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bits-and-babs · 1 year

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My love, I am begging for the tiniest crumb for Matt the Radar Tech. Anything related to him I’m so soft for. Whatever your heart desires! the sluttier the better tho— I have such a weakness.

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Matt the Radar Tech x f!Reader

word count: 1.3k

warnings: written by someone who has absolutely no fucking clue how D&D works, so PLEASE take all of this with a grain of salt. Weirdly inspired entirely by the Roll For Sandwich series on TikTok by @adventuresinardia. Filthy nerd talk, a lil’ dry humping, Nipple play, p in v sex, cream-pie (shut up, I know).

summary: Matt can’t seem to focus while introducing you to D&D.

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“Wait,” you mumble, staring at the copious sets of dice displayed across the durasteel tabletop, “You mean… I get to choose my character?”

No amount of Jedi foresight or Sith Holocron visions could possibly explain how Matt had managed to rope you into playing Dungeons and Dragons. Of course, you always supported his hobby— but throwing yourself into a roleplaying game that you had little to no understanding of left you feeling like you were floating in dead space, even with his arms wrapped firmly around your waist to keep you rooted to his lap.

“Yup,” he nods simply, pointing to the little sheet of paper with his scratchy handwriting detailing the breakdown of each character option. “You get to choose who you wanna be.”

You swallow thickly, feeling nerves settle in the pit of your stomach. Why did this feel like a Jedi youngling choosing its first kyber crystal? A path-defining choice that sealed your fate from the beginning?

“Uhm-… Well. Who do you play as?” You ask cautiously, feeling Matt’s chin settle on your shoulder, the frame of his glasses digging into your cheekbone as you pick up the character sheet.

“I’m the DM,” Matt speaks again, matter-of-fact in that frustratingly-adorable way that makes you turn your head pointedly and give him the kind of look that simply states ‘go on’. “Oh-… Dungeon Master. I control the gameplay- kinda. Don’t sweat the rules right now, Sunshine; just pick the one that speaks to you.”

Stars, Matt’s illegible handwriting is near enough impossible to read as it is, but throwing in unknowns like ‘NPC’ and ‘entangle spells’ leaves you feeling as though someone has removed your brain's hyperdrive.

Thankfully, each character class has been given its own pros and cons table, detailing why you should and shouldn’t choose them. Matt presses delicate kisses across your neck as you read through each list, words blurring slightly when he runs his hands over your thighs.

“Uhm…” you squeak, face burning hot as you stare at the white sheet. “T-The Fighter seems like a good option?”

“Good choice,” Matt mumbles, earnest in his compliment. His palm squeezes at your hips, humming softly as he slips the other under your perfectly ironed uniform. “They’re easy for beginners.”

“Yeah? Good,” you sigh shakily, happy that you’d at least made an intelligent decision. “Did-… Did your brothers play this with you growing up?”

“Randy did,” Matt nods, cupping one of your breasts and squeezing it through the thin material of your bralette. It’s hard to focus, to give him your full attention when he rolls your nipple between his thumb and finger. “Kylo had a habit of losing his temper.”

“Oh,” you whisper, and it’s so pathetically breathy that you want to smack yourself. Trying, instead, to distract yourself from Matt’s wandering hands, you point at the number set on the table. “Do-… Do you roll the dice to make decisions?”

“Mhmm-hm,” he hums, dragging his tongue across the flat of your neck with a muffled groan. He’s so clingy today, seemingly unbothered by your sudden interest in his roleplay game as he smothers you with kisses. “-or an outcome. Roll. See what you get.”

Shakily, you scramble to capture the golden, glittery D-20 in your palm. Matt continues to traverse your body, both hands squeezing at your tits now as he grinds his hips up into you. You can feel his cock, hard beneath your ass.

Desperate to distract yourself from the growing heat in the pit of your stomach, you practically throw the die across the table. It clatters, clanging against the metal before coming to a sudden halt. The gilded ink stares right back at you, a 20 clear as day on the face pointing to the ceiling.

“Oh- I got a twenty!” You say quickly, throwing your hands up in victory. Sure, you’re not sure what it means, but surely it’s good?!

Then your stomach squeezes, erupting in butterflies because you can feel the smirk that dances across your neck. Matt’s plotting. It’s not good when he plots.

“Know what that means?” He hums, his nimble fingers popping the button of your fitted uniform trousers with ease. “Means I get to fuck you.”

His filthy mouth floods your body with heat, jaw slack as he yanks the material over your hips. “U-Uhm- I don’t think that’s in th-the rules-!”

“I’m the Dungeon Master,” Matt states pragmatically, already pushing your panties to the side and fishing his hard cock from his flight suit, “I control the game.”

The head of his cock notches your entrance, your body begging for it with how easily you take his length. He groans loudly, burying his face into the crook of your neck as you seat your hips against his, taking him fully with one easy glide of his hips. He stretches you just right the head bumping something cataclysmic inside of you in this position.

“So fuckin’ sexy when you talk D&D,” he moans in your ear, frantic hands rumpling your uniform as he tugs it over your chest to gain access to your body easier. “Turns me on.”

“I-I don’t-“ you want to tell him how you have no idea what you’re talking about, that none of it makes sense and that you’re just guessing, but he rolls his hips beneath you, and your foundations crumble. You cover your mouth quickly, muffling your moans as he fucks up into you with skilled thrusts.

“Wanna dress you as a Druid. Wanna fuck you right here on this table during a campaign,” he runs his mouth, using his grip on your hips to push you down onto his cock, reaching depths inside you that have your eyes rolling. You tilt your head back, resting it on his shoulder as he pinches your nipple, teeth worrying your neck and sucking on the tender flesh so that a bruise will peek over your collar in the morning.

Commander Ren will kill you.

“Do you think they’d mind, hmm?” Matt asks you; his voice strained as his cock twitches inside of you. “I don’t think so. Think they’d be happy to pause the game to see these pretty lips around my dick.”

“Matt-“ you choke out, feeling him tear up against something ruinous inside of you. It surges up, his filthy words spurring it on as it amplifies.

“That’s it, Sunshine. That’s it, can feel it coming,” he slurs, dipping his hand under the waistband of your underwear to bear down on your clit with the pad of his index finger. “You gonna be good for me? C’mon, give it to me.”

Your vision goes white. It sparks static, rips through you like Matt had aimed a StarKiller superweapon straight at you. You arch your back against his chest, sobbing out a slurred mix of his name and a curse as your orgasm crackles through you.

Distantly, you hear the groan of bliss as Matt drives deep inside of you, the fluttering of your cunt drawing an agonised gasp from his throat as he cums. You’re sobbing loudly, the pulse of his load filling you, surging you towards a euphoria you didn’t think was possible.

The thudding of your pulse drowns out the sounds of the StarKiller base, and when you open your eyes, you find yourself gazing at the ceiling. You’re arched awkwardly against Matt’s body, the crown of your head resting on his shoulder as you come down from your impossible high.

“Oh…” you mumble weakly, listening to his heaving breaths in your ear. Your question comes out sounding more like a wheeze. “Are-… Are you sure you’re not a wizard? Is… that even a class?”

It’s quiet at first—a chuckle. But then Matt bursts into laughter, squeezing you tight to his body as it shakes with the peals.

“Yes! Yes, it is!”

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kylowritten · 11 months

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Close Quarters

Pairings: Matt the Radar Technician x PlusSize!Reader

Summary: You love working with your childhood best friend, it’s one of the perks of your job. But dynamics shift between you as a tricky assignment forces you into close quarters.

Warnings: slight size insecurities, partial nudity, kissing

Word Count: 2.7k

A/N: This request is for @judypahtootee ! I hope you enjoy😊 It’s the first time I’ve written for Matt so let me know what you think, hopefully my interpretation of him is what you’re looking for.

Your POV

"Oh. Um — wow."

"Yeah, I know," you say, self consciously running your hands over your uniform. "This was the last one they had left. Apparently one size fits all does not mean what you think."

Matt stands in the corridor, looking dumbfounded. His glasses adorably slide down his nose, and he pushes them back up, the slightest hint of a blush covering his face. Your stomach ties into a knot. He's probably embarrassed that he has to be seen with me like this, you think. Admittedly, you've been in worse scenarios together, but none of them have involved you in a fluorescent orange uniform clinging to every part of your body.

You quickly inform him, "It's just for the day, though. The new sizes come in tomorrow."

“Oh. Good,” Matt replies, averting his eyes.

A tiny part of you winces. Your socially inept friend since childhood has never been good with words, and you know that he doesn’t mean any harm, but you can’t help but feel wounded. Quickly, you push the thought from your mind — you have a job to do, and you won’t let your insecurities get in the way of that.

“So what are we looking at?” You ask, as the two of you start down the corridor. It takes you twice as many steps to fill Matt’s lengthy ones.

“The radar array is down in the second quadrant,” Matt tells you, all business. “We need to repair the damage and then recalibrate it to ensure that it’s functioning at optimal levels.”

You nod. Nothing out of the ordinary, then.

Especially when the Surpreme Leader, Kylo Ren, had a conniption fit every time something didn’t go his way, and you were called to fix it. The damage looks the same as always — electric wires sprouted from the walls, spitting out sparks, and long, charred marks sliced through equipment like the strokes of a clawed beast. A shiver jolts through you; you never want to be on the wrong end of a lightsaber.

“Hm. Weird.”

You shake your head little. Matt has already walked into the room where the radar array is stationed, and he bends down slightly to inspect a panel on the far wall. You join him, saying, “What’s weird?”

“It’s almost as if the internal mechanisms have malfunctioned,” he mutters.

You start to protest as he slips a gloved hand behind the panel, but it falls on deaf ears as he then completely (and effortlessly) rips the panel from the wall. A shower of sparks washes over you, and you cry out in surprise. When you’re feeling brave enough to open your eyes again — ready to face whatever marring you got — you realize that Matt had used his body to shield you from most of the affects, and now your faces were precariously close.

“Oh,” you breathe, unable to help yourself.

You’ve always liked Matt. You’ve never said it aloud, of course, out of fear of ruining your friendship. He probably wouldn’t return the feelings anyway. The proximity of him initiates a fleet of TIE fighters inside of you, all taking off at once and blasting from your stomach to your chest, where they lodge in your throat and prevent you from saying anything even halfway comprehensible. You stammer.

“Are you okay?” Matt asks. His impossibly dark eyes comb over your form, lingering in the places where your illfitting uniform clings.

You intake a ragged breathe. “Fine,” you tell him. Embarrassed, you turn away from him, unable to meet his intense gaze. You clear your throat. “So what’s wrong with this thing?”

His gaze lingers on you, but you refuse to acknowledge it. After a moment, he turns, and addresses the now-missing panel; there’s a portion of the wall revealed, and behind it, a whole mess of blinking technology.

“We’ll have to fix the internal mechanisms before we can move on, or else it will all be for nothing,” he says. Matt shakes his head in disbelief.

He takes a step towards the floor to ceiling section that’s missing, but almost immediately his broad shoulders get stuck. Matt laughs, albeit nervously, and tries again, this time from the side. He makes it a little bit further this time but inevitably gets wedged between the two walls.

He holds out an arm that you yank until he’s finally free. You smile as he dusts himself off. It’s no wonder he couldn’t fit — Matt had been practically enormous since he was fifteen. The smile, and your amusement, disappears when you realize that you’ll have to squeeze.

“Oh no,” you say. “No way.”

Matt frowns. “You have to, or else we can’t repair the arrays. You know if we don’t complete this that we could potentially lose our jobs.”

You want to shoot back, “then we can get new ones,” but you’re both aware that the First Order pays ridiculously well compared to any other jobs. Neither of you can afford to lose them. Plus, you genuinely love being a radar technician and getting to work on some of the most advanced ships in the entire galaxy.

“Fine. But how do I know what to do?”

Matt replies, “I’ll tell you while you’re in there, just describe it to me. It should be simple.”

Summoning your courage, you turn sideways and slide into the missing section. You barely fit, but manage to squeeze through, relief crashing into you. The narrow section opens into a room. No smaller than a storage closet, there’s just enough space for you to turn around comfortably in.

Buttons and levers and blinking panels all stare at you.

You hear Matt’s voice, muffled slightly, “Are you okay? Do you need me —”

“I’m fine,” you tell him. You give him a quick description of what you see. “Where do I start?”

“On your left there should be a series of green buttons. Press the first one, then release the lever directly above it, that should open up a small valve behind you.”

You follow his instructions. The lever responds willingly to your touch, and then somewhere from behind you hear the familiar clink of metal hitting metal and the valve opening. Your heart soars triumphantly. “Matt, I did it! I —”

Spinning to locate the valve, there’s a ripping noise and a burst of pain as a previously unseen bolt catches your uniform and pierces your skin. You curse. Not only does it hurt like a bitch, but your uniform is stuck, keeping you from making the full turn to the valve.

Matt calls your name. “Did you adjust the valve?”

“Um, no,” you confess. “Not yet. Hold on.”

You’re desperately clawing at your back. You don’t want Matt to know what’s happened, but you can’t seem to find the bolt that’s snagged you. Your fingers scramble to loosen the piece of uniform that’s stuck, but the material refuses to part from your skin.

“What’s wrong in there?” Matt asks.

“Nothing, nothing!”

It strikes you that the only way to free yourself is to remove your top and disentangle yourself from it and the pesky bolt. You grab the bottom of your tip and lift afterward. It easily rises.

Until you pull it up and over your face.

Dread opens inside you.

The uniform is too tight to remove, and it doesn’t budge no matter how much effort it takes to pull it the remaining way off your head. You slump in defeat. Now not only are you stuck, but your whole stomach and breasts are exposed, arms stuck above your head. Luckily you’re wearing your cutest bra, but it doesn’t necessarily help the situation you’re in.

You can’t see with the material over your eyes. Huffing, you say, “Okay, I lied. There’s a problem.”

“A problem?” Matt echoes. “Are you hurt? Is everything okay?”

“I’m not hurt,” you say. Well, maybe my pride. “But, um, I’m stuck.”

“Stuck? Like on what to do next?”

Your face screws up into an expression of frustrated disbelief. “No. Um, my…my uniform got stuck on a bolt or something in here. I-I thought that just taking off my top might help but it’s so fucking tight that now I’m…stuck.”

A few moments of silence. “Are you…naked?”

“Partially?” You remark. You describe how you’re still wearing pants, thank you very much, and a bra, but your shirt is over your head. You take a deep breath. Now for the part that you wish you didn’t have to say. “I…I need you to come in here and help me.”

“What?”

“I know you can’t fit, but —”

“No, no, if you need my help then I’m coming.”

You hear him try to squeeze through the opening, grunting and cursing as he goes. He draws closer, based on the volume of his grunting and cursing, and you quickly demand, “Close your eyes! I don’t want you to see.”

“Okay. Okay.” Matt’s presence warms the space, and he can barely fit inside it with you.

A heat pools between your legs. He smells incredible, the scent flooding your senses, and his hands falter as he tries to gauge the scene with his eyes closed.

Matt’s POV

Your skin rushes beneath his fingers, soft and sweet smelling. He doesn’t mean to touch your bare stomach but he doesn’t exactly know what’s going on, or where he even is. He keeps bumping his elbows and knees against the walls.

Slowly, Matt cracks open one eye. Then another.

The top of your uniform is indeed wrenched over your head, blocking your vision. Matt’s throat bobs. His eyes hurry to take you all in, greedy, as if at any moment the sight would be taken away from him. The pants of the uniform cling to your hips and thighs, sinfully tight. He hungrily studies the soft curve of your belly, your sides, and — Oh, Stars — the tops of your breast.

The closeness of the space has them so close, basically begging him to put his mouth on them.

Before he forgets what he was sent here to do, Matt unhooks the material from the bolt, then gets to work on your top. There’s no way for him to help without touching you, and each touch drives him wild. He angles his hips so you can’t feel the hardening in his pants.

He brushes over your breasts, the delicious dip of your collar, beneath your arms — and he’s gripped with the urge to touch you everywhere and all at once. Matt clears his throat. No. You’re his friend! And you’re obviously in a vulnerable situation, it’s inappropriate to be thinking this way. Not that he hasn’t before.

Matt finally promots the shirt over your chin, and with just one more tug, you’ll be mostly free.

He stares at your lips, parted in anticipation.

Matt doesn’t kiss you, however, no matter how much he wants to. His gaze lingers there, imagining what they would feel like, and then he closes his eyes and lifts the shirt over your eyes.

Your POV

“Oh, thank Stars,” you breathe. Your eyes pop open. Matt’s remain closed as he tugs the shirt up, and you help him disentangle it from your arms.

Matt’s hulking presence consumes most of the space. You’re pressed together, basically, and at this height you’re given a perfect view of his mouth and his plush lips.

You lean forward, then stop. What were you doing? Matt would never reciprocate your feelings and you can’t kiss him, now matter how delectable his lips looked and how desperately you wanted to feel them on yours. You pull back.

“Thank you,” you tell him.

He nods. “Anytime.”

Matt’s throat bobs, and you’re transfixed by the sight. Stars, why did he have to be so damn beautiful? And why was he so close?

He nervously asks, “Now what?”

“I-I suppose you can open your eyes. I’m not sure how else we’re going to leave.”

“Are you sure?”

“Um, yeah,” you say. In a feeble attempt to cover yourself, your cross your arms over your chest. It only pushes your breasts up further, though — you’ve always been cursed with a big chest — but it’s better than nothing. “Go ahead.”

Matt opens his eyes. There’s no way you miss out on the way he looks you over, like a starving man wanting to consume what’s in front of him.

His mouth parts.

“I know,” you quickly say, filling in the awkward silence. “I’m sorry you have to see me —”

“Sorry?” One of Matt’s brows disappears nearly into his hairline. “You don’t have anything to be sorry about.” His gaze dances away momentarily but darts back as if it can’t stay away. “If anyone needs to apologize, it’s me.”

“What? Why?” He backs out of the space first and you follow, shoving him from behind.

Matt bursts from the paneling and then offers you a hand. You take it, but as he pulls you out, you end up only inches from each other.

Matt takes a deep breath. “Because I…because I looked.”

“Oh. Oh,” you say.

Your cheeks burn from a blush.

“I’m sorry, I just —”

“Well it’s not any different from right now,” you remind him. You’re still overwhelmingly undressed compared to him. Your words prompt him to examine you again, but then he quickly looks away.

“I know but…you were trusting me. And I didn’t listen. I’m sorry.”

“It’s not like you haven’t seen me before,” you tease him. “I just went from the ugly, chubby kid to the ugly, chubby adult and —”

“What?” Matt frowns. “Who said that you were ugly?”

“Well, no one has to spell it out for me,” you reply. Your voice wavers, although you wished that it wouldn’t.

Matt shakes his head. “I don’t know where you got that idea. You’re…you’re beautiful. So beautiful. I’ve always thought that, even as kids,” he adds, and this time it’s his turn to blush.

“Don’t lie,” you say.

“I’m not lying,” he replies.

A serious expression settles on his handsome features. He steps toward you, propelling you back. Your spine collides with the wall, but he keeps getting closer, trapping you. Nearly all sense of control flies out the window as he traces a finger over your cheek, down your throat, and between your breasts. The finger trails over your belly, then hooks into the front of your pants. He jerks his hand back, effectively pulling you into him so that your hips slam into each other.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he mumbles. One hand rests on your back, the other slipping behind your head. “In there, I-I couldn’t help myself. I had to look at you, to devour you. I didn’t know if I would ever get the chance to again.“

Your breath tears from your throat. His mouth is there, just hovering over yours, and his hands hold you dangerously close.

“Well,” you say, with a bravery you didn’t know you had, “what are you going to do about it?”

That’s all the prompting he needs.

Matt shoves you up against the wall again, his hand on your back cushioning the blow. Finally his lips capture yours, but the kiss is anything but delicate — his lips punish yours, rough and demanding, tongue darting out to lick your bottom lip before seeking invitation. Your mouth parts eagerly, and he continues to kiss you with the same determined passion, years and years of suppressed feelings unraveling in moments.

You can’t believe this is happening. Your hands explore him, the familiar terrain of his body now roped with muscle.

Eventually you both withdraw for a breath. “I love you,” he mutters, head still bent near yours.

“I love you,” you reply, grabbing the front of his vest. “I always have. And I always will.”

You’re not sure how long you kiss before it dawns on you that you probably need to finish repairing the damage before a supervisor comes along. Matt removes his shirt to give it to you, and you wear it gratefully. Appreciatively, you watch the muscles in his back as he works, connecting the series of freckles and moles there with your gaze.

When he’s finished replacing the panel, you both set to repairing the damage and then recalibrating the arrays. Matt smirks, and glances at you. “Does this mean that when we work together now that we’ll always be shirtless?”

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daddykylokenobi · 1 year

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can you pls write matt the radar technician smut their simply is not enough of it in this world

Thank you so much Anon for this request! I’ve never written anything Matt before so this is a really fun change of pace from my usual characters. I hope you enjoy!!!

Warnings: piv sex, Dom!Matt, begging, fingering, use of the petname “baby”, cussing, overall filth.

Matt the Radar Technician x Y/N

You had Had your eye on Matt for some time now, always checking him out when you’d pass in a hallway, watching him from the other side of the common room, any chance you got to melt over him you lavished in each second.

But you had only spoken a few times, always small talk about what work you each had that day, the current news or gossip around the ship, or little questions you’d sprinkle in to try and get to know him better. This specific day you two had matched eyes in the cafeteria, you were watching him as always and he had finally caught you, he’d seen you staring out of the corner of his eyes before but whenever he looked over to meet your gaze you had quickly looked away with red flushed cheeks.

This time instead of darting your eyes away as quickly as possible to evade any awkward feelings later you decided to hold your ground, you both stared forward ahead at eachother, lost in each others gaze you felt that familiar heat you’d get when watching him rise to your face. He saw the mauve shadow begin to color your cheeks and a little devilish smirk crossed his lips. Matt was feeling bold as well this day, he in a split second decision flashed a wink to your blushed face.

Panic set in as this happened, without thinking you pushed yourself away from your lunch table and headed straight for the elevator to run, hide, get away from this blaze that was growing in your core. As much as you hated to admit it you were quite shy around people you liked, especially ones like Matt. He was much taller than you and broad shouldered, his messy blonde hair and dark eyes enthralled you from the second glance and ever since you had busied yourself each night by thinking of him, thinking of what he’d look like beside you in bed, that stupid gray jumper he had to wear thrown on your floor along with Your clothes. Part of you felt guilty for touching yourself while thinking of Matt, but when it was late and you couldn’t sleep from the ache inside the only thing that seemed to satiate that desire was imagining him on top of you, burying himself as deeply as possible while you cried out his name.

Just as the doors of the elevator were about to close a large hand slipped between them causing them to slip back open, you jumped slightly as this stole you away from the impure thoughts raiding your mind. You looked up and watched the same thing you were running from step into the elevator, Matt stepped silently beside you then leaned forward to close the elevator doors.

He then stood beside you and you both watched the doors close, you swallowed hard while peeking to your left to look at him, he was already peering over at you.

“H-how’s your day going?” You nervously asked while trying to pretend that 30 seconds ago he Didn’t wink at you after catching you staring at him.

“Fine.” He answered plainly, “You?”

“Uh it’s been pretty good, boring I suppose.” You mumbled while hiding your stare to the floor.

Just as the words left your mouth the elevator stalled causing you both to stumble back, Matt grabbed your arm firmly to help you stand back up and you both started quickly looking around the elevator, the lights had begun to blink and stutter then finally shut off except for a small red emergency light in the corner that was dimly lighting the small room.

“What the hell?” He hissed under his breath, he let go of your arm then reached over to grab the com device from the elevator panel. “Hello?” He asked into the small box.

“We are currently working on the problem, the elevator should be back and running soon.” The voice on the other end was robotic and stiff, a hint of annoyance in their voice. “The rest of the elevators are down too so just give us a few minutes.” Then the voice cut off.

Matt stepped back to your side then looked at you. “Hope you didn’t have anywhere to be.” You could practically hear him roll his eyes, Matt had.. a bit of a anger issue problem, you had seen him flip out more times than you’d have cared too.

“Eh no I actually didn’t, my work was done for the day so..” Your voice was almost at a whisper, how in the galaxy could you two have gotten stuck in an elevator together just seconds after your first flirty encounter? You felt your body begin to rise in temperature and you quickly began to strip your jacket off your shoulders.

Matt eyed you up and down then asked with a smirk, “Hot?”

His question was like a stab to the stomach, his voice dripped seduction and the way his mouth curved to the side was making you feel a certain way.

“A little..” you quietly answered, you knew your face was red, you could feel the heat radiate from them even just being so close to him.

Matt turned to face you, “So.. what was that about earlier?”

“What do you mean?” Your lip shook as he asked this.

“You running off?” He scoffed with a raised eyebrow. “Just after I thought we.. had a moment.” He said while stepping towards you.

Instinctually you stepped back, 2 more and your back had hit the wall leaving you no where to go, Matt followed and put his hands on each side of the wall behind your shoulders, you were trapped.

“I-I just had to leave…” You stuttered as you looked up at him, he was easily towering over your smaller frame.

He tilted his head down to look you in the eyes, his glasses slipped down his nose giving you the first naked glance into his eyes that you’d had. You felt his hot breath wash over your face as he huffed out lightly.

“Uh huh.” He said with an uninterested tone, he brought his mouth down towards the side of your exposed neck, you shook with him being so close.. his mouth so readily available to do whatever it was he pleased…

“Matt what a-are you doing..?” You whispered as you squeezed your eyes shut trying to pull your raging emotions together.

He grabbed your chin with his thumb and pointer fingers then lifted your face upto his, you creeped your eyes open and felt your breath catch in your lungs as you were met with his face directly in front of yours.

“I thought this was what you wanted..? You’ve only been watching me for weeks now..” He had one eyebrow raised.

You felt embarrassment take over, you thought he hadn’t noticed your casual stalking but knowing now that he had…

“I-… I’m sorry I wasn’t trying to be weird I ju-“

Matt cut your defense in half as he roughly slammed his mouth to yours, he exhaled through his nose loudly while pressing his body against yours.

You were left breathless at this, his lips were warm and his mouth engulfed yours, he quickly began to lick and suck at your bottom lip, leaving no time to warm up to the sensation.

For a moment you tried fighting back, you pressed your hands to his hard chest and squirmed underneath of them before giving into the euphoric feeling his lips were giving you.

“Hmmphh..” you moaned against his mouth as he slid his tongue past your lips to taste you deeper, he was sporadically grabbing and pulling at your hips trying to feel you as closely as possible.

Without thinking you began to bring your right thigh up to curl around his leg, in one swift motion he momentarily bent down to snake his left arm underneath your leg to then pick you up and push you against the wall.

“Hey-!” You yelped.

He then dove himself into the right side of your neck where he wasted no time to start biting and sucking dark hickies into you.

“M-Matt wa-wait” you stuttered breathlessly as his lips against your neck started to soak the space between your legs.

“I know-… you want this..” He said inbetween breathy moans.

You wrapped your legs around his waist and arms around his neck, you were too embarrassed to answer his question, you just moaned into his shoulder as your reply.

“That’s what I thought..” he sighed.

He continued marking your neck up and down each side, you could feel his erection against your inner thigh and again the breath in your lungs seemed to disappear, you had fantasied about this kind of thing so many times but now that it was happening it felt unreal.

Just as you noticed his bulge he began to grind his hips forward into your core, raspy rhythmic breaths escaped his mouth with each roll of his hips.

“Oh… Matt..” you whined as his lap lined up perfectly with your wide open legs, his hard erection was grinding perfectly aligned with your own heat, it gave you Just enough friction for your walls to clench around themselves, aching for something to fill them.

“Fuck” he hissed as his tip rubbed up and down against the inside of his jumper.

You brought your hands forward to start undoing the front zipper, it trailed down his chest then followed all the way down to his hips. You pulled his jumper down off his shoulders and helped him pull his sleeves out.

He roughly grabbed onto the sides of your pants and yanked them down, you let him pull each side off until the only thing between his heat and yours were 2 thin layers of clothing.

He continued intertwining your tongues, he sucked hard on your bottom lip and you knew that in the morning it would definitely be bruised from him biting it.

You began to whine and cry out to him, “Matt please…” you pleaded with him as you looked down to his large bulge which was pressed against the outside of your underwear.

Again that mind numbing smirk crossed his lips, he brought his hand to your front and began to rub his palm up and down against your pussy. “Tell me what you want.” He demanded.

“I-I-…” your body shook at his dominant request. “I want you i-inside me Matt..” your voice was shaking just as much as your body was.

He breathed out like he had been punched in the stomach, “Fuck baby, that’s all you had to say.” He cursed as he reached down to grab your underwear and slip them down your legs which he then placed back around his waist.

You pulled his face closely to yours then started to lick and kiss at his jawline, pathetic whimpers left your lips as he rubbed his middle finger up and down your slit, you were soaking wet as he slipped his fingers inside of you.

“Ah-ahh!” You cried out as he pumped his fingers roughly in and out of your tight entrance.

After a moment he pulled them back out and brought his fingers upto his lips.

You watched in adoration as he slipped them into his mouth and licked each finger clean while keeping eye contact with you the entire time.

Your gut begged to be full of him, quickly you moved your hands down to push down his boxers and reveal his aching member. You let out a sigh of satisfaction at his size, you wrapped your hand around him and knew just from the girth alone that he was going to fill you up So good.

He hissed as your small fingers wrapped around him, he grabbed your wrist tightly then pulled it away.

“You have to ask for it.” He said while trying to catch his breath.

You stared up at his eyes with bewilderment, you didn’t expect him to be so dominant, so demanding. You also didn’t expect it to have the submissive power on you that it did.

“Please..” you whimpered. “Please Matt I Need you so bad..” you could’ve cried from the aching in your core.

As you said this he lined up his tip with your entrance then in one slow thrust he pushed himself deep inside of you hitting your back wall easily.

“Haahhh..” he moaned out, he then began to push and pull himself in and out of your seeping wet hole.

You dug your fingers into his back as he stretched your walls so perfectly, your head felt so heavy with euphoric sensations that for a second you wondered if you were going to pass out.

You muttered out little moans and whimpers against his chest as he continued abusing your small entrance.

“Ugh fuck baby, you’re taking me s-so good” Matt was leaned against your shoulder with his mouth huffing hot breath on your neck.

He took his right hand back down to your heat and started rubbing little circles onto your clit, your entire body twitched at this new addition of pleasure and you knew it wouldn’t be long before you’d crumble underneath of him.

“Matt I-I’m gonna cum” you quickly breathed out as you felt the wave rising inside of your stomach.

“Come on, beg for it” he groaned into your neck as his thrusts started to become stuttered from his own orgasm nearing close.

“P-please… please Matt I wanna cum for you s-so bad!” You yelped loudly as he let his last few thrusts become painfully rough but blissfully pleasurable.

And then as your orgasm crashed through the surface your hot walls clenched around his slick length, the pressure sent him over the edge as well and he released hot bursts of cum into your hole.

You both heaved in and out loudly as you leaned forward onto each others bodies. A few moments passed as you each caught your breath, slowly he leaned forward and placed you back on the floor. You scrambled to find your clothes and pull them back on, Matt was already zipping his jumper back up when the light in the elevator flipped back on and you both felt it begin to move again.

You flashed eachother a glance then Matt cupped your right cheek, he leaned his tall body down to meet your height then pressed a quick kiss to the top of your head, this small gesture made you melt even more than the sex just had.

You looked up at him with doe eyes and a tiny smile graced your lips.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for this.” He confessed.

You were shocked at this, you didn’t think he liked you the way you did or for how long you had either.

“Me to..” you whispered.

He leaned down once more to deliver a kiss to your mouth, this one was longer and not just filled with lust, it was caring, and warm.

In this moment you realized that you and Matt weren’t just going to be small talk friends who flirted for fun, you were going to be something more.

#star wars #matt the radar technician #Matt the radar technician x y/n #Matt the radar technician x reader #Matt the radar technician smut #Matt the radar technician fanfic #adam driver #adcu #adcu smut #adcu x reader #adcu fic #adcu fanfiction #adcu community #kylo ren #dkkmumbles #dkkrequests #dkkadcu

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jynzandtonic · 4 months

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Soooo SNL is coming up and I'm thinking about Matt the Radar Tech. Who wants to send me writing requests or "ask Matty questions" hehe?

#MATTY #matt the radar technician #matt the radar technician x reader #adam driver SNL

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juniperwoodwell · 11 months

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ADCU Prompt list

•Characters I will write for.

Adam Sackler:

Flip Zimmerman:

Phillip Altman:

Kylo Ren:

Matt the Radar Technician:

•Now that you've admired all the pics here's the list:

"Loving you is never a task, It's a privilege."

"Move, you're on my side of the couch."

"Is that really all you got?"

"Come on, you can do better than that."

"You're boring me."

"I expected more."

"Is this what I was called for? You?"

"Do you want me to slow down for you?"

"Of course, it hurts dipshit."

"I knew you could do it! I'm so proud of you!"

"Say it, you love me."

"Why would I want someone else?"

"Don't push me away."

"Look me in the eyes this time and tell me say you don't feel anything for me."

"Are you insane! You're soaking wet!" "I don't care, I had to see you."

"Why me?" "Why not you?"

"Do you love me?" "More than death."

"You said you wanted to talk?" "Yeah...It can wait, Though. Enjoy your date."

"No, you can stay. I don't mind."

"Did you get me flowers?" "It was for decoration." "...In my room?"

"We live together! If he doesn't like me back, I could mess everything up!"

"You're coming over? Bring me coffee, I ran out."

"Of course, you're my ATM, who else is going to give me money and not expect it back?"

"My hands are cold." "Is that a pick-up line?"

"You're my happy place." "Don't get cheesy on me."

"I would push you in front of a train if murder wasn't illegal."

"Why are you crying!?" (Angry.)

"Is that it!? You're giving up!?"

"Living without you is not an option."

"She's fine, She's just dramatic."

"Turns out you're no better than your father,"

"You should go."

"We can't do this."

"I love you, but we can't be together, I'm not a good person. I'll only drag you down."

"Get in, we're going on a ride,"

"Don't treat me like a fool." "Then don't act like one."

"Stop acting like people don't like you. Because they do."

"If you snore, I'm hitting you."

"You don't want me? Fine. I see no reason to stay."

"Fuck off, I want to cry by myself." "You want pizza with that?"

"You reek of jealousy."

"You have nothing to be proud of?"

Go easy, you're carrying my child."

"You're cute." "What did you just say?" "I said you look like a boot."

Affection is disgusting. Do it again."

"Are we gonna talk or are you just gonna sit there and sulk?"

"Hold my hand you dumbass."

#writing #writers on tumblr #fanfic #reader insert #kylo ren x reader #phillip altman x reader #adam sackler x reader #adcu x reader #flip zimmerman x reader #matt the radar technician x reader

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direnightshade · 2 years

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Ma’am. Miss Britt. Please tell us about matty and how he’s mean even while fingering you and eating you out ❤️

Please. Mean Matt always gets me on one, I stg.

Matt is a biter. One thing he fucking loves is to leave marks all over your body—teeth marks, hickeys, you name it. Your thighs are his favorite, all warm and soft and perfectly supple to lick and bite and suck while he’s knuckle deep in the velvety, wet warmth of your greedy cunt. And it is greedy, he tells you as much, of course; always taking him without complaint, even when he’s stuffing you full of all of his fingers without warning, leaving your sensitive clit free to his relentless nips.

Matt is a slapper, too. If you wiggle too much, buck his glasses off in the moments he gets too into you and forgoes taking them off, he delivers harsh slap after slap to your pussy, the wetness of his hand sending droplets across the bedspread, splashing some of it onto the lenses of his glasses.

He is a degrader, so of course he chastises you for that too—tells you how fucking disgusting it is that you’re so wet for his rough treatment, that he knows you’ll only grow even wetter, probably soak the sheets like the little slut that you are just from him talking to you like this. He isn’t wrong. He never is.

#Ask #Anon #Matt #Matt the radar technician #Mean Matt #Mean Matty #Matt x Reader #Matt the radar technician x Reader #cw: degradation kink #cw: rough handling #cw: impact play

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oh-for-fic-sake-library · 11 months

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A Stuffy Called Geb Chapter 1

Masterlist

Summary: It was your turn to help train Matt , and as usual the kylo fanatic was quick to bring up the magnificent supre leader, who you actuallyheld in high regard yourself. Bonding ensues, but you might have gotten a little too comfortable with Matt and over shared some personal embarrassing details about yourself. But it could be worse? I mean it wasnt like the leader of the first order was going to find out or anything... Right?

Warnings : DDLG, Age play, Anxiety, fluff, homour, swearing, closet little trying to make a friend.

A/N: so i cant get the idea of daddydom!kylo finding a little hidden within his ranks. I love ddlg dynamics and really do think kylo has a soft nurturing side thag in canon he hates. But what if he had an outlet? One single person he could fawn over to get it out of his system so he can be a hard ass on everyone else?

Wordcount: fairly short for me.

You entered the break room, cautiously crossing the space making sure to wav out of everyones way lest you become the butt of another joke. You managed to arrive at your destination; the caf pot. You moved quickly grabbing a fresh cup silently praying there was some actual caf left on the pot, and that it was still warm. Luck had to be on your side as the pot poured hot fresh caf into you cup.

"Oh thank the stars for that" you muttered before moving to place the pot back down. Only to pause when another cup emerged from behinde you. You yelped slightly, not hearing anyone creep up beside you, and nervously turned hoping it wasnt one of the bullies you unfortunately had to work with. But you were pleasantly surprized. Instead of a Jake or his little posse of ass kissers and assholes there stood the tall handsome yet clumsy newbie called Matt.

You flicked your gaze up faltering slightly. You drew a deep breath. Oh yeah you had Matt with you today. Not that you minded, you just werent the most social. But then again years of torment and bullying by your peers would do that to you. You calmed yourself somewhat and craned your head up higher and higher realising once again just how over whelmingly big he was. He was huge, in every aspect. You smiled up at him trying desperately not to screw up a chance to possibly make a freind.

"M-morning Matt. Caf?" You offered whilst busying yourself popping three sugars into your caf and stirring. Matt eyed you carefully before nodding quietly.

"Morning, yes caf please." he answered in his usuall awkward yet slightly demanding tone. But his eyes locked onto you, staring at you intently, a slight quirk to his brow. You smiled anxiously youd worked with Matt only once and that was when youd found him abandoned by karen in the corridor and decided to help him fix the little blunder he'd made on the calcinator.

"So i dont know if youve been told already, but today your with me" you anounced quickly pouring out a cup for him and handed it over trying to ignore anxiety building inside of you. You really didnt want to mess up and have another colleague laughing at you behinde your back. You had to act normal. Just be calm and normal.

"Oh good, i want to avoid Karen" he added following you away from the caf pot to let the others get to it. You flicked your gaze around noticing the others were sending you side eyes and smirking at you. Clearly they were waiting for you to make a fool of yourself as usual.

"We all do. Shes err, difficult. Well we dont have much for today but you sir are a lucky duck~ we are working in the rear star destroyer dock today and the finaliser is finally scheduled to dock there. Isnt that cool? Were gonna see her come in" you babbled nerves getting the better of you. He always made you nervous, he wasnt like he seemed? He had a strange aura. Powerful, stern, authoritative. He felt like a; no. No way. There was no way Matt was one of those. But god he was definitely huge enough to make you feel little. Fuck. That was a dangerous thought, now all your going to imagine is how easily he could man handle you if you were a brat. Shit.

"You like the finaliser?" Matt asked following you out of the break room grabbing your tool bags from the small cubbies by the door. You looked down and shrugged embarrassed by the way he said it. He'd noticed your odd enthusiasm.

"Yeah, sorry i get too excited. Ever since i was a kid I'd wanted to see a star destroyer." You uttered twiddling your fingers in the strap of your bag.

"So do you like star destroyers in general or just the finaliser?" He asked this time in a less abraisive tone. He sounded careful, gentle. Nothing like the matt youd seen before now. You looked at him confused by the change but offered him a small smile.

"All of them i suppose, growing up stories of the old empires fleet and stuff? I could never get my head around them. Their just so huge and stuff; even now i get excited just seeing them" you explained slightly dejected knowing youd made a fool of yourself. But still a little thrown off by his change in demeanour. He seemed to back off? The stern prickly aura tht surrounded him mellowed out. It was nice, like he was reassuring you in some unspoken way.

You couldnt help glancing up at him nervously, trying to figure him out. If anything he didnt seem to mind your small outburst, he just carried on wth the conversation as you both walked the halls towards the elevators like getting over excited was a normal thing in the first order. You flicked your gaze away quickly before he caught you staring. Fuck. He didnt look like he thought less of you for getting all giddy over something so small.

"I understand that. They are awe inspiring, an engineering marvel" Matt's lip quirked ever so slightly when you perked up again beaming up at him bouncing back from your self doubt quickly.

"Exactly! We might even see her dock if we're lucky; did you know its the first time shes coming in to dock since the supremacy? Shes never been on the supernova before" you chirped happily scanning your pass at the faster maintenance elevator.

"Soo you take this rag and slip it over the clamp and just pop it here... no this way, remember righty tighty... your right; thats it. Then that way the pannel cant spring back and catch your fingers" you explained leaning over to hold the spring loaded sliding door back out of matts way so he could place a clamp in front of it.

"Huh... Thats alot easier" he uttered with a grunt as you released the hatch door letting it meet the clamp and stay open without risking any fingers.

"I take it the others didnt show you that trick?" You sighed with a frown as he marveled at the now secure hatch door for a second.

"No, i caught my fingers alot see?" He growled, one eye twitching in irritation before holding his hands up showing you a few nasty bruises and small cuts where these finger death traps had clearly pinched him. You winced hissing through your teeth

"They are all bullies, dont let it get to you. They think their hot shit because they work on the supernova now. But like its not that hard you know? Its a big ship they need tonnes of us here. Personally I'd rather work on her" you reassured him with a light pat on the arm before flicking your eyes to the huge ship that was docked no more then forty feet from you.

You shook your head, shoving the longing from your mind before peeking into the hatch useing your torch to dig around for the problem.

"Ah. Jakes handy work." You uttered spying the issue. A lower voltage cable haphazardly bridging two connectors. Luckily you had some of the correct sized wire spare this was a common issue.

"Hmm? How do you know that?" He asked with a frown not likeing the way you didnt sound surprized by a mistake. Like this was a regular occurrence.

"He always uses this for everything. This sector needs thicker cables for the higher voltages going to the star destroyers. He doesnt like carrying it down here because... well im not sure why to be honest" you explained moving over to show him the problem wire. You ended with a shrug but pulled back from the hatch to dig around in your bag.

"All we have to do it replace this small section and it shouldnt short anymore, lets get to it" You said over your shoulder as you began pulling things out of your bag to get to the replacement wire.

"Now see these wires are already stripped? We just smoosh them together and then twist, it makes the most reliable connection... good job! Now we tape it" you instructed watching Matt work the electrical components and secure it in place. Luckily Matt had picked up alot on the job and had not only disconnected the useless wire, but replaced the connecters either end just to make sure everything worked.

"So why are the others so nasty to you?" He asked out of the blue as he tightened the two screws securing the plastic safety cover on the open wires. You stuttered at him before shaking your head deciding to pretend you didnt know what he was talking about. But he sat up fixing you with a single look making you feel like a kid caught in a lie.

"The others, they avoid you unless they are tormenting you. Why? You seem... competent and pretty harmless, actually nice" he pried again this time not giving you any room to deny or deflect. you sighed defeated, slumping on the spot feeling pretty pathetic.

"You noticed that? Well they are bullies" he frowned at that it was the second time youd called them that. This time he was determined to get to the bottom of it,his eyes grew colder. You shuddered. This man? There really was something about him. Something completely feral yet contained? He just had something dangerous about him. But not in a 'im big and we both know i could crush you' way. It was? Darker, refined, pronounced. Honed.

"But why?" He coaxed again, his voice growing sharper. You got the distinct feeling he wasnt used to asking a second time. And most certainly never had to repeat himself a third time.

You swallowed dryly feeling a tense curiosity grow between you both. He wasnt going to drop this, you might aswell tell him so he can laugh at you and be done with it.

"A few things, as you noticed i tend to get excited quickly, sometimes i say things without thinking? They also know about my past failures... And well they found out about my hobby and i became a joke" you trailed off hoping he'd get the hint from your vague answers and leave the conversation there. But he didnt instead he seemed to perk up his gaze intensified.

"Hobby? Not many people still have hobbies in the first order?"

"I know its sad right? Just because we work here doesnt mean we gotta be a bunch of faceless boring old farts" you covered your mouth quickly but the words hd already escaped. Fuck, why are you like this? The one time you could really use a thought to mouth filter it failed again.

"So whats your hobby?" You did a double take before frowing confused. Why did he care?

"I err well i make clothes for dolls and stuff" you mumbled, mixing your words a little bit. Some part of you still waring you this was a bd idea nd he was just going to make fun of you for it. The other more submissive part reasoning he wasnt the type to be refused.

"Dolls?" you cringed at his tone, he didnt sound creeped out, or as if he was about to laugh in your face but he sounded off? Strained? As if he'd been anticipating something like that but had hoped youd say something different.

"Yeah it started when i was a kid... When the first order took over my home planet the the job market crashed especially when the first order began conscripting kids" you paused for a moment gauging his reaction before deciding you should elaborate more.

"There wasnt many options for anyone i got conscripted but I failed the physicals and at the time couldnt read so failed the IQ tests. But my reaction time was quick so they wanted to train me as a pilot but i got terrible motion sickness. In the end they said i was useless and dumped me back home. I failed to be worthy of any resources" you recounted trying your best not to sound pathetic or depressed. But honestly being dumped back home for being useless really did a number on your self esteem for a good few years.

"The only other careers i could try once home were prostitution, serving girl, seamstress or try to abandon the planet and join the resistance. I became a seamstress because it meant i could learn to read patterns and stuff. Luckily because of my small hands i was ideal for making clothes for infants and smaller races" you added proud of your achievements. Although they were small you had done it all by yourself, no schooling or first order academies. Just you in your tiny bunk studying at night.

"But how do you get from illiterate seamstress to first order engineer?" Surprisingly the question didnt sting, nor was it harsh. He seemed invested in hearing how you actually ended up here. It was flattering in a way.

"Oh i had to learn to read as part of my apprenticeship; for patterns and stuff then i learned how to fix the machinery in the warehouses, i was the best person for the job because again small hands" you giggled raising your smaller then average hands and wiggled your fingers at him.

"I could reach where others couldnt when the sewing and press machines died. Then the first order came back to the planet looking for those with mechanical skills, they were desperate. We were taken to the supernova in its early days; just after snoke died and the commander becme supreme leader. I was trained up to keep things running smoothly while the more senoir engineers were sent to the more technical sectors" you ended your tale there wasnt much to say after that, youd gone through training and been assigned to your sector.

You moved to the open hatch and began loosening the clamp prompting matt to catch the door and let it slide shut without capturing your fingers.

"And why did the others laugh at you? I mean you just make clothes?" He pried not letting you escape his initial question.

"Yeah... its everything really? They already think Im too childish and get mysel upset or excited easily. Then they found out about Geb." You grunted, cursing yourself for letting Gebs name slip through knowing that this was going to be the point he began to ridicule you.

"Geb?" You nodded without looking up at him while making yourself busy by collecting your toold and playing your own game of tetris tryingnto fit everything neetly back into your bag

"Yes he is... he's a small bear stuffy, i brought him with me to remind me of home and i make all my outfits for him and dress him up. I made him little first order uniforms and tropper armour and stuff."

"You dress him up in uniform?" He asked his face breaking out into a grin. Though you couldnt tell if he was trying not to laugh or not.

"Yeah but not just officers and stuff; hey you like the supreme leader right? I did him" you changed the topic quickly, hopeing bringing up the man would send Matt into a kylo ren ted talk and get yourself out of the metaphorical hot seat.

"You made geb a kylo ren uniform?" He reiterated slowly as if needing to say it to let it sink in. You eyed him curiously waiting to see if he was offended on the commanders behalf or not. But when he finally chuckled you relaxed before gushing over the small bear you loved.

"Yeah i even did a little light saber too and and his helmet is removable and a little hood on his cloak oh oh and he has his little belt but the best part is his little fluffy ears poke out through his mask and stuff he is so cute, Geb's lived in it since i made it" you cooed letting yourself getting carried away explaining the little outfit youd spent almost a week creating. Matt beamed at you nodding along encouraging you, enjoying the show of pure innocent adoration. But stunned you into silence as he cut through all the talk with one single question.

"You think kylo ren's cute?"

You sputtered quickly glowing red as the huge man chuckled down at you almost cooing sweetly in a very un-matt way. Clearly something about all this had tickled him pink. He looked pretty smug actually. Good lord you hope he wasnt really freinds with the big man, youd die if any of this got back to him.

"Wha; err no. I err i dont err well maybe? I've never seen him in person; not close up anyway but i? I suppose he's probably cute; handsome? I dont think he'd like the word cute but handsome is good i suppose? But I meant Geb is cute... his fluffy little ears poke out the top of his kylo mask" you began scratching at your head lightly, trying to figure out how to get out of this with at least a shred of dignity. If that was even possible. It took your around three seconds to start talking yourself in circles nervously, your thoughts warning you not to insult your beloved leader 1. Incase matt lost his cool about it like he did at lunch the other day and 2. Well if matt was close to the kylo? Youd rather the leader of the first order knew you thought he was hot instead of cute.

"What do you think about kylo ren? You must like him to make an outfit for Geb" ah theres the matt you know and love. Thank god you thought youd lost him for a second there.

"Well yeah. I think he is a good leader, hes a smart tactician and skilled. Hes an astounding pilot and a frightening warrior;"

"You think he's frightening?" You frowned at the indignation in matts tone, the way he tensed and became clearly aggravated made you falter, why was he offended?

"Well dont you? He's so soo big, but then again so are you so you probably dont think he is scary; but to me your both soo huge!" You questioned blinking up at him curiously. Wasnt Matt scared of the supreme leader? Didnt he hear all the stories? You quickly grew uneasy with the mans simmering stare and tried to diffuse the situation by making a little comparrison between him and kylos impossible hieghts waving your hand at him animatedly. He finally cracked a smirk before tipping his head to the side .

"Your scared of my size?" He teased with a chuckle.

"No, i mean i was at first but now im not. You wont hurt me. But Kylo might if i annoy him and well most people think im annoying. But he is really scary he's stupid strong and people say he gets angry super quick and it just... he is really scary to me. i mean people chuckle about the way he says he is going to surpass darth vader but i think he already has in his own way" your words continued, thoughts and opinions on the commander that youd never shared with anyone pouring from you. You werent a fangirl but you did understand alot more of the subtleties that whent hand in hand with the commander and his abilities.

"You do? How?" Matt was quick to ask, he seemed eager to hear everything you had to say. As if he were glad someone else shared his love of the commander.

"His saber. Its all erratic and static-y, people can laugh about it. But that just shows they have no clue to what it takes to do something like that. That kyber crystal? Its gotta be cracked or something." You explained letting your theory out. Youd never really had anyone to explain this too before. It was actually nice to talk about so ething other than work a.nd food for a change

"How do you know about kyber?" You finched back at the sudden cold demanding tone. Warning? Threat? No, something else. Defensive. but your not sure why?

"I grew up on stories of the old empire. My grandpa was an inquisitor, i know the red sabers are made with bloodied angry kybers" you shrugged trying to play off the uneasy feelings matt gve you.

"You know not even vaders rage and hate managed to damage his kyber crystal. So for Ren to... the power it took to do that?" You spoke up again trying to make him perk up and snap out of the eerie calculating gze he had trapped you in. Luckily praising the commander seemd to do the trick. Thnk god, matt was a big guy, he was scary when his mood soured.

"Exactly! Its about time someone understood!" you grinned as mtt beamed down at you with an oddly fanatic look bout him. He relly did love to commander... it was almost creepy. But he was brightening up gain so you run with it.

"He's already got more going on then lord vader did. I just hope people dont manipulate him like its said they did with lord vader. Ren could be so much more. I mean as long as people dont mess with his head and stuff he'll finish what lord vader started, he has more drive." You summrised, in all honestly it was all true. Atleast in your mind, and thats not to sy you worshipped the ruler, well not like Matt seemed to anyway. But you did hold lot of respect and helthy amount of fear for the man. You secretly hoped youd never come face to face with him, youd probably die from a heart attack.

"You sound like you care for him despite your fear?" You faltered for a moment mulling over his words. You hummed for a moment contemplating your reply. Not just to keep him happy, but also genuinely cpnsideringnthe truth to hois statment. Finally you nodded to the huge man.

"I do. I mean I've never met him, if i did id either wet myself or he'd kill me for doing something stupid... like wetting myself probably" you chuckled trying to add a little humour, wanting to hopefully change the subject soon. You didnt exactly want to get caught gossiping about kylo. The last thing you needed was to give him an excuse to peak inside your mind, god knows what he could find...

"I dont think he'd kill you. You admire and respect him, he'd see that" Matt held your gaze leveling you with a stare, serious conviction that was sobering. Your demeanour changed once more uncertainty washing through you as his eyes bore into you. It was enough to make your head ache. But you ignored the light pressure of an oncoming head pains to continue your playfull facade.

"Like in my head? Oh god thatd be terrible what if he saw Geb? Or worse what if he found out i think hes good looking under that mask and has a gorgeous butt?" You panicked playfully, flushing at the small nugget of truth hidden in your teasing. You breathed a sigh of relief as the pressure receded in a stuttered jagged reversal.

"You've been staring at the commanders butt?" Why did he sound so smug about that? Unless he swings that way? oh maybe thats it? Matt had a crush on him~ that was actually quite sweet.

"Yeah, have you seen the man climb into the silencer? Thats the best butt in the first order! Besides toffee face had the old gnarled and ugly covered right? And huckleberry has the pale and sickly outer rim orphan thing going on, so kylos gotta be the young and handsome" you blushed as Matt suddenly boomed a laugh, holding his stomach as he lost himself in his belly laugh. You watched queitly, you got the feeling he didnt get a laugh very often. It made you feel a little sense of pride knowing youd given that to him.

"Did you just call Snoke toffee face?" He uttered chuckling between words still trying to compose himself. But even when he managed to cease the laughter his grin stayed across his face lighting up his handsome features, almost giving him life eyes sparkling with something youd not noticed in them before.

"Yeah... err dont tell anyone about that; especially the supreme leader and you most definitely cant tell him about geb, or that he has a cute butt! Pinky promise?" You rubbed the back of your neck nervously before perking up again and held out your pinky. You froze as you did so feeling embarrassed at showing such childish behaviour. But instead of being put off he smirked down at you, tipping his head forward, raising a hand to hover next to yours.

"Sure, but only if I get to see geb dressed up as kylo" he anounced lowering his voice as he inched forward locking eyes with you. You could only manage to look him in the eye for a few seconds before blushing again brighter and avert your eyes, focusing on the vast open space of the docking bays behinde him.

"Err sure but only if you dont make fun ok? Its bad enough with the others" you mumbled aprihensively nodding to him.

"I wont make fun of you, its nice to see someone recognise our leaders greatness, you idolise him enough to create an efergy of him. Its cute" He smirked curling his pinky around yours sealing the deal with a little shake of pinkies.

Kylo couldnt help the way his body warmed as his mind began twisting itself around the idea of you. This little promise was much more then you realised, he was swearing to himself youd become his. It was only a matter of time.

He couldnt stop. He couldnt erase you from his mind. The tiny naive technician he'd spent the day with. It was rare for him to be so drawn to someone. But you? You admired him, and understood his greatness more then most, understood him more than even he could ever imagine. You belived in him, worshipped him! It had taken everything in him not to reveal himself then and there. To tell you how right you were, how smart he thought you were. But he hadnt. He'd simply left the shift with a spring in his step. The knowledge that someone as sweet and innocent aboard the ship actually respected him was enough to make him giddy. And he didnt get giddy. He'd quickly brought the undercover project to an end after that. Not wanting to endure another day with irritating jobs worths and bitching. And he was far to tempted to smuggle you into the safety of his own chambers. Word got out about the whole thing, and that Matt was actually kylo. Some people suspected as much but by that point he didnt care. He was too wrapped up with thoughts of his tiny technician.

He had suspicions on the type of woman you were. Shy, sweet kind and open hearted. But naive and excitable a childlike quality. something he adored and secretly craved. There was something that pulled him to such a woman. He'd dabbled in erotica, reading up on all types of fantasies during those odd few years after escapeing to the darkside. Suddenly he was free to explore in that respect. Reading kink, watching porn on the holonet and having his first few sexual encounters. He thought it was strange but it was the careing aspect of control he craved more then anything. He had odd tastes in sex had lead him to almost abstinence. He liked being called daddy, loved being much larger then his partner. Feeling needed, having soemone obey him because they trusted him to make the right decisions. He needed someone to be his entirely, someone to absolutly adore him and listen. Someone fun who could brighten up his days. He just wanted one person to give themselves to him entirely without an ulterior motive. But it was difficult to find such a woman aboard the supremacy, they all had plans to ensnare him in some stupid plot to fame and fortune or worse. Children. Sure he was aware oneday he'd have to continue his legacy but not now, not in the middle of a god damned war!

But here he may have found what he was truley looking for in you. He wanted a permanent lover, sweet, small and genuinely innocent. You were unique a gentle somewhat clumsy person with little quirks, enough little quirks for him to wonder if you were indeed a little. He was no expert, he'd only ever really seen and played with littles in the clubs he and his knights frequented when the stress of the military got too much. But you were sending all the signals, maybe he just needed to take the reigns and give a few sharp tugs to snap you into little space. From the looks of it, you wouldnt need much coaxing. Well unless nerves got in the way but a few swift trips over his knee and some playful swats would probably be enough to stop any denile.

The anticipation that quivered inside of him, shook him to his core. Sweet, small, naive and breakable. A little. Fuck. A little here of all places?! Double fuck. Now was not the time to find that kind of gem! But then again who was he to kick a gift horse in the mouth? For such a rarity to wind up here of all places and land in his lap like that must be a sign from the universe? You must be a reward, you were perfect! And you were his. He just had to draw you in. He needed a reason to see you, a reason to get you to his chambers. And then he just had to keep you there.

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