I can’t remember exactly which fic it was but I wanna tell your portrayal of Ben solo that no one’s gonna respect him when all the axe body spray he wears makes him smell like a frat house fuckboi. That is all.
Not only did I say that, but I'll double down: people who don't think Ben Solo / Kylo Ren smelled like some really basic bitch boy deodorant are not right.
He didn't smell like burnt leather. He didn't smell like cinnamon, as I often purported. This man was basting in Lynx Africa. This man was wearing shit galactic-approved deodorant.
He never smelled proper. We were all smoking big copium blunts. This guy was 29 and living like a 17 year old. He smelled of whatever roll-on the Empire was spitting out. AT BEST.
At worst he was sweaty as fuck, and smelled like gym sock.
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Clyde Logan
Fics:
Honey, You're Familiar (Like My Mirror Years Ago)
Clyde x Female!OC
AO3 I 3.6k + 4k + 4k + 4k + 4k
Part 1 I Part 2 I Part 3 * I Part 4 * I Part 5*
One-Shots:
Cinnamon & Chocolate*
A/B/O Dynamics & MMF Relationship; Beta!Clyde x Alpha!Paterson x Omega!fem!AFAB!Reader
AO3 I 7.6k
Charlie Barber
Fics:
Deep End Distractions
Charlie x Fem!AFAB Reader
AO3 I 4.2k + 4.6k + 4.9k
Part 1 I Part 2* I Part 3*
Ficlets:
Wildest Dreams
Charlie x Fem!Reader (can be read as Gender-Neutral!Reader)
AO3 I 1.6k
Henry McHenry
Series:
A Study in Henry
The Night, The Flame*
~~~~~ Henry x Fem!AFAB Reader
~~~~~ AO3 I 2.1k
Fine Line*
~~~~~ Henry x Fem!AFAB Reader
~~~~~ AO3 I 2.3k
Maurizio Gucci
Fics:
Gold Rush
Maurizio x Fem!AFAB Reader
AO3 I 5.5k + ?
Part 1* I Part 2
Kylo Ren / Ben Solo
Fics:
Shadow of the Sea
Merman!Kylo x fem!AFAB Reader
AO3 I 4.3k + ? + ? + ?
Part 1 I Part 2 I Part 3 I ?
Ficlets:
A Shrike to Your Sharp & Glorious Thorn *
Kylo x Gender-Neutral!Reader
AO3 I 1k
Paterson
One-Shots:
Cinnamon & Chocolate*
A/B/O Dynamics & MMF Relationship; Alpha!Paterson x Beta!Clyde x Omega!fem!AFAB!Reader
AO3 I 7.6k
Adam Sackler
One-Shots:
Fever Pitch*
A/B/O Dyanmics; Alpha!Sackler x Omega!Gender-Neutral!Reader
Summary: There is much to be said for the allure of a Knight, but when the King’s finest return home from war to be welcomed back at court, it’s just your luck to lend your eye to the one with the shadowy past and rumours that cling to him like dust.
Warnings: Period typical sexism, Historical themes, femme!reader, female!reader, gendered titles, (please let me know if any tags need to be added or amended)
Word Count: 1.2k
It been a while so here’s Chapter Four if you need a recap!
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You hadn’t expected Kylo Ren to be a particularly chatty man, but the thick silence that enveloped the pair of you as Silencer walked steadily toward his destination was almost unbearable. After telling Kylo where to find your home, and his confirmation that he was vaguely familiar with the area, you had both lapsed into a stoic silence which seemed to press through the woods around you.
It was so quiet that you began to fear that if he should wish to listen well enough, he would surely be able to hear the sound of your rattling breaths as they vibrated through your chest. You were unsure if you could put it down to a delayed onset of adrenaline after your brush with catastrophe, or if it was a direct reaction to feeling the full expanse of his broad chest pushing firmly against the top of your shoulders. Either way, you had the distinct feeling that your body was not currently under your control, and pulsing silence was giving you far too much time to stew in your own head.
“What took you into the woods alone?” His voice was jarring to you, yet it was not shocking like the crack of a whip, or sudden like a strike of lighting, it rumbled from his chest and filled the space like deep thunder. You felt the words against your back as much as you heard them in your ears, you almost shivered at the way they twisted down your spine, and the way they chased goose bumps up your arms.
“Nothing in particular Sir, I just thought a ride would be a breath of fresh air after last night’s festivities.” You almost cringed at the limpness of your reply, you couldn’t help but liken yourself to some kind of wilting flower. Perhaps you preferred the silence after all.
“Your first banquet?” He asked, his voice remaining low and measured.
“Of that nature Sir, yes.” How immature you must sound to this well experienced Knight.
“And did you enjoy yourself?” He pressed further, his voice betraying no evidence of mockery, though you could not see his face to be sure.
“It was wonderful, just as I expected.” You told him, echoing the words you’d spoken to your mother at breakfast. Your thoughts wandered back to the feeling of you body being pulled and pushed by music, to the feeling of searching out a tall, dark frame without even realising it.
“Do not allow yourself to be so easily seduced by the atmosphere. Court is full of vipers, you must be on your guard.” His words felt like cold water being poured out onto your searing recollections of the night before. He must have felt the confusion in your silence, as he quickly said “Enjoy the revelry when you find it though.” But still, you were unsure of a response to his shrewd and cynical view of what you perceived as something so novel and joyful.
“I shall bear that in mind Sir, you have far more experience at Court than I.” You bowed to his words as you had learned to with your father. It was doubtless that the gap between your ages afforded Kylo Ren a wealth of knowledge and insight into the politics of Court, but you could not help but feel that his bitterness was discordant with the bright and vivid place you had experienced last night.
“While we’re on the subject, I really would also advise that you be on your guard when out alone in the forest.” His words hung in the air for a second before they fell on your skin and brought heat to your cheeks. You felt scalded and disciplined, but not in the way you felt under the unrelenting scrutiny of your father, this felt more like you had disappointed someone who expected better. It was decidedly worse.
“Normally I ride with my friend, but she was otherwise engaged today. I know better than to make a habit of traveling unaccompanied.” You felt the strange urge to show this man that you were not so silly as to frequent the woods by yourself on a regular basis. What you were unsure of though, was whether you were trying to reassure him or knock him down a peg or two.
“By all right my lady, you should be at perfect liberty to ride by yourself whenever you so will it. Though I’m sure it is now clear that this is not the case for one such as yourself.” His tone was measured and precise, you could almost hear him sifting his words in his mind to make sure he conveyed his message in an appropriate way.
“For a woman.” You muttered quietly, cutting bluntly to the core of his words. You thought you felt him huff out a laugh, but without seeing his face you were unsure.
“Like I said, ideally a girl such as yourself should not have to second guess her intention to enjoy a ride.” His voice was almost warm, almost. But your brain could comprehend little more than hearing him refer to you as a girl. A girl. Confirmation that this man perceived you as little more than a child. Though it was doubtless that he had a fair few more years under his belt than you, you were hardly a girl anymore, you were a young woman by all accounts. You couldn’t deny that it stung keenly to hear him put such a distance between the two of you.
If he felt the annoyance in your silence, he did nothing to ease the blow of his words. So the quiet resumed, only the sound of Silencer’s hooves carrying you ever closer to home to punctuate the passing of time as trees turned to fields.
Leaving the close embrace of the forest, feeling the full force of the sun in your face unimpeded once again felt like a wake up call. Suddenly, the rhythmic press of Kylo’s hips against your rear was overwhelming, the bracket of his arms around you seemed tawdry, the feeling of his powerful thighs against yours lit a fire in you that you could only put down to shame. It’s funny how the false security provided by the whispering branches of ancient trees can convince you to let down your guard, perhaps Court was not the only place where you should keep your wits about you. Perhaps these vipers Kylo Ren spoke of can be found anywhere, perhaps they can come to your rescue.
***
Home was in sight now, a great mass of stone interrupting the lushness of the green fields surrounding it. Though your morning ride had been anything but relaxing for the most part, you could not stamp out the feeling of disappointment at being delivered back home by Ren.
As Silencer entered the main courtyard, his enormous hooves thundering on the stone, your feeling of dread deepened as you heard the unmistakable din of panic. It didn’t take you or Kylo long to notice Aurora being tended to by a couple of grooms. She reared and whinnied, she was flighty and discontented. You were touched to see her evident concern and panic, though she had left you in your hour of need, you couldn’t blame her for acting on those animal instincts.
“Seems as though we arrived just in time, little fawn, the search party has not yet left.” His voice, once again rumbling like thunder, as he gracefully dismounted and placed his hands at your waist to help you to the ground.
Little fawn?
“You unhand my daughter this instant you villain!”
*Dying noises* Please,,,,,just a drop of smut with Kylo,,,,,I am down horrendously…….
Go on then, I'll give you a bit as a treat
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When he groans; dear stars, but it moves through you.
It's rended from him: something he'll willingly give you, even if his body tells you otherwise. His cock slams into you, and breathless, he climbs towards something so fragile and real that you can barely stomach to tell him the truth.
"Kylo," you swallow, "Kylo, I think I love--"
When your spit catches in your throat; his dark hair splays across your collarbone. Stars are sucked across the surface, and every inch of your skin is his - glorified, as he marks you with teeth and lips.
"--Enough."
When he says it: it's enough to stop you wondering.
