’t matter when Richie’s eyes caught y/n’s figure—or lack of one. She sat on the leather couch which was a moving present from her parents (“We know how expensive it can be; being a young adult with college expenses. Wow, to think, my baby’s all grown up.”), wrapped in a blanket, burrito style. Even fro six feet away (approximately), Richie could see the tears welling in her eyes and the snot spilling from her nose.

“Richie Tozier, can you ever learn to take a goddamn hint?” y/n’s voice was far too weak to show any sign of malicious intent. He stood in front of her, tentative but also caring. He wanted to help. He just didn’t know how.

“I am taking the hint.” Richie sat down next to the bundle of blankets. He sat close, so close that if y/n’s feet were on the floor, his knees would’ve touched hers. She could smell his mint deodorant and cheap cologne; or maybe she was just so used to having him next to her, that was what she knew he smelled like. y/n smelled like this month’s body wash. Orange blossom. She must’ve taken an extra-long soak today. She always did when something was wrong. “I know you want me here, toots. Otherwise, you wouldn’t’ve called.”

Richie was right and at the moment y/n hated him for being able to read her mind.

She was about to tell him off but a strangled cry left her lips instead. Richie didn’t need to ask what was wrong to know what was wrong. Besides, it would be cruel—condescending—to put a filter over his voice the way you’d talk to a terrier or a baby and ask what’s wrong?

It was clear what was wrong. Judging by the two-hour-long bath she had taken beforehand and off-brand, empty Ben & Jerry’s container on her coffee table: her piece of shit boyfriend had just dumped her. Richie never liked Brandon, y/n’s so-called (now ex) boyfriend. But it could’ve been the other way around, too. His over-gelled head was always stuck in his Levi 512’s and the only time Richie saw that pompous smirk leave his lips was when he walked in on him and y/n kissing. Gag. But y/n had the right to be upset about getting dumped—even if it was by a perpetual twerp who never passed up the chance to brag about his perfect SAT score (wake up, buddy, we all got into the same college).

Richie sat waiting for a reply he was never going to get because y/n was too busy blowing her nose into the sleeve of her robe.

“C’mon, sweetheart.” Carefully, Richie unwrapped y/n from the cocoon, similarly to how a cautious child unwraps their presents. “You don’t need Brandon. You don’t need anyone.” It was true. She didn’t need anyone, and if anything people needed her. “You’re y/n.” He spoke the two words with such sureness—confidence. She was y/n, and if that’s not enough for them to see, then they’re delusional.

“How do you know?” She asked. Even if it was just a college boyfriend—her first college boyfriend—it still hurt like hell. The thought of being not wanted. Knowing it was her; that she couldn’t just fix whatever her lover didn’t like that ended up pushing him off the edge. He just didn’t like her.

Of course, she didn’t love Brandon. She didn’t love the way his hair was always stiff and she couldn’t comb her fingers through it the way she did Richie’s. She didn’t love him finding an excuse to say hello to the next blonde he saw whenever they went to parties together. She didn’t love Brandon, and Brandon apparently didn’t love her. But if Brandon didn’t love her, then who would?

Maybe the answer was staring her down right in front of her, or pressing against her shoulder as Richie bent down to pick up the empty ice cream carton. “You are y/n, right?” Richie asked in attempts to bring her spirits up.

And he did.

y/n’s eyes crinkled as she smiled and she chocked on her breath at the laugh she tried to hold in. “Do you think I’m an impostor?”

“Who knows?” Richie sat back down. His shoulder brushed her covered one and his head fell back to look at the ceiling. “Plastic surgery is pretty popular these days. Especially in La City of Angels.” He turned to face her now—a tear-free y/n that stared back at him. Her eyes were much lighter than before and her skin looked like it had just been kissed. By who?

“You’re an angel,” y/n said unexpectedly. Well, this was a turn of events. Richie managed to suppress his cough—a usual reaction that’d take place when he was surprised.

He pulled on the collar of his band-tee (Rock On, AC/DC!) because it was all of the sudden hard to breathe in this small LA apartment of y/n’s. He felt his pulse quicken under the skin of his wrist and neck. A line of sweat was forming beneath his browbone. Oftentimes, it was hard to differentiate if California was undergoing an unforeseen heatwave or if Richie was just drawing a fever. But summer had passed and Richie hand’t gotten sick in years, even if it was just a head cold.

Richie sat there, speechless, and wondered. He wondered why, out of all the nicknames in the world, he hasn’t called y/n baby yet. It was always babe or honey, but never baby. Why was that? Hypothetically, he could call her that. He could call her a lot of things—like his. So why didn’t he? Why had he never asked y/n out?

But it occurred to him, as y/n tucked a loose strand of his hair behind his ear, that y/n was hurting. She needed a friend and nothing more. A brother, per se. He could sense her lean in. For a kiss, perhaps? But Richie was quick to dodge and cup her face in his large palm. An intimate action, sure, but their relationship was far from it.

“Look, y/n/n.” His breath hit her face. It was warm and felt like home. “You’re hurting right now.” His thumb rubbed along her jawline. “We’re just friends, right?”

“Friends,” y/n echoed back to him. And while she wasn’t completely convinced with the words coming from Richie Tozier’s mouth, she’d agree with him for his sake.

#richie tozier #richie tozier x reader #richie tozier x reader fluff #richie tozier x reader angst #richie tozier x reader fanfiction #richie tozier fluff #richie tozier angst #it 2017 #it 2019 #it chapter 1 #it chapter 2 #richie tozier imagine

[kylorengarbagedump]

I think Ben Solo’s the new Mascot for Solo cups? Unsure. May have to consult the frat boys two floors down

Okay thank you let me know keep me updated

#nerd whinings #cuties

[maybe-your-left]

Bed Bug - Part 2 of 3

slut shaming but also slut praising?

Enjoy Part 1 before reading!

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

“Yeah.” 

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

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

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

Kylo Ren had kissed you. 

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

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

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

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

Given what he was packing that morning… 

You shook your head, no. 

He was bad news. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You gulped, Kylo would be there. 

Expecting a… hug. 

———— 

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

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

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

Directly to your left was the First Orders table, a barren black tennis table. With steins probably full of beer even though it was a dry campus on Sundays… You briefly glanced over, seeing Kuruk, the pledge class leader like yourself. 

A scrawny-looking man in a black turtleneck and blazer, he looked too distinguished to be involved with such a club. With a fiery head of hair, you had to look away instead of burning your eyes. Vice president Armitage Hux, you’d seen him at a few parties. Kylo seemed to like him more than everyone else in the frat… 

Sitting on the table was the king himself, drinking from a brown paper bag, burping loudly while he talked with some coeds from other sororities. They laughed and batted their lashes at him while he dramatically flexed for them, of course, you can touch them you heard him coo. Bazine sat down in a huff, being sure to make her entrance known to the man in question. 

He looked over at your table with a look of irritation lacing his brow, taking a long swig from his bag. “Took you guys long enough,” he taunted, “I was beginning to think you wouldn’t show…” 

Kylo smirked down at the young lady touching his bicep, jutting his chin, “Get outta here, I gotta talk to this frigid bitch.” 

You sat down at the far right of the table, keeping distance from Bazine and Kaydel as best as you could while Kylo approached. More interested in your nail beds than looking to see if he noticed you. 

“Kaydel,” he slurred between drinks, “You’re looking well fucked. How was your weekend?” 

Bazine gasped, loud enough that it felt like the whole hall stopped to look at the display. She shot off her seat, slapping the backside of Kaydels head, “You did NOT fuck him, I asked you to stop! I even asked nicely!” 

Kaydel screeched, “I didn’t mean to! It just happened!” 

“That's what you said last time!?” 

You checked your phone, yikes. Now everyone was looking… 

“You know how he is!” 

“Yeah-because he’s my boyfriend?!” 

Kylo butt in, “Nah-nope, we broke up, you sent a letter with that little Xi proving that. So, I’m off the hook… speaking of that little one…” 

You barely heard his feet shuffle around the table, all of a sudden he had lifted you off your chair and into his arms. Wrapping you in a big bear hug that took the breath from your lungs, you squirmed, instantly uncomfortable, while he purred. 

“There's my Xi,” he rubbed his cheek on the crown of your head, “I’ve been waiting for you! I was about to come over to the house and drag you here. Did you already forget about me?” He pouted, jutting his bottom lip out, “I didn’t forget about you cutie, you’ve been on my mind all weekend since you left.” 

“Kylo-please,” you whispered, looking wide-eyed at Bazine who was scowling at you, this was a mistake. “Nothing happened, he just-just asked for a hug when I was over and then I left…” 

“And we made out.” 

Bazines eyes looked like they were going to pop out of her skull. You quickly shook your head until the room started to spin, first Kaydel was ratted out, and now you?? 

Kylo set you back down in your seat, standing in front of you, almost like he was guarding his territory. Your eyeline directly at his black and red belt buckle, you studied the engraving while he and Bazine shot insults back and forth at each other. Yelling under their breaths about how the other was a whore, that they were never getting back together, etc…

At some point Kylo’s hand found its way into your hair, tugging on the ends that were sticking out of your bun, he pulled hard until you looked up at him. Startled to have his full attention, he smiled, “Would you, please, escort me to the refreshments? Your big brother needs something new to drink.” 

“You can go yourself, “Bazine scoffed, “She needs to stay here and hand out flyers for the pancake luncheon.” 

“I didn’t ask you-bitch,” he clipped, tugging on your hair again until you stood. Chest to chest with his dark gray t-shirt, not at all dressed up for the meetings. 

You said nothing, not wanting to sway one way or another while Kylo slipped his hand down to the base of your skull. Pinching enough for you to feel it while he walked you away from the table, weaving through the crowds of people who paid you and him no mind. Well, sort of, mainly they ignored you while he said hello to everyone who high-fived him or kissed his cheek. 

So well beloved. 

You were steered towards the back wall of the auditorium, a few vending machines in a line that were barely working. A few tables full of shitty cookies and fruits, and bottled water, you watched them pass by you, “Wait-I thought…” 

“You thought?” he mocked your tone, “You’re sure stupid. It’s a good thing you’re so cute.” 

“I’m not stupid,” you stamped your foot, stopping in your tracks. Kylo bumped into your back. Pushing your front into a paneled wall, he settled right behind you. His body heat emanates across your back, “Yeah you are, thinking I brought you over to grab another drink. I’ve had enough to drink, what I’d love is something to eat.” 

“There's crackers back there,” you squished your left hand out from being pinned to your front. Pointing lamely while he chuckled behind you, grinding his weight into your backside. Kylo pushed your stray hair away from the nape of your neck, you shivered as his hot breath fanned across the skin. 

Goosebumps rising, “I’d rather eat your pussy.” 

You flushed, stuttering, “I-but-what?” 

“Come on,” he circled his hips, “I’m really good at it. You can ask, everyone is satisfied when I’m done with them.” 

“Thats-” 

“Just a taste,” he whined, “I’ll eat you out, and then we can talk about getting those nice lips around my cock.” 

Kylo kissed the back of your neck, sucking welts into the skin. You mewled as he nibbled in a line down to the crook of your neck, tasting the sweet essence of you. Melting with every kiss, you yelped as his hands found your waist, squeezing tight through the fabric of your dress. He mumbled against your neck, “This is such a pretty outfit, did you wear it for me?” 

Did you? You asked yourself, truthfully you’d hoped he would say hi to you. Maybe having some sort of pull over the frat king seemed like a far-off dream for just a little pledge. But here he was, sucking on the muscle of your shoulder, pushing the sleeve down to expose more and more with his strong nose against the skin. 

“Y-yes,” you whispered, defeated, “I did.” 

He purred in approval, rumbling against your back, “Daddy likes, daddy likes very much.” 

You were lifted off the floor for a second time, carried through a set of swinging double doors and up a small flight of stairs. The room was dark and cavernous, you looked around as you were thrown on the hardwood floor. Falling on your hands and knees in a huff, a heavyweight against your back, Kylo's hand planted next to yours. 

Your own dwarfed by the size, you gulped as he breathed hard against your neck, caging you in like the darkness that ensued, “What do you say? Let me taste you, and you give me a little head. I promise it’ll be good, baby.” 

You shivered as his right hand slithered under the hem of your dress, grasping onto your flesh as it rippled under his nails in their wake. All the way to the small string of fabric that held your dignity, he snapped it against your skin, “Just say it.” 

You gulped, “Okay.” 

“Say I can eat your pussy.” 

“You-you can eat my pussy.” 

“Yes,” he hissed, pushing you forward on your face, nose crunching on the floor. You whined as he snapped your thong off your body with a swift yank, your wet core open into the darkness for him. Kylo planted both palms on the globes of your ass, spreading them out for his long tongue to swipe from hole to hole. 

You yelped at the feeling, clenching around the length of his tongue as it plunged inside your waiting cunt. Slurping out your juices before he motored his face between your legs, groaning long and loud into the room. 

“Fucking finally,” he moaned, kissing at your clit a few times before taking it between his teeth. You panted against the hardwood, breath fogging up the shiny wood, your legs twitching as he licked and licked and licked like he was trying to get to the center of a tootsie pop. “You’re such a good girl, baby. Letting me kiss your pussy, you taste so fucking good. I can’t believe it, could have you for breakfast every fucking day.” 

You pressed back into his mouth, overcome with the feeling of it enveloping your center. Sucking on every crease and fold, sucking and licking every square inch until you were a trembling mess on the floor. Drool seeped from your open lips while you tried to get your bearings. Kylo brought two fingers to your entrance, shoving the length of them inside you with a high-pitched squeal from your throat. 

Squelching loudly over your ringing ears, you felt your heart flop up into your throat, the length of his digits filling you so deliciously. The sick suck sound was overcome by your moans as you got closer and closer to finishing, you reached a hand back behind you. 

Grasping at his dark hair and yanking it forward, Kylo perched his chin on your cheek. You panted, “Can I come?” 

He grinned, moving to kiss your entrance dramatically before fucking his fingers back inside, pulling a hard yelp from your throat and assaulting your front wall. Swiping over your spot over and over again, “You gonna cum? Cum all over my fingers, huh?” 

“Yeah,” you moaned, angling your legs open wider for him, “Yeah-I wanna cum!” 

“Fuck yeah you do! Cum on my hand, wanna taste your filthy fucking squirt…” 

Your muscles tensed as you fell over your peak, screaming out into the void. Your walls spasming as he fucked his fingers in hard and fast, spreading them open inside you, stretching to the absolute limit until you came all over his hand. Soaking the floor between your knees while he moaned out. 

“Oh yes-,” he quickly ripped his fingers from you, sucking his lips to yours, “Taste so good.”

Lapping at your sensitive clit, he sucked it between his teeth, biting hard until you screeched and jolted away from him. Squeaking along the hardwood while he sat up on his knees, scrambling to undo his belt. Clinking on the hard floor, he unzipped his pants and yanked out his waiting cock. 

Just as big as you remembered, his wet digits wrapping around the tip as he slid it down the length. Kylo waved it for you, “Come on-I did you, now it's your turn. Just the tip, just the tip baby.” 

You licked your lips, launching forward to his hold. Kylo wrapped a palm around the back of your neck. Forcing you to take the head inside your mouth. Shallowly thrusting in and out, the sleck sleck sleck sound of your tongue cupping the underside echoed in your ears. Kylo groaned above you, jerking the rest of his length, you could smell yourself on his fingers. The sweet musky scent of your essence, coating his cock. You moaned as he pushed in a little more, “Okay, good girl, now take a little more. Just a little-be a good girl and push all that spit out on daddy’s cock.” 

You hocked forward, planting your hands on his hips. Fingernails dug into the muscle as he thrust forward in short strokes again. Pushing your head down with a needy hand, “There we go, there we go, fuck I’m gonna cum already. Suck on it hard, swallow it all…” 

Tensing, you listened to his requests, putting your heart and soul into giving him the best head you could. Taking over with your fist along his length that couldn’t fit inside your throat no matter how hard you tried, you spread your spit along the length. Jerking it to the edge of your stretched-out lips, you moaned along him, slithering a hand between your legs to swipe at your clit. 

Already hot and wet for him again even though you’d cum so hard, you wanted him-wanted him everywhere. Anywhere he would have you, you looked up through your clumping mascara, overcome with the look of pure bliss on his face. Head leaned forward so he could right into your eyes with his watering ones, hair falling onto his face piece by piece, your cum smeared along his lips and chin. 

You’d done that to him. 

You swiped hard, cumming again on your fingers, you moaned along his length, sucking hard until you were almost to the root of his cock. He lurched forward, “Oh fuck-thats it! Don’t fucking stop baby, don’t stop, fuck…” 

You felt his breathing stall as he twitched along your tongue, mumbling out what a good girl you were as he spurted over and over. The taste salty and bitter on your taste buds, you couldn’t get enough though. Slurping up and down the sensitive length until he yanked you away from his softening cock. Panting while he rubbed your cheeks with his thumbs. 

Kylo leaned forward, capturing your lips in a passionate kiss, stealing your breath away as he swiped his tongue along your own. Tasting each other on your tongues, you both crawled over one another. Legs falling open for his hips, grinding his naked cock against your soaked folds, you pulled away. 

Both of you panted as you looked into one another's eyes, Kylo moved to speak…

“Do you want to come over and meet my lizard?”

______

HA

you thought i was gonna have bazine walk in on them... well you were right but I thought NO

#adam driver #kylo ren #adamdriver #modern kylo ren #my writing #ben solo #kylo ren x reader #kylo ren x female reader #kylo ren x you #kylo ren fanfiction #frat boy kylo ren #frat boy energy #bed bug #maybe-your-left

[ao3feed--reylo]

Handy-man

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/W9kMDBq

by DhampirsDrinkEspresso

Frat boy Ben Solo has a box full of tools he doesn't know how to use. Scholarship student Rey has the knowledge but no tools. She fixes what breaks, and he pays in orgasms.

It's perfect.

Then the feelings come into play.

Words: 5427, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Star Wars Sequel Trilogy

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M

Characters: Rey (Star Wars), Bazine Netal, Kaydel Ko Connix, Rose Tico, Knights of Ren

Relationships: Rey/Ben Solo | Kylo Ren

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - College/University, Frat Boy Ben Solo, scholarship student Rey, Vaginal Fingering, Cunnilingus, Dirty Talk, Name-Calling, Pet Names, First Time, Non-Linear Narrative, Flashbacks, Toolbox Kink, Competency Kink, Praise with a Dash of Degradation, It Went Soft...As Usual

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/W9kMDBq

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #Star Wars #Star Wars Sequel Trilogy #Reylo #Rey #Ben Solo #Kylo Ren #AO3 #ne

[mysticmilks]

Incubus!Hux/Demon hunter!Kylo

Brendol and his goons wanted to sacrifice his son Armitage to return their youth.

After the ritual went wrong, Hux was cursed. He doesn’t age, doesn’t get sick, but he needs the life energy of others to survive. He constantly craves sex and feeds on other’s pleasure.

He almost killed a few of his first partners, but he learned to control his urges and managed to live with them.

Now he’s almost thirty, although he looks like the teen boy he was on the day of the rite. He has savings, passive income, but every few years he enrolls in college because people are not suspicious of his age and it’s the easiest place to find his targets — horny frat dudes, creepy pervs, and various other types of assholes. Yes, he has a rule not to harm people, who don’t treat others like shit.

Hux's life is lonely, but it’s not the worst life.

All changes when one day he meets Kylo Ren. With day Hux understands that he falls for Kylo, and he is scared that he may unintentionally hurt him.

Ben Solo, a demon hunter, is not scared to hurt Hux.

Ben Organa-Solo was trained since his childhood: martial arts, all types of weapons, mythology, chemistry, meditation, Latin, and philosophy.

He always knew it was all a preparation for something, but only on his 21st, he found out for what. He comes from the lineage of demon hunters. His mother is a member of the High Council, his uncle is a demon hunter, like his fathers before him, even his little cousin is destined to one day join the family business now. His parents have given him a choice, become Luke’s apprentice and clean the world from the forces of evil.

Yet more than five years after, he’s still an apprentice. Ben is tired to hear that he’s not ready. He says that he needs a break, but secretly looks into Luke’s files and finds a relatively easy target.

That’s how he ends up at the college frat party, studying the room and searching for the demon. He will track down that Incubus, expel him, and earn the respect of his family.

#kylux #kylo ren #kylux idea #kylux moodboard #ben solo #Hux #general Hux #kylux modern au #mysticmilkshake doing things #my hcs #my kylux

[bexterbex]

It’s that time again! This is a reminder to give your favorite authors a little love so if you like something let them know! You never have to give anything you don’t want to, but likes, reblogs, and comments are almost always welcome on any fanfiction on this site (but check first just to be sure.)

Here are some more Star Wars Authors and Pieces to enjoy:

On the Desk by @faestae-writes

Professor Ren is the toughest instructor at Corellia University. He's sharp, calculated, and his stare could pierce reinforced steel two times over.

Failing his teacher aide circuit means dropping out of the university altogether, but only a handful of students have ever survived it.

You seem to forget that your scholarship is on the line when you're late to the lecture on Monday wearing remnants of last night's party--

Your favorite miniskirt.

A college AU! That has me sweating if you know what I mean. Features Professor Ren and ‘Frat boy’ Ben Solo. Really hot stuff people [Status: On going]

Anything by @sithsecrets. They have some good sweeter Kylo Ren stuff, they are really good. If you like an Empress!Reader they have a lot of really neat work. 

Anything by @thetorturerwrites. I know I mentioned her story Puer Deus BUT she writes a lot of other cool things (she’s just a really cool person in general) I’m talking Adam Sackler, Clyde Logan, AND Kylo Ren. She also has a new thing on her blog called Torturer Tuesdays that you should check out. (If you are KINKY you will like her.)

And some people/works who aren’t Star Wars:

@medicatemedrmccoy​ is a very good Star Trek blog to follow, always love seeing their work hop across my dashboard. Also the many gifs they reblog give my feed some freshness. 

Adoration and/or Arsenic by Maesonry on Ao3

Irony is having a policeman for a fiancé, when you’re a murderer. You tell that to Leon once. He laughs, because you always tell the best jokes, and you let him believe it, since you love to see him smile.

“I love you, Leon,” will be your last words one day.

A RE2 Leon Kennedy x Yandere!Reader that is just really really good. I would say the insight to the mind on the reader is excellent when it comes to this trope [Status: Complete]

If you don’t have an Ao3 account you are really missing out on a lot of good quality Fanfic and Original Story work people. 

I will be recommending a number of works every Friday. Please check the tags of the fic before you read them, just incase you see something you don’t like. My philosophy is IF YOU DON’T LIKE IT THEN CLICK OFF.

NOTE: These are works that I enjoy, you don’t have to like them. I am OPEN to suggestions but I can be very picky about what I actually enjoy. I have consumed a lot of work, but there are only so many that I would recommend. No hate on any authors work but this is my opinion.

ALSO NOTE: I try not to read or recommend people that are “antis”. i.e. Anti-(this ship), Anti-(this character), Anti-(this fandom), etc. Everyone has the right to their own opinion, but in my experience antis come with name calling and belittling that is just TOXIC. So this is where I encourage you all to think about calling yourself an ‘anti’, because as myself there are certain ships, characters, fandoms I do not like, but I am not “anti” them. I can recognize that fiction does not equal real life. Note that this is talking about fiction and not political items, groups or anything like that. So I will try not to recommend an “Anti” blog or writer to you, if I do please let me know and I will fix it. 

#bexterbex recommends #fic rec friday #fic rec #star wars #kylo ren x reader #kylo ren imagine #star wars imagine #star trek #re2 #re2 leon #leon kennedy #leon kennedy imagine

[sincerelyreidburke]

I know you only talked about it like, once in a post but could you please tell me more about drunk Quinn?

Yes, absolutely, anon. Drunk Quinn is an experience. Here’s the post in question where I mentioned it, and let’s expand on it.

(Ask me anything about the crickets!)

- Quinn drinks in very specific (and relatively rare) settings. Unlike his frat-bro boyfriend, he doesn’t really like getting lit up at parties on the regular. Rest assured Nando, when he does this, does it safely and in good company, but the fact remains that he’s often down to party.

- Quinn is a bit different. His idea of drinking at a kegster is having rosé out of a Solo cup with Ford. There are two places where Quinn will actually drink to the point of becoming tipsy: drama club cast parties (the closing-night ones, where they get champagne), and when he goes out with the crickets.

- First, let’s do the former, because the latter is way funnier. When Quinn is drinking at a cast party, it’s because he just finished a performance, and he had a really good time. He’s relieved that everything went well, in a place he loves, and happy. Closing nights can be magical like that. It’s this liminal space between performance craziness and the post-show “what am I supposed to do with my life now?” feeling.

- The first time Quinn gets actually tipsy is probably freshman year at the DEH cast party. They play random showtunes, and he sings along while eating the cake that has a frosting tree on it. His cheeks always get rosy when he drinks. Nando thinks it’s adorable.

- And so those are the cast parties. The far more entertaining version of Drunk Quinn comes when he and the 3 crickets, uh......... go clubbing.

- I mean specifically they go to gay bars. It starts around their sophomore year, and the reason they go is to support Rhodey’s secret undercover drag queen life to be in a fun queer space where they can also have a good time. (And yes, Touille is ace, but he’s going for the experience of hanging out with his friends and not to do Specifically Gay things. Also, he’s the designated driver.)

- Stick with me because this is funny. Quinn lets himself actually.......... become a little laid-back when he goes out with them? Those three boys are his best friends (even though he’s dating one of them). Like, he does have theatre friends, some really close ones, but when it comes down to it, the crickets are his closest friends.

- So that translates to Quinn being able to actually drink quite a bit. One time he and Rhodey go shot for shot. It’s terrifying.

- We all know that Quinn is kind of a bossy little bitch, but he tends to talk a lot more shit when he’s drunk than any other time. Drunk Quinn will spill all the unnecessary drama club tea.

- He makes Nando dance with him, even though Nando’s dancing skills are questionable at best. (He just wants the excuse to dance like a low-key thot for once in his life. Clubbing Quinn is a whole new person. Nando goes into gay panic.)

- There’s also the extremely vivid thought of Quinn making people do karaoke with him, like:

Quinn: C’mon, Remy, we can do Celine Dion! You’re Canadian, so you like her, right?

Touille: Oh, Q, I don’t really sing— (Gets physically yanked from his seat by Quinn to go up on the little stage)

- The videos of what transpires afterwards are copious.

- And on the thought of videos, Rhodey will often whip out his phone, start a Snapchat video, and say, yo, Q! Explain the plot of [x musical] to me! There are copious videos of Quinn essentially doing Drunk History in the backseat of Rhodey’s car, except it’s explaining musicals.

- So... Name That Show, based on Drunk Quinn’s explanations:

“Look... Dorothy was a little brat, okay? The Wicked Witch did nothing wrong. All she wanted was the shoes to remember her sister by... *Possibly shedding actual tears* Nessa deserved better!—”

“Umm... he broke his arm? And then he’s so socially awkward that he accidentally becomes a compulsive liar. :).”

“Well, it’s basic United States history, Ben; don’t you pay attention in class?????”

“PFF, okay, so, this bitch totally murders her secret lover and then she spends the entire rest of the show explaining why she’s obviously innocent—”

“Twelve-year-olds unionizing...... featuring vigorous tap dancing.”

“Hold on, hold on, I can do this, okay, uhh........ so they’re in France, and everybody’s life is awful....... so the main character is an ex-con, and everybody hates him because he stole bread— shut up, Sebastián, I’m thinking— and he’s traveling around trying to find a place to live, and, uh, wait, I lost my train of thought— okay, they all hate capitalism, and they try to revolt against the government, but— why are you looking at me like that?”

“I don’t fucking know, Ben; it’s just singing cats!”

- Quinn is extremely handsy when he’s drunk. To the point where Rhodey and Touille literally make him and Nando sit separate from each other, like Nando in the front and Quinn in the back, so Quinn doesn’t try any funny business when they’re on their way home from the bar.

- Nando usually carries him home. He never drinks to the point of being unable to walk on his own, but for someone who’s always graceful when sober, he stumbles more than he’d like to when he’s been drinking. It’s easier for Nando to just lift him up.

- Commence burying his face in his neck and mumbling things that might be vaguely spicy for a public place but it’s okay because Nando is the only one who hears them.

- But he usually just ends up snuggling a lot when they get in bed, even though he might think he’s up for more than that. Nando makes sure he drinks water, and Quinn clings onto him until he falls asleep.

Drunk Quinn is an experience. Thank you for enabling this information dump.

#oc taddies #crickets #mini quinny #quindo

[buckthegrump]

Finals Week

Summary: A short look into Bucky’s time at university.

Warnings: minor angst, fluff

Word Count: 2.5k+

A/n: This is my secret santa gift for @holy-captain​ (sorry if it’s crap) Happy Holidays @bucky-smiles​

Bucky bumped into her freshman year, literally. He was walking down the hall of the school on the first day of class, not watching where he was going and ran into her, knocking her to the ground.

“Dude!” She’d yelled from the ground and glared up at him. “Do you ever look where you’re going? Or is your ego so big that you assume everyone will move out of your way because you’re a man who is pretty?”

Bucky held out his hand for her, she took it but didn’t stop glaring at him.

“You’re not going to apologize or anything? Typical,” she bent down and picked up her things.

“I’m sorry, I should’ve been more careful,” he said as he watched her carefully. “I’m Bucky, by the way.”

She stood back up and scoffed at him. “Good for you.”

He watched her walk away from him with a smile on his face.

* * *

Y/n sat in a spot in the middle of the classroom, knowing that she would probably only half pay attention in this class. Mostly because she’d taken it in high school, but the credits didn’t transfer, so she had to take it over again. 

Class was about to start and she was sitting at a two-person desk by herself and was thirty seconds away from celebrating until that boy, Bucky, who’d run into her in the hallway took the seat next to her.

“Hey, you weren’t saving this seat for anyone were you?” He asked. She shook her head at him and he pulled out his laptop and books.

She kept her eye glued to the front of the room not even bothering to pretend to take notes. She twirled her pen around her thumb as the professor droned on about the syllabus. Then instead of letting the students go, like most of the other professors would’ve, he kept them there and started talking about something that wasn’t even relevant to the class.

When Y/n’s curiosity got the better of her and she glanced over at Bucky’s laptop screen she watched as he began to play the Sims. Their table was parallel with the wall so there was no one behind him that could rat him out and she wasn’t going to. But still, Sims? On the first day of class? Bold move.

To be fair, she was seriously considering blatantly putting her head down on the table and taking a nap. Luckily, the professor dismissed class, and before anyone could say anything else to her, she darted out of the room.

* * *

While Bucky was determined to at least talk to Y/n, she was deadset on ignoring him. And much to her dismay, he continued to sit next to her in class. So for a few weeks, he would try and talk to her and she would either completely ignore him or just glare at him.

He stopped trying to talk to her as much, moving on to only greeting her at the start of class. To which her response a mere nod of her head.

It wasn’t until midterms when she was forced to interact with him.

“So for the final project,” the professor said meandering in the front of the class, “you’ll be working with your table partner.”

“Fuck,” she groaned and leaned her forehead on the table with a light thud.

The teacher droned on as she silently moped. She could feel the pure excitement wafting off of Bucky. 

Y/n was already convinced that Bucky was one of those people that liked putting off work until the very last moment. Which, Y/n was one of those people, but only when it came to solo work. When it came to group projects she liked getting things done as quickly as possible. Or at least her portion of the work.

Once the professor was done talking she lifted her head again.

“So, I think we should get together sometime this week and go over what we want to do and split up the work,” Bucky said.

Y/n looked at him surprised. Her mouth hung open for a moment before she answered. “Sure, sounds good. How about after class on Wednesday?”

His smile widened. “Sounds good to me.”

* * *

The term went on and they spent a lot of time together in the library, and once their project was finished they went back to only seeing each other in class. Except for the time when they found themselves at the same frat party.

Bucky saw her from across the room, she was sipping on whatever was in her red cup. She was glaring at anyone who walked too close to her. He smiled at her behavior and walked over to her. She gave him the same glare she’d given everyone else.

“Oh c’mon, we just spent half a term working on a project together and you’re going to treat me like you don’t know me,” Bucky said trying to sound hurt but he had a smile on his face that wouldn’t leave.

“I can know you and still glare at you,” she muttered into her cup taking another sip.

“At least the term’s  over.” Bucky grabbed an unused cup and began to fill it with an unsavory mixture of alcohol.

“Have you ever mixed a drink before in your life?” She sneered at him. “But term being over means that I have to go home and spend winter break with my family. Which will end with a trip to the hospital for sure.”

“Sounds like quite the family get together,” Bucky said adding sprite to his drink.

Y/n made a gagging noise. “I cannot stand here and watch you drink this monstrosity,” she said as she walked away.

Bucky didn’t see her for the rest of the night. He wondered if he would ever see her again, that it would be one of those things of ‘what if’?

* * *

It was a year later and finals week was right around the corner. Y/n had about a million finals coming up and she was stressed.

She’d just spent twelve straight hours at the library, she was supposed to be working on her reports or at the very least studying. Neither of those things happened, she spent almost every second of that time staring blankly at the screen saver on her computer or playing the sims.

With her laptop now in her backpack that was hanging off her shoulders, she stood in the middle of the grocery store. She felt that if she was going to finish any of the reports she had due, she needed some form of substance, healthy or not, to get her through these last few hours.

It was about two am and the store was practically deserted. The buzz from the fluorescent lights and hum from the freezer lulled Y/n into a trance as she stared at the ice cream section for way too long.

“Hey, stranger.” 

She whipped her head around to find Bucky Barnes standing there in plaid PJ bottoms and a dark blue crew neck. She said nothing only offering a nod of her head as a greeting. She went back to staring at the Ben and Jerry’s options before letting out an annoyed groan.

“Is everything ok?” He asked.

“What the fuck do you think pretty boy?” She asked through clenched teeth. She could feel the lump in her throat begin to rise and the tears well up in her eyes.

“What’s wrong?”

She scoffed keeping her tears at bay. “Everything. I can’t figure out what I’m going to do about my multiple six-page reports I have due at the end of the week. All of the notes I have for my classes don’t make sense. I think I wrote them in Russian but I don’t speak Russian. And now my boss is telling me that they might be laying people off. And to top it all off I cannot find chocolate chip cookie dough.”

“Isn’t this it?” Bucky opened the freezer door and pulled out a pint of ice cream.

“That’s dairy-free,” she said no longer able to hold back the tears. She started sobbing right there in the middle of the aisle.

Bucky put back the pint and a couple walked by giving Y/n a judgemental look.

“What the fuck do you want?” She yelled at them.

“Sorry,” Bucky apologized with a shrug, “Finals week.”

The couple scurried away as Y/n continued to cry. She muttered complete nonsense and was convinced that Bucky had just left her alone to cry her heart out.

Until she felt a hand on her shoulder. She looked over to see Bucky still standing there this time holding a different pint, both blurry from her tears.

“C’mon, I think you need a break from everything,” Bucky grabbed her hand a led her towards the checkout stations. 

* * *

They sat on the bench in the park blocks in the middle of their university. Bucky was silent as Y/n ate her ice cream. Bucky didn’t want to tell her that it was too cold to eat ice cream outside because it was the only thing that had gotten her to calm down and she had been insistent about not being inside for a bit. And he wasn’t about to let her sit outside in the middle of the night by herself, no matter how many times she told him she would be fine.

“When we first met I thought you were a dick,” she said, her voice muffled by the bite she’d just shoved in her mouth.

“To be fair, I did run into you.” Bucky chuckled at the memory.

“And knocked me on the ground, but I was mostly referring to the fact that we had to do that project together. I spent that entire term thinking you were just some pretty boy who thought he could skate through life because people would give you what you wanted -”

“Because I’m pretty?” Bucky teased as he bumped her shoulder with his.

“I was going to say ‘because you think you’re hot shit’ but yeah I guess that works.”

Bucky sat back on the bench and looked at the street lamps that lined the pathway.

“I thought you were really pretty when we first met,” Bucky whispered.

There was silence from both of them for a moment.

“I still do,” he said. He turned his head to find her staring at him with wide eyes. “You’re one of the smartest people I’ve ever met. You’re going to get through this finals week and every other one just fine. I wouldn’t be surprised if one day you became my boss.”

She opened her mouth to say something but nothing came out, except a yawn.

“We should get you home before you fall asleep here on the bench.”

Bucky stood and offered her his hand. She took it and he helped her to her feet. The walked through campus until they got to her building.

Bucky started laughing when she stopped in front of the stairs to the building.

“What?” She asked.

“This is my building too,” Bucky smiled.

Y/n laughed and they walked into the building together.

* * *

Y/n had four more questions on her last final and yet she could focus. Hoping that she had gotten enough of the questions right, she filled in the remaining bubbles on her scantron and turned it in.

She walked into her building and got into the elevator completely in a daze. The doors were just about closed when an arm stopped them and she was joined by no other than Bucky himself.

He didn’t say anything as he walked into the opposite corner. Y/n wasn’t sure how to talk to him after that night in the park. But it was just a short elevator ride before they got to her floor and this encounter would be over.

However, it would seem that her luck had run out because between floors five and six the elevator stopped.

“No, no, no, no, no,” Y/n whispered as she frantically pressed the button for her floor.

“I don’t think that’s helping,” Bucky said. “Besides sometimes it will start back up on its own.”

She glared at him and turned back to the doors. 

After what felt like hours but was probably closer to two minutes the lights flickered off.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” she muttered. She pressed the help button just as the emergency lights came on and she turned to him. “I’m having a terrible day because of you!”

“What did I do?” He asked.

“You can’t just tell me that you think I’m pretty and then go on and on about what else you like about me right before I have to take a shit-ton of finals. I haven’t stopped thinking about it all week and then through every test, I kept imagining what it would be like to kiss you which then turned into fantasies about just hanging out with you in a very domestic way and that’s disgusting. I don’t need this kind of bullshit in my life!” 

He took a tentative step towards her and she took a step back in an attempt to maintain the distance between them. They continued this dance until Y/n was up against the wall and Bucky was only a few inches away from her.

“You what?” He finally asked with a small smile on his lips.

“Oh don’t be so smug about it babycakes,” she snarled at him.

Bucky crossed his arms in front of his chest which highlighted just how big his biceps were, which pissed Y/n off even more. Over the course of a few days, his facial hair had grown, not enough to give him a full beard but his stubble had her thinking about what it would feel like between her thighs.

“What do you mean by domestic way?” He whispered.

“Ya know, just sitting around watching TV together and -” she scoffed. “I don’t have to clarify my thoughts of thinking you’d be a good boyfriend.”

She closed her eyes and hung her head to avoid the smirk she knew he had on his face.

“Do you -” he cleared his throat, “I can’t stop thinking what it would be like to kiss you.”

She finally looked back up at him to see the slight blush he has. Off of instinct alone, she grabbed his jacket and pulled him closer to her. She paused right before her lips met his and he closed the gap between them.

Bucky wrapped his arms around her waist trying to pull her closer to him and Y/n ran her fingers through his hair. Just as she was going to deepen the kiss a loud ding sounded off in the elevator and they broke apart.

“Are you ok in there?” A voice asked over the small but lough speaker under the buttons.

“Yeah,” Bucky answered a little breathlessly, “We’re ok.”

“Ok well, the fire department is on their way.”

Bucky smiled at Y/n.

“So after we get out of here -?”

“We should talk,” she finished, but she had a lot more than talking planned.

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It’s International Fanworks Day!

Or at least it was, since it’s now past midnight at my house. On my old blog I had an ongoing tradition where on this day every year, to show my appreciation for my fellow fanfic writers, I would post a recommendation list for some fics that I think deserve more love. I adore my fellow creators now just as much as I did then, so I’ll be moving my tradition over to this blog now. The rules: For every ship I read for in the past year post no more than 3 fic recs. It’s always so hard to narrow it down, but if I don’t this post would turn into an absolute monster every time. Of course, I’m always available for more recommendations upon request.

Zimbits:

Excuse Me While I Kiss This Guy by PorcupineGirl

My favorite kind of miscommunication is the hilarious kind, which is exactly what this is. Snowy thinks that Bitty is just Jack’s college friend who he severely underpays for his cooking. Snowy just wants Bitty to know what he’s worth. This fic is funny and cute but also protective Jack in this is so good. This is a fic I’ve come back to read multiple times. Outsider POV.

A Tolerance for Pain by uniqueinalltheworld

Jack and Bitty’s soulmate indicator is that they can feel each other’s pain. At this point Bitty doesn’t even flinch when Jack burns his tongue on his coffee. This of course provides exactly the kind of angst I enjoy, so you can imagine how much I love this fic.

Edible Arrangements by CoffeeStars

As you can see, I quite enjoy outsider POVs. This one also provides wonderful amounts of hilarity. Realistic portrayal of frat boys for sure, the utter chaos one would expect. Hilly is a tadpole and is pretty sure Bitty has a sugar daddy. This fic is very sweet but also makes me laugh a lot.

Spirk:

This pairing in particular was almost impossible to narrow down my choices for.

rhadamanthus by spqr

Set (mostly) just after the events of ST:ID, Jim finds out Spock is trying to access his medical records. I really enjoy the way this fic is told, the way it occasionally jumps around in the timeline to specific points. For a short fic it does a very good job of bringing up some very intense emotions, and I’m always a slut for Spock finding out about Tarsus.

Echolocation by Darksknight

Super cute fic. Plays on the idea of Vulcan mental bonds in a really adorable way. Definitely a fic I’ve read multiple times at this point. Jim and Spock’s bond is affecting them in ways they don’t even realize, but the crew certainly does.

A Monument to All Your Sins by sinestrated

Oh the protective Spock is so good in this fic. The angst is exactly what I signed up for, and Spock being full willing to commit murder for Jim always hits so good. After the events of ST:ID Jim is asked to retake the Kobayashi Maru. Spock is very not pleased at the effect this has on his t’hy’la.

Reylo:

Soul Searching by OptimisticBeth

This was actually the very first Reylo fic I ever read and really set the tone of the pairing for me tbh. I totally blame this fic for my obsession with Modern AUs for this pairing now. I’ve found perfection once and I’ve been searching for it again ever since. For real though I felt that the characters were captured really well in this fic, especially since they were ported over into an AU, and the plot is super original and handled very well in my opinion. There’s angst, there’s fluff, I laughed, I cried, it hit the whole range of my emotions. Rey is in high school when she finds out she’s soulmates with her English teacher. This goes about as well as you’d expect.

The Trail Bride by SecretReyloTrash (BadOldWest)

I actually just finished reading this fic a few days ago and it was a wild ride from start to finish. I took a lot of joy in telling my friends I was reading an Oregon Trail AU, but also just really enjoyed reading this fic. The author obviously knows the details of the story’s setting very well (I certainly learned a few things), and Rey and Ben both experience very well done character development throughout the course of the fic. Another fic where I’ve been made to feel a lot of different emotions and loved every minute of it. Rey’s husband dies on the trail, and unfortunate circumstances lead her to needing a new one quick. Of all the available bachelors, Ben Solo looks to be the least terrible.

Until You by Ever-so-reylo (Ever_So_Reylo)

I feel like this fic just really cuts to the core of why I enjoy Reylo, which is Ben Solo saying “I hate literally everyone except for my wife.” This fic really captures the essence of that and delivers it in a pure, concentrated dose, which is something I really appreciate. An ABO Modern AU where the rules around caring and keeping Omegas are very strict and Ben will ignore as many of them as he has to in order to make his mate happy.

#International Fanworks Day 2020 #fanfiction #ficrec #reylo #spirk #k/s #zimbits