rosierainn
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i was made for loving you baby by rosierainn
Fandoms: Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars Sequel Trilogy
08 Oct 2022
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“Your older brothers’ weird…”
“Yeah-he keeps to himself usually. Don’t worry about him.”
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- Part 6 of Ren Oneshot Stories
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anon request: Could you write a piece on Frat boy Kylo/ Fuck boy Kylo. Like y/n is in a sorority but she’s a quite girl so Kylo see’s here as a conquest. But falls for her
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- Part 5 of Ren Oneshot Stories
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haven't you had enough of it?
the running, hiding, searching for a way to feel whole again?
when you know what will make it better, all along.
it was him.
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Your phone rang with a photo, grainy and dark. Showing a darkened room with flashing strobe lights and a musty-looking couch, a pair of long legs bent over the edge, black jeans pulled open.
A pair of small hands on top of strong thighs, sucking on the culprit's cock like it held onto all the secrets of the universe...
Too bad it belonged to your boyfriend and future father of your child.
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Broken Pieces by rosierainn
Fandoms: Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars Sequel Trilogy
28 Jul 2022
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You’re walking in the woods, clutching a swaddle of blankets. Each step forward alerts him, a snap of a twig is just what he needs to close in. You’re afraid, you’re alone, and you have nowhere to go.
Except for home.
'You have nowhere to run, you're lucky I like the chase.'
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- Part 3 of The Unsalvageable Collection
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Ren Oneshot Stories by rosierainn
Fandom: Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars Sequel Trilogy
08 Oct 2022
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The Unsalvageable Collection by rosierainn
Fandom: Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars Sequel Trilogy
28 Jul 2022
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Anything in and out of the Kidnapper! Kylo Ren universe with reader and Kylo Ren.
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My fingers came up and gently trailed along the black marker marring my skin. My eyes lowered. It wasn’t the large, black, boldly displayed letters that spelled out the word WHORE across my chest that had me truly crippled with fear in that moment, but the letters printed beneath them, below my belly, across my lower abdomen… large, menacing... a word with more far reaching implications than the simple derogatory insult someone who would drug and rape a woman might throw at them. No, this was far more unsettling, far more frightening. Drawn across my lower bellow, just above the neatly groomed curls nestled between my legs, written in black maker, in capital letters, was the word MINE.