dramatic ben

Past Lives

Originally posted by pleasegiveusreyloinepisodeviii

Request: @waiefu : “ok so reader is going to college away from home and they need a room mate so theyre looking at possible people they see kylo but misread as kylie reader sees they have a lot in common and assuming its a girl picks them anyway they show up at the dorm and see a dude”

Summary: Soulmate AU: Kylo Ren, being the man that he is, loses a lot of things in his life. One of those things being his only shot at ever having love. As centuries pass however, in another galaxy on a planet known as Earth, an unexpected turn of events brings him another possible chance. Though he never could have predicted it would have come around in the way it does.

A/N: Ok so I combined a request with an AU I had brewing in my mind for a long time (even before I started this blog hah), and hopefully you all enjoy it! And in case anyone was wondering, yes “Past Lives” by Borns is the song rec for this cause well, ya know. Feedback is welcome, and of course all credit for the triplet AU goes to @crylorenlo

Warnings: Language

Laying motionless in the snow, with flakes daintily dropping onto his pale flesh, Kylo stared up at the night sky. Blood matted his raven locks and smeared across his full lips, starkly contrasting his appearance. His body was spent, his mind reeling as the world around him seemed to fall into an unnatural silence. No matter how much his ears strained, there was nothing to be heard, nothing to be seen.

Left to his thoughts alone, Kylo slowly felt them consume him. Though there was nothing to be heard physically, Kylo’s psyche seemed to take on its own consuming presence, forcing him to acknowledge it.

So, this is what you received.

Kylo sighed faintly, the breath feeling heavy in his lungs.

A slow, painful and a depressingly lonely demise. Was it worth it?

Despite his inability to move or react, his eyes began to pool with tears. It was your voice. A voice that had disappeared into the furthest corner of his mind for years. Years he had lost to his poor decisions, including the one of the last night he ever laid eyes on you. 

Was taking the countless lives worth it? Destroying what the force created…was it worth it?

His eyes winced shut as his soiled body began to tremble. Slowly the tears started to slip down his cheeks, accompanying the flakes of snow.

“I’m sorry.”

He practically whispered, sounding much like a passing breeze. Lip quivering he choked out the words as he spoke again with his broken tone.

“I’m sorry…I-…it wasn’t worth it.”

His trembling grew fiercer as his body grew even weaker, seeming to ignore the creeping frigid temperature.

“I’m sorry…so sorry.”

Aside from his dying whimpers, the atmosphere was eeriely silent. As if he had suddenly gone deaf to the world around him, there was nothing. You weren’t there, his family was long gone and there was not a soul he had to lean on. In his demise, he met his fate. To be entirely alone in the end, no one to have beside him aside from the snowy terrain beneath him. Slowly as his body grew weaker, almost incapable of continuing to sob the way he had been, he felt his eyelids grow heavy. Drooping lower and lower over his blood shot, glimmering eyes, the world around him slowly started to fade.

Centuries later in a far away galaxy…

Staring at the screen before him, Kylo looked over the Craigslist ad he was about to post, assuring everything was correct. Typos would not be accepted and he had to assure not a single detail was missing. Though anyone else would have thought he was doing it as a service to his soon to be roommate, he truly was doing it for himself, unwilling to live with certain types of individuals. He knew what personalities melded well with his, and he would do everything to assure he got just that.

Narrowing his eyes to the screen he read over the bullet points he had written once again. Walking up behind him, Ben appeared. Rolling his eyes Ben shook his head faintly as he watched Kylo hunched over the computer desk.

“Why are you so dramatic?”

“Why are you so obnoxious?”

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Don’t make people into heroes John. Heroes don’t exist and if they did I wouldn’t be one.

I stayed up until 5am for this one. Trying out Infinite Painter on my Wacom and it’s awesome \(^0^)/

You jump, I jump, right?

It’s the Titanic AU that no one asked for but I couldn’t stop thinking about this week (for obvious reasons). 


For anon…sorry the gif brings up bad memories

“Yes. Anything,” Han replied to his son.

Before either boy could move, Y/N stormed toward the pair. Her features were angry and frightened, though she masked the fear quite well.

“Ben! I swear if you even think it,” she screamed, startling both.
“Y/N?” Kylo Ren asked with shock, “You shouldn’t be here.”

By this time, Kylo Ren’s twin sister had pushed herself between her brother and father. She firmly gripped his wrist and started pulling him toward the Resistance ship. Han followed close behind with a slight smirk. Sure, the planet was about to be destroyed, but this was important. The young woman lectured her brother fiercely.

“Why must you be so dramatic, Ben?” she hollered, “I can’t believe you were about to kill your own father, our father! I am so disappointed in you, right now. I’m amazed I’m even speaking to you.”

“You don’t understand, Y/N,” he nearly whined.

“Oh, I understand plenty! And what about mom? Did you even stop to think how this would affect her? Don’t deny you’ve always had a soft spot for mom! You just better hope that the Resistance stops your death machine or you’ll get something alright! Something worse than a mother’s punishment, that’s for sure.”

Y/N continued to pull her brother, ranting as they went. She had stripped him of his lightsaber. Being as sensitive to the Force as he was, she was able to resist any Force-related attempt he made at freezing her. Han couldn’t help but laugh to himself as he followed his two children.

“Mom, I insist you ground him,” Y/N growled.

Leia rolled her eyes, amused at her daughter. She was just happy her son hadn’t left the first chance he had. It turned out, he was terrified of disobeying Snoke and had no idea how to get away. However, his sister wasn’t ready to let anything go.

“Y/N,” Leia cooed, “he can’t redeem himself if he’s grounded.”

“Sure he can,” she shot back, throwing her arms in the air, “Just make sure he can’t use his lightsaber or something. He tried to kill dad! That deserves some type of punishment.”

“Daddy’s girl,” Ben muttered.
“Momma’s boy,” she shot back.

“Stop it,” Leia reprimanded her children before sighing, “She is right about the lightsaber though.”

Ben’s eyes widened with shock.

“Just until we get rid of all the darkness in you, son,” she added softly.

Y/N stood behind her mother with a triumphant grin. Ben just rolled his eyes as his sister handed the lightsaber to their mother. A smirk tugged at his lips. He had missed his sister.

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My Heart Belongs To You. *Denis Stoff Imagine.*

Originally posted by makestofffamous

A/N: I used Russian in this imagine so the translations will be at the end. Denis is a precious ray of sunshine and must be protected at all costs. I hope this is what you wanted Anon. (Gif not mine.)


Denis stood in the airport nervously with his hands shoved in his pockets. He was expecting to see his best friend Y/N any moment. Denis really missed her and he had not seen her in quite some time as because of his recent joining of Asking Alexandria. So he decided to fly her out to Paris were they would be preforming the next day. Although that’s not the only reason why he was nervous, it was because he liked Y/N. He had for quite a while but he really didn’t want to screw up the friendship they shared. He felt someone poke his shoulder; he turned around and saw Y/N smiling at him with her suitcase on the ground behind her.

“Hi Denis.” Y/N greeted cheerily.

“Y/N,” Denis had forgotten how beautiful her smile was, “it’s good to see you.” He replied hugging her.

“I’m glad you invited me.” She said as they started to walk, “I hope the others don’t mind me tagging along.”

Denis laughed and plopped his arm around her shoulders, “Are you kidding? They’re actually very excited to meet you.”

Y/N sighed in relief, “Good, I don’t want to be, like, a burden or outcast or anything like that.”

“Never!” Denis cried as he helped get her suitcase into the taxi, “We’ll show those lokhi how Ukrainians hold their liquor.”

Y/N laughed and got into the taxi with Denis. He told them she was coming but they also knew he had feelings for her. Naturally the guys teased him a little but told him that he should go for her. They also promised not to tell her…but that wouldn’t stop them from fucking with him.


Y/N was hesitant to board the Asking Alexandria bus. What if they didn’t like her? Denis reassured her that everything would be okay and that they would love her. That consoled her some. She walked onto the bus with Denis close behind.

“Guys, this is Y/N.” Denis announced, four people turned to look at them as they walked farther into the bus, “That’s Ben, Sam, James, and Cameron.” Each man waved at the sound of his name.

“It’s nice to meet you.” Y/N said with a friendly smile.

James stood up and went up to her with a matching smile, “It’s not very often we get such beautiful company.” He replied flirtatiously.

Y/N giggled, “Thank you. It’s not often I get to be around a handsome man.”

“Oi, you hear that boys? She called me handsome!” James boasted.

“I think she was talking about me.” Ben chimed in and flexed his arms.

“Obviously she meant me.” Sam motioned to himself.

That only made her laugh more and become at ease. However, Y/N interrupted the banter, “Uh, sorry, but I meant Denis.”

The rest of the men booed and whined about how they were better than Denis. When she looked back at him he smiled with pride and led her back to the bunks. He showed her the bunk she was going to sleep in and put her suitcase in the back. Before they went back up front she rooted around in her bag to pull out a bottle and followed Denis back.

“You know none of that is going to last right?” Denis asked.

“That’s why I have another bottle for us.” She winked.

Denis smiled as Y/N put the bottle behind her back. They walked back to the group of men who were still fake hurt over her comment about Denis being the best looking.

“I’m sorry if I hurt your feelings. Can you forgive me?” Y/N asked with fake sorrow.

“No! My feelings have been wounded!” Ben claimed dramatically.

She took the bottle from behind her back and looked at the bottle with a frown, “Well I guess my present isn’t good enough.” She sighed.

All their eyes lit up at the sight of the bottle. She was about to put it away but Sam stopped her.

“Now wait a second, just because Ben doesn’t want it doesn’t mean I don’t want it.”

“Do you forgive me?” Y/N teased.

“Yes.” Came a chorus of eager voices.

She handed the bottle over and it was snatched away greedily. Seconds later it was cracked pen and passed around. They complained about how she only brought one bottle but it was quickly stopped when she told them to be grateful that she brought any at all. Y/N sat between Ben and Denis, but closer to Denis for her own comfort. She felt so quickly at ease with the atmosphere around her. It was also rather amusing to talk in Russian to confuse and piss the others off. As the night wore on they calmed down, the drinking slowed, the conversations became quieter, and a movie was put it that nobody was really watching. Y/N listed as Ben and James spoke softly as Denis began to fall asleep with his head in her lap. He sighed and looked up at her tiredly with those beautiful brown eyes. Y/N felt butterflies fly through her stomach.

“If you fall asleep we won’t be able to drink by ourselves.” She spoke softly and quietly.

“We don’t need to drink. We can just go outside.” He answered sleepily.

“Or you can go to sleep.” Y/N carefully moved a piece of hair from his face.

“But I want to talk to you!” Denis whined.

“We can always talk tomorrow, you’re tired. Sleep.”

He smiled and climbed farther up into her lap. Y/N screeched which caught everyone else’s attention, “Not on me!”

The way he climbed on her made it look like one of those big dogs that tried to be lap dogs. But then Ben came over and plopped down on Denis, making them both groan. Then James sat on Ben.

“Jesus Christ, get off me!” Y/N squealed unhappily.

Somehow she managed to shove them all off her and onto the floor. Cameron and Sam laughed and helped Ben and James up while Y/N helped Denis. But Ben turned to her with a smile.

“Your beauty just makes me fall for you.” He joked.

Y/N shook her head and Denis gave the tiniest amount of a frown and he seemed a little uncomfortable. He actually looked more irritated than uncomfortable.

“Yet I was the one who pushed you away.”

Ben rested a hand over his heart. “Oh, that hurt. Hurt right here.”

She looked at him and started to laugh. Denis touched her arm and gave a sleepy smile, “I’m going to sleep.” He told her.

“I’m not far behind. Can you wait for me to get changed and help me into the bunk?”

Denis nodded and Y/N went to go change into her pajamas. Afterwards Denis helped her into the bunk, which was above his. Before she fell asleep he knocked on the top of his bunk and she sighed.


Spokoynoy nochi myshka.

She smiled and replied, “Spokoynoy nochi Denis.


Y/N stood side stage smiling and singing along happily. She wore Denis’ own Asking Alexandria shirt while wearing white skinny jeans. She was so proud of him coming so far, achieving his dream. But being in love with someone you love…it was so hard. Talking and spending time with someone who you would give your heart to in a second wasn’t easy. Especially if they talked about other people they thought were attractive. Y/N was brought from her thoughts when Denis called her name. He was looked at her, as was the rest of the band.

“Y/N, come here please.” He told her smiling.

She trotted out to him and looked sheepishly with a small smile.

“Crowd, this is Y/N. Y/N this is the crowd.”

She waved and looked at Denis with confusion. What in the hell was he thinking?

“I’m going to have a little talk with Y/N while she’s here, but Ben, who has spent months learning Russian, will translate.”

The crowd screamed at the knowledge that Denis was going to speak his native tongue in front of them.  

“Vy byli moim luchshim drugom v techeniye mnogikh let. No ya ne dumayu, chto my mozhem ostat'sya, kak, chto bol'she.”

“We’ve been friends for a very long time, but I don’t think we can be anymore.” Ben translated.


Ben copied her confused face, “What?!”

“Ya skuchayu po tebe vse vremya.”

“I miss you.”

The crowd awed. Y/N stared in confusion and looked at Denis with wide eyes. He stumbled over his words until he grabbed her hand and spit the words out.

“Yesli kazhdyy raz, kogda ya dumal o tebe zvezdu padayet luna budet odinoko.”

Ben looked at them for a couple of seconds before shrugging, “Something about stars falling and the moon being alone.”

Again, the crowd awed.

Ya lyublyu tebya.Ty budesh’ moyey devushkoy?”

Before Ben could translate, Y/N rushed forwards and kissed Denis. He stood in shock for a second before he returned the kiss. The crowd went wild and cheered loudly.

“She’s his girlfriend now.” Ben explained pointing his thumb at the two new lovers.

They both separated and in English Y/N said, “I love you Denis.”

He kissed the tip of her nose and smiled, “I love you too.”


lokhi: fuckers.

Spokoynoy nochi myshka: Goodnight little mouse.

Spokoynoy nochi Denis: Goodnight Denis.

Vy byli moim luchshim drugom v techeniye mnogikh let. No ya ne dumayu, chto my mozhem ostat'sya, kak, chto bol'she: You have been my best friend for many years but I don’t think we can stay like that anymore.

Chto?: What?

Ya skuchayu po tebe vse vremya: I miss you all the time.

Yesli kazhdyy raz, kogda ya dumal o tebe zvezdu padayet luna budet odinoko: If every time I thought about you a star falls the moon would be lonely.

Ya lyublyu tebya.Ty budesh’ moyey devushkoy?: I love you. Would you be my girlfriend?

Keep in mind that these are google translate results so they may not be spot on.

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-”


Let Yourself Love

Request from @matteblackvevo : bucky x single!mom where the team goes to the carnival and everyone partners up leaving the reader alone; bucky notices her eyeing a big teddy bear as she sadly walks off so he wins it for her and the guy says “that man told me to give this to you” after the man tells her, she doesnt see anyone so shes confused until later on bucky asks her did she like the bear and she tells him she’s gonna give it to her daughter then realizes he won it for her 😍

As a single mom and S.H.I.E.L.D. agent, you rarely had time to go out just for fun; choosing to spend your downtime squeezing in a rare nap or more likely playing with your 4-year-old Ana. You loved Ana with everything you had and loved knowing that you were working to keep the world safe for her, in those rare moments of quiet contemplation, you had to face the fact that it was hard as hell raising her without her dad.

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Come Back - Kylo Ren Imagine

A/N: I am not a Kylo Ren fan what so ever, I’m not saying that he is not attractive, but as a character he is not my favorite and is more like a whiny villain wanna be. But I am not dissing on anyone who does like him a lot, be my guest please! I made this for my really good friend and for those who do like him!

This is part one of two parts!

Request:  I live in Jakku and when the town is attacked, I get captured by the Stormtroopers and I’m brought to Kylo Ren(Ben). He brings me aboard and interrogates me. Days of interrogation go by and we begin to fall in love.I get ‘saved’ from the First Order by the Resistance. But then I realize I miss Kylo and he realizes he misses me and then he comes to get me back and it’s all cute and heroic<3 (I missed a few things in here and because I am in a huge rush, Ill try to add them within the next imagine!)

For her xx

Part 2

Warnings: Pretty brutal, killing, spoilersish

The exceedingly loud explosions in front of your tent triggered every muscle of your body to run outside to see the cause, but you knew it was a suicide thought. You knew their voices and the sound of the blaster to be the First Order. You had encountered them many times and with no way of escaping, this might as easily be your last.

You were nowhere near helpless, but you were out numbered and with the peaceful, untrained village of Jakku, it was no use. You, as a trained Jedi could easily take on many of them, but not all. There were rumors of a Rebellion fighter to be here somewhere, but you didn’t care much for them so you didn’t bother to look.

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