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glassbxttless · 1 year

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[CLOSE] from the smut prompts okay? But stay with me for this one.

Paterson x Pregnant!Reader

Also maybe some lactation kink in there somewhere

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Paterson x f!Reader

summary: You delight Paterson with some very shocking news not too long after the birth of your first child.

word count: 2k+

warnings: 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, smut, postpartum, new pregnancy, pregnant reader, female reader, pinv, vaginal sex, a bit of fingering, lactation kink

You feel sick to your stomach as you hold Olive close to your chest, patting her back as she scrunches close. Her skin is clean, new, fresh, only eight weeks old. Your eyes are fixated on that little test strip on the counter. You press a kiss to the top of Olive’s head full of dark hair as you sigh. Two lines making tears prick the corner of your eyes. You knew it shouldn’t have happened then, that the two of you were just too focused on how your bodies felt— not your minds. Ten minutes of the sleepiest sex you’ve ever had, set you onto a path of two babies within the year.

You remember Paterson asking if you were okay afterwards, how he ran a bath and promised he’d take care of Olive. He brushed your hair and kissed your head and apologized for letting it get as far as it did. But you were just as much to blame, you apologized too and it hasn’t happened again. But here you are now. You take a deep breath and walk out of the bathroom, placing Olive into her swing just as Paterson walks through the door. Your heart stops as your eyes meet.

He starts to unzip his jacket and hang it on the hook. “There are my girls.” He has a smile on his face, leaning down to give you the softest kiss and a squeeze on your arm. He presses a kiss to the top of Olive’s head before ducking into your shared bedroom to change from his work clothes into something comfortable to wear around the house. Unbuttoning his shirt, he turns the corner into the bathroom. Letting the fabric roll off of his shoulders and then he’s tossing into the hamper, catching sight of the test on the counter. His heart stops as he steps closer, lifting the strip close enough to see the two pink lines clearly. He sucks in a breath, trying to calm those racing thoughts: Olive, your newborn is only eight weeks old. He places the strip back down on the counter, just like he found it. He doesn’t want you to know he’s seen it. You’ll come to him when you’re ready.

When he steps back out of the bedroom, sweatpants hanging low on his waist— white t-shirt covering his chest— you’re sitting on the couch, Olive tucked close to your chest as she nurses. Paterson’s quick to make sure your water cup is full and you’ve got a snack next to you before he’s heating up two portions of lasagna from your stash of premade dinners. He watches you, noting how unusually quiet you’ve been since he’s come in. You’ve never gone a day without asking him how work was.

But you’re lost in your own thoughts, something that you’ve grown used to since Olive’s birth. “Pat?” your voice is quiet, shaky, a quiet trill that seeps in like you’re about to cry. Paterson is quick to notice, walking over to sit down with you.

“Hey… what’s wrong?” He asks softly, reaching over to take Olive when you’re handing her over. He burps her and places her in her swing before he’s gathering you up into his arms.

“Think I’m pregnant.” You whisper and hide your face against his chest. He just rubs your back, holding you comfortingly as you continue to talk. “Olive is still so small and I don’t know what to do… I’m sorry.”

“You have nothing to apologize for.” he says softly, sitting you up to wipe a stray tear off your cheek. He smiles softly as he meets your eyes— hand cradling your cheek. “If anything I should be apologizing. I did it.” he says softly, searching your face for that little crack of a smile you indulge him with. He kisses your forehead, pulling you back against his chest. Your knees are placed on each side of his hips. “I love you and you’re a fantastic mother. You’ve done amazing with Olive. If this is something you want, you’re going to do amazing with them too,” he says softly.

“I… I do want this.” You nod. You think of Olive and how much you love her. How much Paterson loves her. How good he is with her. How you both have begun to find yourselves within parenthood. “I want everything with you.” you whisper, thumbs brushing along his jaw as you pull him into a kiss. His eyes begin to flutter closed, one hand tightening on your hip and the other planting itself on the back of your neck to pull you closer. Your mouths part, heads tipping into each other. Paterson’s tongue chasing yours as you feel like every vein in your body is on fire. Your hips begin digging into his. The thin fabric of the sweatpants he was wearing is doing nothing to mask the erection growing underneath.

He’s not shy about it, dragging your hips against him as he scoots to the edge of the sofa. Hand moving from your neck to wrap around your waist as he stands. “Gotta take my girl to bed, huh?” He whispers, lips pressing a kiss underneath your ear as he begins to carry you to the hall— a quiet squeal of Olive’s name leaving your lips halts him in his tracks. “Go sit in bed for me, yeah? I’ll get her.” He kisses the top of your head, as your feet hit the ground. He steadies you with a hand on your waist, waiting for you to turn and disappear into your bedroom.

You make quick work of stripping down to just your t-shirt. The one that’s hanging on your shoulders by just a thread. It’s old and worn, stained by your breastmilk and dried tears from your eight week old baby. You flip on the lamp, dim light filling your room. You give Tessa, the Afghan hound/Rough collie mix you and Pat had adopted at the beginning of your relationship— who takes up residency at the end of your bed each night, a few little gentle pats on her back ushering her away, promising she can have her spot back later. She stands and stretches, wagging her tail before hopping off the edge of the bed and trotting out to the living room. No doubt to drink some water and lounge on the couch. And just as she’s leaving, Paterson is appearing in the doorframe. “Look at you.” Pat mumbles, kicking the door closed as he steps into the room. He admires the expanse of your thighs, the way your hips have gotten wider since the beginning of your pregnancy. He’s stepping closer, settling one knee on the bed as his eyes dip downward. They rake up over the fabric covering your chest, a hand settling on your hip to pull you closer to him as he settles into place in the middle of the bed. His lips close the gap between the two of you, legs placed out in front of him after he sits against the mattress. His heart is beating so fast in his chest, but the second your hands settle on his shoulders— legs wrapped around his waist— he starts to settle down. He gets comfortable, lets himself relax into the kiss you share. “Sweet girl.” he whispers, hands toying with the hem of your t-shirt. “I love you. Nothing will ever change that, okay?” he says softly, fabric raising and exposing more and more of the skin of your back before he’s tugging the shirt off completely.

You shiver, tugging Paterson’s own t-shirt off of his body. Smiling when it ruffles his hair up. His hands find your chest, cupping your tits gently and he gently brushes his thumbs over your nipples. Your fingers are threading through his hair as he dips his head down, taking your nipple into his mouth. His other hand cups and kneads at your tit, his eyes fluttering closed. He’s so lost in you, so enamored. Your hips are rutting closer to him. Your bare cunt brushing against the growing hard on in his sweatpants. Paterson lets a bit of milk drip down from his chin as he pulls away, rolling down his neck and chest. Your fingers bunch up his hair a bit, bringing him into a kiss. You taste the lingering flavor of sweet sweet almond on his lips, his breathing rapidly increasing as you pull your legs back to raise to your knees just to get his sweatpants off.

And he’s quick to discard them, throwing them towards the floor as your legs settle back down around his waist. His cock standing red and angry between your bodies, he’s pulling you close by your waist. Lifting you just a bit against his chest to slip his free hand under you, teasing at your cunt. His fingers are sliding through your folds, brushing ever so gently against your clit. “So lucky you’re my wife.” he mumbles into the skin of your shoulder, two fingers plunging deep into you for just a second before he’s retracting them and replacing them with his cock. You take him greedily. He can feel your cunt fluttering around him and fuck if it isn’t the sweetest thing he’s ever felt. Every time he gets you in bed like this, he revels in the feeling. Truly loving and present in every single moment. His eyes are closed now, head tilting back just that little bit. He swallows hard. Adam's apple bobbing as he does. And your hips rock with his, clinging to each other's bodies as your arms wrap around his shoulders.

You can’t keep your sounds at bay. The moans, the squeals, the hums. Paterson’s just too big. Settled fully inside of you, he stretches you wide, just the right amount of burning pressure to set your nerves on fire. The ache settled deep in your belly starts to fade away into a building sense of pleasure as your hips begin to move in time with one another. The way he keeps his arm tightly locked around your waist as your ankles stay wrapped around his waist, starts to make you feel hot all over. Paterson’s face buries into the soft space between your neck and shoulder, lips pressed against the skin there— leaving a dark bruise in their wake. His tongue darts out to soothe the skin he’s damaged, his cock settled deeper and deeper inside of you, hitting that spongy spot that starts to make your eyes roll back. “Pat…” your breath comes out in little pants, quiet into Pat’s ear. “I’m gonna cum.”

He’s just about there, feels that coil in his belly begin to wind tighter and tighter. He knows he’ll only last a few more minutes— and not even that long if you keep talking to him like that. When your hands leave his shoulders to press against his chest, trying to find anywhere you can grip. You settle on his biceps as your body begins to shake, thighs convulsing as your head leans against his shoulder. Flashes of white light blind your vision as a pleasurable warmth floods through your veins. And Paterson is right behind you, lifting your hips just a bit to thrust his into you as deeply as he can, painting the inside of your pussy with his spend. His heart is racing just as fast as yours. Chests heaving opposite one another. The sound of your breathing matching the other’s breathing patterns. You look him over, that fucked-dumb smile playing at his lips. You’re so in love with him. You take a deep breath, sucking in enough air to try and regain your strength. You’re pushing him flat against his back on the mattress, laying on his chest with a laugh. Your hand nestled right up against his tummy.

And then he’s laughing, kissing the top of your head. His cock still nestled deep into you. “We’re gonna be alright, mama. Another one’s nothing we can’t handle.”

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#paterson #paterson x reader #paterson x f!reader #adam driver fandom #adam driver fanfic #adam driver character #cw: lactation kink #cw: breeding #cw: pregnancy #cw: postpartum #cw: vaginal sex #cw: pinv

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rynwritesstuff · 8 months

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Hi :) I was the who asked about the neurodivergent thing with Paterson. No worries on not feeling comfortable writing it, I understand! Could you possibly write "they're lying on the bed, one on top of the other just planting kisses alllllll over their face. all over." with Paterson? <3333

Hi, anon! Thank you so much for understanding and for being patient with me :) I hope you enjoy this!!

Paterson x Reader

Contains: Soft intimacy and love <3

Word Count: 320

Summary: You and Paterson wake up together.

He’s watching you. Your man. Your Paterson. His hair is tousled and his left cheek is rosy from sleeping on it, and he’s smiling softly. “You look so beautiful,” Paterson says, voice barely above a whisper as he stares down at your sleeping form. He touches your shoulder, and you shift slightly. He caresses your skin with the pad of his thumb, then leans in to kiss your arm. You open your eyes a few moments later, and he smiles at you.

“Hey,” he says gently. You reach for his hand and bring it to your lips so that you can kiss his fingers.

“Mm. Hi,” you hum. You turn so that you’re lying on your back, and Paterson continues to watch you. You’re naked from the night before. He’s wearing only a pair of boxers, and he carefully pulls the covers up over your chest so that you don’t get cold.

“You’re sweet,” you yawn as he leans over you. You wrap your arms around the back of his neck and pull him down so that you can kiss him properly. He presses his lips against yours, and you hum tiredly.

Paterson pulls back slightly, then lets his eyes roam over your face. He presses a kiss to your forehead, then your cheeks, then your nose, then your jaw, then–

You laugh softly as he kisses your face and straddles you carefully. You run your fingers through his messy hair, smiling and chuckling as you do.

“I love you so much,” you say before pressing your mouth against his firmly.

“I love you too, honey,” Paterson says. He’s bursting with love for you, and it spills out of him in moments like this one. Paterson presses his cheek against your chest, then, and you wrap your arms around him.

“Mm. Let’s go back to sleep,” he says. You kiss the top of his head, then close your eyes again.

“Okay, baby.”

#rynwritesstuff #adcu #adcu author #adcu fic #adam driver #adcu fanfiction #paterson x you #paterson x y/n #paterson x reader #paterson movie #paterson #adam driver paterson #paterson adam driver

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hoteldreamss · 23 days

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Paterson || imagine

Слов: 468

Патерсон всё ещё привыкал к своей одинокой жизни. После ухода Лауры всё в доме оставалось прежним, даже его чувство одиночество сохранилось.

Очередной раз проезжая свой прежний маршрут Патерсон замечает тебя, ждущую среди других людей на остановке. Стоит дверям открыться, все потоком заходят в автобус, занимая свободные места, пока ты с улыбкой и дружелюбием, которое переполняет тебя по отношению к Патерсону, встречаешься с ним взглядом, после чего занимаешь место позади него. Это было твоим местом уже пару месяцев, ваша маленькая дружба единственное, что заполнило сердце Патерсона в ближайшее время, разливая в нём столько тепла и признательности. Ему хочется чаще разговаривать с тобой, видеть тебя больше одного раза в день, к тому же, иногда в некоторые пасмурные дни ты не ездила на его автобусе. И это расстраивало Патерсона, потому что ты была его личным солнцем, которому он успел посвятить ни одно стихотворение. Это было его маленьким секретом.

— Как проходит твой день? — интересуешься ты, когда автобус трогается с места.

— Всё как обычно. — Патерсон никогда не был силён в разговорах. — Как у тебя дела?

Ты хихикаешь, уже предвкушая свою глуповатую шутку.

— Всё как обычно, — отсылаешь ты к ответу Патерсона. Это также вызывает его улыбку. — На самом деле всё и впрямь по-прежнему, не считая того, что теперь я работаю в другом месте. Меня взяли в газету. Теперь, когда ты будешь читать её по утрам, то будешь знать, что блок с глупой рекламой написала я.

Ты всегда поднимала ему настроение, и это вызывало что-то странное в его груди и внизу живота. Твоя компания заставляло его чувствовать себя не таким одиноким, но стоило тебе покинуть автобус мир снова становился прежним, серым и унылым.

— Теперь я не увижу тебя? — Патерсон старается звучать непринуждённо. — Сменишь маршрут?

— Не знаю, — пожав плечами, говоришь ты. — Твой маршрут лежит через центр города, сложно не пересечься с тобой.

Прильнув к ограждению в высоту один метр, положив руки на него вдоль, опираясь заодно локтями, ты кладёшь на тыльную сторону ладоней подбородок.

— Но может мы могли бы встретиться ещё где-то. — Твоё дыхание тёплое, слабо пробирается сквозь волосы на его затылке. Это вызывает мурашки по всему телу, может это также заставляет его подумать о том, чтобы позвать тебя в бар.

В его голове невольно всплывает картина того, как ты смеёшься над ним, отказываешь ему. Говоришь, что он просто глупый мальчишка решив воспринять тебя как кого-то большего, чем пассажира его автобуса. Но Патерсон давно уже не мальчишка, он думает, что перестал им быть после поступления на службу. Однако это не помогает ему набраться храбрости.

Когда подходит твоя остановка, ты прощаешься с ним, и Патерсон на мгновение думает, что больше он тебя не увидит.

Патерсон не знает почему высшие силы смилостивлюсь над ним, но ты снова в его автобусе, спустя пару недель, которые были наполнены переживаниями, одиночеством и даже тоской по тебе. Но именно всё это заставляет его решиться пригласить тебя в бар и получить твоё согласие.

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weareallstoriesintheend · 10 months

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hi first of all i love your adcu work and second i would like to request the boys with a partner that is either on a a lot of med like i am just a comfort write if you would be comfortable doing that kind of work or if not i would like to see if you have not done any already the type of aftercare each boy would do for the reader

Hiiiiiiiiiii thank you for your ask and thank you for liking my work, it means so much!💕

I am 100% comfortable with that type of work. I've gone with my instincts - in terms of vibe, the few boys I've chosen but also meaning behind 'meds' - but if it isn't what you were hoping for or I'm WAY off please do leave me another message and I'm happy to amend ❤

Warnings: Discussions of doctors, health, mental health and medication.

Charlie Barber

“I know it’s hard,” Charlie said softly, his large hand rubbing circles between your shoulder blades as he watched you pick up your third little bottle of rattling pills.

You huffed, “Actually, no you don’t. Your body works perfectly fine.”

Charlie smiled knowingly, pressing a kiss into your hair, “Now, my age would beg to differ but I appreciate you thinking so.”

You picked up a fourth and final bottle of medication and shook one into your palm to join the myriad of others; all sorts of shapes, sizes and colours all creating a pretty mosaic that made your tongue taste bitter.

Slamming it down you huffed once more, “Your body is perfect and you know it.”

You tipped the handful of meds into your mouth, chugged back a gulp of water and tipped your head back, allowing them to begrudgingly slip down your throat.

“And so is yours!” he protested, an indignant tone taking over his voice. Charlie spun you to face, careful not to startle you too much that you spill the water in your glass.

He paused for a moment, making sure you’d seen the steadfast expression on his face, “So is yours…” he repeated slowly, “These meds just help it to function better, and you deserve that. You and your beautiful self, mind body and soul, deserve to be able to live.”

You chewed at your bottom lip harshly, trying to distract your brain from the tears pooling in your eyes. “I thought you were supposed to be the director, not the dramatic actor,” you mumbled, teasingly.

Charlie shrugged, “I dabble,” he teased back.

Adam Sackler

His demanding cough was enough for you to realise what he was hinting at; Adam stood over you at the table after he’d picked up the empty breakfast plates and put them on the side in the kitchen.

He’d returned with your bottle of medication and put it in front of you. Expressionless you looked up at him as he loomed over you, “I don’t need them.”

“Bullshit kid.”

“Okay, I do but I don’t WANT to need them. I’m fine without them… sometimes.” The tone of Adams voice brought an embarrassed pink tinge to your cheeks, “So, the month you spent not taking them, and collapsed on my living room floor just… doesn’t count?”

You rolled your eyes, knowing you were talking utter nonsense and that he was completely right. You tipped two pills int your palm, tossed them into your mouth and swallowed. Adam handed you a small yellow glass for you to sip some water. When you took it you glanced a look up to his face, he smiled ever so slightly but his eyebrows were still pulled down with worry.

Then, following the same routine you did every morning, you stuck out your tongues in time with each other. You following the movements of his tongue like a mimic so he could check the meds were gone.

It wasn’t that he didn’t trust you, but right now he didn’t trust you. And that was ok, sometimes not trusting someone to be on their own for a little while is how you care for them best.

Sackler had moved into your apartment, he’d said it was just for a few weeks to keep an eye on you so you weren’t by yourself. But at this point you thought he’d never leave, but the soft smile you gave him back meant you leaned more towards wanting him to stay.

It felt nice having someone here.

Picking up prescriptions was easier when someone was poking you in the back to get you through the door, taking medication every morning was easier when someone cooked you breakfast to go with it and the lower moments were easier when there was a more rational brain around to argue with yours.

He sat down in the chair next to you, eyes not leaving your face, “I got you kid.”

Paterson

Paterson’s smile was enough to make this moment even more joyous than it already felt.

“It’s been 3 months,” you said, grinning up at him, “3 months on these things and I’m feeling… better.”

You turned your grin down to the three orange bottles of pills you’d gathered up into your hands. You both sat together at the dining table, finishing up a dinner that Paterson had lovingly cooked when he got home from work.

It was honestly a moment you never saw coming, your doctor had taken you through so many trail/error phases that you thought ‘better’ was a pipedream. You weren’t fixed but damn it you were finally getting better!

“A long time coming,” Paterson said quietly, a man of few words but each one meant something. He made sure of it.

Reaching across the table he patted your hand before linking his fingers with yours, “You stuck with it, even when it was hard…”

“And it was a hard a lot!” You interrupted with a soft chuckle.

Paterson nodded knowingly, his smile still stretched up his cheeks, “But you did it, you persevered and you did it. I know it’s not what you wanted but this feels like… a future.”

It was your turn to nod, blinking out tears that dripped down your cheeks, “It’s not…” you hesitated with a heavy sigh, “I know this doesn’t fix anything, I know I’m still… sick… but I feel like I can live now. I can actually live! So yeah… a future. Our future.”

Paterson lowered his head with a low laugh, “Oh my love, it’s yours. I’m just happy to be along for the journey.”

#charlie barber #adam sackler #Paterson #charlie barber x reader #adam sackler x reader #Paterson x reader #tw: medication #tw: health #tw: mental health #adcu #adam driver

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daddykylokenobi · 1 year

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Requests Open - ADCU

Hey everyone I wanted to make a post detailing what kind of requests I am open for and the characters I will write for!

The characters I will write for are -

Kylo Ren/Ben Solo (Star Wars)

Matt the radar technician (Star Wars skit)

Clyde Logan (Logan Lucky)

Paterson (Paterson)

Jude (Hungry Hearts)

Charlie Barber (Marriage Story)

(And more to come as I see more ADCU movies)

All requests are welcome, if I do not want to write it or will not based off of a moral/opinion I will let you know!

Fluff, angst, smut, serious, funny, whatever idea you have throw my way and I’ll do my best to write it for y’all!

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saynotoshityouhate · 2 years

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oh, i’m absolutely adoring the spring prompts! if you’d wanna give “our muses meet at a cherry blossom/flower viewing.” with paterson a try, i will forever be indebted to you 🥺❤️

AHH this is the cutest idea. I love Patty with all of my heart. Should we continue this story sometime?

Cherry Blossoms (Paterson x GN!Reader)

Paterson stuffs his large hands into the small pockets of his navy blue work pants, his broad shoulders shrugging up to his ears, which poked out from his dark locks. It was a brisk Spring day, and instead of going to the Falls for his lunch break, he decided to take a walk through the park.

He shuffled along, taking in the sweet smell of the cherry blossoms that canopied the walking path. They were so beautiful, so delicate, he found himself stopping in the middle of the path, just staring up at them, a poem forming before his very eyes.

You are so fragile, yet strong enough to withstand the frost. You are delicate, blown away by the slightest breath of air, yet you coat the path I walk on with grace. Your scent is overwhelming, but I’d rather die before forgetting your scent. You….

Paterson is knocked out of his reverie as a voice echoes in his ear. “They really are beautiful, huh?” He turns to find you, hands stuffed in your coat pockets, shoulders shrugged to your ears, nose red from the cold. Paterson froze solid, staring into your eyes, losing all ability to speak. And then you smiled. A rush of heat bloomed across his chest, face, and ears. “Y-yes…but not as beautiful as you.”

He pulled one hand out of his pocket, rubbing the sweat from his palm, before extending it to you. “I-I’m Paterson.” You introduced yourself, a cheesy grin spread across your face as you shook his hand. You could see he was nervous and clearly out of practice, as he stuffed his hand back into his pocket. Paterson just stared at you, chewing on his bottom lip, unsure what he should do next. “C-can I…take you for a coffee? It doesn’t have to be now, if you, erm, have someplace to be?” He looks at his wrist watch. “Or…can I, um, get your phone number?” His puppy dog eyes looked down at you, almost pleading with you to allow him the honor to take you out. You smiled again, your cheeks burning from the cold and flexing your happiness muscles that had fallen dormant.

“How about both? I can add it to your phone once we get somewhere warm.” You linked your arm with his, overwhelmed with an almost immediate sense of safety in his company. “Lead the way, Paterson.”

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roanniom · 2 years

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Settling in with a glass of wine if anyone has any thots!

The dirtier the better!

#asks #thots #charlie barber smut #adam sackler smut #Paterson smut #adam sackler x reader #charlie barber x reader #paterson x reader

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kylosjuul · 8 months

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Kylo Ren NSFW Alphabet (reupload)

a/n: i posted this last year and here it is again! if ur expecting kylo to be a dom don’t read this. Also, this is AFAB!reader.

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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Kylo has never had anybody to cherish like this, to hold. So you best believe after sex, he’s planting soft kisses across your face and lips trying to show how lucky he feels to have you; that you gave this gift of intimacy to him. It’s all soft touches and cuddles (fight me on this). He looks at you with a sense of longing, to have this feeling forever. He’ll hold your hand over his heart while you fall asleep on his chest, for it only beats for you.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Everything about your body has Kylo red in the face, but he finds his eyes trailing to your thighs and your ass often. Your uniform clings to them tightly, and he feels guilty about how quick his blood pools to his thighs, constantly readjusting his leather pants when you bend down or “accidentally” brush against him.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Okay, listen. Kylo has never had any sexual experience so you BEST believe he cums a lot. And hard. Borderline hyperspermia. He’s just so sensitive and you just feel too good wrapped around him. Expect rope after rope of thick cum coating your walls, spilling out of you and down your thighs :D

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

You make him hard. A lot. He feels so perverted, especially in the beginnings of your relationship. The soft floral notes of your perfume made his pants constrict, the sweet smell making him dizzy. Every kiss, every brush of your fingers=boner. He was embarrassed. The worst part is the wet dreams. Oh. The dreams. Kylo’s mind would drift to images of you kissing him, sitting on top of him, the warmth between your legs remedying the pressure building in his hips; but he would wake up every time, hard as a rock, spilling into his sleep pants panting your name. Yeah.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Absolute virg. Never even kissed a girl before. The first time you climbed on top of him and started trailing kisses down his neck, he was 100% whipped, almost finishing in his uniform as you rocked against his length. He knew he couldn’t give this up, couldn’t give YOU up.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

A bit simple, but this man lovesss missionary. He gets off when your face twists up in pleasure, knowing he’s the one providing it to you. Plus, he can hear each moan, each sharp intake of breath; Between your face drenched in lust, your sweet sounds, and your tits bouncing with each thrust, this position makes him cum the hardest. (Besides you on top. He’ll dig his fingers into your hips watching himself disappear inside you over and over. yum).

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

I’d say Kylo is serious during the deed. He just loves you so much and wants to worship you with every bit of intimacy he has in him. Large calloused palms smoothing back your hair, plush lips sucking on your collarbone, all of it.

“You’re so beautiful. My sweet girl…”

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He isn’t the hairiest man in the galaxy, but he does have a bit of hair down south. Nothing too extreme though. Kylo is very hygienic and well groomed, nothing to worry about here!

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

THE MOST INTIMATE. You can see in his eyes how he feels he doesn’t deserve you, doesn’t deserve your soft body beneath him. He treats you as if you’ll break, as if you’re the most precious being in the universe. Constantly asking if you’re okay, or, “Does this feel good?” He loves to serve you. To pleasure you.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

As aforementioned, Kylo can’t help how hard he is around you 24/7. If he knows he’s going to see you, he’ll tuck himself away into his refresher and think of your figure, your eyes looking up at him, (that REALLY makes him cum fast) and stroke his cock with a punishing pace, imagining you slamming down on his hips. He feels a tinge of shame as he grits his teeth and releases his load onto the refresher door.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Praise. He feels his thighs go weak when you drag your fingers through his hair and call him a “good boy.” He’ll look up at you through heavy lids, a silent plea for more soft touches and appraisals. Also, eye contact. If you ever want anything from him, just look up at his through your eyelashes and he’ll blush like a madman, giving you whatever it is you crave.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

He’s a very private person and extremely jealous, so he prefers to fuck you in your shared quarters. Nowhere else. Okay, maybe in his TIE, but that’s only when you beg him so sweetly; and who is he not to give his girl whatever she wants?

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Yes. Just yes. A kiss that lingers a second too long, his name on your lips (in any context), your soft hand following the curve of his jaw. He’s a goner. If you want to torture the man, wear a low cut top around him, he’ll be desperately grabbing at your hips in no time.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Anything involving someone else. He’s a jealous, jealous man. All these fics about him sharing you with the KOR….girl. A big no no is anything related to degradation. Attention all Kylo writers! He would never even DREAM of calling you names or hurting you in any way. You’re his precious girl and he just loves you so so much:(

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Virgin, remember? The first time you sucked his cock, he’s was a panting mess, brows furrowed, low moans punched from his chest, finishing in your mouth in under a minute. After a few times together, you guided him on how to eat pussy, and he definitely prefers watching your hips rock up into his face, coming undone from his warm tongue. (Kylo will never admit this, but while he was eating you out he rocked against the mattress like a rabid dog, cumming all over his stomach, a pool of his spend spreading over the sheets. Yeah, he prefers giving).

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

It depends on how much time you’ve spent apart. If he hasn’t seen you for a week, (missions, supreme leader shit) he’ll fuck into you with a strong and punishing pace, still careful not to hurt you, though. If it’s a normal day, he’ll slowly rock into you, dragging his cock along your walls in a sensual way, but you usually beg him to speed up, pushing you further and further up the mattress.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Kylo is a simp. He will take whatever you so kindly gift him with. You get to fuck your man whenever you so please. He gives it to you no matter the time. Day or night. He’s just so excited there’s a GIRL who wants him, his cock, this badly.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Nah. Not really. He’d rather savor the sex, instead of constantly looking over his shoulder. But if you drag him into a storage closet aboard and start massaging him through his leather, who is he to say no?

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Hate to burst any bubbles here, but he’s completely inexperienced, so don’t expect him to last very long, at least not at first. He physically has to tense his muscles, eyes squeezed shut in concentration, trying so hard NOT to blow his load the second your tight wet heat engulfs his cock. His skin is flaming hot, but he’s shivering above you, groans emanating from his slacked jaw, trying to fight the way his balls draw up, the way his stomach muscles tighten already.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Are sex toys canon in Star Wars? Someone please lmk. But my answer is going to be no for now!

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Kylo doesn’t have to tease you, like, at all. You just want him so bad all the time and he still doesn’t understand why. However. You’re quite the tease, and this poor virgin can’t take it. Seriously, if you want to see the mighty Kylo Ren crumble, all you need to do is press a chaste kiss to his lips, put a hand on his thigh, look at him, or just breathe basically, and he’ll be hard and wanting in seconds. I love our space boyfriend.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Ben Swolo can make some NOISE lemme tell ya. It’s all low groans and grunts, so caught up in the heat of your body and how fucking tight you are around him. No matter how hard he tries to contain the noises that slip from his throat, he can’t help it. He’ll confidently moan and moan in your ear, minted breath hitting your cheek, letting you know his pleasure is solely from you, and you alone.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Kylo is what we call a service top. He would do anything to put your pleasure first, his own pleasure depends on that. He had never cum harder than that first time you clamped around his cock, finally feeling your orgasm around him. Lights flickered and whirred; it was…intense.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Hung like a moose omg who said that? Anyways. My guess is 7-8 inches. Good luck girl.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Siri play ‘Everyday’ by Ariana Grande please. Seriously. He feels fucking insane with how bad he wants to be buried in you at all times. Whether he’s tired, beaten or bruised, you could catch a dick anytime.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Kylo will eventually fall asleep cuddled up next to you, but not until he allots himself a few minutes to admire your beauty, running his thick fingers through your hair, kissing your temple until he sees you eyes flutter shut. Awe. Whatta softie.

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tulipsforvin · 5 months

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ᥫ᭡. MTP CHARACTERS AS YANDERES

✧ a/n: my dumbass deleted this request or something. i don't know.. it just kind disappeared so here i am, writing it again. @noregretzfoodieotaku here you go!! 😭

✧ ⚠️: mentions of obsessive behaviour, mentions of gore, stalking.

MANIPULATION and mind games are a favourite of their's. They twist and turn their words - coating their venomous sentences with honey to hide their true intentions.

“I love you like a grave loves it's corpse; you rot into me while I embrace your decay. Where else would you find somebody like me?”

They are more subtle and discrete than the rest. And yet, they're the most dangerous out of all. They mess with your mind - loosening your screws and bending you to their will.

You shrivel, unsure of how to respond. “I-” You look away, not sure where to direct your gaze. “I can't.. because there's nobody else like you. There won't ever be anyone else like you.”

They tip your chin upwards to meet your gazw, a victorious smile gracing their facial features. “You're correct. You never can.”

They play the role of a god - a saviour, something holy that it seems almost comical to expect something dark out of them. They scheme right under your nose and yet they're completely unnoticeable - so when you're finally their's and in their complete grasp, you won't even be aware of what hit you.

the manipulators: albert j. moriarty, william j. moriarty, mycroft holmes, james bonde, charles augustus milverton.

STALKING you is like second nature to them. They've memorized your sleeping schedule, when you get in and out of work or your educational institution, the type of food you eat and avoid, the places you frequent, etc.

They're on the more quieter side, similar to the manipulators. Yet, they won't initiate direct contact with you. Atleast not yet.

They watch silently as you move on about your day from the cracks of your doors or your windows, any opening that is accessible for them to get a view of you.

“Oh!” You gasp, bumping into somebody's shoulder as you get out of the subway. “I'm so very sorry! I didn't mean to—”

The figure disappears. You don't remember their face and all you have of them is now a love letter that appeared out of nowhere, the words written in blood.

You'll find remnants of their presence in the place where you live or go to work for/study. Footprints, gifts, shards of glass - etcetera, etcetera. Did they break into your house?

the stalkers: fred porlock, irene adler, zack patterson or zach paterson, billy the kid, von herder.

DEVOTION is the first word that comes into your mind when you look at them. They obsess over you like canines - clawing and sharp, salivating and perspiring. It's messy.

They find their God in you. For them, ichor runs in your blood and they lick it off your wounds like the nectar the divine consume.

They are the most violent, most agressive and the loudest of the three. They tend to be overprotective and all consuming.

Bodies are slit and stabbed, throats and heads are beheaded and cut, entrails are put up as if they were decorations or stepping stones for the things or lives it took to get to you.

“Nobody,” They begin, wiping away the smudge of blood on their upper lip. “Nobody can seperate you from me. I will crawl back to you from the devil's grasp if you call me.”

the violently devoted: louis j. moriarty, sherlock holmes, sebastian moran, billy the kid(??)

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glassbxttless · 1 year

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Hi! I’ve been wanting to come back to this blog after a long hiatus and what better way to come back than a celebration! I’ve hit a follower milestone recently and would love to write for you all.

I’ve attached some prompt lists below! Feel free to take a look and request any from the lists OR send in your own! There are a few that have been requested recently that I’ll be posting soon!

Requests for this celebration will be taken until March 29th. Fics will start posting shortly after closing!

Please note the characters I currently write for! and be sure to include the entire prompt in your request 🤍

**please refrain from requesting topics including the use of guns or alcohol**

( CHARACTERS )

ADAM DRIVER

PATERSON / COMMANDER MILLS / MAURIZIO GUCCI / MATT (THE RADAR TECH) SOLO / JACK GLADNEY

JOSEPH QUINN

EDDIE MUNSON

JOE KEERY

STEVE HARRINGTON / KURT KUNKLE*

* taking limited requests for these characters! or dark!fic requests will be accepted.

( PROMPT LISTS )

ANGST #1 / SMUT #1 / SMUT #2 / FLUFF #1 / FLUFF #2 / SAY YOU WON’T LET GO / COMFORT / RELATIONSHIP

#glassbxttless #glassbxttless adcu #paterson x reader #matt solo #female reader #commander mills #joseph quinn #eddie munson #follower celebration #1000 follower celebration #mills x reader #eddie munson x f!reader #steve harrington x f!reader #kurt kunkle

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hauntingoldhouses · 25 days

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autumn, hot chocolate, a cabin in the woods, cuddling, love poems.

#paterson #moodboard #aesthetic #aesthetic moodboard #adam driver #adam driver x reader #ben solo #kylo ren #clyde logan #charlie barber #flip zimmerman #autumn #cozy aesthetic #autumn aesthetic

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joanquill · 2 years

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Strong!Reader Headcanons

How the Moriarty gang treats a reader who's as strong as a mountain.

Moriarty Gang

William scouted you because you were the strongest person he met. Almost indestructible, to be honest.

The gang once caught you with a couple of gunshot wounds, but you acted back to normal after a couple of days.

It kind of scared some people how unbothered you were with the injuries and scars you got from missions.

You're the one usually doing the heavy lifting around the manor.

Carrying heavy groceries inside, helping Fred with the gardening equipment and tools, bringing Herder's inventions to missions, moving around the furniture...

You once even lifted the couch with Sebastian, Fred, and Bonde sitting while sweeping the floor.

You sometimes even coach the others on working out and exercising, so they stay in shape. Surprisingly, Master Jack was the one who usually kept up with you.

You're the designated caretaker when Sebastian, Bonde, Albert, and maybe even Paterson when they go out for a drink.

Bonde is one thing, but Sebastian was beet red and flailing as you carried his 6'5" ass back to the manor over your shoulder like he was nothing.

Albert was laughing beside you, and Paterson shook his head at the colonel the whole way home.

You once instinctively lifted Louis by the waist when a mouse came running by in the kitchen, Simba-style. He couldn't look you in the eye for the rest of the day.

Bonde, on the other hand, treats you like his personal carriage and sometimes asks you to carry him when he's feeling tired or just plain playful.

Speaking of Bonde, he once dared you to carry Moneypenny around when she sprained her ankle. You agreed, not seeing a problem, but Moneypenny kept hiding her face in your chest and kept quiet the whole time.

Even though you can crush a man's skull with your bare hands, you wouldn't hurt a fly.

...Unless William orders you to, but they love you all the same.

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swiftiedriver · 4 months

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hi everyone! I’m new here on this end of the internet, and I’m here to interact with my fellow swifties and rats!

#adam driver #adam sackler x reader #charlie barber x reader #paterson #adam driver x reader #flip zimmerman #taylor swift #swifties

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redskull199987 · 2 years

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Pursuer

Sebastian Moran x female!reader

Word count: 1.0k

Warnings: none

Summary: You are supposed to pick up some files for William, on your way back home you encounter a pursuer...

Masterlist

It was a rather chilly day in London, as I made my way to the Police Department. William wanted me to pick up some files from Paterson. We originally wanted to meet in a bar, but now that he had been promoted, Paterson had less time for stuff like that, so we had to meet up in his office. I hoped that the disguise, as his sister would work.

I smiled at the guards, as I entered the Police station. I said my name, as I reached the reception. The secretary asked who I was and I said my "name", praying that it would work.

"He is in his office", The Secretary smiled.

I nodded at her and made my way to Paterson. I soon as I was out of sight, I breathed in deeply. It felt weird. Lying to the police, when these were actually the people, we tried to help. But after all, we even had a spy amongst their lines.

"Come in", I heard Paterson say, after I knocked. After a mere second of hearing his voice, I opened the door and stepped in.

I turned around after closing the door and smiled at Paterson:"Hello, my friend. It's nice to see you."

Paterson slowly looked up and a content expression rose to his features. He got up and stepped around his desk to greet me. I stepped closer to him and pulled him into a hug.

"It's been ages, since we last saw each other", I mumbled as we parted,"How are you doing, my friend? Have you already settled into your new office?"

Paterson nodded and stepped over to the window:"It's nice to be respected by everyone in the office, but the extra work is vexatious"

I giggled at his choice of words:"You dont have to talk so aristocratic, Paterson. It's only me"

He turned around to look at me and I saw a grin form on his lips:"The extra work is a pain in the ass"

A laugh left my lips at his words. It was nice to hear him talk so normally.

"Unfortunately, I am here for work", I said, after a few seconds of silence.

"Paterson nodded:"Of course, William told me already. I have all your files here and finished."

He turned around and walked back to his desk. I slowly followed and watched as he pulled out the bottom drawer. He took out all its contents, before carefully removing the base. The files for William were hidden underneath. Paterson pulled them out and handed them to me:"Here you go"

"Thank you",I smiled and hid them in the pocket of my coat. I then turned around and pulled Paterson in a hug again:"It was nice meeting you, my friend"

Paterson smiled:"It was nice indeed"

We parted and I made my way to the door:"Until next time, Paterson"

Paterson bowed slightly:"Until next time"

I smiled one last time before leaving his office and making my way back outside. I huffed, as the cold London air engulfed me. I pulled my coat tighter around my body and started my way back home.

I only had been walking for about five minutes, as I noticed that someone was following me. I spotted about three men in brown jackets and black trousers. All of them tried to be as invisible as possible, but I saw them nevertheless. Not least because of their identical clothing.

I looked around for a way to escape, but the only possibility I saw, was running into a nearby alley and trying to escape, before they saw me.

I was about to execute my plan, as I felt how someone threw his arm around my shoulder and leaned down to me.

"You're save"

I breathed in deeply, as I recognized Moran. My knight in shining armor, as it seemed.

I huffed and looked up at him:"What are you doing here?"

"Oh Darling, why so harsh?", He grinned and let his hand fall to my waist, as he pulled my closer to his body,"No thank you?", He pouted.

I smiled at him:"Thank you, my love"

I leaned on my toes to give him a kiss on the cheek. Moran was normally not this huge on PDA, so I saw his cheeks flush as I leaned back down.

"But back to my question: What are you doing here?", I asked again.

Moran looked around for a second. I followed his gaze, my pursuers had vanished.

Moran turned to look back at me, as we continued to walk back home:"William's orders. Since you were involved in the affairs with Whitehall, certain peope have their eyes on you. People, which we don't want to harm you"

I gulped at his words and thought back to Jack Whitehall. I played a role as his possible fiancee, much to Moran's dismay. But since I was able to provide William with information, we were fine with it. Offically, I was killed together with Whitehalls family, but of course there were people who knew the truth...and they were interested in why I posed as Whitehalls potentioal spouse.

"Thank you", I mumbled and looked up at Moran. He granted me a smile and pulled me closer again. I slightly leaned against his chest, as we walked over the market together.

"Honestly, I don't have a problem with following you everywhere you go", Moran grinned at me.

I playfully hit his chest:"Of course, you don't"

"What? Do you have a problem with it, Darling?", he smiled. I giggled:"Not at all, my Love"

I quickly grabbed his collar and pulled him closer to me. I pressed my lips to his, before he could protest. After a few seconds of him trying to part, since we were in public, Moran finally gave in to the kiss and pulled me closer to him.

"Why don't we move this home, sweetheart?", he smiled against my lips.

I only nodded and pecked his lips, before grabbing his hand and hurrying towards home, as the people already started staring.

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