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thedarkcoven · 10 months

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Kylo Ren Dirty Thought #1

NSFW WARNING AS ALWAYS MINORS STAY THE FUCK AWAY PinV. Unprotected sex. Rough. Hair pulling. Dirty talk. Kylo hate fucking. Choking. Force choking. Innapropriate usage of the force/”BDSM’ style use of force. Kylo is not nice. Public sex (sorta. Everyone can hear you screaming in the ship thats in range). Pet names (Pup- based of an AI experience I had. My pet). Face fucking. Kylo just needs to let off steam okay. Unrealistic amounts of come (ya bitch got a cum kink okay lemme alone lmao) @melodyreadsfanfiction @melodygatesauthor @charmed-asylum @moonystheorem @leeus-writing <3 For @masterkylo <3 If ANYONE wants to be added to any Taglist of my SWs/Kylo/Poe writing please let me know and send me some ideas you’d like to see <3 I’ve recently became a Kylo hoe and I plan on showing more love for our Supreme Leader

The sounds of things breaking and yelling was a clear give away that Supreme Leader Kylo Ren was in another one of his moods which was 90% of the time. He was always like a child throwing tantrums when things didn’t go his way so you usually steered clear until you realized you were in his chambers cleaning... Fuck... Fuck fuck fuck. You began to panic as you hear the heavy steps of his boots against the tiles as he neared his door. Your body shaking and your throat becoming dry when his dark gaze landed right... on... you... His next victim to take his anger out on. He wasn’t done venting and his tantrums usually lasted hours. You swallowed the lump in your throat, feeling yourself shrink as Kylo slwoly stalked toward you until you were trapped between the wall and his wide broad body. Kylo lowered his head slowly until his lips were even with your ear; his voice low and dark. “You’re scared of me... Good. You know I can take whatever I want and right now I want you. You will be my personal little fuck toy until I say I am through with you... and you’re going to thank me after. Understood, pup?” When you didn’t say anything Kylo growled and gripped a handful of your hair at the abck of your head and pulled your head back until your eyes were staring into his. His nose brushing against yours as his warm breath fanned against your already hot skin. “I said... Is that understood, my pet? Use your words.” “Yes, Master.” You managed to squeak out in a shakey meek voice, shuddering at his actions. The Supreme Leader forcefully pushed you down onto your knees, his fist stillw rapped aroudn your hair as he undone his pants, pulling his long erection out of the confines of his black trousers. The head of his cock was leaking precum. It glistened in the dim lighting of his dark chambers as he groaned pumping his gloved hand around it slughtly before rubbing it agaisnt your lips. “Open.” He demanded. His voice was hoarse and full of a new found hunger as he glared down at you. You barely had time to think before he stuffed his large cock into your mouth, an animalistic growl escaping his lips as he held your head in place and becan fucking your skull. He didnt care of you were gagging or struggling to breath. It was just fueling him even more to go harder, forcing his cock all the way down your throat until your nose was pressed against his pelvis just above his throbbing member. A loud groan was pulled from him as he through his head back, his dark chocolate locks falling back as he slowly rocked his hips to meet your open mouth. “Such a good little pet for me. So obediant for your Master.” Kylo pulled away, pulling you up before slamming his lips into yours. The kiss was wet and sloppy full of tongue and desperate moans from the both of you. You tiptoed as you struggled to be closer to his height since you were so small compared to him. His free hand moved down and squeezed your ass, giving it a hard smack before pulling away and stripping you quickly. You felt your face become warm as his eyes roamed your body. Before you could get any words out Kylo pushed you face first down into the mattress of his bed and grabbed at the round of your ass before you felt something tight around your throat and wrists. A weak whimper left you as you quickly realized he was using the force to hold you in position, choking you but not to the point you couldn’t breath. A choked moan escaped you as Kylo pressed into your tight slick channel. Kylo winced as he kept a hand on your ass as he began moving hips slwoly at first just to break you open. “My my, pup. You’re enjoying this arent you? You’re cunt is so wet and clenching around me so tightly. So-fucking-tight!” He threw his ehad back as he slammed his hips into yours, putting emphasis on his last words as the wound of your wet noises filled his room, bouncing off the solid dark walls. “Ah you do... Good little pet for me.” Your moans were pornographic and whiny as he drove his hips deep into you, rubbing against that sweet spot inside of you. Letting it build and build until he pulled out, his hand coming down hard against the plump of your ass with a dark chuckle. Right before you came down from almost being close to the edge Kylo slammed back into you going even harder. Kylo pulled your head back using your hair to get a better angle, rolling his hips deeply causing you to scream and cry out in pleasure, your legs shaking making it hard for them to hold your weight. Kylo let out a low groan as you clenched around him, making his hips stutter slightly before he pulled you up more making your back rest against his abdomen, his other hand releasing the force on you and using the force to now put pressure on your clit. “Tell let. Let everyone... fucking.. know... who... you... belong... to!” You cried out loudly, screaming out his name as he slammed as ahrd as he could into you, his words being huffed out between his gritted teeth. All you could do was scream and cry out his name in praises as you came undone, your orgasm hitting you hard and making you shake uncontrollably as he chased his own orgasm. A hoarse whimper left your lips as you felt his cock swell and twitch inside of you. Releasing thick hot ropes of come into you. It felt endless as he slowly rocked into you making sure you milked every last drop from his cock before he slipped out with a wince. “That’s a good little pet... What do you think your dear old friend Poe thinks about you becoming my little slut? I’m sure he enjoyed the sounds from down the hall in the interrogation room.” He said with a smirk.

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toxicanonymity · 10 months

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Empire Builders. Ben's Hardware Ch. 3

5.4k / Ben Solo x Rey / ch 1, ch 2

WARNINGS: I8+ mdni. Sexual tension, gaslighting, another woman tries/fails to seduce him, angst, dubcon via uninformed force connection, ben jacks off, unsafe P in V (in force connection). Hardware Store AU explained. Strategic planning humor. Excessive plot. Beta/Star wars consultant: @dark-scape A/N: Written in February 2023. This chapter has far more world building & background than necessary. Like I set up way too much stuff for a miniseries, but I wanted to answer some reader questions. And at least the world is constructed in my head for future use.

Ben opens his eyes and looks around his office. There's a leather couch, a chaise, an end table, a credenza stocked with high-end liquor. It's certainly too high-end for the general manager of a local hardware store, but Ben likes things a certain way, and so do the clientele. He zips up his pants. With Rey, he feels like he's doing nothing wrong. He has his own rules for himself about the force connection, although they continue to evolve.

The first time it happened, it took him by surprise. He felt a familiar tingle in his nose, the same faint tingle he gets when he uses the force. And there she was in her bed. He watched her for a few minutes, growing more and more aroused. Then he gave it a shot - he invited her. And there she was in his house. After that, all she had to do was want him and he could tune in at will.

He may tune into Rey's cute little thoughts about him sometimes, and especially her sexy little thoughts, but he only interacts when he's clearly invited. When she desperately wants him.

In a way, Rey is in control – or, that's what Ben tells himself. If Rey wants something from him sexually, he makes sure she either asks for it or takes it herself. He merely makes suggestions. He opens her eyes to the possibilities. Rey may not understand it, but Ben barely understands it himself. Certainly not well enough to explain it to her. It would be like trying to explain to someone why water is wet or how to breathe. It's not Ben's fault Rey doesn't know she's force sensitive. Most people don't know about the force at all, and they're better off that way.

Ben never had a chance at a normal life. His parents dedicated their lives and his to using their powers for good. He didn't understand why teachers asked what kids wanted to be when they grew up. Did anyone have a choice? Ben even went to the FBI academy at Quantico and started in the Behavioral Analysis Unit. It just . . . Didn't work out. Or, it didn't work out *the way his parents wanted*, to say the least.

His parents' names followed him everywhere. Everyone had this very specific idea of who he was and what he was about before they even met him. Everyone had expectations. His entire career was laid out for him. He'd probably be the director one day. Without the freedom to be his own person, he grew bitter and angsty. It was only once he interacted with the most dangerous criminals that Ben realized the choices he could make.

Ben feels like he's protecting Rey by not cluing her in. The only thing he feels a little guilty for is using a Jedi mind trick on her. It's a little gross in principle, but he was protecting her by making her forget what she saw between him and Hux. Ben works for dangerous people, and Rey is far too curious for her own good. If Rey were to find out the store is funneling supplies to a dangerous criminal organization, it would not only ruin the whole set-up, but her life would be at risk.

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Ben goes back downstairs to the store and passes Hux on the stairs, who's on his way up to the office. Hux asks, "Want me to run those numbers for tomorrow?"

Ben has no idea what Hux is talking about. He sighs, "What's tomorrow?"

Hux looks worried that Ben forgot. "Uh, the retreat, right? Corporate?" He uses finger quotes when he says corporate.

"Fuck me," Ben mutters under his breath. "Yeah. Thanks."

How could he have forgotten? He knows how - Rey is a total distraction. Empire Building's strategic planning retreat - what a joke, but Ben doesn't have a choice. Who plans a retreat a week before Christmas? An organization that considers itself your only family.

Ben wants to get out of it. "Hey, Hux - shouldn't one of us stay here to watch the store?"

"Yup, that's why I'm attending remotely. I'll be here in the office and go down to the store during the breakout sessions."

"Actually, I wouldn't mind staying. You deserve the break," Ben offers.

"Ben, no offense, but you know nothing about running a hardware store. That's why I'm here in the first place."

"It's only two days," Ben says. He's annoyed, but can't really dispute the assertion that he doesn't know what he's doing. He's a hobby carpenter, which used to give him a false sense of handiness, but he's eaten his fair share of humble pie since opening the store. If he had to run any other department besides Wood, he'd be in trouble.

Hux sighs. "Alright, I wasn't supposed to say anything, but you're being honored. You can't skip out."

Honored? That intrigues Ben. He tries not to seem too excited, though. "Whatever," he says. "Yeah, run the numbers, but run them by me before you share anything."

A buzz saw whirrs in the distance as Ben steps back onto the floor of the hardware store. He wants to learn to manage the store himself, he just doesn't want to learn from Hux. He walks by the key-making station and the staff member greets him. He thinks about shadowing the keymaker to learn something new, but he goes to Lumber instead. They're filling an order of custom-length 2"x4"s.

"Want a break? I've got it," Ben says. The woman stops the saw and offers Ben her protective glasses. He takes off his jacket, puts on his apron, and rolls up his sleeves. He pulls on a pair of canvas gloves. He can feel the woman checking out his ass as he bends over to get the first piece of lumbar lined up just right. "15 minute break," he tells her. "You don't have to clock out." She walks off then Ben fires up the saw and cuts the wood.

He's finishing up by the time she comes back. He gives her the goggles back.

Ben puts his jacket back on, collar popped, and goes out to the nursery and picks up the water dispenser. He waters the tropical plant section and inhales the fresh smell of lush foliage mingling in the air with the sawdust from carpentry. He thinks about how much he enjoys the hardware store. He would love to just manage the hardware store one day and have that be his whole job. If only things were that simple.

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The next morning, Ben drives his bulletproof Range Rover with dark tinted windows to the retreat, which is two hours away. He dresses in all black and lays a charcoal blazer in the passenger seat. He pulls up to the hotel at the last possible minute. He opens the glove box and puts his old beat up Glock in the back of his pants. He doesn't carry it all the time. It's truly gnarly, but it works, and it's a family heirloom. It was returned to him from the District Attorney's office after his grandfather died. He puts on his blazer and makes sure the notched Mandarin collar is standing - he doesn’t like his neck exposed. Then, he tosses his keys to the valet

There are two huge guards at the door dressed darkly in plain clothes. Ben knows one of them and gives him knuckles.

There are only a couple dozen people attending but they've branded it like it's some huge event. Ben would prefer to sit with his back to the wall in any given room, but there's a seat reserved for him in the second row. The retreat kicks off with a speech from the Emperor, which is a big deal. No one knows his real name and Ben has never heard of him appearing in public before. He hangs on every word at first, but it's a pretty general speech about the importance of loyalty and how prosperous they are together. Yawn. Then he talks about adversity.

He continues, "As we all know, we had some challenges last year. Now, I don't have anything against journalists - heck, my granddaughter is one - but they tend to stick their noses in places they shouldn't." The crowd murmurs. Ben starts listening closer again

"And it's not like the old days where we can take care of one problem and it just goes away. They've gotten smart. They've gotten digital. Setting up dead man switches and whatnot. Anyway, after the Post article last year, and the boycotts, each of our biggest suppliers suddenly grew a conscience at the same time. Construction came to a total standstill. For two months we built nothing." He lets that linger in silence for a moment, then continues, "Until one of you had an idea." His eyes twinkle as he looks at Ben. A few people quietly cheer. Someone behind Ben pats him on the back and Ben turns his head a little and smiles on acknowledgement but keeps his focus straight ahead.

In truth, Ben saw the Post article coming. The way they were handling their business it felt inevitable. But it would have been a big risk for Ben to try to change how they were doing things. Instead, he started anticipating the fallout and plotting to save the day.

"Ben's Hardware, ladies and gentlemen." He gestures to Ben. "We're back in business." He makes Ben come up to the front and presents him with a ruby signet pinky ring. When he sits back down, Ben sees Hux sends an applause on the Zoom screen behind the speaker podium. Ben's tries not to roll his eyes.

"That was real strategic thinking, and it got us out of a real jam. I want all of you to start thinking strategically. That's why I've brought in a consultant this weekend." He gestures to his right and an attractive young woman stands up. "This is Paige. She's going to get all of you thinking like Ben." She smiles at Ben and he swallows.

Ben wonders how much Paige knows and what's in store for her. This is sloppy. He manages a small smile.

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The first session is a SWOT analysis of Empire Builders. Paige talks through their Strengths, Weaknesses, Opportunities, and Threats. It turns into somewhat of a post mortem of what led to the Post article and boycotts.

Strengths: Reputation, resources.

Weaknesses: Disloyalty, competing priorities

Opportunities: Services. Diversify disposal.

Threats: Attention. Regulation.

This is a load of crap, and Ben is 100% sure Hux is just eating it up, scribbling notes and making stupid plans. He rolls his eyes at the thought. This is worse than a load of crap, he realizes. Nothing good could possibly come from openly strategizing about how to expand this criminal enterprise.

Ben could have walked right into a different crime family and taken his grandfather's seat, but that would have been the easy road, and he wouldn't have been met with true respect. He knew he was capable of sitting at any table he wanted, and chose a different family. A rival family. He's climbing from the ground up by merit. He whacks off a bad egg here and there, but he builds his reputation with brains more than brawn. He's bringing the family into the 21st century.

As part of his plan to make himself indispensable, Ben shared one of his many good ideas - the hardware store. He shared just enough to climb one more rung on the ladder, and now they want all these goons bumbling around trying to bring something fresh to the table? He would hate for this family to implode before he has a chance to destroy it himself and build his own dynasty.

In the SWOT session, they discuss some of the points together, but it's awkward because no one knows how much Paige knows about the organization or when she's supposed to get whacked. They keep trying to be vague, but they're really conspicuous about it. Ben tries to peer into Paige's inner world to find out how much she knows, but he realizes he can't see anything at all, much less read her thoughts. He wants to test a hypothesis that the sexual attraction and tension with Rey is what's creating their connection.

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They take a break and Ben takes off his blazer. He leaves it on his seat and goes to the bathroom. He looks in the mirror as he washes his huge hands, then he unbuttons two buttons and rolls up his sleeves. He feels kind of slutty doing this, but in a hot way, if he's honest. He runs his long fingers through his dark hair and swallows. When he sees his Adam's apple in the reflection he remembers his most powerful weapon. He should've made an acceptance speech.

Before they get back from break, Ben approaches Paige with a twinkle in his eye. He talks about nothing. He uses the lingo. He gesticulates with his massive hands and shifts his weight flirtatiously as they talk. He flashes his charming smile and compliments her on the dumb SWOT analysis. He tries to keep talking. He crosses his arms and watches her eyes drift to his forearms. When it's time to re-start the session, he heads back to his seat and glances back. She's definitely checking out his ass.

"What do we mean by 'diversify disposal'," someone asks, and Paige doesn't know how to answer it. So she doesn't know everything after all.

One of the big wigs chimes in. "You'll recall the Post article was primarily the result of a specific disposal that was discovered at a construction site. Which led them to look at other construction sites, pulling permits, and employment records, and so on and so forth. All that fuss started with one sloppy disposal."

The man still looks confused. The big wig makes a subtle gun gesture out of view of Paige.

"OH, disposal," the audience member realizes. "Okay and diversify that how?"

"Well primarily by considering properties that don't trace directly back to Empire Builders. And techniques that lessen the residue over time."

"Like lye?" The man asks. Paige swallows and doesn't know what to say.

Ben interrupts and saves her. "Have we thought about *reducing* disposal?" He asks the big wig.

The big wig laughs. "It's a core part of our business model."

"Reducing unnecessary disposal? That's when things get sloppy, right?"

"Go on."

"Like say you hire a person for one job, like a conference, but they have a diverse business skill set. That person could potentially be reassigned to, say, logistics and supply chain management?"

"Instead of. . ." The big wig is thinking. "Right. Good question Ben. Let's take that offline."

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After the session ends for the day, Ben goes to the hotel bar. He wants to check in on the store but needs a drink before he can even think about talking to Hux. Mainly he's curious if Rey came by. He knows she wants to. Ben orders a whiskey on the rocks and thinks about Rey. He feels like she has all the control. He only gets to see her when she shows up to the store. He thinks about the way she blushes under her freckles and her dimples and her perky tits and how bad she wants him. He's horny.

As Ben examines his drink in his large hand, a sultry voice startles him.

"Ben's hardware, huh?" It's Paige. She slides her small hand onto his shoulder and puts her other hand on the back of the stool next to him. "Anyone sitting here?" He must have really worked his magic earlier.

"No, please." He welcomes her to sit. His sleeves are still rolled up.

She orders him another drink. "Another one for him. And one for me."

Paige reaches for Ben's large hand and inspects the ruby signet ring on his pinky. She wants to try it on. It's too big for even her thumb. One of the big wigs watches casually from the end of the bar.

Paige asks too many questions, and Ben doesn't give her any answers. He doesn't want to put her in more danger than she's already in. Also, part of him wonders if she's a trap. Maybe they've realized what he's known all along - that he's the future of this empire - they need to know he can be trusted and won't get distracted by competing loyalties. Even if it's not a trap, Paige isn't Rey, so that works against her.

At the bar, Paige is all over him. It turns him on. He's not that interested in her, but he's only human. She finishes her drink and slips Ben a key to her room. She scribbles her room number on a napkin with lipstick. He wants to leave the key and the napkin on the bar, but he wouldn't want a worse guy to bust into her room in the middle of the night, so he takes them with him.

Ben looks at his phone and has a missed call from Hux. He decides not to call him back, lest Hux think Ben answers to him. Plus, Ben is exhausted from being "on" all day. He's a solo creature and having to pretend to enjoy "the family" really takes it out of him. Especially with all eyes on him as an honoree. He felt like he couldn't let his guard down for even a moment.

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Ben retires to his hotel room alone he washes his face and hands and grabs the hotel lotion. He props up two pillows and lies down on top of the bed without unmaking it. He crosses his large feet and studies the pattern of his argyle socks. He really prefers stripes these days. He should overhaul his sock drawer. He reads the label on the lotion, then moisturizes his enormous hands. He holds the napkin in his hand and runs his thumb over the room number, which is just a few rooms away.

He recalls the way Paige looked at him and gets hard. He starts to think about whether he should just do it. It's not like he and Rey are dating - they haven't even gone out once. On the other hand, hooking up with Paige wouldn't do anything but physically get him off, and he still wouldn't be satisfied. He runs his long fingers over the mark on his neck. There is only one person who can satisfy him now. His eyelids are heavy.

Ben palms himself through his pants and debates whether he should try to force connect with Rey. If he does try to connect with her and she isn't already thinking about him, it could startle her or make her question everything. He decides to take care of himself instead.

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Ben takes takes off his slacks and hangs them on the back of a chair and lies back down. He leaves his shirt on and pulls his boxer briefs down. He closes his eyes. He wraps his hand around his hard shaft and despite how big his cock is, it almost looks normal sized in his massive hand. He's proportional.

He's almost too tired to do it, but his arousal wins over. He spits in his hand. He thinks about Rey sitting in his lap and begins to slowly move the skin on his shaft, lazily and in short, firm strokes, just getting warmed up. He thinks about her furrowed brow and her soft little sighs and how her warmth felt against his cock.

Before he can get far, his nose begins to tingle. Ben yanks up his boxer briefs and palms himself through them as he closes his eyes to let it happen.

But before he can see anything, Ben hears a moan echo from the bathroom of his hotel room. He lies there frozen, wondering if his ears deceive him. Then, he hears splashing and squeaking from the bathtub. He jolts up and grabs his Glock from the nightstand. He holds it in both hands, his arms straight, and slowly approaches the bathroom. He turns the door knob with one hand and pushes it open before resuming his stance. Steam billows out of the door and the mirror is fogged up.

The door creeps open the rest of the way on its own, and Rey is in a robe. Thank God she's facing away from him. He lowers his gun and quietly rushes back to the bed, taking huge strides. He puts the Glock in the nightstand but doesn't close it all the way.

The sink faucet turns on, then off. Rey emerges from the bathroom and looks around curiously. She doesn't look surprised to see him. He hasn't done it on purpose, but the collateral gaslighting might be driving her mad. Surely she hasn't figured out how this works.

Ben is lying on the bed in his boxer briefs and button up shirt. He's still hard. Her eyes meet his. "Ben," she says. It's the first time she's said his name to him and it's the sweetest sound. Her eyes scan his body, resting on his underwear longer than anywhere else. She looks away shyly then he sees her remind herself it's not real. She gains confidence and smiles demurely at him. "Where have you been?" she asks. "Where are we now?" She crosses the room slowly.

Ben ignores the questions. "Well, you found me," he says. Her eyes rest between his legs again. He's emboldened by her continued belief that this isn't real. He adds, "And you found me in quite a state." He strokes his hard length from outside his boxer briefs. "Is this what you were looking for?" He looks down to his lap then meets her eyes again as he strokes himself slowly. He knows it's what she wants. He still wants her to say it.

Her hair is damp. Her skin is rosy. He's disappointed to have missed her bath, but glad she's here now. Rey approaches the nightstand, then stands facing the bed, not far from him. Ben wonders how much she can see in this room. Can she see the napkin? The Glock in the nightstand? If she can, she ignores them. She lets her robe fall open "Maybe so," she says. That's close enough to a yes for him.

Ben sits up in the bed and pivots to face her. He sits on the edge of the bed and takes both her hands in his. He spreads his knees. She stands in between his legs, close to the bed. They search each other's eyes. He can feel all her thoughts even stronger now. She wants him bad. He scoots closer to the edge of the bed, barely on it. His large feet are firmly planted on the floor.

She wants his body against hers. He brings his hands around her waist to the small of her back. Her figure is striking and her skin is so soft and smooth. He gently nudges her closer. His knees are spread wide with plenty of room in between. She comes as close as she can and his clothed hardness meets her bare skin.

She starts unbuttoning his shirt. She looks even prettier with no makeup. He strokes her damp hair, then cradles her pretty little head in both of his massive hands and brings her face to his. Their eyes close. Her lips part. Their mouths meet softly, then the kiss grows hungrier. She wants Ben inside her. He slips his tongue into her mouth and she meets it eagerly. She finishes unbuttoning him as they make out.

Ben moves his hands down each side of her neck, then to her collar bone. He slips the tips of his fingers under each side of the robe and slides his hands gently to her shoulders. She shrugs off the robe. His hands slide from her shoulders down to her breasts and cup them gently. He takes one nipple into his mouth and moves his other hand around her back, down her spine as he tongues then sucks her breast.

Her skin is supple and her ass is round. He grabs a cheek in his large hand and pulls her into him, then his hand slides down her ass crack between her legs. His middle finger reaches her pussy and she’s so fucking wet. He releases her breast from his mouth and grabs her ass with both hands. He stands up and lifts her off the ground in one swift motion. Her legs wrap around him. He turns around and lays her down on the bed and their faces meet again. His nose brushes hers as their lips come together. As he reads her mind, he’s struck by the intensity of her passion for his nose. He’s so fucking hard.

Her fingers curl under his undershirt. He takes it off and she marvels at his physique - his sharp shoulders, his broad chest. Her hands trace his hard pecs, then his abs, and his happy trail. Then she slides her hand inside his boxer briefs and seizes his huge, swollen cock. Her hand feels so good. He thrusts into her and her other hand grabs at the hem of his briefs. He takes them off. She wants him inside her so bad, but he wants her to say it.

He reaches a large hand between them to finger her while she strokes him. As his long digits slide against her slick folds, he says, “You can have whatever you want.” He knows there’s only one thing on her mind and it’s his cock.

“I want all of you,” she says. She releases his cock and it smacks against her hip bone, then he removes his hand from between them and grinds his hips into her. His hard cock slides along her folds and her head falls back. Her neck is so delicate. It’s hard to resist putting his hands around it but he doesn’t want to scare her.

“Take it,” Ben snaps hastily. “Take what you want.” She opens her eyes wide and grabs his cock again. She swipes a bead of pre-cum around the head, strokes him for a second, then rubs his cock against her folds again. She wraps her legs loosely around his back.

Ben kisses her deeply on the lips and grinds into her hard. He can feel her wanting something beyond his body, beyond this room. “I want it to be real,” Rey says.

“This isn’t real?” He asks with a twinge of guilt. It’s an inopportune moment for this conversation, in his opinion. He just wants to be inside her.

“I want you in real life,” Rey says.

He slides off her and rolls onto his back, breathing heavily. He cradles his massive, aching erection in one hand, loosely stroking it. “I do too,” he says.

“How do I know?” she asks. She rolls over on her side to face him and hooks a leg over his closest leg. Her face is quizzical, but he can still see the want in her eyes. She traces his pecs and her nipple grazes his bicep.

“You just know.” He laughs. “I know you know.” Rey climbs up and straddles his big thighs, hovering her lower abdomen near his cock as she searches his face. He'd say almost anything to fuck her right now, but he settles on something reasonable. “Give me your number or something,” he says. "then I'll make sure you know it. I promise."

She relaxes. "Okay." She seems to view this experience as some way of accessing her intuition or some kind of mystical guidance on how to get with him in real life. She feels like she has her next step now. She'll give him her number.

“Can we still have fun meanwhile?” He asks and his hips lift up under her.

She smiles. The only thing on her mind is his cock now. She grabs it again and scoots forward more, her warmth hovering over his aching balls. He sits up and kisses her passionately as she grinds into him.

He nuzzles his nose against hers. “Whatever you want,” he says. Her hips roll into him more intensely until she rolls off of him and back onto the bed, lying face up, pulling him onto her. He brings his whole body down into hers and she grabs his cock and nestles the tip at her entrance. Ben kisses her deeply as he plunges into her. She moans as the thick head parts her seam.

He gives her a few seconds, then thrusts again, further into her. She digs her fingers into his back. Her cunt is so hot and tight. He feels like he could come at any second already. “More,” she says.

He pulls out an inch or two then plunges all the way in and she moans. They sloppily kiss as he thrusts into her again and again. They sweat and their hot bodies slide against each other. He knows he’s hitting that special spot deep inside her. He knows she’s close. And so is he, his pleasure is building rapidly.

As Ben pounds into her, Rey begins to whine and her face contorts. “Yes, yes, Ben." He feels a pang of pleasure in his balls at the sound of his name in her mouth. She says it again and he kisses her desperately before his name is gone from her lips, like he's catching it in his own mouth. She comes and her walls clench around him, and he starts to come, too. He slowly thrusts into her as his cock erupts. When his balls are empty, he pries his lips away from hers to look at her. His hair falls into her face and she tucks it behind his ear.

There’s a knock at the door. For a moment Ben hopes Rey can't hear it, but her face screws up. Ben ignores it and kisses Rey's neck sweetly, trying to make her forget about it.

Another knock. "Ben, I know you're in there," Paige says from the door. Rey's eyes water.

Ben wants to explain. ,"No, it's not - hold on. One second," Ben whispers to Rey. He gets up and starts toward the door. When he glances back, Rey is looking at the napkin and key on the nightstand. Before Ben can answer the door, Paige says "Whatever, you've got my key."

Ben turns around to come back to bed, but Rey is gone. He stews over it for a while, but there's nothing he can do.

The second day of the conference, Paige starts off cold toward Ben, but she tries to cozy up to him more during the breaks. He tries to play nice but he's upset about the night before. There's no way she could have known, but it still bothers him. He replays Rey's thoughts in his head and he's fairly sure her infatuation and attachment will win out over apprehension.

Paige's presentation talks about waste and efficiency. One of the types of waste is underutilized resources. Ben doesn't want to say it in front of Paige, but he feels like his capabilities are underutilized. There are so many times they forgo mind tricks in favor of straight-up offing someone. It would be cleaner to just to make them forget.

Of course, a mind trick doesn't always work. He can't imagine it would work for someone like Mitaka who worked full time for them. What memories would the person be left with? Plus, there are different rules for snitches. But as far as Ben knows, a mind trick would've worked for the disposal that ultimately led to the Post article. Ben keeps his mouth shut, though. He doesn't want to draw more attention to himself by bringing up his capabilities. Plus, he knows better than anyone that sometimes your temper just gets the best of you.

After the session, during the social hour, Ben gets invited on a hunting trip. He says he should really get back to the store. A big wig slaps him on the back and asks if he can tour the store the day after tomorrow. Ben agrees.

Ben really can't wait to get back to the store.

Thank you for reading!

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nonasbirthday · 1 year

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Muir plays a little fast and loose with her similes. On the first page of Gideon the Ninth, Gideon leaves her cuff on the pillow “like a chocolate in a fancy hotel.” 100 pages later she doesn’t know what a salad is.

This is either an author who is unable to let go of certain turns of phrase, even when the narrator would have no frame of reference for them, OR it is a brilliant representation of how someone living under a rock (or in a cult!) picks up some pieces of basic info and totally misses others.

#on the one hand she’s a brilliant writer. on the other hand she CAN and WILL force memes into the text inappropriately #is gideon just provincial or does muir just want to use specific similes #the locked tomb #gideon the ninth #gideon nav #nonasbirthday

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blueish-bird · 11 months

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Denji is either:

a. willing to sacrifice his own comfort/barriers in order to save his loved ones (bummer interpretation, makes me sad)

b. deconstructing his comphet (more enjoyable interpretation; happy pride month!)

#csm spoilers #csm 132 #csm part 2 spoilers #love how Yoshida wasn’t even fazed by it jfgkf #Denji’s like: ok. I want sex. so that means everyone else wants it too. this guy is definitely gay so I can try to gain some control here.#and Yoshida is in fact gay. but there are larger forces at work or whatever so he’s got other priorities #so far part 2 Denji has been projecting his horniness/desperation for sex onto his peers and his peers Not reciprocating or relating At All #and part of that might just be bc in part 1 he was actively pursued by his peers and older women — with the goal of using/controlling him #which became what he was used to I’m guessing. but now that’s gone. he probably found some (unhealthy) satisfaction/validation in that attn #so now he’s recalibrating and trying to reconcile his previous experiences/expectations (where he was treated inappropriately)#with being a more ‘normal’ teenager #my csm thoughts #my csm meta #meposting

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cloudyfacewithjam · 1 year

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THE MANDALORIAN - Chapter 17: The Apostate

#star wars #the mandalorian #din djarin #grogu #my stuff #inappropriate use of the Force I can approve

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itspileofgoodthings · 11 months

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#but actually can you guys say a prayer about teaching for me?#I know it’s mostly because it’s the end of the year #but a lot of stuff is just forcing its way to the surface #and basically it’s just me struggling with my natural strengths as a teacher and the boundaries of appropriateness that are necessary #to maintain it #like first of all. the beast that is my anxiety compounds everything and makes it so scary and terrible #secondly I thought I had. Like. A total handle on all of it #Teaching and boundaries I mean #and of course I do not #and part of it is that the anxiety that always kept me within the right lines is just shifting and changing #and I’m just distanced from some of the stuff that used to keep me grounded #like my family right now!#the new adulthood is adulting!#anyway like. I am not doing anything inappropriate or close to it (sounds like I am when I deny it lol)#but I am aware in a new and newly exhausted way of the absolute dangers #of being the kind of teacher who uses all of my personality etc. to wake kids up #And make them respond #but then still have to want to need to keep certain boundaries up #And I’m trying to figure it out but of course I CAN’t Do it perfectly #and then it’s so hard when your personal life is so hard and you’ve just gone through so much change in such a fast period of time #And it just feels like everything is spinning #and your heart aches and you’re tired and you just feel like you’re right at the center of all this emotional chaos #and all these people who wanna pull you off course and get you to cross certain lines #and some of the lines are just weird and arbitrary boundaries you put up to protect yourself when you started teaching at 23 #Because you HAD to #So you can take some of them down and it’s fine but then there are some boundaries you know you need to keep up #And it’s more subtle than the black and white stuff re: appropriateness #Just the stuff that protects you and makes it easier to be the kind of teacher and influence that you want to be #and just trying to figure it all out while you’re exhausted and it’s the end of the school year #it’s just a LOT. A lot a lot

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curlygirlybitchachos · 2 years

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Clone reader

Ahsoka: hey Y/n!

Y/n: yes Commander?

Ashoka: can you help me with something?

Y/n: anything you want Sir.

~later~

*Rex and Anakin talking*

Ashoka: Master! Help!

*Anakin and Rex run to Ahsoka and saw nothing*

Anakin: Snips? What happened?

Ahsoka, shyly looking up at the ceiling: Y/n helped me with my training and we run into a problem.

*them looking up*

*Y/n on the ceiling, looking like a scared tooka cat*

Rex, nervously: please Sir. Get him down.

Anakin: Y/n! Are you okay up there? I'm gonna help don't worry! *Anakin using the force, messing it up, Y/n hits the floor* oh force...

Y/n, standing up: I think I'm done for today. *passes out*

#star wars #clone wars #star wars incorrect quotes #incorrect clone wars quotes #anakin skywalker #ahsoka tano #captain rex #clone reader #inappropriate use of the force #somebody help y/n #force yeet #clones deserve better

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dykekakashi · 2 months

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oh. she needs so much watering PLEASE

#i can't take this job yet i have 3 wips #it's speaking to the inappropriate use of the force tag searcher in me tho /:

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thenightmarketofdathomir · 2 years

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I have GOT to know what the boys would do around someone they've come to admire but said person doesn't know they're Force Sensitive. Or maybe they do know but don't know what to do with it, or they're hiding it? So really I'm asking for Force Connections and how they would feel eachother through the Force. I NEED FORCE ROMANCE BABYYYYY.

They're trolls, you know that right? They're competitive, they will fuck with you, and they will make things awkward. And you will love every minute of it.

Let's assume, for the sake of convenience, that we've forgone the Rule of Two and everyone's involved in some capacity of Academy training.

My preference is Sith, but you can choose the course of study for yourself.

I . Force Flirting

Feral uses the Force to lift your hair (if you've got it) or tweak at your robes. Little gentle flutters designed to get your attention -- to look around to find out who's doing it. He's a bit of a tease: giving you a grin that warms you thoroughly when you find him, but can be easily smothered until next time when he gets bolder.

Savage floats random flowers to you while you're studying ancient texts. It's cute until there's a pile stacked up beside you, and a Zabrak halfway across the compound removing an entire rose bush from its roots because you haven't been paying attention to the charming offerings he's been leaving you in a stack. They smell nice, at least.

Maul doesn't understand the definition of flirting. He trips three acolytes on the way to the training pavilion in a demonstration of his prowess and his power as if you might admire him better for it, and defeats each of his opponents quickly and with a viciousness, two of them by cheating, just to see if you notice him. Every time you ignore his displays, he gets a little bolder, until finally, one of his victims crashes into the wall next to you. He's thrown them. It gets your attention.

NSFT below 👇🏻

ii. Force Seduction

Feral sends lewd visions: little snippets that end abruptly. Teasers meant to titillate, images of what he'd do to you give the chance: your hands on the wall, bent over by the hips, his teeth on your throat in a display of dominance, your nipples pinched between his fingers. Your favourites arrive when you least expect it -- flashes of filthy, desperate things that leave you rattled and wet for him: the ridges of his cock glistening with slick, or the rare, treasured feeling over overwhelm that comes from an orgasm. Just a sliver; a little impression. You spend your days and nights thinking of him, tortured into near-rapture, indifferent to everything but the next image he'll send you like it's a promise for what's to come when he actually touches you.

Savage traps you during one of your training regimens. The simulator is meant to destabilize and distress, but you find yourself walled between two strategically shifting obstacles as the ground gives way. He appears between them, smirking, and disappears. It's a moment before you realize he's altered the obstacle course you're using to train, and the thing you need to escape is him. The floors move. The walls cave. And you find yourself running the gauntlet, not to escape him, but to lure him deeper as he gives chase. It's a thrilling feeling, knowing he's manipulating the game -- hemming you in until all other exits are lost. It's a show of his strength, you're certain: but you don't mind when the walls close off behind you, eliminating all escape routes as he appears. The walls fold in with a gesture and silence descends. He smirks when you tell him, "If you wanted to get me alone, you might've asked nicely." But Savage is a man of few words, and when he bends down, leaning in for a kiss, he lifts your legs easily to wrap around his waist with a huff of laughter. You bite his lip.

Maul is the worst of them because he has no shame whatsoever. The result is sitting through a lecture where you can still feel him, even though he sits halfway across the room, invisible fingers dipping between your legs and into your shirt. It becomes a game, because you can watch him from a distance just as he plays with you: unadulterated, shameless, unfolding clothes and slipping between your folds -- indifferent to everyone around you, trying to make you scream with every stroke and caress; every press of plush lips in places that leave you squirming. Breathing hard. Making fists as he fucks you with a subtle gestures beneath his desk. You know he can't feel it, but he loves watching the show -- and you, wanton and desperate, head thrown back in a room full of people, clenching on invisible fingers thrusting into every orifice, cursing his name in the same breath that you scream it.

#Darth Maul #Savage Opress #Feral Opress #Feral (Star Wars)#Maul #Darth Maul x Reader #Darth Maul x You #Savage Opress x Reader #Savage Opress x You #Feral Opress x Reader #Feral Opress x You #Darth Maul Smut #Savage Opress Smut #Feral Opress Smut #Inappropriate Use of the Force #Sith Academy #the night market of dathomir

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toxicanonymity · 11 months

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Aisle 39. Ben's Hardware

5250 words / Ben Solo x Rey

Warnings: I8+ mdni. Sexual tension, dubcon (via uninformed use of force connection but she wants it), dry humping. I 🖤 Dry Humping. Hardware Store AU but more than meets the eye.

A/N: posting my first fic in any fandom since I never posted it on Tumblr aside from the AO3 link and Tumblr is home now 🖤. I'm resisting the urge to improve it 😅 I'm not even gonna reread before posting. It was originally reader insert but @dark-scape translated to reylo. Lmk if you want the reader insert version instead and that can be arranged.

Rey visually undresses him. He inhales through his strong nose, meets her gaze, and cocks an eyebrow: “Now that’s an idea." He sinks all the way back into the cushions, his huge palms on his thighs, as if to take in the moment with a subtle, satisfied smile. He then abruptly sits back up and starts unbuttoning his shirt. As if on command.

Rey drives through the streets of Jakku. It's a chilly day, but bright for mid December. The sun is in her eyes, but the drive isn't long enough to commit to finding her sunglasses. As she turns into a parking lot, she sees the cafe next door is open and realizes it will be the perfect day to grab her favorite nutmeg butternut squash soup with their signature green tea bread if she can make it out of the hardware store before the lunch rush really picks up. This is a rare opportunity because the cafe's hours are aligned to typical office job hours when she’s normally across town.

Rumor has it the hardware store is locally-owned now, and she wonders how much it’s changed. She's taken a vacation day to finish some holiday shopping and errands, and thought of an easy home improvement project last night to spruce up Finn and Poe’s house while she housesits and takes care of their cat Bebe. She wants to fix the dimmer for the light above their kitchen table. The knob has been missing for awhile now, and even when you twist the naked peg, the lights don't dim, so she assumes the bulbs aren’t the right kind. She figures she can fix this with a new plastic knob, a 4-pack of dimmable LED lights, and five minutes of labor. She can finish it off with a little red bow on the new dial. This will be a nice surprise and will also give her an excuse to procrastinate her other errands.

Turns out, not much has changed. She clip-clops through the sliding doors in her warmest boots and still sees orange aprons with names hand-written in sharpie. She immediately locates the light bulbs and spends a few minutes longer than necessary deciding which pack to get. She looks at her phone and sees she has about ten minutes until the lunch rush, so it's time to find the other item she needs, the knob.

She looks up and sees a worker. He's wearing a dark gray jacket over his apron, and what looks like a lighter gray hoodie under it. It isn’t that cold in here, she thinks . She almost leaves him alone, but something on his apron catches her eye. She can't see the name, but barely sees the edge of an expertly doodled death star. Bold choice.

He's got a nice head of dark hair, chin length, tapered around his face, but out of the way enough to see his eyes are brown. He runs his hand through his hair over the top of his crown as though slicking it back, then some of the strands fall back down. His face is a mix of heart and square shaped with a masculine jaw and strong nose. He has the stubble of a mustache and soul patch but no beard.

He has beauty marks, so many. How many? Are they just on his face or all over? He has an enviously clear complexion and looks like he tans easily. He's kind of tall, but not looming, maybe because his head is bowed slightly as he lifts a crate of lightbulb boxes and begins to unpack it. He seems athletic, hard to tell with what he's wearing. He has a youthful vibe but isn't exactly boyish.

He carries himself like he knows more or less what he's doing, but doesn't take the job too seriously. Rey imagines he wouldn't be the best candidate to tell her how to do a project, but he must know the aisles at least. She doesn't like to be a bother, but hopes it's an easy enough question, and he's standing right there. He can tell she’s about to ask him something and looks up. The whites of his eyes are clear and sparkly. Rey wonders if hers would be like that if she blinked more, which leads to her unintentionally fluttering her lashes.

She finally says, close to a whisper, “Can I ask you something?” I asked… if I can ask him something. She groans inwardly.

She isn’t prepared for the gentle baritone voice he responds with, "Yeah. Sure."

"Uh, where can I find the light switches and dimmers?"

"AISLE 39. I think. Here, I'll show you." He sounds about twice as old as he looks. Those few words he speaks are enough to flip a switch in Rey. Her heart is melting at the same time her mind is racing. She can't tell for sure because he’s so bundled up, but she imagines he has strong arms and is in great shape based on the vascularity of his hands as he holds his barcode reader. He's working in the middle of the school day so he's got to be at least 18, not that he looks any younger, but Rey tends to think in worst case scenarios. Realistically, she would peg him for mid-twenties, but his voice sounds at least two decades older.

He walks her to aisle 39 and stops. She thanks him for his help, and as she turns to walk in the direction he pointed, she realizes she’s slightly blushing and she’s been silent. She doesn't want her shyness to come off as cold, so she makes eye contact and lets a little smile sprout from the left corner of her mouth across her lips, small but beaming. She hopes it doesn't come off as a smirk or make him self conscious. She can't tell whether he's the self conscious type.

She figures she can find the item herself from here, and doesn't think to ask him about the specific product. She wanders nearly all the way down the aisle, but after several minutes of searching (albeit distractedly), Rey is relieved to see him come back with another customer. He's helping a man find a specific thing, not a whole aisle. She’s jealous, even though it was her own fault not to ask. She hopes he sticks around and asks her if she found everything okay, but when he's done with the other customer it seems like he's about to leave.

She quickly approaches him. “Can I- can I ask for your help again?” Asking to ask again. Do I always sound this ridiculous? She tells him about the dimmer she’s looking for, which is apparently called a rotary switch.

To her surprise and delight, he talks far more than he needs to about rotary switches. His dark velvet voice is lulling Rey half into a fantasy while she struggles to continue listening to his words. He repeats almost every word she says back to him coolly and casually. And these aren't complicated concepts. She isn’t sure if he's practicing an active listening technique from sales training or is simply aware of his effect on women. Or his effect on her. She stands inches from him and looks into his eyes. She wonders to what extent her white cheeks have bloomed into roses under her freckles and given her away.

"You need a dimmer?" He looks her in the eyes, but she’s transfixed on every flex of his jaw and twitch of his lip as he talks.

"Yes, but just the knob, not the whole thing,” she says.

He nods thoughtfully then confirms, "So you just need the plastic part?"

“Right, there’s still a stick you can use to turn it, but it’s naked,” Rey confirms. She pulls her phone out of her back pocket to show him what kind of set-up the panel has and what part she needs.

"So on the panel there's an up-down switch, and a rotary dimmer."

“Yeah." She shows him the knob on the store's app and says, "I think the dimmer part is in stock.”

He replies "Oh, it says aisle 2?" He looks in that direction like he’s trying to remember what’s in aisle 2. He must be new.

"No, we’re in the right aisle. It's wrong on the preview page, but if you click into it you can see," she explains.

"Oh, ok. This is what you need though?" He locks eyes with Rey.

Just like that, she’s imagining him taking off his apron and hoodie at the end of the day, revealing meaty biceps that want to burst out of a black, soft washed t-shirt. Running his large hand through his hair. Flexing those beautiful arms as he peels off the shirt. A smooth torso with hard pecs, scant chest hair. At the thought of this, the left half of her bottom lip starts to creep under her left front teeth, and he cracks a smile for the first time, from the right side of his mouth, almost like a mirror image to Rey’s. His teeth are pretty but unassuming. They're close to white and not overly straight.

Her cheeks grow warmer and she looks away, responding to his question with a slight nod, which she hopes doesn’t read as hesitant, before resuming eye contact. “Yeah,” she quietly confirms.

"But you don't need the regular switch, right?" He speaks with a relaxed beat, not rushing the conversation to its end.

"Uh-huh."

He's speaking low and soft and looks back and forth between Rey’s eyes, not at the screen they’re both supposedly studying. "You just need the dimmer."

"Yeah." She feels like this is being drawn out to the point of overkill, but she’s not complaining.

"And you only need the plastic part." Every time he speaks is like music.

"Yeah," she confirms, barely audible, with a smile.

He continues to search her eyes and she repeats, "Yeah."

For a brief moment, he seems to gaze at Rey as lustily as she knows she is looking at him before he gathers his thoughts. She feels self conscious and suspects by the amount that he’s talking he must know the spellbinding effect his voice has on her. But if that's the case, she supposes there’s no harm that could come from him knowing it.

"Okay, let’s go over here," he says as he leads her back to where she started at the front of the aisle. "I think I see it.” He crouches down to get something from the bottom shelf.

"That’s it!" Rey says with a grin.

She feels bad for not crouching down with him. She’s always self conscious of making people do too much work, but then she also doesn’t want to make it awkward by taking over. So it's not that she expects him to serve her, she’s just frozen. He starts to pull the small product off the metal rods. It's the exact one she’d shown him on her phone, but she notices a better color next to it. Rey squats down and as she looks at the package to the right of the one he's holding, he almost looks disappointed that he didn't pick the exact unit she needed.

She says, "This one is even better, it'll match the old yellowed white." As she slides the package toward her, her right thumb almost imperceptibly brushes his left hand which is still holding the other package. She hasn’t even thought about his package yet, but the lightest brush of his skin is enough to short Rey’s circuits. She gets nervous and stands up, thanks him twice with a genuine smile and that's all she can do.

"No problem," he says, and that's all. As Rey watches him walk away, she feels an odd desperation to hear his voice again. She thinks about making up another question and recording him with an app. Is that creepy? It’s a little creepy, but not full-blown creepy, right? It isn't an option to never hear his voice again. She briefly glances around and he's nowhere in sight. She gets a hold of herself and makes her way to the self checkout line and pays.

Scanning the parking lot as she leaves, Rey wonders which car is his. When she gets to her car, she realizes she doesn’t have her keys. She sheepishly walks back inside and grabs her keys and receipt from the self-checkout terminal she just used. She looks at the receipt - “Ben’s Hardware”. So it did change ownership. She feels someone watching her from the aisle straight ahead, but tries to play it cool. She smiles and shakes her head in disbelief as she turns around and leaves, heart pounding.

Rey forgets all about the soup she was going to get and drives on autopilot to the house to install the dimmer and bulbs. What was that back there? When did I become so shy? It’s been a long time since she’s felt a visceral longing for someone, too. She can feel the animal inside of her awakening from a years-long slumber. She isn’t worried about it, she welcomes it. It’s tame. She has the maturity and experience to stay in control.

She pulls into the broken driveway and parks under the carport. Bebe runs to greet her and Rey bends down to pet her when she opens the car door. This should be an easy but impactful little project. She enters the kitchen, and takes the rotary dial out, dismissing a ridiculous passing thought that she should have bought the white one, too, because he touched it. She tears the packaging open and holds the off-white plastic rotary dial in her hand, smiling as she remembers all the ways he described it.

She raises the cream plastic dial to the light switch panel and glances at its underside, confirming it’s compatible. The unsheathed rotary peg juts out from the panel in anticipation. She holds the dial by its outer edge, aligning its hole with the peg, and gently eases the peg inside. The dial slides all the way on and snaps into place. It sticks out a little far from the wall, but it works. Then she unscrews the light bulbs in the cheap chandelier one by one and replaces them with the dimmable ones she bought.

Finally, the moment of truth - she presses the rotary dial, which turns on the lights, but when she rotates the dimmer, it dims nothing. The dimmer wiring itself might not be LED compatible. Of course. It looks like she’ll have to go back to the store, but not today. She does her shopping and begrudgingly runs errands, and finishes off her day with a warm cup of rooibos.

When she gets in bed, her mind drifts back to Him. She’s dying to hear his voice again. He was so calm, aloof, but somehow radiating power. She interprets it as sexual energy, but she wonders if she’s just seeing what she wants to see. To keep his voice in her mind, she imagines him narrating, “So. This is your bed… we’re going to use an extra blanket tonight, because it’s cold.” She feels ridiculous. But when she drifts off to sleep, there he is.

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Rey is in a living room, but not hers. It’s a subtle mid-century style with huge windows and modern touches. It’s dimly lit with a fire roaring behind a glass. He’s slouched on a stool at a wet bar, drinking something on the rocks. He’s wearing black slacks, a form-fitting charcoal button-up shirt, untucked, with the cuffs unbuttoned. He has one foot on a rung of the stool and another with its heel on the ground as he looks at his glass.

He looks at Rey and puts down the glass. “Drink?” he asks, standing up to go around the other side of the bar. Rey watches him. “Whisky? Wine? Water?” he asks, while filling a glass of water. “I’m fine,” she replies. He puts the glass of water down on the smooth granite in front of a second stool that’s still tucked under the bar. As he walks out from behind the bar, he lets his fingers graze the leather seat of the closest stool. Rey notices he’s shoeless, wearing black and gray argyle socks. Why is he so quiet?

Right on cue, he says, “Well, you’re here. What do you want to do?” It’s so vivid. Rey is frozen and says nothing. Her heartbeat quickens. He paces patiently. There’s a teal sectional facing the fireplace. The living room has soft carpet that feels new under her bare feet. He walks across the living room, crossing into It a breakfast nook with an oak table. Behind the kitchen table, he reaches for the wall and lightly touches a conspicuously cheap looking dial that dims the room further. He comes back toward Rey, and pauses between the breakfast nook and living room. There’s a cabinet separating the spaces, about the same height as the kitchen table. It has a record player and a box of records sitting on top of it.

He approaches the record cabinet, which is about hip height to him. He’s facing Rey, with the cabinet and the entire living room in between them. With a casual stretch of one leg, he spreads his feet to lower himself a little and look at the records. He rolls up his sleeves, glancing up at her with his tan forearms flexing. He thumbs through the vinyl records, which appear to have no words on the covers. He has his head down, his hair has fallen slightly in his face, and he’s glancing up at Rey every few seconds as he thumbs through the box.

He starts reading out the names of records, and her butterflies intensify at the low rumble of his voice. “Led Zeppelin III,” “Some Girls,” “Get Behind Me Satan,” “Ocean’s 11,” “Travis” “John Wick 2” The foliage outside rustles gently against the window. The next time he looks up at her, he doesn't look back down. It’s an expectant gaze as though to see if the sound of his voice was effective. She squirms a little and blushes. He holds her gaze, squints slightly, and smiles a little. He’s finished going through the records. He doesn’t put anything on the record player, but a song she likes starts playing anyway. Think, by Kaleida.

He gives Rey a mischievous, inquisitive look, and runs his hand through his hair as he walks over to the sectional. He takes a seat and hinges forward at the hip, putting his elbows on his knees and clasping his hands together. She admires the shape of his forearms. He raises his clasped hands upright and sets his chin on them playfully, his biceps straining his sleeves as he meets her eyes. He says, “Well, here we are at my place,” which she doubts. Rey doesn’t know what she expects his place is like in reality, but it isn’t this refined. He chuckles, removing his elbows from his knees and resuming a more grown-up posture. With arched brows and an otherwise straight face, he says, “Really.” His brows relax again. “What do you feel like doing?” His voice floods every inch of her body with a yearning to be touched.

She doesn’t know how to answer him. She doesn’t know how she got there or what’s going on, but the combination of his voice, eye contact, and arms are enough for Rey to begin visually undressing him. He inhales through his strong nose, meets her gaze, and cocks an eyebrow: “Now that’s an idea." He sinks all the way back into the cushions, his palms on his thighs, as if to take in the moment with a subtle, satisfied smile. He then abruptly sits back up and starts unbuttoning his shirt. As if on command. . . Holy shit, Rey thinks. She realizes this is a dream. She’s lucid. It’s like a 5-d game where she can feel everything. In theory, she can do whatever she wants. What she really wants at this moment is to straddle him.

He glances down between his legs and coolly says, “sit anywhere you want.” She feels observed, even though he isn’t real. She walks over to the sectional and perches next to him on the edge of its velvet cushion. She feel herself getting wet. She’s wearing a gray stretch miniskirt–something she wouldn’t have picked out for herself–black leggings, and a green cardigan with no undershirt. He finishes unbuttoning his shirt and discards it on the floor. She sees exactly what she’d pictured earlier - a strong physique, his lightly bronzed arms straining against a soft washed t-shirt. “What’s your name,” he asks, and she feel a warmth growing between her legs. She tells him, “Rey.” “Rey,” he repeats, and she fruitlessly responds, “What’s yours?”

He sighs and gazes around wistfully, “Her name is Rey.” Then his eyes are back on her. He places a large hand softly on her knee. Electrified, she reciprocates. It’s not real, she reminds herself. She can do anything. The guy from the store will never know. She dares to run her hand a few inches up his quad and give his muscle a light squeeze. He exhales with the slightest little groan, “yeah,” and moves his hand to the small of back to urge her closer. She’s sitting next to him but facing him now, left leg folded under her, working her right hand up his quad.

The expanse of his thigh dwarfs her pale fingers on his black pants as she leans forward and lets her heel nestle between her legs to relieve some tension. A tsunami of tingling deep inside her spreads through her breasts. She grips his thigh for support, and lifts herself just barely, intending to bring the inner crook of one knee up over his closest leg in a cuddly way while remaining seated on the couch. A tent in his pants catches her eye and her skin starts to burn with urgency. If she moves too quickly, she wonders if she could startle herself awake.

As Rey raises her leg, he brings his far hand to it, gently coaxing her to move all the way onto his lap. Her skirt rides up over her ass as she follows his lead. He seizes one buttock in each hand, gives them a gentle squeeze, and takes a deep breath. She is overcome with arousal and takes her own deep breath, shuddering and blinking slowly as she exhales. Her legs are now spread wide open straddling his lap, but she’s hovering and hasn’t put her weight on him yet. Her head is a little higher than his in this position. He bows his head and nuzzles his nose into her cardigan between her breasts, closing his eyes and taking in her scent.

Rey’s modest chest is heaving against his face and he cradles her with both arms as she breathes. She places her hands gently on his shoulders, and slowly moves them inward to fondle the hair at the nape of his neck. She twirls a lock around her finger contemplatively, but she’s still hovering. His arms are under hers with his face still in her sweater. He drags his nose up to her neck and she feels her cardigan unbutton, exposing a lace bra, which is fastened in the front. He looks up at her and reiterates in an intimate whisper, “you can sit anywhere you want.”

Rey could tell from his breathing what would await her in his lap. Her leggings were already soaked. One by one, she scooted her knees closer to the back of the couch on either side of his expansive torso and let her weight down. She is now truly straddling him, her inner thighs and the intimate seam of her warm, moist leggings fully embracing his arousal. Her wetness spread through her leggings and into his pants. His lumber swells against her, pulsing into her aching nub. “Yeah,” he breathes. “Right here.” She leans forward to feel his full length, which spans from her privates to her belly button as he thrusts against her.

Over the course of a few blissful seconds, she feels his erection press harder against her, slide upward, then come back down, and repeat. His mouth finds her neck, then her mouth. She accept his lips hungrily and grinds back in rhythm. Her lips pull away as pleasure shoots through her gut and breasts. She leans her head back and gasps. He moves his way back down to her heart, nuzzling his nose along her neck then planting a kiss on her collar bone, another kiss on her breast.

Then his teeth lightly pinch her skin as they find the front of her bra. He looks up at her as the clasp flies open and her breasts are free. Her hard nipples are framed loosely by her dangling bra and the top half of her cardigan which is still buttoned, only at the bottom. She’s still wearing leggings, but his cock feels too good to leave it for even one moment to undress further. She continues to slowly grind against him as he moves one hand to her breast, keeping the other behind her for support. He palms one breast, lightly at first, grazing her nipple with the heel of his palm, then softly cups the whole breast, enveloping it in his large hand as he continues to slowly thrust into her warmth He uses his free hand to bring her close enough to kiss her other breast.

Rey is burning up now. He undoes the last two buttons of her cardigan and she lets it fall off her shoulders, discarding her bra at the same time. She reaches down to the hem of his shirt and slides four curled fingers underneath it. He helps her take it off, and she takes in the sight of his shredded torso. His right pec has a scar. She traces it with her thumb. His pecs are so hard. As she explores him, they continue grinding, then he gives a more emphatic thrust, like his cock cannot physically get close enough to her. She reaches between their loins and strokes his arousal through his pants, tracing the outline of his cock in detail. His pants are damp and shiny from her leggings and with a wetter spot of his own.

Rey needs him badly. He isn’t wearing a belt. She frantically searches for his button and zipper and carefully frees him. She holds, and beholds, the glorious, veiny shaft that lands in her hand. She savors the feeling of its soft skin as it throbs in her hand. “You. . . are a vision,” he murmurs into her chest, which is exactly what she was thinking about his package. She moves her thumb to the head of his cock, collects a bead of precum, and swirls around the head affectionately. Her brows furrow with want. He holds her tighter, closing the gap between them. He begins thrusting again, hard and slow. Rey grinds her throbbing warmth against his lower shaft while her hand is still in between them.

She feels the spine of her groin twitching and knows she’s close. She takes a deep breath and lets a sharper pleasure overtake her chest and groin. Her breath quickens as she nears her peak. She still has her leggings on. He reaches his broad hands into the back of her leggings, taking one buttcheek in each hand and moves her up and down against him. “I need you,” he breathes. They look into each other’s eyes and there’s something wild in his pupils, something dark, like a warm, black hole, drawing her in. “Take me,” she says. He reaches a hand behind her neck to cradle her head, and they gaze at each other, breathing, grinding. Then he pulls her face decisively to his.

Rey inhales through her nose as their lips meet hungrily. He kisses her hard, too messily to seal their mouths together, leaving his lower lip between her lips as he draws in a deep breath through his mouth. He then closes his lips on her upper lip, his teeth and tongue slightly grazing it. Half his mouth opens into hers, the other halves of their mouths still breathing heavily.

He shifts her slightly upward, wraps her around his waist, and she feels the head of his rock hard cock aggressively nuzzling her clit, up and down. His tongue finds hers and she lets it brush against her teeth. When she pulls away for a moment, he looks her in the eyes. They’re both moving faster now, and as they’re about to come, she folds herself into him, sliding her lips down his chin to his neck and opening her mouth, breathing against his skin.

His thumb finds her most sensitive place and one touch sends her over the edge. The pleasure is almost too much to bear. Her ass clenches as ecstacy blooms from her groin, her nipples, her ears, and deep within her gut. Muscles she didn’t even know she had shudder in release, and he wraps his arms tight around her, thrusting to the beat of her orgasm. She rides wave after wave, pulsating against his cock, and as another wave swells he groans, and she feels his cock begin its own contractions, intensifying hers.

Rey’s mouth is open against his neck and she’s breathing into his skin and as he unleashes a huge lode of cum, between them, soaking through her leggings, and gluing their clothes together. Her canines dig harmlessly into the side of his neck – she can’t resist – then she brings her lips to the flesh and seals it with a kiss. She collapses into him, loosely hugging him with her legs, and the two of them just breathe. Then he tightens his arms around her in a hug, and she looks up. She sees the mark of her teeth on his neck, and remembers no one else will see it. This isn’t real.

She nuzzles her head into her mark and blinks her eyelashes against his skin. He sighs slowly through his nose, then she feel the vibrations of his voice against her face as he says, “You are… remarkable.” She lies there breathing for a few minutes and he wraps them both in a cream, cable-knit throw. She falls asleep in his arms and wakes up in her own bed, marveling at how a dream can make one feel like they’ve experienced someone so intimately. She hadn’t had a lucid dream in years. She absently scratches an itch between her breasts and wonders how she can be sure to dream of him again tonight. Was it the rooibos, or the sheer will of her want?

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