Your talent in English literature hasn't gone unnoticed by your professor, Kylo Ren, but you lack the focus and application to meet your full potential. Perhaps he can urge you to give in to that potential. And to him. But the more you learn about Kylo Ren, the more you realize you can use his own tactics as a professor to help unravel the past that he refuses to face. Or, you're infatuated with your dark and brooding English professor, Kylo Ren, who, to your surprise, returns the sentiment. This is a LONG-FORM, SLOW-BURN (emotionally, not sexually) work. Please take note of that if that's not your cup of tea! That's just my style of writing, and reading for that matter, which is okay. And if that's not your cup of tea, that's okay too! Originally posted to ao3, expanded to wattpad so it can be accessibly to anyone who may want to read it, but on a different platform. This story is 18+. Periodt. Please consider the following warnings/tags. Also, a disclaimer, this story can be fairly dark. Please remember the importance of clear consent and communications if your everyday lives. -light bdsm, -slapping, -choking, -rough sex, -freudian elements, -sub/dom, -dirty talk, -over-stimulation, -so on and so forth. Additionally, there are themes of family illnesses (cancer/heart conditions/death), absent parents, dysfunctional families. Please be careful or opt out if these themes, or the above tags, are triggering or are harmful for your mental health in any way, as most or all of them are prevalent and recurring throughout the entire work. Your well-being is way more important than any fanfic.

(Adam Driver as your Best Friend's Dad AU) Your POV *** '-luscious black locks sweeping just above his shoulders (which are broad as fuck by the way) -dark warm eyes that I could drown in -defined nose of a Greek friggin GOD -pouty plump red lips that can be pulled into the CUTEST smile -groomed to perfection with and without facial hair -toned arms that flex with each move -rudely large hands that get thrown around when he talks -massive chest that rises and falls when he breathes -thick thighs that deadass save lives -And I know damn well he's gotta be packing *** The list repeated in your mind as you imagined him, your best friend's dad, on your way to her, your best friend... at their house.' - - - - - Author's Note: This is just a fun fic with some fluff, a little discourse and eventual smut. I don't claim to know Adam Driver at all, just a fan writing fiction. This is very much an 18+ so 👁👁 you've been warned. Hope you enjoy 💫

You're a Lieutenant, stationed on Orinda. You're content with your trustworthy crew, but issues with a certain ship (spoiler alert: it's the TIE silencer) end up trapping you on the Steadfast, instead. Your relationship with Kylo Ren isn't how you left it. How many more messes can you stand to clean? (yes, this is the sequel to Fix Your Attitude) cover art by @badtour on tumblr