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[star-killer-md]

I’m so glad DALDOM is back!!!

<333

#dr. b answers #obsessionprofessional

[frickingnerd]

Hi! I loved your Claude fic! It was sooooo sweet 😭🥺

thank you so much! i'm really happy to hear you enjoyed it <3

#obsessionprofessional #claude von riegan x reader #fire emblem x reader

[januaryembrs]

APPRENTICE | Kylo Ren x force user!reader

Request: Hi! Can you do a Kylo Ren x Reader, where the reader is a wielder of the Force who begs Kylo to be her teacher and to learn more about it. Imagining she’s heard about him and The First Order, & knows that he’s a powerful force user.

@obsessionprofessional says - Congrats on almost 1000 followers! I hope it IS 1000 by the time you read this! May I please request a Kylo Ren x female reader piece in which he finally admits his feelings? And maybe they snuggle :3 Again, congratulations on this milestone!

description: You realise your slight quirk is actually much more than you ever imagined when you meet an Empire commander who asks you to become his apprentice.

word count: 2.5k

trigger warnings: swearing? slight angst? feeling of being unworthy?

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Some people said you had a kind of magic touch when it came to fixing machines. Call it a dull way of living, but being plunged into a world where it was thrive or die, being a useful hand at repairing droids proved incredibly beneficial.

When the order ransacked your village, in need of a crew to fix up a ship that had crash landed nearby. It wasn’t until they started pulling out blasters and yelling threats that someone threw you into the line of fire by claiming you were the best in town at engineering. It was true of course, but the candour had meant you were dragged at gunpoint to the ship and forced to work. 

You quickly realised this was not just any ship, but an officer's vehicle. Important, sleek, complex machinery. Not only that, its pilot looked royally pissed as he caressed a bleeding forehead and black eye. 

His cold near-black eyes flicked to you as the troopers thrust you forward. “The villagers said this one could fix it,” They said, nodding a head in your direction. He looked you hard in the face, and you jutted your chin up to give some impression that you weren’t afraid. 

Truthfully, you were shitting your cargos the moment you saw the saber on his hip. 

“You know how to build ships?” He barked, almost as if he was tired of you already, despite the fact you hadn’t dared breathe yet. You swallowed heavily, the stone in your throat not quite dislodging itself.

“Some, yes,” He seemed displeased, as told by the slight tilt of his head, “Most actually,” you corrected yourself, warily. “I’d have to give it a look but with the right tools proba- yes,” You stumbled.

You had no clue what he was thinking as his eyes narrowed into slits. He nodded his head for you to approach the ship, which you did so promptly.

One small mistake and you just knew your heart would be ripped from your chest cavity in seconds. 

Breathing in deeply through your nose, you lifted a gentle hand to the body of the ship. It hummed under your touch, as if groaning in pain from the damage to its body, and you let out a deep exhale, removing the control panel to at least pretend to be looking at the damage in the conventional way. You knew you didn’t even need to move an inch to discover the problem thanks to your superpower.

The parts of the ship flickered through your mind, each ticking over in their correct tune until your mind found the source of the problem. You had no clue how you’d always managed to feel the machines, feel every part of them with a single touch, as if they had a life or soul of their own; it was what made you so practical at your job. 

You quickly assessed the engine was shot, along with part of the wing’s wiring needed rebuilding. You turned back to the unkind commander with the answer ready in your mouth, only to see him staring at you with something in between fascination and confusion.

“The wings-” You started only for him to cut you off.

“How did you do that?” His sneer shut you up. Normally people just took it that you were talented at your job, no one had ever caught onto what you were actually doing. 

“Do- Do what exactly?” You stammered, chest puffing out in faux confidence.

He looked over you a moment longer, before igniting his saber and drawing it to your neck. You could feel the heat washing over your windpipe, the crackling of the weapon echoing in your ears. 

You gulped, the bravery slipping with no heistance. “You know exactly what I’m talking about. I felt the disturbance in the force. Are you really so stupid you thought I wouldn’t notice?”

Your face screwed up. “The force? What’s a force?” You asked, eyes flicking to the saber as he brought it closer to your jugular. It was then you crumbled, “Please! I have no idea what you’re talking about. It’s just something I’ve always been able to do, it’s how I fix machines so quickly back home-”

“So you have no idea what you are?” He mutters, his eyes dark as they took you in whole. He saw the sincerity in your puzzled expression, saw how your eyes showed nothing but fear and helplessness, like a wounded animal in need of a mercy kill.

He grunted, thrusting out a hand to his ship. You thought he was getting ready to strike you with his bare hand, drawing in on yourself. It was then that you heard a loud groan of metal work, and your head snapped to the ship behind you. You watched as something strong began crushing the vessel, as if the air around it was betraying itself and began squeezing. The metal dented, falling under the weight of the traitorous force. 

Force. He had said it himself. 

Your head whipped back to meet his eyes, dark and ravenous for the truth. “Do you see? We’re the same, you and I.” Your mouth dropped open, settling for a nod. 

He took a step closer to you, a gloved hand coming up to hold your temple, fingers gentle caressing your head. “You think I could do that?” You whispered, feeling something heavy settle over your brain, as if a bug had crawled into your ear as he touched you. You daren’t move away, something about his sharp eyes stunning you into place.

You wished to know what it was he thought you were capable of, the blind faith he was putting in you and whatever this force was you had. 

Of course you’d always wondered what it was that made you special, and here he was offering you an explanation. 

“You don’t know just how special you are,” He said clearly, dropping his hand. His black eyes flicked over your face that drew back in shock. It was as if he’d heard every thought you’d had, surely he couldn’t have. “I could show you just how remarkable you could be, just say the word.”

You gaped at him, stuck for words. The Empire were evil, they tore everything good up from the root and left the rest of the world to rot. You could never be one of them, never succumb to their ways. But you yearned to know what it was that gave you this power, yearned to wield it, perhaps even then use it for good; wanted to learn how to become as powerful and strong as he was. You saw how the troopers cowered around him, perhaps you could even hold that fear over them. 

You looked up at him, his eyes calculating as they took you in. He could give you all that.

“Teach me,” You murmured back. 

“Again!” He commanded, your chest constricting in an ache now familiar to you. It had been six months since he had found you and while you had come on leaps and bounds than simply testing machinery, you were even able to move objects with your powers now. 

The Force as you had come to understand it was peculiar in how it presented itself in each user. Kylo, who you spent most days with as his new apprentice, had told you some were better at healing while others specialised in combat, though you were pretty sure he was trying to comfort you in his own way at the fact you struggled some days to so much as lift blocks than move people like he could. 

Today being one of those days, where no matter how hard you pushed yourself, how hard you willed your hand to grasp the metal block and bring it to yourself, the damn thing would not budge.

“Kylo, I’m trying,” You grunted between attempts. You wouldn’t be surprised if you burst a vessel at this point with the exertion on your brain, “I can’t-”

“You are much more capable than you know,” The man retorted, and you felt his snake-like eyes watching as your face crumpled in effort. It was supposed to be supportive, but the way he said it was cold and plunging to your chest, as if he was tired of your dramatics. 

It only served to dishearten you further. 

“You expect too much of me, I’m no better than any child trying to learn this stuff,” You snapped, lowering your hand with a slap to your leg. You were tired, tired of all of this. “Maybe-” You willed yourself not to cry, “Do you ever think maybe I’m just not good enough?”

The past six months had truly taken your spirit out of you. Kylo woke you up early most days for the two of you to eat together before you had training. From there it was four hours in the morning, a break for lunch, then studying the texts he gave you on force users that came before you. Then more training like today's session, usually about object manipulation but he had been trying to get you to learn how to read his mind for the past few weeks. That alone was proving difficult since you were constantly on edge wondering if he was doing the same to you, the way his eyes darkened and jaw clenched making you believe he knew exactly what you were thinking. 

It wasn’t so difficult to see with one look into your head that your every thought revolved around him these days. How handsome he was, how he occasionally would caress your arm when helping you to focus, which only worked to send you spiralling. How pretty he was when he laughed if you said something particularly witty over first meal. 

You stopped trying, looking up at him tiredly. “What if I’m not as special as you want me to be?” You asked emptily. Seeing how talented he was only rubbed salt in the wound of your failures and had you wondering if you were cut out to be here for weeks now. 

He stopped, looking across the room at where you stood looking hopeless. “You’re being stupid,” He said, but the way his eyebrows quirked upwards slightly told you he wasn’t as annoyed as he sounded.

“No!” You protested, shrugging your shoulders and rubbing your neck, “You keep saying I can be great, I can be so much more- but you don’t get it. I’m trying, I’m bleeding myself dry to please you and I just know I’m never going to be as powerful as you want me to be,”

He was losing you, he could feel you slipping between his fingers as you stepped away from him. He knew he was pushing you but it was only because he saw the fire burning inside of you, the energy growing day by day, because he wanted you to be able to defend yourself if the worst should happen, if he couldn’t be there to take care of you. 

Kylo had not known any feeling like this before, as if the day he saw you fix his machine he had met himself in the form of another. Someone who could understand, who he could shape into an equal. His fondness only grew once he realised  how funny you were, how your mind ticked in an entirely different way to his own, how you were not another version of him but your own in an entirely unique way. 

He loved how kind you were, and gentle. Something he never was in this life. He saw how you looked at him, and he simply longed for you to realise just how much he cared.  

“You are,” Kylo whispered, finding his voice before you could turn away from him for good. You looked up at him, hearing him mumble under his breath. “You can be so powerful if you keep trying,” 

You shook your head, feeling as if this were the same thing you had heard time and time again, “Maybe it’s best if I just go home,”

That had his heart plummeting, “No, don’t-”

“I think that would be best for both of us. I’m sorry I’ve wasted your time,” You turned to exit the training room, wondering how you would get back to your home planet. 

“Wait!” He tried calling, and with three simple strides he had caught up to you and grabbed a tight hold of your arm, willing you not to go, “Please,”

That was a shock. He had never used such a word in the time you’d known him. You eyes snapped to his to see him staring down at you like a vulnerable creature. 

“Kylo-”

“You can’t leave me, please,” He begged, pulling you closer, “I know I don’t tell you, I haven’t told you but you are already spectacular. You never needed me to be special,”

You frowned at him up at him, head drawing back in frustration. “Don’t take pity on me, Kylo. I don’t need it,”

“No, it’s true! It was never me that made you amazing,” Kylo said, drawing you into his embrace further, as if scared you would flee like a scared sand rat, “You were all that on your own,” He went quiet, as if debating whether to talk more before his eyes flicked to your sneering lips, “It’s one of the things I like most about you, actually,” 

Your chest stopped, mouth struggling to choose between hanging open and remaining clamped shut as you tried to formulate words. 

He liked you. He liked you, and he no doubt knew just from one touch alone you liked him. Of course he must know. Should you tell him how you feel despite that? He must know, you must make sure he knows its mutual-

“Just,” Kylo’s begging cut through the tangent your brain sent you into as it always did when you thought of him, “Please don’t leave. I don’t want to be alone again. You mean more to me than I know what to do with,” His voice was quiet now, each word breathing over your lips.

Anything. You would do anything for him if it meant he would keep looking at you like that, begging you like that. 

You didn’t need to read his mind to know he was being honest, to know you needed each other more than either of your had ever realised. 

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[randoimago]

I love your Kakyoin and Piers fics, those are two of my favourite characters 😭😭

Kakyoin as your favorite character? I'd never notice 😂

Jk tho, Both of them are just so precious and I love them so much. Kakyoin deserved so much better.

#not an ask #obsessionprofessional

[babbushka]

Yay, Sinday!!! May I request our sweet boy Clyde snuggling with the reader and trying to cheer her up when she’s sad? I know you’ve written one in which he tries to make her happy after arguing with her family, so if this is too similar, you can ignore it. Thanks for the incoming influx of that good thicc AD character content 🤩🤩🤩

He comes home and can tell, immediately that you’re not in your normal spirits. He don’t know how he can, maybe it was just the sixth sense o’being married or somethin’. But he can tell and he gently closes the front door behind him, walks through the house lookin’ for you.

The sun is shinin’ over West Virginia, the heat of summer startin’ to creep in, and yet instead of soakin’ up the sunshine the way you sometimes do, you’re a blanket cocoon in bed, only the top of your head pokin’ out from under the covers as your body is curled aroun’ somethin’ that suspiciously looks like a stack of pillows to mimic Clyde’s body.

“Nope.” He announces with his hand on his hip, startling you into sittin’ up.

You’re confused, hair all mussed from layin’ about, and as the blanket slides down your body and shows off your pretty curves, Clyde bites at his lip, already sets to work on his buttons.

“No what, honey?” You blink, rub your eye, check the clock. He’s home early, way earlier than you thought he would be, and you can’t deny that you’re thrilled to see him, not with how poorly you’d been feelin’ before.

“I ain’t gonna let the sads get ya, not today.” Clyde shakes his head, steppin’ out of his jeans and pullin’ his shirt off his shoulders. “Ain’t nothin’ gonna steal the smile away from my darlin’.”

He gently pushes himself into your space on the bed, tucks up under the covers to be with you. Your naked body is so alluring, so beautiful there in the golden sunlight of mid-afternoon, but he ain’t in the love makin’ mood, not with the way your eyes shine with unshed tears.

You melt into his arms, letting out a deep sigh as you press your face into his throat.

“Do you wanna talk t’me about it? You know I’m a real good listener.” Clyde whispers, his hand comin’ up to smooth your hair over your skull, pettin’ it in a calmin’ gesture you do for him sometimes.

“Maybe tomorrow in the mornin’? I just want to be held right now, if that’s alright.” Your voice is soft and sad and it breaks his heart

“’Alright?’ Shit,” He clicks his teeth, squeezin’ you and rollin’ the both of y’all over onto your side so he can get a proper armful’a ya. He kisses your eyelids and rubs his nose against yours. “You say the words and I ain’t ever gonna let go.”

“Thanks big bear.” You can’t help but smile from the attention, and that’s all Clyde ever wants, is for you to smile.

“I love ya sweetheart, an’ I’m always here for ya, I hope you know that.” He tells you seriously, lookin’ into those deep soulful eyes o’yours.

“I do, I love you too honey.” You nod, and he tucks you back under his chin, content to spend the rest of the day snuggled up with you.

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[starlightsearches]

Hi! May I please request a fic in which Kylo is sad and the reader tries to comfort him? Thank you so much! I hope you’re doing well :)

Scars

Hello lovely! This is such a sweet request, thanks for sending it in! I’m so glad I got to write it, hope you like it 🥰

Oneshot requests are closed ✨

Kylo Ren X Reader

AN: Why do so many of the things I write center around medical drama? Anyways, as far as warnings go, we’ve got discussions of an injury, some trauma, and it takes place immediately after the ending of TFA, so discussion of those events as well!

The doctor explains his injuries to you with a cool kind of detachment, but you can see that even he is shaking. You're only half listening; try as you might, you can't get your body to cooperate as you're overcome with a dull buzz that fills your mind and blankets your nerves. Is this what it feels like to be in shock? You had managed to escape Starkiller uninjured—physically at least—but your ears still ring with the sounds of explosions; you can still feel the way they echo through your body like a second heartbeat.

"Are you still listening?" the words float towards you, breaking through the dull ringing that won’t leave your ears, and you're just barely able to grasp them, your attention flying back to the doctor as he stares at you with reticence.

"I'm sorry," your apology is automatic, and it feels hollow as it leaves your lips, but he seems to understand. None of you had thought things would end this way. All of you are at a loss for what happens next.

"His injuries aren't extensive, and we were able to stop the bleeding," the doctor repeats, and this time you force yourself to listen, watching him with concerted effort to keep your mind from wandering, "but they are quite a few of them, including a laceration across his face that will almost certainly scar."

"Oh gods," your words are barely a whisper as your hand finds its way to your mouth involuntarily, and you can feel your eyes pool with tears. You had only caught a glimpse of him when they dragged him onto the command ship before bringing him here, just a sliver of his dark black cloak fluttering through the still air moments before the ship had fled the base.

The prospect of a scar is frightening—the weaker part of you wants to run from it, wants to run from any reminder of this waking nightmare. You lean on the part that is stronger. Ren needs you; you can't run from him. "I want to see him. Is he awake?"

The doctor pauses, and the worry bubbles up in your chest. He won't meet your eyes and for a moment you'd like to smack him—your sick, hot anger searching for any target on which it could unleash itself. The doctor sees it build within you, a small whimper escaping his lips before he spits out the words, "He's awake, he refused any medication for the pain-" and then, more quietly, "-he said he won't see anyone."

"He'll see me." You brush past the man with determination, and he doesn't try to stop you, jumping out of the way instead, following you with his eyes as you walk through the doors of the medbay.

You find him lying still on a mattress in one of the rooms with his back to the door, and he doesn't turn to face you, curling further into himself as soon as he senses your presence. He's uncovered from the waist up except for the parts of his skin swathed in thick bandages—his waist, one of his shoulders—but he’s alive and awake and, for the first time since you fled the base, you can breathe again.

The air is thick with a scent that makes your stomach lurch: the metallic smell of blood and the ointments meant to mask it, but you're able to block all of that out as you approach him, watching the gentle signs of life, the way his shoulders rise and fall with shuddering breaths. He peers up at you with one eye, the unscarred one, throwing a quick glance over his shoulder before he turns away again, burrowing his face deeper into his pillow, hiding from your sight.

He mumbles something low and full of pain, maybe the words go away, but you ignore them, approaching with slow, measured steps until you’re within reach. You let one hand stretch out, let your fingers spread over the defined contours of muscle on his shoulders. He doesn’t react to your touch, not at first, but you wait, ever patient, watching as he unfurls from his hiding place, waiting for him to let you in.

It’s a subtle move, just a nod of his head, beckoning you closer and you waste no time, moving around the bed and crawling into the empty space on the mattress, placing both hands against the broad planes of his chest so that you can feel his heartbeat beneath your fingers.

"I thought-" you whisper, but you can't finish the words when you feel your voice shake, can't allow yourself to think about what could have been, "you're alive."

You meet his eyes for the first time; you see the scar, unbandaged. He watches you warily, searching your expression for disgust, or fear, but you could never feel that way, not when you're looking at him. And he can't contain himself, not when you have such love in your eyes and comfort in your touch as your hands move up his body to rest against his cheeks. The words just spill out.

"I killed Han Solo."

"It had to be done."

"The scavenger, she got away."

"You'll find her again."

"How can you be so sure?" It's a demanding question, one that's not easily answered. After what happened on Starkiller, how can you be sure of anything?

For a moment you're lost, staring deep into the warm dark pools of his eyes. There are many things that you are unsure about; Ren is not one of them.

You lean against his chest, careful to avoid the bandages, pulling yourself flush to him, resting your head so that you can hear his heartbeat. "You're nothing if not determined, Ren. It's one of the things I like most about you."

"One of the things?" His voice trembles, remnants of emotion he couldn't express while you were looking him in the eye coming now through these words. You can hear the neediness in the way he says it. The desperation for assurance after so great a loss, and you're more than willing to provide.

You turn, just slightly, just enough to rest your head on his shoulder so that you can look at him, and so that he can look at you, if he chooses. "I love your hair, how soft it feels between my fingers." One of your hands snakes up to his hairline, brushing the soft, damp tendrils away from his face, and he lets a stifled breath out through his nose; you feel it feather against your wrist as you trail your hand down lower.

"I love the freckles on your cheeks, down your shoulders," you continue, tracing over the planes and angles of his face, the hollow of his throat. It’s so easy to make him tremble, and you let yourself enjoy the way his jaw tightens as he swallows roughly before his eyes meet yours.

"I love your eyes. I love the way you look at me." You shift closer, replacing the movement of your fingers with soft kisses, ghosting your lips over his pulse point, up to his jaw, and his eyes fall shut.

"But how will I be able to look at you now? How can you love me with this?" His voice breaks when he talks about the wound, a single tear slipping down the side of his face. You hold him with both your hands, you wait until he looks at you.

"I will love you more with that scar than I loved you before," you say it with such conviction that he has to know that you mean it, and you do—in the deepest parts of yourself, you mean it. "It's a reminder of how much you love me. How hard you had to fight to come back to me. I will live the rest of my life loving that scar."

There’s only a moment of pause, a soft transference of feelings too profound for words and too heavy to be carried without help. It’s only a slight pause before he kisses you, deeply, wildly, unrestrained, holding you tight in his strong arms, tight enough to bruise. Maybe it’s so you won't see him cry—the tears not lost to you as they dust your cheeks and coat his lips with the tang of salt. Maybe it's because he’s at a loss for words, forced to find another way to communicate, desperate to show you the height and depth and breadth of his love for you. Whatever it is, it doesn’t matter. You’ll never be happier than you are when Ren puts his mouth on you.

His tempo slows, the fierce grip of his fingers that search every part of you becoming a soft drift, goosebumps blossoming over your skin in the wake of his gentle hands. You breathe together, in this moment, as your hearts beat in time, and there's no need for words anymore. You’re here, you’re together, you’re safe. You're never letting go.

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[clydeluckylogan]

Demand and ye shall receive: Clyde would be so understanding and sweet with a significant other who has an anxiety disorder. As someone who has an anxiety disorder, I imagine he’d be the most sensitive human being when his SO was having a particularly rough day. Yeet

#obsessionprofessional #clyde logan #clyde logan x reader #anxiety #tw anxiety

[callmehopeless]

Omg I play Skyrim, too!

HOW GOOD IS IT THO

Also I have made a mod of Kylo Ren as an NPC for Skyrim - he’s recruitable and also you can marry him, and I’m working on making him fully voiced

If you want it

I can give you it

:D

#obsessionprofessional #Mail

[scooterpengie]

Here’s @obsessionprofessional‘s prize, lineless art of Kylo smiling! I hope you like it 💕

#ben solo #kylo ren #star wars #star wars art #prize #obsessionprofessional #my art #i think i drew his face too round?

[sithsecrets]

YOUR NEW FIC????!!?!?!! ART

thank you!!!! <3

#been supporting me since like day one <3 #obsessionprofessional

[salandition]

Is there a new link to the alphabet requests? I clicked it and it said the post didn’t exist anymore. If you’re not taking requests at the moment, no worries!

ahh you’re right, i changed my URL for the blog it was posted on so that post in general is a bit funky, i’ll have to delete it and re-reblog it. i won’t be taking more alphabet requests at this time, but thank you for asking and notifying me !

#obsessionprofessional

[star-killer-md]

Hello!! May I please request “I’ll keep calling for the rest of the night if i have to, until you answer me.” with our boi Kylo? Could it be sweet with smut? Thank you so much!!! DALDOM is such a joy to read, like thank you for quenching my thirst in this drought of a time

Thank you so much for all your support babe!! Soooo, remember when I said this would be just drabbles. Well I went and wrote like what could potentially be considered a one shot and it’s probably not at all what you were looking for but it left my brain and its here now. 

This is loosely based on the Mobster!Kylo x Lawyer!reader AU I’ve been fantasizing about writing for awhile, so you can just read it as modern Kylo to simplify things. 

Prompt: “I’ll keep calling for the rest of the night if I have to, until you answer me.” 

Warnings: nsfw, angst which y’all just need to expect by now, breaking and entering, feelings, sorta soft Kylo I think, possessive vibes

Word Count: 2k

Message number 27:

Kylo’s voice crackled out of the answering machine sounding warped as the signal cut in and out. 

“You’re not getting away that easily,” he rasped. “I’ll keep calling for the rest of the night if I have to, until you answer me.”

Your inbox was well and full by now. He’d made good on his promise though. Your phone had vibrated itself off the counter at one point with the amount of incoming calls. An hour or so ago, you’d just turned it off, hiding away under a blanket in the living room and trying to control your breathing. 

You knew it had been a mistake to get involved with him professionally. His business was not exactly of the ethical sort and you couldn’t have any stains on your reputation. But he’d paid handsomely, and you did enjoy the extra funding to spruce up your rundown apartment. 

But it had been a grave error to ever be romantically involved with Kylo Ren. If you could call it that. There was nothing truly romantic per to say about it, possessive was a more appropriate word for him. Ren kept a collection of spoils and you simply couldn’t bare to be just another trophy anymore. 

Although it seemed your greatest blunder was in trying to break things off amicably. You should have just skipped town. Should have broken your lease, took the hit to your credit and changed your name. Should have, would have, etc...

But you didn’t.

And now you were facing the consequences. 

The consequences which were currently trying to break down your front door. 

Footsteps, loud and heavy, pounded up the narrow hall and what was almost certainly a foot connected and splintered the wood of your lock on the first impact.

You jumped clear off the couch, landing in a heap on the floor and crawling away from the door as it swung on its hinges. The knob left a hole in the drywall as it burst open and standing in the remains was the last and first person you wanted to see.

There was a reason you’d only left a message with his assistant and slipped quietly home. There was a reason you’d taken the week off so you wouldn’t accidentally run into him looking for you at your office. 

Because, no matter how much you detested what he did, you couldn’t deny how easily he’d drawn you in. Not just with money but with his air. The cloud of mystery and intrigue, risk and reward that clung to him was intoxicating. And you knew if you had to look him in the eye, he’d pull you right back to him. Have you laid out on his expensive mahogany desk, pussy dripping and cock pounding into you. 

You could hear it now:

“Your fucking cunt better not take the finish off,” he’d growl into your ear, fingers down your throat to muffle any noise. “Gonna lick it clean when I’m done aren’t you?”

He was staring at you now with that same dangerous look which had enticed you in the first place. You shuddered from your place cowering in the corner.

Kylo’s massive hand wrapped around the door and slammed it back into the ruined frame before crossing the room and backing you further into the corner where you sat. 

“What the hell are you—?!” 

You were cut off when he yanked your upper arm harshly dragging you to your feet and caging you to the wall with his chest. 

“Why the fuck didn’t you pick up?” he hissed, lips working over themselves when his jaw twitched. 

“I left a message,” you stated calmly, eyes focused intently on the ground.

“No that’s bullshit and you know it,” he pounded his fist into the wall by your head. 

“I meant it,” you tried to keep your voice level but your hands were shaking at your sides and he was too close and too loud. “I can’t do this anymore.”

His hand found your jaw, forcing it up towards his face, “Look at me and say that again.”

It was a challenge. A dare. Calling your bluff. 

You took a breath. 

His eyes were so pretty though when you finally met them, all the nerve drained out of you. Kylo looked so...enraged, enraptured, betrayed. And you just couldn’t. But you had to.

The words were soft when they slipped past your lips, “I can’t do this anymore.”

“Can’t do what?” he demanded.

His eyes were flicking all over your face, from your mouth to your eyes and back again. 

You didn’t know how to explain that he scared you. Not him entirely, but what you felt for him, what he did to you was terrifying. It was an addiction you couldn’t shake and you needed to go cold turkey or you’d be stuck in this back and forth forever. 

“What?!” his voice cracked as the shout left him. “What am I not paying you enough? What more do you want?” 

“I don’t want anything—“

“No, no, no,” he cut you off again, hands wrestling against you until he gripped the outside of your thighs and hoisted them around his waist. Your skirt rode up your back and left you nearly exposed to the chill of the apartment. 

“Kylo, please,” you struggled in his grasp. 

Your hands were so small on his chest, barely contained by the blue dress shirt he wore. He was hard in his pants, you could feel the length of him pressing into your core. Your name left his lips right before they crashed into yours. 

You tried to push back, to seal your mouth shut and turn your head but his kisses were your weakness. Few and far between and gut wrenching every time and he knew it. Knew what he did to you. And you couldn’t help but yield to his onslaught, letting him lick into your mouth and trace your teeth. 

He was like a fine wine, or what you imagined people meant when they said that. It all tasted the same to you, but Kylo was more delicious than any of it. And you drank him down despite the little voice in your head telling you to bite his tongue and get as far away from him as possible. Somewhere he couldn’t track you down. 

But really, you knew that was futile, because Kylo Ren could find you anywhere. Once he sunk his teeth in, there would be no getting away without blood on your hands. So you kissed him back and didn’t protest when his lips wandered down your neck, leaving a trail of marks in his wake. 

“You can’t,” he mumbled into your skin. 

Kylo’s hands shifted, fumbling in between your bodies until his fingers found the soaked fabric of your underwear. He ran his thumb along your slit, groaning at how your pussy dripped for him. 

“Can’t what?” you gasped, as he circled your clit through the cotton. 

He tore his hand away and fumbled with his belt buckle, freeing his cock from the confines of his pants. You felt him push your panties to the side and rub the hot head of his length against your lips. He was so warm, so big, so right, so exactly what you always wanted. 

His face was pressed firmly into the crook of your neck, and there was a distinct wetness there and his chest shook when he breathed in the scent of your laundry detergent and perfume. 

“You can’t leave me too.” 

The words were nearly lost in the fabric of your shirt, muffled and strange in his mouth and whatever inkling of resolve you’d had earlier that day shattered like glass in the path of a bullet. You’d never heard him sound like that before. He didn’t say things like that, didn’t tell you things like that. Things that mattered. Things that hurt. 

Kylo rutted his hips against you, coating his cock in your essence and making you squirm as he pressed against your clit with every stroke. 

“Say it,” he sounded so far away, “say you don’t want me.” 

You knew you should. You should tell him to go or call the cops—he had broken in after all—saddle him with legal fees, make some other lawyer get him out of his messes. But there were a lot of things you should be doing, like drinking more water or getting eight hours of sleep or covering your face in pureed cucumber or any number of other things on all those stupid self care lists that normal people absolutely couldn’t have the time for. 

So you said nothing, just shook your head and rolled your hips to meet him, tugging on his hair until he pulled back to face you. His eyes were rimmed red, dark circles puffy underneath and you thought it might be nice to slather yourself in cucumber smoothie if he was there with you. 

“I’m sorry,” you whispered, “I’m sorry, I’ll stay.” 

And you choked on the next words out of your mouth as Kylo dives into you, thrusting straight in to the hilt. You feel the sweet sting of him stretching you open, filling you to the brim and you know you’ll never feel this with anyone else. No matter how shady and unethical and terrifying he is, Kylo is not the kind of man you find twice. 

He isn’t taking his time, the way he’s fucking you into the wall—bucking his hips into you at a frantic pace and making you whine—it isn’t for pleasure. No, you can tell by the way he’s keeping you close, not trying to change his angle to get deeper, he wants to be as near to you as possible. 

You realize distantly, as he’s rubbing quick circles around your clit with the pad of his thumb, that this is the first time he’s ever been to your place. You're not entirely surprised he knew where you lived despite that. Maybe you’d invite him to stay the night, maybe he'd actually be there when you woke up. 

But that was probably just a pipe dream. 

It didn’t really matter, not when he was bringing you so close, not when he was still kissing you and biting at your lips like a man starved. His pace began to stutter, rhythm faltering as he neared his climax. 

“Kylo—oh fuck,” you moaned low and long as he bounced you on his dick. 

“Cum for me,” he rasped out. 

And you would.

And you did. 

Because you always did what he asked, no matter how dirty it made you feel. 

So you came screaming his name so loud the neighbors had to have heard it, and he tumbled right over the precipice at the clenching of your cunt around him. You felt him deeply, painting thick ropes of hot release along your walls until it dripped out around his cock. He didn’t move for a while, just dropped his head back down to your shoulder and waited for your breathing to even out. 

After a few moments, he unhooked your legs from his waist, letting his softening length slip from you as your feet landed back on solid ground. You looked up at him, hands resting on his forearms and took him in—dark waves frizzy around his head with sweat and shirt wrinkled from where your nails had gripped the fabric. He tucked himself away, fastening his belt and you watched how his fingers moved nimbly on the buckle. 

“So,” you mused. 

There was still some hint of more in his gaze, something that hadn’t quite been blocked out. And he cleared his throat, humming in response.  

“Does that offer for a higher salary still stand or?”

All the tension melted from his face as it fell back to the familiar deadpan, blank stare you’d become so accustomed to over the last few months. Kylo shook his head at you, eye twitching almost imperceptibly. You couldn’t help but smile, even as his frown deepened. 

Who were kidding? This was the best gig you were ever going to get, and Kylo was a ride you weren’t willing to give up quite so soon. You were sure now you couldn’t escape him even if you tried. 

‘Never get involved with the Mob,’ that was a thing people said right?

People also told you to ‘go to law school,’ and look where that had gotten you: involved with the Mob. 

Oh well, at least you’d never be bored.

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[aquatik]

kakyoin + quality time!

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original entry by @obsessionprofessional -> Hello! This is for your love language ask! What love language do you feel fits Kakyoin (JJBA part 3) best? Personally, I feel like it would be quality time since he’s been so lonely for most of his life. If you also feel that love language fits him, how do you think he’d show that to his partner? I hope I did this ask correctly!

explanation + note -> no worries you got the ask right<3 definitely see him with this type of love language! for this one, i did use the “the moon is beautiful, isn’t it” confession like kakyoin and the reader’s first i love you <3 this might’ve leaned into a different love language by accident, so my bad ,,,,

content -> abt. 500 words, gn! reader, if you’ve finished part 3 the end might hurt a little iykyk, no cw

“what are you doing up so late,” the red-haired teen asked, walking up towards the ledge you were sitting at.

your back straightened. startled, you quickly turned around at another person's voice, only to relax when seeing who it was.

“you scared me,” you laughed.

“sorry, wasn’t my intention,” he said, a gentle breeze pushing his hair back, “if anything, you scared me. i got worried when i didn’t see you, i thought an enemy attacked.”

“no, the only enemy here is the lack of tiredness i have,” you coarsely laughed, “why don’t you join me— if you aren’t tired, of course.”

“i’d love to, either way if i went back, i think the scare you gave me wouldn’t let me fall asleep again.”

“noriaki, i’m really-“

“plus, the whole orchestra of polnareff and mr. joestar wouldn’t let me sleep either,” he said, sitting down next to your giggling form.

the view in question you guys were watching didn’t consist of much, it was the few trees littered around the desert. the real view came from the sky. It was clear, you could see every star shine so bright.

“thank you,” he said, looking down from the sky, admiring your face before you turned to him with a confused expression.

you asked, meeting his eyes with your own, “for what?”

“for all of these days, though we keep running into life or death situations on a journey to save miss holly, i don't think i’ve ever had so many days where i’ve been so happy.”

“i mean sure, i almost lost my eyesight, i’ve been in countless battles these past days, but i made everlasting friendships. i don’t regret any of it,” he says, placing his hand above yours, “especially meeting you.”

“i don’t regret anything either,” you said, bringing your thumb up to the side of his hand.

“i wonder what’s next after this, i can feel our journey coming to an end very soon, we’re about to confront dio in just a couple days. is it the end of our group?” he ponders.

“of course not silly,” you reassure, “we’re all going to stay in contact, there’s no way we wouldn’t after everything we’ve gone through. plus, me, you, jotaro will be going to the same school, and you know, be actual, normal teenagers— or as normal as we can be,” you sighed.

“well that’s an obstacle we have to overcome, not though,” he said.

you hummed, “and we’ll face it together.”

“it’s a clear night tonight. out of all the days we could’ve done this, i’m glad it was today,” he said, looking at you and softly smiling before gazing up at the sky, his hand squeezing yours.

your heart skipped a beat, taking a deep breath, you conveyed what you’ve wanted to say for some time now, “the moon is beautiful, isn’t it?” you said, looking up at the sky, biting your cheek subconsciously. it felt like an eternity of staring up until your eyes widened at the words you heard,

“i can die happy.”

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[sass-and-suspenders]

Glacial Pace

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Pairing: Rafael Barba x Reader

It would be an understatement to say that Rafael’s day was busy. Hectic or chaotic would have been more accurate descriptions, but even these words failed to capture how crammed Rafael’s schedule was with court appearances, end-of-year meetings, and drafting motions. The fact that today was the last day before Christmas vacation provided Rafael with little comfort; if anything, knowing that he was so close to freedom made the hours pass by at a glacial pace.

When he finally walked out of One Hogan Place that evening, Rafael resolved not to look at, or even think about, search warrants and summations until the new year. He didn’t even make it halfway down the block before you appeared at his side, falling into step with him. You were the newest addition to SVU, having transferred from Hate Crimes a few months earlier. And, considering you were always the one who visited his office when the squad needed something, you were also the harbinger of more work.

“Hi, Counsel-”

“No,” Rafael cut you off before hastening his pace. It wasn’t that Rafael disliked you (quite the opposite actually) but, after the day he just had, he wasn’t going to let anyone postpone the start of his Christmas vacation.

You jogged after Rafael, deftly dodging piles of snow and ice on the sidewalk. “But Bar-”

“No,” Rafael repeated. “There are a dozen other ADAs in that building who can get you a search warrant.”

Rafael sped up again, his pace nearly a run at this point. He could hear the scolding his mother and abuelita would give him if they saw him running away from you, but he didn’t slow down.

The next thing Rafael knew, he was on his back staring up at the sky.

An instant later, your face appeared above him. “Are you all right?”

“Fine. Only my ego is bruised,” Rafael grumbled, wishing that the ice-covered ground would open up and swallow him.

The corner of your mouth twitched, but you refrained from laughing (Rafael considered this a small Christmas miracle). You proffered a hand, but Rafael winced as he reached up to grasp it.

“Looks like your ego isn’t the only thing that’s bruised.” You knelt beside him to examine his wrist. After a few moments of prodding him, you declared your diagnosis. “It’s sprained.”

“Oh, really? And where did you go to medical school, Detective?” Rafael said wryly.

“Nowhere, which is why we should get you to a doctor.”

Not wanting to spend the start of his vacation in the ER, Rafael began to protest but you shushed him as you hailed a taxi and then again when you herded him into the backseat. Rafael’s assertions that he was ‘perfectly healthy’ continued at the hospital but became more infrequent due to your constant shushing, leaving you and Rafael to fill the silence with other topics.

This impromptu trip to the ER was the longest Rafael had ever spent alone with you. It should have felt awkward, sitting side-by-side in uncomfortable chairs as you drank lukewarm coffee and made small-talk, but it didn’t. It felt natural being with you. Of course, the location and subpar coffee weren’t ideal, but these things were due to his earlier actions. Actions that Rafael felt increasingly guilty about as the clock edged closer to midnight.

“I’m sorry I walked away from you.”

“It was more of a run than a walk, actually,” you said with a small smile on your lips, indicating that there was no malice behind your words. “Why did you run away from me?”

“I…” Rafael paused, realizing how inane his reasoning would sound out loud.

You remained silent, fixing Rafael with a milder version of the stare you used when interrogating suspects.

“I had a long day and couldn’t handle doing another search warrant,” he finished lamely. The full force of your stare would have also caused him to blurt out some embarrassing secrets, like when he called his teacher ‘mami’ in the third grade.

“How come you thought I needed a search warrant?”

“You’re the one the squad always sends when they need something.” Rafael shrugged his non-injured arm.

“Downside of being the new kid, I guess,” you replied.

Rafael didn’t need to know that you volunteered to drop by One Hogan Place for the squad. And he certainly didn’t need to know that you harboured hope that the sharp-dressed, sharp-tongued prosecutor would ask you to dinner.

“So, why did you come see me tonight, Detective?”

“To give you this.” You reached in your coat pocket and pulled out a small, flat box covered in red and green tartan wrapping paper. “I know we already did Secret Santa with the squad, but I saw this and thought of you.”

Rafael murmured a thank you as he accepted the gift, trying to ignore the warm feeling spreading in his chest. Carefully, Rafael unwrapped the gift with his good hand and chuckled when he saw what was inside: a felt ornament in the shape of a blue NYC deli coffee cup.

“I have no idea why this reminded you of me,” Rafael grinned. “Thank you; it’s perfect.”

Before you could respond, a nurse called out Rafael’s name.

“A doctor can see you now. Please follow me,” the nurse said to Rafael. “Your partner can come as well.”

“Oh, I’m not-”

“We’re not-”

You and Rafael spoke at the same time, a faint blush on both of your faces. The nurse tapped his foot impatiently.

“I’d like you there with me,” Rafael said. “If that’s all right with you.”

You nodded, your blush deepening, and collected your things.

As Rafael followed the nurse with you in tow, a part of him couldn’t help but think what it would be like to be your boyfriend.

And this time, it was harder to ignore the warmth spreading through his chest.

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Fic Update: Taking Chances Series is back!

Its been an obscene amount of time, but I’m happy to say the next chapter of my Taking Chances series is back tomorrow! For a refresher I’ll be reblogging the masterlist for the Taking Chances series tonight. 

I know there is a huge possibility that folks have forgotten about this story…which I totally understand since it’s been MONTHS since this fic has been updated. If you’re still interested and want to be tagged, let me know! ❤️

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#My writing #i'm baaaaaaack

[babbushka]

Yay! I’m on time for Sinday! May I request how Biker!Kylo and reader met? They seem to be from completely different walks of life! I searched your blog to see if you had written smth like this before, but you know how “great” the tumblr search function can be. Thank you so much! Hope you and Flip are doing well!

(warnings for threat of violence against reader & mention of blood)

You never expected to be there, when it happened. You’d been on your way home from a long day of running errands, noticed that your tank was running too low for comfort, the little light dinging on. Luckily you knew of a gas station on the corner, if you could just make it a few blocks further, you’d be fine. But you’ve never been to this gas station before, not usually needing gas in this part of town. 

“This part of town.” You huffed out a little laugh to yourself as you pulled into the station. It wasn’t so bad, wasn’t so rough. 

That was, until you noticed all the other pumps were taken by a gang of mean looking men, men who stare and whistle at you as you walk inside the little convenience store to pay. 

“Be careful out there with them,” The man at the register says. He’s a kindly old gentleman, and the warning unsettles you. Something tells you he wouldn’t be coming to your rescue if shit got started. “They’re trouble.” 

“Twenty on three, please.” Is all you say back, sliding the cash over to him and leaving, wanting to be finished as soon as possible. 

But the pump only goes so fast, and you can only take the cat-calling for a little while longer before you whip around and tell them to, “shut the fuck up.”

That was a mistake, you realized it as soon as the words had left your lips. But you were no weak willed person, you were no delicate little flower. No, you stared them down and gave them a hard glare as the gas filled your tank.  It was a dare, and they were foolish enough to challenge you on it. 

“Oh she thinks she’s tough, does she?” They jeer, “C’mere sweetheart show us how tough you are.” 

One of the men pulls out a switchblade, waves it in your direction. You glance at the pump, there’s still five bucks left on it, and you’re not in the habit of wasting gas. You pick up an empty beer bottle and smash it on the side of a cement pole that supports the roof of the gas pumps, not even flinching as you hold it out in front of you. 

Just then, before any sort of fight can happen, the engine of more bikes roar into earshot, heading straight towards you. Your pulse rabbits in your throat because you’re not stupid, you know you can’t fight off an entire gang -- when you notice these bikers aren’t dressed the same. One of them nearly throws down his bike when he approaches you, tucks you behind his broad back. 

His jacket has silver embroidered letters into the leather, R - E - N.

“You picked the wrong fucking day to cause trouble,” The man threatens through his helmet, some sort of modulator distorting his voice. He stands between you and the other gang, who begin to curse and start their engines. “Yeah get the fuck out of here, now. And don’t come back or else I’ll slit your throats.” 

The threat should scare you, but it doesn’t. You’re grateful for it, for him, even if you knew you could handle it yourself. Ren turns around then, takes his helmet off. He’s handsome, you think, brown eyes and proud nose, soft lips. Lips he chews as he tries to think of something to say. 

The gas pump clicks then, your twenty bucks spent. 

“Thank you,” You say sincerely, before wincing, realizing that the broken glass from the bottle cut your palm, made blood ooze out ever so slightly, made it smear onto his leather jacket from where you’d braced yourself against his back. “Shit, I’m sorry.”

Ren shakes his head, pulls out a bandanna from his pocket and gently wraps it around your palm, taking the bottle and chucking it with expert aim into the garbage can a little ways away. He’s gentle when he puts his hand on yours, looks at you and sighs, “Don’t be sorry, I’m glad you’re okay.”

“How can I repay you for stepping in?” You ask, sparing a glance to the group of bikers which wait across the parking lot. 

You wave to them, and they wave back. Ren smiles, it looks like a painful expression, one he isn’t used to. You think it makes him look even more handsome, that mild embarrassment of the rest of his gang happily waving at you like you’re all long lost friends and not complete and total strangers, tinting his cheeks.

“Don’t, there’s no need, really. Do you want an escort home?” He asks, gesturing to your car. You’d almost forgotten why you were here, and though this is a kind offer, you weren’t so sure you wanted a gang to know where you lived -- even if they were a nice gang. 

“No, that’s alright.” You say, and he gets the hint, gives you one last look before putting on his helmet. He nods and moves to walk away, but you boldly reach out and grab for his hand with a, “Wait! Your bandanna.”

You’re about to take it off when he shakes his head, stops you. 

“Keep it until your hand heals up.” He replies, and something about the way his voice sounds through the helmet makes your throat run dry with want, with a desire you hadn’t felt in a long time. “When you don’t need it anymore, swing by Solo Auto Parts. You can give it to me then.” 

“See you soon, Ren.” You smile at him as you make your way to the driver side of your car. He opens the door for you, blocks you for a moment and stares at you through the visor of his helmet. 

“Call me Kylo.” He says, before leaving you there and joining his gang, their engines roaring back to life as they ride out into the sunset, like something out of a movie. 

Solo Auto Parts, you commit the name of the shop to memory, commit his face now hidden to memory too. You’d be visiting before your hand healed up, would find some excuse, you knew you would.

Little did you know it’d be the start of a beautiful, if unconventional, relationship. 

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