#matt the radar technician x you

[bits-and-babs]

🗝️

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!”

END

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[glassbxttless]

So I heard rumors about a Shark Enthusit Matt Solo??

The Tide

Matthew “Matty” Organa-Solo x f!Reader

summary: You finally get to meet Matt’s mom, as his girlfriend and not just a girl in his circle.

word count: 1.7k+

warnings: mentions naked bodies but nothing explicit, au alludes to an eventual emotional incest situation (a toxic mother/son relationship)

notes: this is an installment of a larger au that will be written here on my blog. a similar au is being posted to peachy and i’s shared blog.

There’s a sharp sound ringing in his ears. Matt reaches over to hit the snooze button on his alarm clock next to the bed. 7am. The morning still lays thick outside. It’s barely a sunrise, but it’s quiet and still as he sits up in his bed. He rubs his eyes and slides his glasses on. Matt rubs a palm against his chest as he stands, sauntering quietly across the hall to wash his face and brush his teeth. When he catches a glimpse of himself in the mirror, he sees the fading bruises of his last encounter with Sunny— the ones she left right over his heart and left him with their first I love you.

He brushes his hair and pulls on his hoodie, his jeans feel just a little too tight these days. He takes a glance over himself in the mirror and then he pulls his phone out to check the time. He sees the little puffer fish emoji she had sent him this morning, their unsung agreement instead of a typical good morning. It always warmed his heart to see. He’s not sure exactly when it started, but over the last month, he didn’t know a single emoticon could extract such an emotion from him.

Pensacola is a long drive from Miami, where he wishes he was right now. As much as he dislikes sleeping on Randy’s couch— his whole world is in Miami. His school, his internship, his friends, his brother, his girlfriend. But here he sits, getting himself together for a breakfast date with his mama. Normally, he wouldn’t oppose. He loves spending time with his mom. She’s his best friend. Everything he’s turned himself into has been by her hand. He’s stumbling out of the bathroom and quietly walking down the hall. Mako, the old gray tabby cat Matt brought home from a walk when he was ten, rubs against his legs as he starts the coffee pot. When he dumps a cup of food into Mako’s bowl, he takes a second to message Sunny back. The quickest I love you, he’s ever typed out. The first time he’s seen those words written. But it puts a smile on his lips when he hits send, watching Mako’s tail flit to the side as he eats.

Leia comes out of her room, wearing a dress Matt’s never seen. “Your brother and grandpa are going to meet us.” She says as she passes Matt, pouring them both a cup of coffee. Which makes Matt just nod.

He’s the youngest of Leia’s four boys. Kylo, his oldest brother— owns some big shot tattoo studio down in Orlando. Ben, he’s a prosecutor right there in Pensacola. Randy? The brother he’s closest to— his best friend. He’s smarter than Matt could even imagine, a programmer. Works at some software company in Miami. He lets Matt sleep on his couch during the week, while he attends his classes. The classes that point Matt to the best future he can imagine.

Leia marks something off the calendar and it only catches Matt’s eye for a moment. Something about calling Han. Who Matt knows fathered him and his brothers. He knows Leia gets a check from him for the smallest portion of his tuition every month. He’s never met Han, but his brothers have and his brothers have always said he’s not worth the trouble. Matt’s phone is lighting up, Sunny’s face plastering the screen. He’s eager to step away from his mother, cheeks tinged a little red when he ducks out into the hallway— “Hey Sunshine.” His voice is quiet, soft, still a bit sleepy.

And you sit quietly, leaning your elbows against your desk as you watch the wind blow the flag your window faces rapidly. “Matty.” Your voice matches his tone. Sweet and gentle and everything Matt needs. “I didn’t get to say goodnight, didn’t call me when you got in.”

“It was a long drive, bub. Just went to bed.” He says softly and bites his lip gently. He spills the thought brewing in his head for weeks. “How about you come with me next weekend? See where I actually live and formally meet my mom and everything.” He bites down on the tip of his thumb while the offer hangs in the air, but you’re quick to accept.

“yeah, okay.” Your smile is ear to ear. Happy to finally get asked back to see his family. You’ve met Leia, at one of Randy’s barbecues. But not as Matt’s girlfriend. Your hair twirls around your finger as you listen to him talk about his plans for the day. How he’s got breakfast with his mom and his brother. How he’ll video chat you tonight before he goes to bed, he swears this time. “Hey, Matty?” Your voice pitches, stopping the anger filled tangent about shark fin soup before he can start it. “I love you.” Your voice is soft as you say it, making Matt’s heart start to melt. Reminds him of last friday night in your dorm, your roommate gone for the weekend. Tucked under your duvet, your head against his chest in the dim light. Your hands intertwined as your bare skin burns hot each place they touch. It reminds him of the way you whispered I love you so quietly he wasn’t sure if you really said it at first.

His heart wants to burst in his chest but he bites his tongue as Leia turns the corner. “Matthew, we don’t have all day.” It’s a quick jab, but she smiles as she says it— walking over to slide on her shoes.

Matt sighs heavily, “Sunny, I have to go. But I'll call tonight. I promise.” He makes the declaration again before he hangs up. A smile on both of your faces. And Matt makes quick work of finishing his morning routine, washing his face and getting dressed as he drinks the coffee Leia had poured for him. He even brushes out his hair and debates on pulling it up before sending a quick snap to you, counting down the seconds to the following weekend.

Rushing out the door, settling himself into the passenger seat of Mama Solo’s car— he smiles. It’s a thirty minute drive to the restaurant closest to Ben’s firm. The one they always meet at for breakfast. “Ma?” Matt’s voice sounds hesitant, making Leia take the quickest glance at him.

“Yes?”

“I was just… I was doing some thinking.” He starts to fiddle with that little beaded bracelet he’s been wearing since your first date. “I think I’d like it if you met the girl I’ve been seeing… you know? Things are getting pretty serious and I…” he shrugs. “If you’d be okay with that.”

“Of course I’d be okay with that.” Leia says softly, smiling over at him. “If you’re happy that’s all that matters, Matthew… but…” Her smile falters for just a moment. “Those college girls, I wouldn’t… Are you sure this is serious?” She asks, not really meaning anything harmful by it. But the way Matt recoils, suggests he takes it that way.

“I’m very sure.” Matt is quick to offer up the statement, omitting the part about giving you his virginity, his first real kiss, his first relationship. You were his first everything and he’s so serious about you. Doesn’t want things to change and he’s desperate to make sure his mom knows that.

“Just worried about you and those girls in Miami is all.” Leia waves it off and Matt sighs heavily. Randy had warned him of this happening. “I’d love to meet her, Matthew, if she’s someone you’re serious about.”

“She is.” Matt just nods, eyes drifting towards the window. “Next weekend. I’m bringing her when I come home next weekend… Gonna stay in my room.” Matt explains and Leia can’t help but take her turn to nod, just as nervous as he was. Even more so when Matt admits his girl was Randy’s girlfriend’s best friend. “Randy’s how we met, Ma.”

You pack a bag for the weekend as Matt paces your dorm. He’s got his keys in his hand, nervous but excited. Happy to finally have you coming home with him. You pull your bag over your shoulder and smile at him reassuringly. “Listen, my mom is… she’s feeling weird about this.” Matt says softly, “I know I’ve said it before and I know you’ve met. But you met as Randy’s friend. You know? Not my girlfriend and she’s going to be so much worse.” Matt starts to ramble and you place a hand on his cheek.

“It’s going to be fine.” You whisper softly. “We’ve got almost a ten hour drive ahead of us, bub. You don’t need to stress yourself out before we’re even there.” You mention and he nods, agreeing with you. You hold his hand almost the entire ride. Switching seats every few hours, you listen to Matt tell you about his research lab on Black Tip Reef Sharks— how this week he’s gonna be able to get in the cage with them. You watch as the closer you get to Pensacola— how the nerves that have been keeping him up at night begin to creep back.

Matt and Leia had agreed to have this first meeting over dinner. Just the three of them. And Matt takes a deep breath when he parks the car, right next to the SUV that has Pensacola Catholic High School stickers plastered across the back. Matthew Solo: class of 2019– complete with scuba diver above, Randall Solo: class of 2016, paired with a trumpet, Benjamin: class of 2013, you now know he was a high school soccer player from the sticker, and Kylo Solo: class of 2009, with another soccer ball. You smile softly, Matt has always said she was proud of her kids and she is. But you’re watching Matt as he looks his mom’s car over, catching her eye in the driver’s seat. He waves quietly, watching as she gets out of her car. “Here we go,” He whispers as he exits, walking around the car to open your door all while Leia watches.

You feel your cheeks begin to heat up as Matt reaches for your hand to help you stand. He kisses your head and walks over to Leia, hugging her as tightly as he could. He introduces the two of you quietly, his own cheeks turning the brightest shade of pink as Leia pulls you into the tightest hug you could imagine. “It’s nice to finally meet you properly.” She makes a point to squeeze your arm which finally helps Matt to relax and allow himself to think this is going easier than he had hoped.

tags ;; @peachyproserpina

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[tomatette]

Out of curiosity (and because I like polls):

#kylux #kylux adjacent #techienician #my stupid polls #clydeland #zimmalley #ashterson

[cosmic-kaden]

Matt The Radar Technician x Kaden The Fighter Mechanic - Playlist

💜 My Darling by Dooqu

🧡 Down For The Ride by Iltaobrothers

💜 Invincible by WaveWave and Sleeping Wolf

🧡 Dreamcatcher by Night Argent

💜 Ready Or Not by Sleeping Wolf

🧡 Begin by Apollo Junction

💜 Take Me To Heaven by Sleeping Wolf

🧡 Sparklers by Gemini Club

💜 Who Are You? by Draper

🧡 Bad Habits by Delaney Jane

💜 Circus by Britney Spears

🧡 Just Dance by Lady Gaga

Ok 2 rb || If you're not a self shipper dni. I have anxiety lol

#...told you the only jumpscares on my blog would be my stupid ass face lol #OK 2 REBLOG #THIS WAS SUPPOSE TO BE A JOKE BUT OOPS FUCKING FUCK! >: C #I mean its a more lighthearted ship and its fun BUT IT WAS SUPPOSE TO BE A ONE DAY THING NOT A 'I'M KEEPING HIM FOREVER' THING! FUUUUUUUUCK #matt 💞 #You My Darling; #helpppp meeeeee #my dumb stupid face; #Spotify

[kylowritten]

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?”

#matt the radar technician #star wars #matt the radar technician x reader #x reader #oneshot #request #close quarters #fanfic #star wars fanfiction #plus size reader #writing #writing on tumblr #reader insert

[daddykylokenobi]

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

[mahoganydoodles]

Diasterisms Anthology (Book 2/12): variations on a theme of you by diasterisms

"Who knows?" Luke darted a faint smile at Ben and Rey as they stewed in silence and disbelief. "The two of you might even learn to get along. Right, Leia?" "Like a house on fire," the General deadpanned. "Complete with screams, flames, and people running for safety." "Indeed." Luke's blue eyes twinkled. "There may be no survivors."

variations on a theme of you. This fic has everything: forced proximity, buttered muffins, Matt the Radar Technician. It’s the goofy, cracky, undercover-fake-relationship fic we all love. 

Which is why I always find it so funny that the collection has these serious, grayscale covers when half these fics are hilarious. But anyway!!

From left to right, top to bottom, the covers are: 

Because You’re There—Mountain climbing

the surface of last scattering—Outer space/galaxy

into the great laugh of mankind—Archaeological site

place the moon at my eyes (and her whiteness shall devour)—Full moon at night behind tree

Mirrorbright—Lake house at Naboo

World Without End—Asphodel fields

variations on a theme of you—Inner hallway of spaceship

The Short Story Collection—Bookstore

Shatterpoint—X-wing

made a rebel of a careless man’s careful daughter—Great Temple on Yavin 4

oh autumn, oh teakettle, oh grace—Aspen trees

ghostwalks (gin and fog)—Old-school movie set

variations on a theme of you is a light-hearted romcom between oops-maybe-not-so-sworn-enemies. Read it on AO3.

#fanficbookbinding #bookbinding #fanbinding #reylo #rey x kylo ren #rey x ben #star wars #sequel trilogy #rey of jakku #kylo ren #ben solo

[fanwork-exchange-promos]

Star Wars: May the Fourth Be With You 2024

Posted by: maythe4th Link: maythe4thbewithyou / May the 4th 2024 on AO3 Description: MayThe4thBeWithYou is a low-pressure Star Wars themed fanworks exchange running from mid-February to May 4th. Fanworks may revolve around characters from any of the Star Wars franchises, including the theatrical releases, the television programs, the EU/Legends books and comics and the video games, up to and including the Star Wars Holiday Special and Matt the Radar Technician. If the characters have appeared in any Star Wars property, they're welcome! Participants who sign up agree to write a story of no less than 500 words, or to create a piece of fan art no smaller than 500 x 500 pixels that can stand as a completed work, in exchange for receiving one story or one piece of fan art. Schedule: (all times are 23:59 UTC unless noted) Feb 23 - Mar 8: Nominations Mar 1 - Mar 9: Sign ups Apr 20: Early default deadline Apr 27: Assignments due May 4 00:01 UTC: Works go live May 11 00:01 UTC: Creators revealed Questions can be asked at the community or sent to [email protected]. comments via The Fandom Calendar https://ift.tt/zwjnlDZ

#Star Wars: May the Fourth Be With You 2024

[juniperwoodwell]

•prompt Exchange•

This is a collaboration with @kylowritten and I. We have decided to take one to two prompts a month and write fics for them. If you have any prompts comment down below.

•We do not discuss anything we'd do for our fics, any similarities are purely coincidence, which is really funny on our part.

Here's a list of characters we will write for:

•JW: Kylo ren, Adam Sackler, Phillip Altman, Flip Zimmerman, Matt the radar technician.

•KW: Kylo ren, Phillip Altman, Flip Zimmerman, Matt the radar technician, Commander Mills.

Prompt 1: "Why me?" "Why not you?"

• Phillip Altman X F! Reader

Jw: "Reunion pt.1"

Kw: "Why me?"

Prompt 2: "Don't treat me like a fool" "Then don't act like one."

• Kylo Ren X F! Reader

Coming soon

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

[thenookienostradamus]

20 questions for fic writers

Okay so this one looks insanely fun; I couldn't not hop on board. Tagged by the fantastic @nocompromise-noregrets. These are some juicy questions!

1. How many works do you have on Ao3? 45. Oh shit I just realized I have one fic for each year of my life.

2. What’s your total Ao3 word count? 957,606

3. What fandoms do you write for? Many of the ones I have written for I don't anymore, but I've written for some enormous fandoms like Hannibal, Tolkien/Silmarillion, Star Wars, Sherlock, and SPN, a couple biggish ones (Detroit: Become Human , Midnight Mass, and Foundation -TV), and a shitload of tiny fandoms including The Alienist (TV), The Following, True Detective, The Exorcist (TV), and Preacher (TV).

4. What are your top five fics by kudos? Cernunnos (Hannibal) - 1,189; Misericorde (Hannibal) - 727; Exit Music (D:BH) - 716; The Detective Doth Protest Too Much (D:BH) - 638; The Stolen Prey (Hannibal) - 579.

5. Do you respond to comments? Yes! It's super important to me to take time and thank people who have commented. Also I'm not super crazy popular so I don't get a shit-ton of comments anyway. They're all gems!

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? Hm. Most likely Nightmare Angel, my lone Supernatural fic which nobody reads because I kill Dean and send Sam on an automobile-assisted vengeance quest. Listen, it's a book-based AU and the book isn't exactly the happiest.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? Probably This Night at the Edge of the World, which is a surprisingly poignant modern AU take on a Star Wars crack ship. Matt the fucking Radar Technician. Who knew?

8. Do you get hate on fics? Rarely. I've gotten a couple of comments along the lines of "Why didn't you do x?" or "If this was my fic I would have..." and I've found that a lot of those come from people who are well intentioned but possibly neurodivergent, so I try to be kind.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? Yep. All but 8 of my fics are Explicit-rated. Not sure what is meant by "what kind" - but like...hopefully the sexy kind? This is a reflection of the reason why I read fanfic. If I want character development, an engrossing story, an ingenious plot, whatever, I read original fiction. If I want to read about make-believe people banging, I read fic. I don't like longfic or romance or slow burn or whatever. Reading fic, for me, is purely for horndog reasons.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written? I guess the closest I've come to that is the Techienician ship, AKA Matt the Radar Technician (Adam Driver's undercover Star Wars character from a Saturday Night Live sketch) x Techie from Dredd (2012) as played by Domhnall Gleeson.

11. (there doesn't seem to be a question 11) Free space! I am loving the recent proliferation of interesting, complicated female characters in media!

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? Uh. I think so? Not sure if it was on AO3, though.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? Tons of them, actually. Which is weird because I typically like to write alone. But I've had some amazing collabs. I cowrote one of my Following fics with a friend (we've since lost touch). I wrote a crackfic called It's Hard Out There for a Balrog for a reverse bang, collaborating with @melkors-big-tits and his ridiculously amazing art and awesome ideas. My fave collab, of course, was the extraordinarily cracky Kylux holiday fic, Merry Huxmas, which I co-wrote with my sister, @gefionne.

14. What’s your all time favorite ship? Uh...I don't really have an all-time favorite. Just whatever is occupying my mind at the time.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? I'm not entirely sure I'll ever finish The Unresisting Heart, which is a Maglor/Sauron fic. It was an experiment in style and I enjoyed it, but I'm not sure I'm in the frame of mind to finish. I keep telling myself I'll finish In Eorum Nominibus, my Midnight Mass Riley/Father Paul fic. But again...not sure.

16. What are your writing strengths? Characterization, probably. I'm pretty decent at putting together a plot with a lot of moving pieces. Dialogue. Also making things not read like fanfic.

17. What are your writing weaknesses? I sometimes miss opportunities for character interiority, especially with a fast-moving plot. I try not to, but my writing is vague sometimes. I don't particularly think it's a weakness, but fic readers love flowery, pretty language and I refuse to write that way.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? Largely unnecessary. If you do, translate. But throwing words from another language in makes you sound like a non-native speaker trying to appear cool. If you're fluent in another language, why not just write in that language, too?

19. First fandom you wrote for? Well, if you don't count Mary Sue stories written in a spiral notebook before the computer era, probably The Matrix. Revolutions, specifically. It's not posted. It will never be posted.

20. Favourite fic you’ve written? Exit Music. Because its totally invented AU plot went on to inspire an original novel that may or may not be published before I die. People really do not want to read "unlikeable female characters." Sigh.

Tagging some new friends, including @mycapeisplaid and @madsmilfelsen, plus some beloved old friends: @thefangirlibrarian, @niennawept, @ruiniel, @i-did-not-mean-to, @cilil, and the obligatory @gefionne because she has the same parents as I do and also because she's awesome.

#fic #writing #tag game #fanfiction #fic asks

[sturkillerbase]

Star Wars Masterlist

Fanfics

The Mandalorian:

I’ts All Coming Back to Me in Waves

Pairing: Din Djarin x f!reader

Summary: After many years of being apart, an old friend of the Mandalorian - that meant more to him than he dared to admit - contacts him and invites him over. Could Din let himself dream of her again?

Genre: Fluff, slow burn, found family, a little angst

Status: Ongoing

Series masterlist

Obi-Wan Kenobi (series)

Soap and Shelter

Pairing: Obi-Wan Kenobi x Reader

Summary: You and Ben have been close friends for the whole decade he's been on Tatooine, always having each other's back and helping one another go through the hard daily life on the dry, hot planet. Except that you cared for each other more than just friends. Problems arrive, secrets rise. What will be of you and Ben from now on?

Genre: fluff, for now...

Status: ongoing

Part I

May the 4th Celebration Party 2022 requests

“I feel strange when you’re around” “Do you have a fever or something?” - Din Djarin x Reader enemies to lovers

“I can’t get you out of my head” “... Thanks?” - Din Djarin x Reader - friends to lovers

"Is that my shirt?" - Poe Dameron x Reader - friends with recently added benefits

All works bellow this have been written in 2016, so be aware that my writing and my english were not so good back then

Imagines

General Hux:

Imagine Hux struggling to ask you out (fluff)

Imagine Hux seeing you for the first time (fluff)

Imagine hearing Hux’s laugh for the first time (fluff, just pure fluff)

Imagine being pregnant with Hux’s baby (fluff)

Kylo Ren:

Imagine Kylo leaving his duties just to be with you (fluff)

One Shots

Kylo Ren:

I can’t make you love me (angst)

Matt the Radar Technician/Kylo Ren + Valentines Day (fluff)

Headcanons

General Hux:

Headcanons (based entirely on canon General Hux)

Would Includes

Being Hux’s twin sibling and dating Kylo Ren (comedy like I guess?)

Extra

Kylux College AU

#masterlist #star wars

[cosmic-kaden]

Then we collide.

Ship: Matt the radar technician x Kaden Reese the fighter mechanic

Words: 1,127 (whats happeninngggggggg)

cw: GOD THEY'RE SO AWKWARD HELP THEM. ( no cws :3 )

Summary: I'm lost.. where are we? who are you? lol

okay to reblog || Hey, if you aren't a self-shipper please DNI. Nothing against ya, I just have anxiety lol

Kaden sighed heavily, why did they have to go down there? They weren't used to the corridors down there and they always seemed to get lost. Every time they got assigned to it, despite them trying to map it out in their free time it still confused the fuck out of them. Kaden is a skilled fighter mechanic, usually fixing up TIE fighters and they usually hung out in the main bay but today they were assigned to a remote section of the base and it was seldom visited by people. Kaden groaned but managed to find their way down there.

Once there, Kaden's hands weaved through the innards of the formidable machines, it was during one of these routine checks on a particularly stubborn engine that the fates decided to intervene and spice things up a bit. Kaden growled as slipped out from the large fighter, grease smears on their shirt and oil on their hands and cheek.

Kaden forgot some of their tools but thankfully they weren't too far out of reach, across the floor sitting on the table. Kaden stood to their feet and went to walk towards the bag but the floor had other plans for Kaden, a patch of oil, a remnant from earlier when they were working pooled on the floor that they hadn't taken notice of. When their foot collided with the oily patch there was no more friction and Kaden yelped, reaching out and grabbing passerby.

This passerby was none other than the radar technician, Matt. He was down there navigating the maze of machinery, he didn't know how he found himself down there and he had unwittingly stepped into Kaden's path just as they slipped.

Feeling his jumpsuit getting tugged his lips parted as he too also let out a grunt, his hands trying to grab Kaden but it happened so fast and WHAM their collective clumsiness came together with a force that seemed to pause time itself, the world blurred momentarily as the two laid in a mess of limbs on the floor.

Kaden caught their breath and their eyes were met with Matt. His blonde hair was tousled and disheveled, his glasses askew on his face. they had seen this guy before, and Kaden was pretty sure he was the brightest thing on the base. No, really that ill-fitting orange vest was brighter than a billion suns inside the dull halls of the base.

"A-Are you okay?" Matt's voice rang out, his voice a blend of concern and a hint of awe.

Kaden groaned as a response before speaking. "Maybe?" Kaden was dazed, their head had collided with the floor.

"Not fond of watching where you're going?" he chuckled softly and got up off of Kaden, offering them his hand.

"I slipped-" Kaden glared up at him but took his hand into theirs nonetheless.

Matt pulled them to their feet, making sure to avoid the oil spot that got them into that mess in the first place. "and you thought using me as an anchor would save you?" He raised a brow.

"I grabbed the first thing I could get my hands on…sorry." Kaden huffed, checking over their shoulder to see that their back was completely covered in oil and they let out another growl of frustration.

"So, you got a name clumsy?" Matt asked a hint of amusement in his voice and Kaden shot him a glare at the nickname.

"Reese… Kaden." Kaden hummed, walking over to their bag to dig through their tools.

"I'm Matt. A radar technician," he said flatly and Kaden turned to face him

"I know," They said as they walked past him and went back under the fighter they were working on.

"You know?" Matt once again cocked a brow, a quizzical look on his face and if Kaden was paying attention they probably would have thought it was quite cute.

"You're kinda hard to miss dude." Kaden's lips pulled into a small smirk. their heart was racing a bit, what people didn't know was that Kaden noticed him, a lot. A lot more than others did, they would never admit that they might have gotten quite a little crush on him. Sure he had his anger issues but he also could be sweet to others and his clumsiness and awkward demeanor was very charming in Kaden's eyes

"What's that supposed to mean?" His voice held a bit of defensiveness in it.

"Well, when you aren't screaming at the top of your lungs or chucking something across the room you're like a walking highlighter" Kaden snorted, peeking out at him from under the fighter to see Matt look down at his work uniform. "At least we can never lose ya eh?"

"Huh, I guess I'm not very inconspicuous am I?" Matt said with a small chuckle.

"No. You are not." Kaden hummed, there was a moment of silence, the only sounds being the deep rumbles from the base and Kaden working away. Kaden sighed and slid out from under the fighter again, sitting on the floor as they looked up at him. "Why are you doing here anyways?"

"Got lost."

"Felt." Kaden laughed softly. "I can never navigate this side of the base worth shit, no matter how much I try I get lost. Can imagine a newbie like you navigating this place with ease."

"When are you finished work?" Matt asked, it came out of nowhere and Kaden was slightly taken aback by it.

"huh? Oh- uh, a couple hours.." Kaden mumbled softly, it was so out of left pocket considering they were just talking about getting lost, Matt wasn't the greatest at conversation but that was okay, neither was Kaden.

"Wanna hang out or something?" Matt looked down at Kaden and Kaden felt like they had whiplash, they weren't used to people just asking to hang out, it was usually awkward conversations and then walking away to never speak to one another again. This was new.

"Uhm…." Kaden thought for a moment.

"Unless you're busy."

"No, I'm not busy.. uh sure, yeah. Let's.. hang out" Kaden stood to their feet, a small twinge of excitement for days end hitting them. "Nice to finally officially meet you, Matt." Kaden flashed him a soft smile.

"Likewise. Sorry for falling on you."

"Sorry for pulling you." Kaden chuckled softly.

For the rest of the day, Kaden felt like they were able to do their work a little more quickly than usual, they were eager for the day's end. Their days were usually so mundane and boring but today was different, today was exciting and a little weird. They wondered what other types of adventures they could have given how the first meeting went.

This could be the start of something new, fun, and amazing.

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Rating: Explicit Word Count: 4,354 Summary: Kylo brings you a gift, then he brings his brothers a gift. Contains: RAPE/NONCON. Kidnapping, general Dead Dove: Do Not Eat stuff. Mild Gore. Smut. 

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For once, you focus on the lingering ache between your legs. On the deep, unsettling pain behind your pubic bone that wouldn’t go away.

“Two day delivery.” Kylo says, smiling down at the strip of leather in his hands. "It's even waterproofed." You don’t ask him where he ordered it, it has to be custom made. Perhaps on a professor’s salary he could afford it. The collar is black leather with your name stitched in red. Below it, a metal D-ring is attached firmly to the fabric. The inside is lined with some sort of soft padding. To prevent chafing, you suppose, for the long hours you'll be wearing it. You'll probably wear it for...

You sniffle and keep your eyes shut as he fastens the collar around your neck- the padding almost luxurious, at least compared to the roughness of the rope and chain they’d been using. The padlock of the chain clicks as Kylo unlocks it- and clicks again as he attaches the tiny lock to your collar.

Kylo steps away from you as you slowly open your eyes again, staring only at the plain cement floor. Perhaps you should be happy that he’d bought you a collar- it obviously meant he planned on keeping you. Not just…

You swallow thickly.

Would it be better to just die? You didn’t know- couldn’t think. You want to go home, to go back to what you had…

Kylo hums pleasantly- and your chain clicks again. You turn to follow the sound and watched as Kylo unclips your leash (another joyous new addition to your wardrobe) from the wall. He watches you for a moment, considering something- then nods up towards the basement door. “Come on.”

Your heart skips a beat. You’re so stunned you don’t even resist Kylo helping you to your feet- your gait awkward and stilted after being off your legs for… how long? How long had you been down here? At least two days, you knew... Surely not more than that.

Kylo is more patient than you would have guessed, urging you along with one hand at your back, but letting you hobble your way up the stairs, one at a time. With your hands still bound in front of you, you can’t even use the handrail to steady yourself. He opens the door- and the scent of something fresh and… citrusy washes over you. Your feet touch carpet- and squeeze your toes into the wry strings- tears springing to your eyes.

You weren’t sure you’d ever feel carpet again.

Kylo guides you down the hallway into what was clearly the master bedroom. Sparsely furnished with a nightstand, two dressers (one of which supported a large TV), and the bed. You began to sweat just looking at the bed- though it was surely a King and was topped with a large, soft-looking black duvet, it was the frame and headboard that made you anxious. The headboard appeared to be wrought iron, several strands twisted to make an ornate pattern with multiple good places to hook your leash onto.

Kylo doesn’t even pause to look, just ushers you into the attached bathroom. The size of it stuns you- a separate bath and shower across from a long mirror. Around the side of the shower is a small alcove created by the solid side of the shower- and you can see the toilet hiding in there.

A low sense of dread settles in your stomach, followed only by the sudden urgent need to pee. Your eyes flick between Kylo and relief, hoping he would understand (that was surely why he brought you here, wasn’t it?)- or at least wouldn’t punish you for wandering away.

Kylo only tilts his head and gives a single nod. You begin to turn away- and your leash jerks you back towards him, his fist twisted into the black leather. He stares at you, eyes burning with intent. He licks his lips, “Ask for permission.”

You can’t help the anger that washes over you first- the rage and horror that comes from being treated like this monster’s pet. But what choice do you have? Ben would certainly rejoice in punishing you for any bad behavior- and despite Kylo’s confessions of love and adoration, he was by no means merciful.

You hold your tongue, look to the tile. “May I use the bathroom…?”

Kylo hums- as though he had to consider your question. “Try again.” Indignation (and your increasing awareness of your bladder) makes your lips pucker and curl. Kylo’s voice is sugar sweet when he speaks again. “You’ve asked before. You know how.”

You want to tell him to shove off- perhaps to walk back into his bedroom and piss on his carpet like a bad dog. But he’s already holding your leash, keeping you here on the cool tile of his bathroom. You close your eyes, try to keep the anger stifled. “Please, Kylo,” you barely manage to bite it out, “May I use the bathroom?”

Kylo smiles, serene. “Yes.”

Kylo keeps hold of your leash, passing the length under the edge of the door. If he knew you planned to spend several minutes simply sitting in the small, enclosed space just to enjoy having something vaguely normal, he said nothing about it.

You did notice, however, that despite having a small basket that you would presume would normally hold magazines or books or something- the little wicker thing was completely empty. Isolation, you figured. No other reason to keep you from simple paper goods. You struggle a bit with your hands bound, but ultimately manage to take care of yourself.

You step out of the small room already feeling much better- some degree of autonomy restored to you. Kylo remained in a good mood. He gestured to the large tub. “Would you like to take a bath?”

Judging his intention is impossible. You stare at his face for a long time, trying to figure out what deception he was playing-- but perhaps it really was that simple. A bath. You probably did stink, after all- if nothing else the stress of…. of all of this would make you sweat.

Hesitantly you nod- just one single jerk of your head. Kylo smiles again, genuinely pleased- and he runs the water for your bath.

With his back turned, you look around the bathroom again. The boys personal effects are here, a toothbrush holder with three toothbrushes. Black towels on a rack on the far wall. Bottles of various brands and colors in the shower. But nothing you could use. No razors left out (which surely they must use- considering two of them were clean shaven and Ben had some stubble). Nothing remotely sharp, or- or hell, not even anything you could use as a blunt weapon.

The mirror you could shatter- but if the other boys were home they’d hear it. You couldn’t take all three of them with a shard of glass. Assuming, of course, you could get a decently shaped piece on the first hit to the mirror and could cut your arms free. If it only cracked…

You bit your lip and turned back to Kylo- the water was already filling the tub quickly, drifts of steam rising off the surface.

The water is too hot when you step in, but you don’t say anything. Because it feels amazing. You whine pathetically as you sink in completely to the hot water- already it soothes some of the aches in your spine, the residual ache between your legs.

Kylo pulls a plastic bag out from under the sink- never letting go of your leash, you note- and sets the items on the edge of the tub around the faucet. Soap, shampoo, a face wash, conditioner- “Here.” Kylo says, interrupting your peace- as he kneels beside the tub with a spotlessly new, pink loofah.

Your stomach churns at the sight of it. Something so familiar and domestic- and silent tears slide over your cheeks.

Kylo’s hand is larger than you expect, covering your cheek entirely as he rubs away a tear with his thumb. “I’ll take care of you…” You only sigh and close your eyes.

He’s methodical about his bathing. He pours the soap onto the loofah and lathers it across your chest first- the scent of green apples being rubbed into your skin. He doesn’t dally with your breasts as you thought he might; he’s shockingly chaste. He scrubs hard with the sponge, but if you flinch away he softens his grip. When he’s done with that area- the skin now fresh and tinged red with irritation- he lays his lips to it in an apology.

When he washes your back he sits up on the back edge of the tub. He scrubs as he does with the rest of your body- but eventually sets the loofah down into the water with you- and rubs his fingers along your spine. He’s shockingly good at it- and you hate that you relax into his touch, letting him work the knots out of your back with an artist’s precision.

He’s careful when he washes your hair. He lifts your chin to keep the shampoo from running into your eyes- and he massages your scalp as he did with your back, making little electric sparks tingle down your neck. He rinses the shampoo out and runs his fingers through your wet, flopping hair several times.

Then: nothing. He simply sits with you for several minutes as you water begins to cool to lukewarm. You watch his throat bob warily. He let out some length on your leash so he may move to the towel rack and retrieve a washcloth. He kneels beside the tub again- and he hesitates for only a second. “Turn towards me. Close your eyes.”

There’s little option to weigh- and you obey him. Kylo catches your chin in his hand- delicate, only holding you with his thumb and forefinger. The other hand- you yelp when something disturbs your water- but Kylo retracts the washcloth immediately and begins wetting your face.

He returns a moment later with the face wash. For as rough as he was with the loofah, he’s gentle with your face. Never straying towards your eyes or mouth, but working a thick lather over your forehead and cheeks. Your water ripples again as he rinses the cloth- and then rinses your face. He makes several passes, making sure all the soap is gone before speaking again. “Okay. You can open them now.”

Kylo rings out the washcloth and puts it next to the sink. He stands there watching you for a while- and you turn away from him, focus on the still vaguely warm water. You rub your hands over your skin- and feel the wrinkles of your pruning fingertips.

“Do you want to get out?” He asks.

You bite your lip and consider how to answer. He at least looks sincere- so you shake your head softly.

“Alright.”

You expect a reprimand or Kylo dragging you out anyway- but it doesn’t come.

You stay in the bath until you start to shiver. Kylo stays beside you for the entire length. Sometimes just staring at you, with this sicking look of awe and love- but mostly on his phone, idly checking apps and pages.

When you begin to shiver, he knows immediately. He stands and retrieves a large, fluffy towel. You don’t resist at all as he guides you to stand and step out onto the bath mat. He’s so gentle- wrapping you up carefully and drying you- even getting a second towel to begin drying your hair.

It’s nice, even. You let yourself close your eyes and relax into his touch. Rhythmic massaging across your scalp as he wrings the water from your hair. When he deems you dry enough, he leans forward and presses his lips to your forehead. You don’t fight him.

Was this your life now? Trading your cooperative captivity for small acts of kindness? You suppose it’s better than the alternative- fighting with no chance of success, only to be punished with more pain and humiliation. You look up to find Kylo watching you, deep brown eyes unreadable- but you dare hope it’s concern creasing his brow. He leads you back out of the bathroom and into the bedroom.

You wish you had fought him.

On the bed, Ben and Matt wait for you. You tense up, drag your feet on the floor even as Kylo begins to push you across the plush carpeting.

“Really took your time, huh?” Ben asks, not bothering to be subtle with how his gaze rakes up and down your nearly nude body- only one towel protecting yourself from the three brothers.

Matt looks ashamed, biting his plush lip- eyes flicking between the ground and you, like he’s trying to resist and keeps faltering.

“No,” You whisper, trying to dig your heels in and stop- and Kylo’s body presses up against yours as he nearly carries you, the thickening curve of his cock against your lower back leaving you with no doubts as to what was about to happen. "You can't do this..."

“It’s okay,” Kylo coos, forces you up onto the bed. Ben and Matt move out of the way- Ben’s calloused hands catching your shoulders and drag you up towards that ornate cast iron. On instinct you begin to writhe against your captors- but the harsh vice grip across your arms stills you.

You whimper, fight the tears gathering in your eyes as Kylo loops your long leash through the ties around your hands- and attaches the whole assemblage to the headboard. You’re left on your knees, facing the wall- your hands only movable along the length of the black leather.

You figure out quickly that the boys had planned in advance how this would work. Kylo lays down on the bed beside you- his belt and pants already undone, cock jutting proudly from the denim. You turn away and close your eyes- don’t even look at him as he lifts one of your legs to force you to straddle his hips.

Kylo says your name. You sob quietly as his cock slips between your labia. But more concerningly, the brothers are moving- Ben crawling onto the bed behind you, Matt sitting next to Kylo’s head. You make the mistake of looking over your shoulder at Ben.

You watch for a moment as he pops a cap to a bottle- lube, you suspect. Closing your eyes, you hang your head, let your hands slide uselessly to your chest. One large hand cups your cheek. You can’t tell whose it is- Matt’s or Kylo’s. You’re not sure you care.

Cold lube pours against your ass, making you shiver, grit your teeth. Ben wastes no time in pressing his fingers into you, working with brisk, efficient movements. You already knew he didn’t care for you- he was just here for the good time Kylo had so graciously provided him.

Fingers swept through your hair, pushing it away from your face. “It’s okay…” Matt coos. “I told him to be gentle.”

You don’t thank him.

Ben’s fingers slip out of you as something thicker pushes against your flesh. And if they were truly identical triplets, then you knew how much you had to take. “Please, please don’t. Please, Ben...”

Only one sob escapes your lips, still nearly silent as Ben pushes into you. You try to relax, even as every part of you screams for him to stop- the head of Ben’s cock presses in. He groans, pressing his face against your back and he’s too big, his preparation too rushed, it hurts-

“Oh, God!, Kylo, it feels so good,” You feel every hot pant of his breath against your skin as he tried to reign himself in, to ease his length into you. The only thing holding him back is Kylo, you’re sure- and the sickening feeling of being grateful for Kylo’s presence rises in you. You clutch at the ties to the bedframe and wish so badly you didn’t want to be clutching at Kylo instead- at least Kylo wants to be gentle with you. And as Ben bottoms out, his hips fitting snugly against your ass, a hand brushes across your cheeks, pushes any stray hair from your face.

“It’s okay,” Matt cooes again. It’s not. It never will be. But what else can you do but take what they do to you?

Below you, Kylo begins to shift and it truly dawns on you what is about to happen. His cock- that had been grinding nicely against your clit, the only thing keeping you from focusing exclusively on the soreness in your ass, slides down and presses against you. You close your eyes and Matt cups your cheeks.

“It’s alright, love...” Kylo murmurs, but he’s not looking at you. He looks down between your bodies and lines himself up. “You were so good to me before, please do that again?”

You whimper, turn your face into Matt’s hands. And with your body already stuffed full of his brother’s cock, Kylo fights to force his own thick length inside you. Pain lights across your body- you tug at your restraints on instinct, but can hardly move without agitating the pain in your rear. "Stop! Stop! It's too much!"

You sob- and Kylo moans low, his head dropping back against the mattress. He groans, “You’re so tight, so good for me,” Matt’s fingers card through your hair as the tears finally resume. “Wonderful, so perfect for me.”

Ben groans and you feel sloppy wet kisses between your shoulder blades. “Oh, fuck, Kylo. It's so tight."

Ben thrusts involuntarily and you scream-

Matt’s hand clamps over your mouth. His big, round eyes implore you to keep it quiet, to control yourself, but now that Ben’s started he can’t stop. Worse still, through your thin walls, he’s made Kylo groan- his own self control snapping as he grabs your hips and moves in tandem. Everything between your legs burns and you stare blankly at Matt, the only remaining triplet.

He was so nice to you. He brought you food- took out Ben’s torturous toy. Was it so bad what he’d done to you, compared to them? Compared to their hot breath ghosting over your skin and the cruel moans and their utter lack of care for you. You look to Matt’s face- and see the same twisted affection that Kylo has but more controlled, reined in. He knows the reality of it- you hate them.

His hands leave your face- a cold block settles in your stomach. He pulls at his belt, unbuttons his khakis. “I’m sorry.” He whispers and you drop your head. “I’ll be gentle.”

His cock prods at your mouth, it takes a little for him to pull at your jaw and make you open up. He’s warm on your tongue and you pinch your eyes closed before you can see how his head tips back and he moans. His fingers slide through your hair in a mockery of the kindness he’d shown you before,

He’s true to his word, too- while Kylo grabs at you, pulls you down against them with bruising strength and Ben’s hands leave your shoulders to reach around in front of you and grope at your breasts, Matt remains slow, cautious. Ben moans loudly and Kylo has his deep, masculine grunts, but Matt stifles his noises down to choked gasps. Kylo batters against your cervix, yet Matt never chokes you with his dick... He even keeps your hair from your face, brushes it away with fingers too soft to come from a rapist.

You begin to cry again and grab at the leash keeping you in place. It's too thick for you to tear through, but it creaks as you yank on it. The pain is bad enough, but the twisted affection that Matt gives you is too much. Even with Kylo’s swears of love, Matt’s tender gaze is what unnerves you. How could he be kind while he and his brothers kidnapped you, violated you?

Ben’s grasp tightens, his fingers clamping down on your chest, pinching at your nipples, and you flinch back towards him, trying to escape his hands. Matt’s fingers twist into your hair to keep you from moving too far away- and you focus on the nicest brother. It’s too much, the other two- they’re cruel and ruthless and they don’t really care about you, but Matt-

Ben cums, moaning loudly in your ear. Heat fills your ass and nausea washes over you as he keeps fucking you, riding out his bliss at your expense. You whimper and his slowing thrusts only make you more aware of Kylo’s increasing force. With Matt’s cock in your mouth you can’t look to Kylo’s face; you’re not sure how to feel about that. Ben slips out and you feel his cum follow him, oozing warm and slick out of your battered and sore ass, down to your pussy. Down to where Kylo’s cock continues to fuck you.

Matt taps the back of your head- you look up to him. That’s all the warning you get, his fingers tighten in your hair but never like Ben’s bruising grapples- and he cums across your tongue. It’s bitter and disgusting, you want to spit, but Matt’s cock frustratingly stays in your mouth as he stutters through a few more thrusts. You twist against his hand, but Matt has his brothers’ strength and you can only cry as Matt’s head tips back. Cum touches the back of your throat and you wretch.

That gets Matt’s attention. He pulls himself free, swiping away the long strings of saliva that follow his cock. Under Kylo's groans, you can barely hear Matt's quiet little, "Sorry, sorry..." The cum gathers on your tongue and you start to turn towards the empty sheets-

A hand claps over your mouth; your face stings, burning under the hit. You flinch and try to scream against a huge, warm palm. “Don’t you fucking dare spit.” Ben growls.

"Ben..." Matt pleads. The rage sparks inside you- and is snuffed out just as quickly as Ben’s other hand closes over your nose.

You struggle, pull away from his hands- but Ben simply moves closer, bends you backwards to keep you from fighting. “Swallow.” Ben commands you, and through your blurry tears his eyes are cool, unmoved by your suffering. With your hands still tied, there’s little else you can do, and as much as the taste in your mouth is vile, evil, disgusting, the burning in your chest is worse. “Swallow and I won’t rape your ass again.”

With your mouth full you can’t even properly sob.

You gag halfway through, but you force Matt’s cum down your throat and nod weakly at Ben. The cold stone of his expression blossoms into the cruel smile you’d seen before. He lets go of your face and you gasp in deep lungfuls.

Another set of hands cup your jaw, delicate and careful as he rubs his thumb over your cheek. You don’t bother looking at him; you know he’ll have that same expression from before. Like he’s concerned about your well being, like he actually gives a damn what his brothers do to you.

You don’t have to ignore him for long; Kylo’s fingernails bite into your hips and he drives into you. The lightest push against Matt’s hands and you can look down at the eldest brother. Kylo’s dark hair is splayed out over the sheets, his cheeks flushed pink, eyes closed so tight his brow has begun to crease. He gasps, sucks in air through his teeth and though his cock works inside you, rubs against the deepest parts of you, the pain in your ass and the suffering deep in your soul keep you grounded.

His eyes open and once again that twisted, warped love in his eyes makes your stomach churn. You look away. Kylo sighs, apparently glad to finally have you to himself again, “You’re mine-” He chokes out, the last syllable rising off into a stifled moan. “All mine, forever, ah!”

His cock twitches, his fingers digging bruises into your skin again as he groans- and though you want nothing more than to curl up on your mattress in the basement, it’s the relief that it’s over that bothers you the most. Cum pours into your cunt and that’s all your life will be now. Used over and over, just waiting for it to be over. He won’t let you go, it’ll never be over-

You’ll never go home. Your family will never find you. Tightness builds in your chest, a buzzing loud in your ears over Kylo’s exhausted, blissful panting. It’ll never end.

You’ll die here. They’ve taken everything from you, and you’ll die in their fucking basement.

The misery in you twists, distorts. Your hands twist into the restraints and every part of you wants to dig your nails into Kylo’s neck, to rip open his throat and watch him bleed out. Or Ben- to smash Ben’s face against the cement walls you’ve been trapped in for so long until that cruel, horrible smirk is nothing but red paste-

And fingers touch your jaw. Matt’s eyebrows are pulled in high and tight, a little frown tugging at his lips.

And Matt with his soft caresses, the tenderness. It’s all fake, all show and ruin- he’d used you just the same as them and he doesn’t even have the decency to act like it is what it is. For him to pretend that he’s somehow better than them-

“What's…?” He starts, catches sight of the fire in your eyes.

"Fuck you." He starts to move back, towards the headboard. There’s no restraint to stop you from following, from lunging forward.

With your hands tied, all you have left is your teeth- teeth that sink into the first expanse of pale, mole-dotted skin that you can reach, teeth that sink in until the taste of his cum is washed away under blood-

And Matt screams.

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