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hello? (it's me) by sacrednut
Fandoms: Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars Sequel Trilogy
21 Sep 2021
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One of her fingers pressed the “call” button.
Would he recognize her voice after 7 years?
Would she recognize his?
“Ben Solo.”
An unexpected knot strangled her throat.
“Hello?”
Rey forced herself to answer.
“It’s me.”
NEXT EXPECTED UPDATE: October 4th
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shut your mouth (and run me like a river) by sacrednut
Fandoms: Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars Sequel Trilogy
17 Jan 2021
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"FUCK."
Swiftly, Ben pulled out and lifted her into the air, the sudden change making her gasp. He balanced her in one arm and used the other to place the head of his cock at her pussy entrance, the dildo still buried in her ass.
Is he going to fuck me with the dildo still in-?
As if he was answering her question, he pressed a little inside with his eyes trained on her cunt. Adjusted to the darkness, he watched how he split her open; how much space he took between her thighs. She’d never felt anything like this, so full.
"Ben it's-" she winced, the discomfort more pleasure than pain.
"Shh. I know you can take it, little slut."
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under the shadow of a tree by sacrednut
Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling, Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars Sequel Trilogy
01 Jan 2021
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ON HIATUS -- Next Expected Update: June 6th, 2021
// spoilers
Reylo HP AU where Ben and Rey were childhood friends. He disappears for years. Next time they meet he's wearing a mask and has the Dark Mark on his arm
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(don't you f*cking dare to) look away by sacrednut
Fandoms: Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars Sequel Trilogy
18 Nov 2020
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so... yeah
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“I can’t think straight. My fellowship starts next month, and I… I need to be on, again. I can’t be…” She pauses, inhaling deeply through her nose and turning around to face him. He can almost see her pulse rabbiting in her throat. “I just think it would clear my head. Let me focus on being a doctor and not…” She chews at her bottom lip, suddenly shier.
“Not…?”
“Not feeling like you can see beneath my skin.” Big brown eyes plead with him. “Give me a clean break. Then I can go to Chicago and not wonder.”
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or, getting it out of their system.
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“You didn’t do anything wrong,” Jack Abbot murmurs, pressing his lips to her forehead, before disappearing back down to the parking lot of her apartment complex. “I’ll be back in an hour. I’ll buzz three times when I’m back—I’m gonna leave my cell at home. Three times, alright? Three times, and only three times.”
Samira nods.
“Three times.”
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Or, Jack Abbot is the guy you call when you need to get rid of a body.
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Samira exhales through her nose. It might have been a laugh, but he doesn’t allow himself to hope. “Missed me that bad?”
Despite himself, he laughs. It breaks through the lump in his throat, coming out gruff and shaking. “That bad,” he confirms, without a hint of embarrassment.
God, he’s going to fall off this roof. And it wouldn’t even be on purpose.
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Samira Mohan sells her soul to the army for medical school. Nobody understands that so intimately as Jack Abbot. Out in no man’s land, they manage to form something that neither can really understand.After three years, it only takes one mass casualty incident to pull them back together.
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It’s entirely friendly, totally collegial, and no boundaries are ever crossed. Except the moment Jack starts thinking about boundaries, he realizes the problem really isn’t the container; it's what he's been trying to contain since the moment he met her. It's undeniable now: he’s not just trying to know Samira Mohan. He’s trying to have her, too.
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AKA, the Road Head fic I promised.
Bookmarked by sacrednut
12 Mar 2026
Bookmarker's Notes
Loooooved it. But is it really a surprise considering I adore the author?
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She has given up with polite refusal, finds a tube of aquaphor in the little door pocket that she does not remember placing there but is definitely hers. He can’t make intense, unfaltering eye contact with her when he asks her how she is feeling after a shift, she can leave little white lies in her wake as he drives, can tell him she’s okay, and can’t be stared down into changing her answer. She can begin her decompression next to him in a way she can’t on the bus, can shake her hair out of its tight confines, really check in with her body, with her breathing, can allow herself to relax for a short while, the weight of the commute lifted from her seamlessly by Abbot. She is stubborn, but she lets him.
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Jack starts driving Samira home from work, she thinks a little too much about the music he listens to.
Bookmarked by sacrednut
12 Mar 2026
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Sweet. Comforting. Pending: listening to the playlist (sad man music)