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ladyrussellsprouts · 1 year
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GoUta Remix Exchange 2023
For @blessed-days
I hope you enjoy this fic (which is more crack than story XD)! Thank you for sharing some beautiful fanarts for the GoUta fandom.
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Whisper on the Wind
Iori Utahime tasks Gojo Satoru with a challenge before she allows herself to admit her feelings.
The strongest Jujutsu sorcerer had made her an offer many others would find hard to refuse.
But Iori Utahime wasn’t a fool.
Any offer from the lips of Gojo Satoru usually came with strings.
Knocking on his apartment door, Utahime tapped her foot impatiently while thumbing an item in her purse.
Soft prowling footsteps made their way closer on the other side of the door. The wooden frame swung open without much fanfare but was quickly followed by the obnoxious sound of her name ringing in her ears.
“Utahime!”
She pushed past the tall frame without a greeting, ignoring the pout already curving across his lips.
“I’ve thought about what you said,” she cut in before he could start bemoaning how rude she was being. “I have a condition before I can agree to anything.”
Shutting the door with a flick of his wrist, Gojo tucked his hands into his pockets and leaned back against the door frame. His glasses slid down his nose as he looked down at her, giving her his full attention.
She raised her chin, refusing to be cowed by those inhuman eyes. “I need proof that you are capable of caring for another person outside of yourself.”
“Utahime, you wound me. Isn’t Megumi a great example of how well I care for other people?”
She rolled her eyes. “Megumi survived your brand of parenting through sheer stubbornness. The Zenin ancestors must be rolling in their graves after watching him deal with your antics for so many years.”
Sucking on his lower lip, he didn’t reply but bobbed his head offhandedly, as if to agree that she had made a fair point. His concession gave her hope. Gojo rarely ever let someone get the upper hand in conversation, especially not someone whom he viewed as weak. Without another word, she unwrapped the item hiding in her purse.
Throwing the item at his chest with more force than necessary, she huffed as the plushie bounced off of his infinity and landed with a thump in the palm of his hands.
“If you can take good care of tiny Utahime for the next month, then I will consider being your girlfriend. At the end of the month, if she has any defect like a stain or a scratch, I won’t date you, now or in the future.”
Silence filled the distance between them as Gojo studied the small replica of Utahime in his hands. Head lowered, the sunglasses hid whatever thoughts were passing through his mind. Her heart clenched as his thumbs slowly passed over the soft cotton of her face and settled over the raised pink strip meant to represent the scar that defined her as a curse user.
“I accept your condition,” he answered, pocketing the plushie with a triumphant grin on his face.
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josskuhh · 3 years
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I was tagged by myself 🤭😂 to list 5 TV shows that make me feel better and then tag 10 blogs.
1. Fraiser (I can never go wrong with this classic I've seen it so many times I have it memorized)
2. Club De Curevos (season 3 and 4 are definitely amazing and I just love it so much. Reminds me of home and Isabel is such a badass)
3. Archer ( I just love archer and it's so funny. Reminds me of college. I can quote Vice by memory too)
4. Grace and Frankie (I can pop it in and leave it playing in the background. It's so lighthearted)
5. It's a split between Bob's Burgers and Superstore (both are equally funny)
Im not tagging 10 blogs cause I don't know that many blogs
@ohthatbunnygirl @hauscrashburn @ashes-acedia @pacificwanderer @politicalmamaduck @ladyrussellsprouts
Please do not feel pressured to play this is all in good fun! If you want to play and haven't been tagged then you can tag me. I love new tv show rec's
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ao3feed--reylo · 4 years
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The Turbolift Ride
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by LadyRussellSprouts
The exchange on the way up to Snoke’s throne room that no one knew about.
Words: 2452, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Series: Part 4 of A Very SW Kinktober
Fandoms: Star Wars Sequel Trilogy
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Categories: F/M
Characters: Kylo Ren, Rey (Star Wars), Stormtrooper Character(s)
Relationships: Kylo Ren/Rey, Kylo Ren & Rey
Additional Tags: Trapped In Elevator, Elevator Sex, Kinktober, Dirty Talk, Handcuffs, Biting, Marking, Oral Sex, Multiple Orgasms, Rough Sex, Public Sex, Squirting, Dominant Kylo Ren, Protective Kylo Ren
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ladyrussellsprouts · 2 years
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Kismet
She could not die.
From the moment she drew first breath and memories formed, broken bones mended and fatal wounds healed. Unable to die, she watched those she loved grow old, wither and die. Though she longed to cross paths with death as so many others had, she never did.
A millennium passed.
Deep within the forest, she made her home. The greenery and quiet animal life provided a certain comfort away from the rest of humanity.
It was a lonely existence. Meaningless in its monotony.
Until now.
Death strode forward with long, ground eating strides. Withered vegetation trailed behind him on the footpath toward her home.
From her perch by the doorway, she studied the dark curls that framed features too large for one face. Dark robes battled the soft summer breeze with agitation, though his limbs remained loose and calm.
He stopped at the metal gate that protected her home and met her narrowed gaze. Despite the distance, he radiated dominance and a dark sensuality that warmed her against the sudden chill.
“I have looked for you, wife.”
On instinct, she flinched. Each word had been guttural, sounds coming from deep within his chest. A savage language, the language of the dead.
Brows drew together in confusion. How did she understand a language she had never heard before?
“You are mistaken. I am no one’s wife,” she countered.
He smiled. “You will come to learn the truth, my kismet.”
The audacity of this creature.
She frowned. “You may cease with the endearments, stranger. I am called Rey.”
Dark eyes brightened with intensity as he tasted her named on his tongue, “Rey.”
Unwillingly, she shivered.
Reaching out a gloved hand, he pressed against the gate until the metal creaked ominously. There seemed to be an eagerness rising up from deep within him.
“Come with me, Rey,” he implored. “Come with me and conquer this world as we were meant to.”
“I have seen enough of this world and do not wish to see more.”
He grinned. “Such stubbornness. You were made for me, as I was made for you. I have waited a millennium for you and I can wait another, but be cautious, Rey, for I am not a patient man. Today, I will respect your choice, but tomorrow, I may not let you choose.”
She slammed the front door closed, heart pounding as his footsteps tapered off into the distance. 
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ladyrussellsprouts · 2 years
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Black Friday
Chapter 9
Everything was set.
A charcuterie board had been set out as an appetizer. Gifts had been placed underneath the Christmas tree. Her guests were settled with drinks. Her home filled with the happy chatter of love, joy and celebration.
Operation hosting Christmas was a success.
Rey grinned, heading to her bedroom to reapply her lipstick one last time before they open their Secret Santa gifts. Setting her glass of rosé onto the vanity, she searched for the correct shade.
A shadow passed across the vanity mirror.
Rey almost screamed as she registered the tall figure standing behind her.
“What the hell are you doing?” she hissed, twisting around to face the intruder.
For once, Ben didn’t have a reply on the tip of his tongue. Instead, he glanced around her bedroom, seemingly mesmerized by the space. His eyes lingered on the silk nightie haphazardly thrown on the bed before meeting her eyes.
“I figured it’d be more appropriate to give you the gift now.”
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ladyrussellsprouts · 2 years
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The Past Comes Knocking
Chapter 5
Gripping her hips, Mr. Solo pushed Rey back onto the desk until she was seated on top of the wooden surface. He settled himself between her thighs, her legs automatically widening for him. Her skirt rose, bunching around her hips as cool air flirted with the goose flesh on her thighs. His straining heat burned against the soft cotton of her panties.
“I will have you begging to cum.” His voice deepened as the ultimatum was made.
Despite herself, Rey felt her core throb in response. The hands around her waist tightened, and he grinned menacingly, down at her. Damn, he had felt it too.
“We’ll see,” Rey shot back, trying to maintain her composure.
Falling to the floor, Mr. Solo came face-to-face with her mundane cotton panties. Pulled roughly toward the edge of the desk, Rey fell back onto her elbows. A binder digging uncomfortably against her right shoulder.
He shoved the fabric to the side and began his attack. Rey jerked as he dove in and began sucking aggressively against her core. Nipping on her nether lips, he sucked them into his mouth like he was slurping spaghetti noodles. It was stimulating but uncomfortable.
Rey had been wrong about one thing that night.
He did know what a clit was.
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ladyrussellsprouts · 2 years
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The Past Comes Knocking
Chapter 4
Recognition had quickly turned to dread. 
Mr. Solo had immediately released her as if she was diseased. Standing from the office chair, he had begun pacing. He was muttering to himself, but she couldn’t make out what he was saying. He looked at her once, and that had started a new round of aggressive ramblings. 
“Great going, Ben, creating an HR problem before you even start the job. Fucked the damn secretary.”
Rey is too stunned to speak. If she had to speak, she wouldn’t even know what to say. She had never heard some say, “fucked the secretary” so much in one breath. Was he even breathing?
“I wouldn’t call it fucking,” she joked quietly, trying to calm her own nerves. 
“What’d you say?”
Rey froze. Mr. Solo had stopped pacing and was now facing her. 
“Um, I wouldn’t call it fucking?” Rey repeated slowly, waving her hands awkwardly in front of her. 
Narrowed eyes followed the movement before focusing on her face again. “What exactly is that supposed to mean? ”
Oh jeez, how did she say this nicely?
“Well, it wasn’t very good, and it was pretty forgettable for both of us-”
“Wasn’t very good?” Mr. Solo cut her off slowly, offense written across his features.
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ladyrussellsprouts · 3 years
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The Hightest Bidder
Ben Solo prayed for patience as the Force immobilizing collar was once again placed around his throat. Stronger chains were looped through the binders around his waist and his wrists. The Warden knew better than to transport Ben without safeguards.
Subdued, he followed silently as the Warden and four black market guards led him through the underground tunnel deep beneath the city. 
“Now little prince, Master Snoke has paid five times the amount I listed for your bid,” the fat Warden began, as though imparting important life lessons. “Don’t shame my reputation with attempting to leave his planet. We both know you won’t succeed.”
Ben bristled at the words. Memories of every failed escape stained his mind. The collar burned against his throat in painful reminder. Shame bubbled deep in his gut for how useless he had become without his Force powers. 
“Be obedient,” the Warden continued, unconcerned. “My sources have confirmed that he is not a particular master. Suck his cock every day as you’ve been instructed, and that should be enough to keep him happy.”
Laughter rippled among the guards.
Ben rolled his eyes at the juvenile humor. He supposed he should be thankful that he merely needed to suck Snoke’s wrinkled balls for the rest of his life.
The Warden’s speech ended swiftly with the arrival of the Red Palace gates. Ben barely registered the transaction between the Warden and Snoke’s men. A certain chill had started seeping into his bones.
This place was evil.
He couldn’t shake the feeling as Snoke’s men drew him deeper into the building. The small group passed through dark winding passages, scones with red flamed candles, until they came upon a throne room.
Four warrior women stood on the steps leading to a black marbled throne. Sharp bones were braided into the crown of each woman’s hair with ribbon and chain. Cold, ruthless eyes pierced through Ben’s soul. Each woman beheld a deadly weapon at her side, weapons he had never seen before in his life. Despite their threatening appearance, Ben found himself drawn to the person they were trying to protect. 
A shadowed figured sat idly on the throne. Though small and cloaked in black velvet, the figure commanded the room. A crimson foot tapped the ground with a familiar melody.
With a flick of the hand, the room was dismissed.
The click of the doors shutting signaled that Ben was alone with his new master. Dread filled Ben’s stomach as his heartbeat faster. Even with the Force immobilizing collar, he recognized this aura. This was not Snoke.
“I’ve been waiting for you, Ben.” Rey Palpatine smiled, unveiling herself.
Ben’s heart plummeted as she made her way toward him.
The woman who had killed his parents and turned the kingdom into chaos.
The reason he was turned into a slave and bound by chains.
The woman he had loved and planned to marry.
Golden eyes glowing, she stopped in front of him. “I believe we have some unfinished business.”
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ladyrussellsprouts · 2 years
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The Past Comes Knocking
Chapter 2
According to Merriam-Webster, the definition for anxiety is “an apprehensive uneasiness or nervousness, usually over an impending or anticipated ill: a state of being anxious”. 
An example of this word used in a sentence would be: The woman suffered from anxiety after finding out that she slept with her new boss. 
From the moment Rey laid eyes on him at the Christmas party, she had been waiting for the other shoe to drop. Any day now, her new boss would take one look at her and immediately declare her a shameless hussy in front of their co-workers. Rey would be too stunned to speak, unable to explain that it was a genuine mistake. How many people accidentally slept with their boss’s only son and subsequent heir to a conglomerate?
The gossip mill at Resistance Co. would be alight for months. They would say that CEO’s secretary was trying to sleep her way up to the top. Perhaps the secretary had been poisoning Leia for months now and planted the seed for retirement. The no-good secretary was trying to dismantle the hard work of thousands to erase the Skywalker family legacy. The Board of Directors would have to personally intervene and fire Rey in a formal ceremony to erase this stain on the company’s ledger. The government would somehow be notified of this huge mistake, and they would revoke her citizenship. Rey’s life would be over. 
“Are you spiraling again?” a wry voice pulled Rey from her thoughts. 
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ladyrussellsprouts · 2 years
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The Past Comes Knocking
An unexpected revelation during a holiday work party spirals Rey's life out of control. To ensure her job security, she works overtime to improve the sexlife of her boss.
Chapter 1
The Resistance Co. holiday party was a signature event held at the end of every year. Employees, company partners and even rivals were invited to join and celebrate. As the CEO’s personal secretary, it had been Rey’s job to ensure that everything went off without a hitch. Golden chandeliers hung across the ceilings, where silver trees dangling with crystals hung from the rafters. Food stations from varies countries around the world bordered the group of round tables. Ivory tablecloths lined each table with mismatching silver and gold trim. The centerpieces were glass and metal renditions of every robot Resistance Co. had ever created in the past 50 years. A DJ played music on a raised platform in front of the dance floor where Leia would make her special announcement tonight. 
If her son keeps his promise, Rey grumbled to herself dreading the day she would have to work with him. 
“I was wondering where you disappeared to. I was starting to think you had ditched me again like last night,” Rose declared, handing Rey a glass of champagne.
Rey accepted the drink and deadpanned, “He came after a few pumps and then fell asleep. The whole thing from start to finish probably lasted 3 minutes.”
Rose winced, “What a waste of such a beautiful male specimen.”
“He was such a good kisser. I had such high hopes once he started to go down on me, but he managed to avoid everything that could have revved my engine.” Rey shook her friend. “Everything, Rose. It’s like the man has never heard of a clitoris.”
Both women sighed, silently grieving for all women and the orgasms that would never be. 
“Ladies and gentlemen, give it up for Mrs. Leia Organa Solo, the CEO and co-founder of Resistance Co.,” the DJ announced as the small woman took to the stage. 
Rey and Rose moved closer to the stage for a better view while clapping along with the crowd. They found a nice corner to the right of the stage next to Kaydel and Ackbar.  
“Thank you,” Leia began, waving away the continued applause with a wry smile. “Today not only marks the end of the year but the 50th anniversary of the beginning of Resistance Co. There is only one way to celebrate such a feat and that is with all of you, my friends, my family and even my competitors.” She paused, glancing across the audience and meeting Rey’s eyes.
“I know I’m still hungry, so I will make this announcement quickly. Some of you may have heard rumors about my declining health, and I want to confirm that those rumors are true. As I enjoy the rest of my life, I will be retiring and handing the company over to my son. Please welcome your new CEO of Resistance Co., Benjamin Solo.”
Through the shock, the tears and the scattered applause, a tall broad shouldered man appeared on the platform and made his way toward Leia. Rey stood frozen with shock, but it wasn’t from the disbelief that something so huge had come out of her boss.
“Rey, isn’t that-” Rose began. 
Rey did not hear the rest. She was too busy taking in the features of the man she slept with the night before and her new boss.
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ladyrussellsprouts · 3 years
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Sneak
Rey was thirsty, and she had been thirsty for Poe since the moment they had met.
President of the Pilots club, and the most popular man on campus, Poe Dameron was a hard man to nail down, but things were looking up for Rey. After two semesters of flirting and prolonging the chase, she had finally made a breakthrough. Rey smiled to herself as she scanned the text message one more time. 
Meet me in my room when you arrive. I have a surprise for you.
She ignored the blaring rap music blasting throughout the frat house and climbed the last stair toward the second floor. Texting him that she had arrived, Rey steeled herself for the best night of her life. 
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It was dark. 
Much darker than she had anticipated. She almost tripped over a laundry basket before she registered the form on the bed. 
Slipping out of her dress, Rey slipped under the covers and pressed herself against him. A thrill shot down her spine as she felt his hard naked body against hers. 
“I’m here, baby,” she whispered before finding his lips with a gentle kiss.
Poe seemed stunned by her boldness. No doubt, her actions now were a sharp contrast to the coy persona she had adopted to capture his interest. But it couldn’t be helped. Upon meeting the handsome, charismatic man, Rey had decided that he would be her first lover. Despite his reputation as a heartbreaker, Poe had the kindness and experience to treat her gently during her first time. 
Rey deepened the kiss, licking the seam of his lips in invitation. Large hands grasped her face as Poe snapped out of his shock. His enthusiasm shifted their kiss and suddenly, she was the breathless one. 
What was he doing different? This kiss was electric.
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ladyrussellsprouts · 3 years
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It’s Not Christmas If Someone’s Not Crying
Rey had been waiting for this moment. 
A moment to be alone with “Uncle” Ben Solo. She tried not to roll her eyes. 
“You shouldn’t buy Paige gifts just to make her like you,” Rey began, unable to hide the ire in her voice. 
He paused before turning slowly toward her. The movement seemed almost menacing as his dark eyes narrowed on her. 
“Pardon?”
“You shouldn’t buy Paige gifts just to make her like you,” Rey repeated much slower since the concept was too complicated for him. “Children will appreciate time and affection a lot more than things like toys”
“I’m not buying Paige toys so she will like me,” Ben defended. “I buy her gifts because I think she’ll like them, and she does.”
Rey let out a frustrated breath. “Yes, she does, and I’m not refuting that. What I’m pointing out is that every time you buy her a gift you’re also apologizing for missing an event that you had promised to attend. To make up for those moments, you buy her a toy. I understand that you grew up with everything you could ever want but Paige doesn’t need that. Again, she needs-”
He cut her off. “I don’t think you know enough about me to be making those kinds of claims about my childhood.”
“Fine, I don’t, but I do have some concerns about how you treat Paige as her aunt.” Rey replied, hands on her hip.
Ben tilted his head, eyes intent like a predator and Rey geared herself for trouble.
“Is this something Finn and Rose wanted you to discuss with me?” He asked slowly, each syllable pronounced.
“Well no, but-” Rey began. 
“Then I don’t understand why I have to listen to the concerns of someone who’s never had children. Someone who can only call herself an aunt,” Ben replied, using his fingers to make air quotes on the word “aunt”.
Rey took a step back as if slapped. 
The arrow had met its mark. He hadn’t said the words out loud but his meaning had been clear. 
Unwanted. A waste of space. Better off dead. 
Rey felt small in her shame. 
Ben turned away as if unable to look at her for a moment longer. He let out a harsh breath before running long fingers through his dark mane. 
The silence was taunt between them. Something flashed in his eyes as he took in her expression. Rey buried the sting of his words beneath the armor that had always served her. 
He took a step toward her, “Look, I understand that you are upset about what happened on Black Friday. I can even understand that you might feel insecure about Paige favoring me more because I give her gifts. However, caring about Paige isn’t a competition. Just because she likes my gifts doesn’t mean-”
“There’s no need to lecture me, Uncle Ben,” Rey flicked her wrist as if waving his words away. “After all, I’m just an aunt.” 
She left the kitchen immediately with a mission to find more alcohol. This Christmas dinner couldn’t go fast enough. 
She didn’t see how Ben’s face fell as she turned, leaving him behind.
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ladyrussellsprouts · 3 years
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Moonlit
She had made him in the image of her perfect man. A man that would ask permission before taking, who would listen instead of interrupt. A kind man that valued a woman’s thoughts and opinions even though they might challenge his own. She called him Ben. 
Only last night she had stared at the finished sculpture and wistfully wished for life to flicker beneath the chiseled face. The moonlight had spilled across him casting shadows until his eyes seemed to glisten. Strong brows arched over a long patrician nose while lush lips pursed in concentration. Waves of thick luscious hair framed the strong and too large face. The column of his throat curved into broad shoulders that Rey imaged would house freckles that matched her own. He was nude, sitting with his elbows on his knees and his fingers laced together under his chin. As she had molded him into being, she had always imagined him looking back at her, studying her as she shaped a finger or a brow. He had looked so real in the moonlight that her heart had ached with longing for something she told herself she didn’t need. 
I'm happy on my own, she had reminded herself as she studied him under the full moon. 
And now he was gone. Rey stared at the empty pedestal where she had placed her finished art piece. She stood there a moment longer unable to comprehend why it was empty. Had a burglar broken in and stolen her art? 
Her art room remained tidy, nothing was out of place, and the windows were still locked. The rest of her house was much the same, but burglary was the only option that made sense. It wasn’t like her sculpture had suddenly come to life and walked away. The more she thought about it thought the more she started to panic. She only had a week before the art gallery opening and the central art piece marketed for the event had gone missing.
Rey stumbled backward mumbling something about calling the police. Before she could turn however, the studio bathroom door opened slowly and out walked a naked man. 
A very naked man. 
Her eyes widen as the very tall and broad shouldered man took unsteady steps toward her. His face pensive and serious as he drew closer and closer. She tried not to look at the swinging appendage between his thighs. 
“Who are you? What are you doing here?” Rey asked hysterically, backing away from the stranger. 
The man stopped his approach studying her with intent dark eyes. Comprehension flicked across his face as he took her in. 
“Master,” he intoned almost reverently. 
Rey blinked. 
Oh god, it was worse than she thought. A naked weirdo had somehow broken into her art studio. She wasn’t into BDSM, and she highly doubted she’d start becoming a fan now.  
“Um, I’m not your master or anyone’s master, actually. You can leave the way you came in. I won’t tell anyone. No harm, no foul. And please put on a towel before you go.” She tried to explain, still inching toward the door. 
“Master?” he inquired again, brows drawing together. “Master, it’s me.”
Rey paused. He did look kind of familiar. She studied the waves of his dark hair, the plush lips and the shape of his shoulders. She didn’t dare go any lower. Her fingers twitched as she studied the dip of his collarbone. 
“Ben?” She breathed, unbelieving.
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ladyrussellsprouts · 3 years
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Tension
She was watching him again. 
She was always watching him. 
Randy flushed underneath his beanie, sweat accumulating on his brow. Goose flesh rose across his skin as the heat of those golden eyes followed his every movement. He blinked at the computer screen trying to find the right settings for the Excel spreadsheet. He struggled to remember the steps Mitaka had shown him as he heard the sound of heels clicking closer to the desk that was much too small for his body.
“Do you need help, intern?” a seductive voice crooned much too close to his ear. 
Randy tensed, gulping as her breath brushed his ear lobe. “No, Ms. Rey, I believe I have the situation under control.”
She hummed softly in reply. “I like a man who’s in control.”
His heart pounded in his chest at the implied meaning in her words. The thud thud thud of his heart pulsed slowly down his body until something tightened between his thighs. Randy drew in a haggard breath and immediately regretted the movement as her perfume filled his nostrils. The smell of something soft and powerful curled in his nose filling his brain with images of silk, a warm fire and writhing bodies. Her heat pressed closer as she molded her breasts across his back. 
“You may not need help, intern, but I do.” A file folder landed softly on his desk. 
A ghost of a hand trailed against his thigh before disappearing a second before Mitaka rounded the corner.
“I need these files scanned and immediately sent to Mr. Hux and Director Snoke,” Ms. Rey commanded. The seductive Delilah no longer present. 
With a swish of her hips, she entered her office and did not look back.
The switch in her tone left him cold, feeling like he had misinterpreted things. The throbbing between his legs reassured him it had not been his imagination. 
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ladyrussellsprouts · 4 years
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Tease Me
Kylo Ren learns what torture is when Rey participates in a TikTok challenge.
The idea was so silly, so scandalous. She wasn’t sure how she had talked herself into standing naked in their home office. He hadn’t noticed her yet and she was thankful. 
Her husband was still the most handsome man she had ever met. A decade together had not changed that fact but this was new territory. They had a general rule of not infringing on each other’s work lives. It was the only way they had made their marriage work especially when they worked for rival companies. But they needed this, Rey needed him.
Taking a steading breath, she took a step forward and another until she was within his view. He immediately glanced over. Emotions flicked across his gaze within seconds--annoyance, concern, surprise, desire. 
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ladyrussellsprouts · 4 years
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The Apology
Our heroine tries to apologize but our hero makes it so much harder than it needs to be. 
The silence lingered for a beat too long as she waited for him to say something. When nothing was forthcoming, she decided to take the bull by the horns and get this over with. 
“Kyle Ron,” she began and paused as his eyes snapped to her. “I’m sorry for walking in on you. I--”
Glancing at the cup in his hands, he scoffed. 
It was a small sound but it communicated his feelings more effectively than any words could. The apology on the tip of her tongue withered away as her eyebrows wrinkled together in confusion. Her hackles rose as she took in his pompous expression. 
His eyes narrowed. “Do you know who you are apologizing to?” 
“Yes. You,” she replied dumbly, fingers twitching around the rim of her cup.
Rey had never seen someone roll their eyes so forcefully. “I don’t know who Kyle Ron is. My name is Kylo Ren.”
Her eyes widened and she felt her face heat up with embarrassment.
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