[About his “wolf religion”] I just think wolves are really cool and I think their pack mentality is very interesting. We kind of deny our animal instinct as humans. I just think it’s like, “We don’t have those, I have an iPhone. What are you talking about, I’m not an animal.” But it’s interesting to look at that. Basically I want to live with some wolves, but that’s never gonna, I mean, I probably shouldn’t do that. It’s probably not healthy. I think wolves are incredibly interesting.

the signs as leonardo dicaprio movie characters
  • aries:billy costigan (the departed)
  • taurus:teddy daniels (shutter island)
  • gemini:jordan belfort (the wolf of wall street)
  • cancer:jay gatsby (the great gatsby)
  • leo:frank abagnale jr. (catch me if you can)
  • virgo:jack dawson (titanic)
  • libra:calvin candie (django unchained)
  • scorpio:romeo (romeo & juliet)
  • sagittarius:hugh glass (the revenant)
  • capricorn:danny archer (blood diamond)
  • aquarius:dom cobb (inception)
  • pisces:howard hughes (the aviator)

(ノ◕△◕)ノ~Jurassic World, Jeankasa AU. May contain movie spoilers.

Mikasa: Ex-military, Dino Wrangler, Raptor Momma. Some days she thinks she prefers the dinosaurs over people, though she admits that if he wasn’t such a stick in the mud and “pretty”, Jean wouldn’t be a bad date.

Jean: After the early death of his mother, he distances himself away from his sister and family to focus on his work. As a result, he gets too attached to control and the park. Has hit on Mikasa before, but she turned him down pretty quickly after he accidentally criticized her “shack” while not realizing that was her bungalow.

Jean grows a bit, falls for Mikasa as if he tripped and somersaulted over his own head, and Mikasa decides she likes Jean after all. Full view encouraged.

Rose requested Nerd Ren.

thirst-order-confessions said: Give mod Rose a library au or whatevs where Ben sits across the desk and sends notes and dirty glares to readerchan DEWIT



Readerchan gets to be studying what I’m studying rn, because why not.

University. Fuck that shit.

 Y/N slammed several heavy text books onto the table. Her laptop followed, placed down more reverently. It looked like, yet again, she would spend another several hours in the library, cramming as much information into her brain as she could before the next lecture.

The other occupant on the table glared at her, and she sneered at him before sitting down and returning to work.

“The guy who came up with having to study like an asshole to get anywhere in life can go fuck himself.” she muttered angrily, tapping away at her notes on the keyboard.

A snort from in front of her made her look up.

The other occupant of the table, a tall, dark haired man, had moved to the spot adjacent of her. His own text books looked as though they could be used as foundations, heavy and large and way too expensive to buy, even though he, like everyone else, did it anyway.

“Could you possibly record that and put it on repeat? Literally the best thing I have heard all day.” he rumbled.

Y/N laughed.

“No seriously, I already know half this stuff from my dad, I really do not even need to be here.” he grinned.

Three hours later, Y/N found herself and the man being kicked out of the library for “rowdy behaviour”, the behaviour having been that their discussion had gotten progressively more loud as they became more excited.

“Shit, uh, I’m Ben, by the way. Ben Solo.” Ben threw out a hand to shake.

“Y/N, nice to meet you, Ben.” she shook his hand, watching as his hand enveloped hers entirely. He grinned at her and let go of her hand.

“See you ‘round!” he waved, jogging away quickly on long legs and catching up to another tall, blonde woman, with a slightly shorted red haired man.


A week later, Y/N found herself at lunch with Hux, Phasma, and Ben, laughing as Ben imitated and irate Hux, copying all of his movements and enunciating his words with a shit British accent. Hux proceeded to pick up one of Phasma’s books and smack Ben’s arm repeatedly, but Ben later affirmed that it was all worth the look on Hux’s face.

Phasma shook her head. “At least I’m not the only female in the group anymore. Now I have someone I can actually without having to be asked to double check a ruler.”

Hux and Ben both spluttered, going red and immediately begin trying to defend themselves. Y/N laughed again.


For a law and economics student, Hux was very likely to take over the world. Perhaps the galaxy, if he could get Ben to stop “accidentally” spilling coffee all over his papers, and convince Phasma to be his primary military adviser.

She was adamant that she be called Captain and gain silver armour. Hux wanted her to wear black and red, but after being shown the chrome armour she would prefer, he was beginning to think that she may be right.

Ben decided that he would be head engineer to Y/N’s counter regime, that would at first look governmental, and then span to hostile take over after they’d amassed enough of a following.

“Hang on, when did we plan this?” Y/N asked.

“Just now, keep up.” Ben petted her hand.

“Dude, I’d totally bring Phasma onto our side though.” Y/N said.

Hux spluttered while Phasma leaned in close.

“What’s in it for me?”

“Silver armour, as many nerds as you need for whatever experiments, whole regiments of soldiers at your command, cookies-”

“Sold. You drive a heard bargain, but cookies solves all problems.” Phasma nodded. She turned to the other two. “I like her.”

Realising she didn’t have any one’s phone numbers, Y/N pulled out her phone and opened up the contacts, urging them each to put their own numbers and names in. Hux listed his name down as “Emperor Hux”, Ben as “Kylo Ren (better than Hux)” and Phasma down as “Phasmama”. They each got Y/N’s number into their own phones, trying to one up one another with the name they gave her.

Phasma won by calling Y/N her “Lil Nugget <3 <3 <3″


“So, who’s ‘Crylo Ren’, ‘Biggest Little Bitch’ and ‘Phasmama’?” Aina asked, staring at Y/N’s phone as it exploded with messages from the ‘Wonder Trio’.

“Some friends.” Y/N chuckled, reading Hux desperately try to defend himself as Ben sent photos of him, Phasma rapid-fire texting in all capitals about how he had just been “#REKTSON”, “FUCKING PWND”, all of which was followed by several baby emojis.

Ben had several photos, videos, and multiple snapchats sent her way.

Hux was not amused.


And suddenly three years had passed, Y/N remaining close to her friends, despite the fact that they were all in entirely different departments. By this stage, Phasma was refusing to let any of them go because they all owed her money from some of the various poker games they had drunkenly agreed to play with her. 

In said games, Y/N had found out that Hux was actually Irish, and he put on an English accent so that people could “understand him better”. She thinks he said that, but no one is sure because as he became more drunk, the Irish lilt became slurred and random syllables. 

Ben became extraordinarily clingy and, as he began to lose consciousness, was passed around the table. Y/N had found out the hard way what happened when he passed out on someone, the drool on her shoulder having been impossible to get off as the giant wookie of a man became part octopus and clung onto his new “bed”.

Phasma was a dirty fucking cheater, but no one knew how to point it out, let alone point it out without risking being murdered and never found.

Phasma also refused to accept any money from Y/N, her “smol child nugget” needed all the money she could get, according to Phasma.

Ben and Hux pleaded desperately to keep their money, but Phasma refused.

Ben’s parents only laughed whenever they were all around, Han and Leia both practically adopting Y/N into the fold and watching the quartet suffer the pain of university together.



Y/N sighed, standing up from her chair and stretching out, before gathering her things and trudging out the library door.


‘Where are you?’


Y/N sighed again, waiting for the onslaught of photos and private snapchat messages from Ben saying he was lost again. He literally had no sense of direction.

‘lol fuq you, scrub’ Phasma helpfully supplied. ‘im in memeology rn, so i cant’

Hux refused to answer, code black being the phrase to state that Ben was lost somewhere on or near the campus grounds again. At least, he thought he was on campus grounds. Sadly, Ben was useless with a map.

Omw. Calm down, dumbass. Send me some photos of the area.

Fortunately, Ben was close. 

“I gotta get to the labs.” he sighed in relief, grabbing Y/N’s hand in a death grip, following along as she guided him in the complete opposite direction to where he had thought they were.

“I tried to get lunch.” He supplied helpfully when she looked back at him, his eyes looking at the ground and not meeting hers.

“You should probably look up if you want to at least see where you are and maybe learn the layout of the place.” Y/N chuckled.

Ben muttered something under his breath, following along and grumbling about how the campus was too big, too disorganised, and too “full of assholes who won’t help find the right direction”.

Y/N did not mention the fact that she knew for certain he didn’t try to ask anyone for directions once.


The exams time rolled back in, and Y/N was in full study mode.

Apparently Phasma had deemed the medical section of the library a “No Fucklord Zone”, meaning Hux and Ben could not be within 3 meters of the area, or Phasma would kill them for attempting to distract her.

Hux stayed home, mostly, avoiding all of the outside world for studying. Ben adamantly swore that 80% of what Hux was actually doing was just wanking off at his mirror. 

Ben flopped dramatically into the chair next to Y/N.

“I’m so fucking bored. Oh my God, just kill me.” he whined, nudging her.

She growled, shifting back into The Study Position, and didn’t acknowledge him. This had been going on for the week that she had been studying, Ben would be annoying, she would ignore him. It would be a pretty good deal, except for the fact that Ben was an attention whore.

The first year and a half of their friendship had been proof, the fact that Ben had just about slept with every vagina bearing person in engineering, including the professors, and several males, along with multitudes from science, law, and IT. He often had bemoaned that he never asked for money, claiming his looks and skills would have gotten him “so many fuck tonnes of dosh. Get it? Fuck tonne. Because-” “Shut it, Crylo.”.

Part way through the second year, he’d suddenly become celibate. He’d had some sort of fight with Phasma, the kind that meant Hux and Y/N had to struggle to get them back together. Whatever Phasma had said to him had hurt, a lot, and he hadn’t slept around after that.

“Y/N,” Ben whined again. “Please look at me. Look at my pretty face. Talk to me, baby.” he chuckled.

She once again didn’t respond.

Spying a set of her post-it-notes, Ben took a pencil, the post-it-notes, and wrote on one, sticking it the the edge of her screen. If she noticed it, she said nothing.

“Come on. Really?” Ben huffed. Fine, he could play that game.

He continued writing notes, each one progressively sounding more whiney than the last, begging for her attention. Three of them had promises of cookies, nachoes, or some other sort of food.

He began sticking them to the books she had open.

After a long period of time with no response, he whined again.

“Baby, you’re holding out on me here.”

She remained in study mode.

“Fine. Okay. Fine then. Well… Don’t think about food.” he tried, getting close to the side of her face to whisper into her ear.

“C’mon baby.”

Y/N shuddered slightly.

“Oh. Oh, hello, she lives.” he chuckled. She shuddered again, cleared her throat, and continued her work.

“Oh, pretty baby, I think I know what’s up. You’re all riled up, aren’t you?” he grinned. “Sweetie, look at me. Look at me, c’mon.”

He moved a post-it-note, scrubbing off the message and re-writing, before placing it back on the screen edge.

I’ll give you a kiss if you look at me.

He wrote another.

Pretty girl like you can’t be left riled up too long. Not fair on you.

He wrote several more, becoming more and more provocative as he continued on.

Y/N snapped, pulling the post-it-notes off her screen and into the open book, slamming the book shut to hide everything he had written.

“What?!” she growled, cheeks warm with blood.

Ben grinned and leaned close. “Hey, you.”

His eyes made a bee-line to her mouth, and upon raising his eyes to look into her own, he leaned in to kiss her.

She shuddered again, lips parting to meet his, whimpering slightly when his tongue came out to caress her own. His hand reached her hair, cupping the back of her head as he kissed her, fingers playing with the thick locks he found there.

When he pulled back, he watched with glee as her eyes opened up to be blown almost black, chest heaving slightly.

“Okay. Thank you, now be a model student and study for your exam. Can’t have you failing, can we?” he smirked.

Pulling away, and leaning back, he watched her work for five minutes, letting her get back into the rhythm of studying again after his distraction.

A hand touched Y/N’s back, fingers ghosting over her spine, following it up and into her hair, moving to the side to expose her neck to the hand’s owner. 

Ben leaned in close, pressing his nose into the crook of her neck. He hummed, smelling her scent, nuzzling his nose against the soft skin he found there.

“Don’t get distracted.” he murmured, other hand snaking around her stomach to her waist, settling happily on her hip and stroking the bone their with his thumb.

With that, Ben’s lips descended lightly on her neck, pressing soft kisses against the skin, tongue flicking out occasionally to taste. Bit by bit, he sank lower, bending down more and more in order to follow the line of her neck down, reaching a shoulder and pulling her shirt to kiss along as much skin as he could reveal.

Y/N keened quietly and he stopped.

“Shh. We’re in a library. This is a place of learning and quiet study. You should focus on those things.” Ben tutted, his hand in her hair moving into his own lap.

His other hand began to go downwards, reaching the end of her skirt. Slowly, as though not to spook her, he pulled the skirt up towards her hips.

Y/N moved slightly, and he froze. She exhaled loudly, shifting so that she sat slightly further back in her chair, back extended and chest puffed out slightly.

Ben grinned. “Later, baby. I love them, but you have to study.”

His fingers slowly crept up her thigh, moving from outer to inner thigh over what felt like years. He reached the apex of her thighs, brushing the tip of his finger against her folds lightly through her panties. She whimpered.

“Shhh. Study time.” Ben chuckled.

His fingers pressed against her, her thighs opening more as his questing fingers explored more of her. They brushed the edge of her panties, pulling the edge slightly off of her skin, before letting the fabric go and the elastic snapped quietly back into place. 

He nibbled her ear lobe, fingers brushing against her clit as they followed the shape of her body to the uppermost part of the panties, and with a huff of laughter, he pushed his hand down to touch her skin.

She clenched her hands and held back a gasp, fingers trembling when she released them and tried to find her line on the notes she was re-writing.

“Good girl.” Ben kissed her cheek, adding the reward of his fingers swirling a circle against her clit with the praise.

With much difficulty, Y/N pretended to study, hands skittering random gibberish into the notes accidentally as he pressed against her clit, and sent his other fingers closer and closer to her entrance. As she backspaced her mistakes, he huffed more laughter into her ear, middle finger circling the tight, wet opening into her body.

“Mmm, you feel so tight, baby. Been this long?” he sighed into her ear. “Answer me, baby.”

Her hand flew to his forearm, gripping tight as she struggled to speak.

“N-No. Never… Umm.” 

Ben stopped. “Never been with anyone?” he whispered.

She nodded.

“Fuck.” he cursed, hand moving away from her nether region.

“N-No!” she pulled his arm back towards her, his hand returning to its post between her thighs. “Please, I wanna. I want you to keep going, please, Ben.”

He groaned. “You sure, sweetheart? I don’t want this to be some sort of fling, lemme tell you.”

With a whimper, and a nod, Y/N let go of his arm, spreading her thighs to show her readiness.

His hand entered her panties again, brushing carefully against her clit, circling her opening once more.

“’S gonna feel a bit strange, but it’ll feel good too.” he kissed below her ear, finger prodding her opening softly, getting firmer as the flesh began to yield and pull him in.

He grunted, murmuring something about how she felt around his finger, pushing in slowly and prodding her walls. His other hand came to her face, resting next to her mouth.


“Hang on. “

As his finger pushed further inside her, the sensations became stronger than she’d anticipated, sensitive body responding to his ministrations.

He brushed something inside her, and with a grin pressed his hand against her mouth, and finger against the spot in her pussy. Her reaction was instantaneous, thighs closing closer around his hand and a muffled noise came from her mouth.

He grinned, mouth at her jaw, pushing his finger slowly in and out of her.

“C’mon, baby. Study.” he teased.

His hand stopped, and only when she started to “study” again, did he return to his actions, slowly prepping her for a second finger. The second became the third, three fingers thrusting in and out of her, pressing against her sensitive walls while his thumb rubbed against her clit.

Y/N whined quietly.

Ben grinned, slowly pulling his fingers out. She gasped and looked at him, begging him to continue going with her eyes. 

With a huff, he lightly slapped her pussy with his slickened fingers, hiding the gasp he knew she’d make by clearing his throat.

“I felt you gush a little there, sweetie.” he murmured.

He pulled his hand out from between her thighs, bringing his juicy fingers to his mouth and sucking the juices off. His eyes rolled back and he groaned quietly. Once his hand was clean, he smirked at her.

Picking up one of her pens, he placed his hand below the table, and dropped it, watching it roll out of sight under the table.

“Oh no. I dropped a pen. Guess I’ll have to go get it.” and with that, Ben dropped down to the floor, getting underneath the table and pulling the chair he was in close to it to hide his presence.

“Oh God.” Y/N gasped, feeling Ben’s breath creep up her legs, is nose brush her inner thighs.

She felt his hands reach her panties, tugging at the fabric and coaxing her to lift her hips enough for him to pull them off. He then pulled her forwards, sitting on the edge of the seat so that he could access her more easily.

She felt the vibrations of his chuckle, and fought desperately against a gasp as his tongue brushed against her slit.

He groaned against her, tongue pressing further into her, following the path into her body his fingers had quested. His nose pressed against her clit, and he twitched his head slightly, nose brushing shapes against the sensitive flesh.

Y/N closed her eyes with a groan, feeling pleasure shoot across her body and up her spine.

“Y/N?” a voice called.

Y/N froze, trying desperately not to respond to the sensations of Ben’s tongue sliding through her pussy, his lips closing around her lower lips to draw her juices into his mouth.

“Ph-Phasma. Hey. How you doin’?” Y/N stuttered with a grin.

Phasma marched over to her, arriving at her side and pressing a hand to her forehead.

“Are you okay? You look feverish. Your temperature doesn’t feel high, but a bit higher than normal? Do you feel sick? You’re sweating bullets.” Phasma went into medical student mode, immediately caring for her favourite human, who seemed to be in distress.

“N-No, I’m fine.” Y/N felt Ben’s tongue prod a particularly tender spot inside of her, his flesh scraping against her walls. She hoped she imagined that squeak in her voice.

Phasma pulled her bag off her shoulder, rummaging through it to pull out different pharmaceuticals and a bottle of water.

“Here, read the backs of these, put everything you’re allergic to or sensitive to in one pile, everything else in the other. We’ll sort through the okay pile once we figure out what might be wrong. I’ll go get you a Coke so we can get some sugar into you, that’ll help, poor lil nugget.” Dropping a kiss on her forehead, Phasma was off, marching straight for the door.

Ben chuckled again, and the moment he believed them both safe, began eating Y/N out with gusto, tongue making obscene noises against her pussy as he slurped at her juices happily.

Y/N came quickly, hands rushing to her face to block any sound coming from her mouth, suppressing a scream of pleasure from Ben’s work, especially as he licked her oversensitive flesh clean. After helping her put her panties back on, he picked up the pen, and returned back to the world above the table. He licked his lips and swiped at his lower face to clean the juices away.

He was slightly pink in the cheeks, and looking overly pleased with himself. 

“Found it.” he said, a little out of breath.

Phasma marched back immediately afterwards, stopping in front of the table and glaring at Ben.

“Where’d you come from, and why are you bugging her?”

“Hey!” Ben put a hand to his chest. “The ‘No Fucklord Zone’ doesn’t extend this far. And I came to make sure she’s okay. She told me earlier she had a headache and I was busy so I couldn’t check on her then.”

Ben used the lowest trick, making Phasma return to worrying immediately about her lil nugget.

“Isn’t that right, little ewok?” Ben petted her hair.

“Fuck off, hairless wookie.” Y/N sniped, grabbing the panadol and popping two of the pills, grabbing the water and swallowing the pills down in one go.


It took Phasma three hours to find out what happened, Ben having not been able to keep his big mouth shut about how he’d eaten Y/N out, and how potentially it was going to happen again. 

Hux, true to form of being the biggest little bitch, told Phasma immediately, rushing into one of her lectures, whispering into her ear what had happened, and moving out of the way immediately as she screeched “What?! I’ll fucking kill him!”

Ben had managed to see all of the campus that day, sprinting away from the blonde she-devil that was throwing threats his way.


Hux chased after them, tears of laughter streaming down his face as he recorded every second he could.

When Phasma finally caught Ben, she kicked him several times, punched him several more, and grabbed him by the collar.

“I have access to liquid nitrogen, I will literally snap your dick off, and beat you to death with it if you throw her away. You break her heart, I’ll break your fucking skull, are we clear?”

Ben nodded, gulping to keep the bile that had risen to his throat down.

“I’ve not been with anyone since our first discussion, Phas. I’ve no intention of hurting her, ever, I swear. I care, way more about her than anyone else. I swear to God this isn’t a fling.”

With a glare, Phasma let go of him, pulling Hux by the ear away from the terrified man-baby.

Later, when Ben finally managed to stumble back to the library, having found it by using “signs! How long have they even been there for? Like two minutes, I swear.” Phasma laid down the ground rules for Ben being able to be with Y/N. 

She apologised to Ben later, having seen that he was being genuine.

“Hang on. When was this, by the way?” she asked, petting her “poor, innocent lil nugget, drawn in by Ben’s disgusting charms”.

Ben snorted. “You walked over here asking her if she was sick when I was slurping the fuck out of-”