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ellalba · 11 months

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Hey look guys, I entered a hyper fixated frenzy and made a Kylux animatic in 20 hours!

Anyway hope you guys like it!

#Kylux #Huxlo #Armitage Hux #Captain Phasma #Dopheld Mitaka #Mitaka #General Hux #Kylo Ren Mention #Star Wars #Star Wars Sequels #Funny #At least to me #Animatic

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kylo-skywalkerr · 9 months

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It has come to my attention that some people apparently didn't know about the Duel of the Fates script??

Okay so here's some of the official concept art for the original (and better) direction that the sequels were meant to go down.

1. Many cool fights were cut from the script. Kylo was supposed to fight a form of Vader to outline how he's always been in the shadow of expectations that Vader left. The Knights of Ren actually got used for more than just a brief battle. The Knights hunted the Resistance actively, and as seen in the art, it wasn't just Ren or Rey fighting them. In fact, Rey kills them, and it makes her fear that she's slipping to the darkside. Rey runs off as Luke had and goes into hiding so that she doesn't use her teachings to be anything like Kylo. In her fight with Kylo Ren, she's blinded.

2. The story also went a far darker route. Years had passed between the movies. Characters were older, and changes were made.

For example, Rose and Finn get sent away to a First Order labor camp for their crimes against the FO.

While I can't find an image for it, the Resistance also takes fewer prisoners with them. Rigging FO ships to explode if they attempted to escape, disguising bb8 as a FO droid to rob their ships, all that fun stuff that wasn't featured as much in the sequels we got.

My favorite part was that Hux was the chancellor. All of the power he wanted was his, and Kylo was alright relinquishing it. It was proof that they were stronger together, with Hux admiring the force and even having a lightsaber collection of his own. Chancellor Hux wishes he had the force and is frustrated that he doesn't, so he keeps Kylo as a tool to use instead of banishing him from the FO or simply killing him.

The darker aspect comes from what Hux does after the Resistance defeats the First Order. In shame for all that Hux lost, he commits suicide with a lightsaber. Another thing to note is that if you read about it, it's mentioned that the lightsaber was supposed to be purple. The concept art, however, shows a red one, like Kylo's. (I'll have to note this particular fact down for later.)

3. Kylo gets stronger. A Sith holocron guides him to a new master, from whom he learns to drain life from and use force lightning.

Eventually, these teachings are used to kill Kylo's new teacher, bringing him closer to the dark side than he was before, despite the internal conflict still being present.

Kylo was also intended to get a new mask! It may or may not have been intended to be a show of his journey, but imo the concept art seemed interesting enough to note.

4. How Kylo's redemption was handled. While hunting a sith artifact, the artifact senses the light in him and pretty much explodes, leaving him disfigured and severely injured. The locals of the planet, despite knowing who he is, help him recover. Kylo begins to reconsider his actions due to the kindness he was shown and works his way towards redemption.

He still dies, but only when Leia stops him from killing Rey. He sacrifices his life to save her as in the original, making his death the endgame in both scripts.

5. Relationships. Reylo isn't a thing, I think she actually kisses Poe or something at a point. Rose and Finn are canon and at the end of their story have force sensitive children. That could have been in the original if not for Disney's "issue" with them being together. (That's not a story for today)

6. Rey's true name was revealed to be Rey Solana. Not Skywalker.

To conclude, the script was fascinating to me. There was redemption, suicide, new characters, different relationships to explore, and so much potential for a darker yet more interesting story than what we got. Thank you for reading!

Here's some sources if you'd like to read more about it yourself, those were just key things to note about the script!

(And of course, a source for where I got the concept art from)

#I loved the potential so much for this script #btw are you proud of me for not mentioning kylux in this one because you know i wanted to #they were so kylux coded in this script...#star wars #star wars sequel trilogy #star wars sequels #kylo ren #general hux #ben solo #duel of the fates script #leia organa #rey skywalker #finn #rose tico #poe dameron #knights of ren

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positively--speculative · 2 months

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There's this thing with white fangirls where they, for some reason, cannot just like flawed, white, fictional men. They somehow have to make these guys "good." They cannot just like Kylo Ren, Loki, or Lestat. They have to convince themselves and everyone else that they're actually the good guys. And it's even worse when there are characters of color in their stories, because these same women will work extra hard to make them the *real* bad guys.

Like, sometimes the white guy is actually not good because they were purposely written to be that way. I'm not sure why that's hard to understand. No, Heimdall wasn't "racist" against Loki. No, Finn did not "assault" Rey because he took her hand to get her put of danger. No, Louis having hate sex with Lestat is not the same as rape. Why can't you all just enjoy these characters without being racist? Is that impossible for you or something?

#Fandom fuckery #Fandom racism #Loki #Kylo Ren #Lestat #Loustat #Iwtv #Amc iwtv #Rape mention tw

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sariastrategos · 3 months

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Wars Sequel Trilogy Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Armitage Hux & Ben Solo | Kylo Ren, Armitage Hux/Kylo Ren Characters: Armitage Hux, Ben Solo | Kylo Ren, Kylo Ren Additional Tags: Mentioned Han Solo, background Rey/Finn/Poe, mentione of Brendol Hux, and his inherent racism and homophobia, It’s Brief Though, just a quiet scene around a bonfire, the other reenactors are there but not really mentioned, cuddling by the fire, Hux can’t help but talk about history, Kylo will never tell him to stop, renfaire au, This was supposed to be for Huxloween but I agonized over it for far too long Series: Part 2 of RenFaire AU Summary:

It was interesting how traditions changed while at the same time carrying on. The bonfire for example. Originally an event held on the summer solstice, today bonfire night was held on November the fifth, Guy Fawkes Day, and they burned a straw effigy.

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A sweet, quiet scene around a fire where Hux gets lost in thought and needlessly explains history to Kylo, who is a rapt audience.

#writing #my writing #kylux #armitage hux #kylo ren #mentioned Rey Finn Poe and Han #RenFaire AU #Star Wars

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love-too-believe · 2 years

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The Silenced Victims Meta

Similar to both Severus Snape and Ben Solo, Billy got the same narrative treatment of an abuse victim who didn’t “cope properly” being punished by no one giving a shit except that one “special person” bullshit and I hate it.

Because what a backhanded ass concept.

Harry for Severus: Harry is literally the only person alive who knows or cares about everything Severus did in the background for years to stop Voldemort. The only one who gave a shit about his own father's bullying of Severus and showed to be disgusted with it.

Rey for Ben Solo: Again, the only person left alive who knows about Ben's abuse by Snoke and him sacrificing his life for her. Hell, it's not even known if Ray told anyone about it. She's the only one who mourned his death (thanks novels) and saw him as a human and not a monster.

Max for Billy: Once again, only person that gives a shit that he's dead (yeah know besides his abuser) only person that seems to care about his sacrifice. Oh, and let's not forget the kick in the face line of "Your braver than you're brother." You know your brother who tried to fight off an interdimensional mind controlling monster for weeks alone. The one who sacrificed his life to stop it from, who knows taking over the world. But who cares about that, the writers clearly don't.

So, have you guys noticed a fucked up pattern here?

Abuse victim who did not cope properly must sacrifice their life for some great or good, and even than what they did will never fully be recognized.

Even in death the narrative is still actively punishing them, by either lack of acknowledgement or their sacrifice being reduced. Similar to the very abuse they faced.

Notice something else these three all have in common? No support system. No one to turn to, no one to acknowledge their abuse, no one to help them. And yet this itself isn’t even acknowledged or even brought to attention in the story.

Now in the end am I saying all these writers planned this narrative? No

But am I pointing out how strangely common this formula is? Yes

Because it gives a message. Those who react badly to their abuse via anger or bad coping mechanisms deserve the bare minimum in storytelling.

They don't get redemption arcs. You don't get to see them heal, see them progress. Because they're sacrifice was all they were in the end and even that won't be acknowledged. Even in death they're silenced once again.

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peachyproserpina · 2 years

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If your requests are still open, could write a super cuddly and needy Kylo? Like he won’t let you out if his lap once you’re there and things get steamy. Thank you!

Hi Honey! Sorry this took so long, I know everyone's worms have been a little dead so I hope it's alright!

TW: death ment, thigh riding, needy Kylo, pet names, possessive Kylo, thigh riding, f!reader

As always! If I forget to tag something or you need me to tag something let me know!

The door to your study swings open violently, Kylo is storming his way through your quarters and you can feel him from the moment they open. You pause, lay your data pad on your desk and make your way to him, worried that he’s hurt or something has gone wrong. That his temper is bubbling near the surface and he came to you to tamp it down. But you find him sitting on your chaise, legs spread open wide wide wide. Mask still on but trained on you from where he sits. It still feels like the first time, you can sense his intensity whenever he looks at you, his gaze heavy on you even from across the room, across the galaxy! Despite the fact you are his, and vice versa you are almost sheepish with him.

“What’s wrong?” You ask, lingering, watching as your voice rolls over his body, it’s hard to catch but you have just as much of an effect on him as he does you. The way his fingers flex, the tensing of his thighs, he doesn’t have his cape on so you can see the barely there shudder of his shoulders as he tilts his head at your question and opens his arms. You linger, not wanting to give in, wanting to hear his voice. Always eager to listen to what your husband has to say through the distortion, the mask is usually never on around you and you’re curious. His arms are still open, a barely there flick of his fingers bring you gliding across the durasteel, toes barely brushing, before you are thrown onto his lap, his arms immediately wrapping around you,a heavy hand pulling you close to his mask.

“It wasn’t a request, my Sun.” The voice is dark and the way it crackles through the vocoder has your nipples pebbling up tight. He pulls you into his chest, not even space to breathe. It’s all man, all Supreme Leader, your Moon. He runs the flat of the helmet down your neck, it’s cooler than you thought it would be and you break out in goosebumps. You fight the shiver and wiggle impossibly closer in his grasp. Wrapping your arms around his shoulders, relaxing into his lap and working your fingers up to the release of his helmet. Your fingers brush the release and you feel him grip you tight. The force keeps you from pressing the latches, from taking off his helmet. You open your mouth to question why he wants it on but are stopped when he drops a gloved paw from your shoulders to your hips. Somehow sinking you further into him. You mewl and your hands fall against his shoulders, gripping him tight. Giving up on fighting and relaxing into him fully. Plush thighs resting heavy against his still clad in his uniform.

You can hear his exhale through the mask, deep and static and it makes you smile, you trace your fingers over his shoulders as you close your eyes, content to relax in his grasp. You can count the number of times Kylo has been the first to pull you close, you’re thankful for this urge wherever it came from. You can’t remember the last time you both had time to bask in each other's presence like this when not asleep. His hand works its way up your back, to the base of your skull before petting your hair, soft and slow. So sugary sweet it almost makes your teeth ache. His other hand now warmed from your skin is moving slow slow slow. Fingers spanning over your thick thigh and his thumb pressed in that fleshy tender spot where your leg and belly meet. He presses harder, hand wrapping tighter around your thigh, fingers digging in until you hiss. You can hear the chuckle through his mask and you both know there is going to be a bruise. You roll your eyes and go to sit up, give him a pout and make him apologize when you’re met again with the force and his hands, tight and holding you close. So close you can both feel each other breathe. Chests, stomachs pressed so tightly together nothing could get between you.

“Kylo…” his name is mumbled into his neck, the hand petting your hand works its way down to the fastening on your dress. He adjusts you just so, your eager cunt drug across his thigh, you whine as he does so. Not realizing how much you missed him, how needy you were for him. You whimper for him, his name like a lost hymn on your tongue but all you get is more static. His fingertips dance over your exposed skin as he works the fastens loose. It’s so gentle, barely there. You're stiff, needy, trying to grind down onto his thigh, stop the ache that he’s started but he won't let you move away. It’s almost like he needs your chest against his, needs you resting against him, needs… you. All of you.

He hums when he finally works off your dress, you feel it, feel how it rumbles through his chest. Nothing comes through on the vocoder on the helmet. You smush yourself into him, feeling the chill of the ship wash over your skin. You shiver and he finally moves you, back and forth on his tense thigh so slowly you might go insane. He can feel you, feel how desperate you are, how needy and empty you feel. How much you love him and fuck-

He drops his head onto your shoulder, his breath, panting, just a desperate wave of static filling the room. He loves you more than anything, more than himself, the whole First Order. His helmet is heavy, loud as he breathes so close to you. You’re aching, wanting to feel his lips on your neck, want to feel his tongue lick up your jaw. You whine his name, begging to feel his skin on yours. Calling out to him to fuck you, wreck you but he just pants and works you on his thigh. Determined to have you fall apart while he has you so close. Needing to feel everything as you cum for him. The force is prodding at your clit, gentle as you grind down onto him. You’re close and you both know it. All it takes is a few more moments, Kylo knowing exactly how to make you fall apart. You cum, your cries bitten off into his sleeves and your nails like claws dung into his clothes. Staking your claim on him as much as he has with you.

Again, he wraps you up in his arms as you come down, the muzzle of his mask gently grazes over your jaw, cheek, then mouth. A phantom kiss and it makes you preen in his hold.

“I love you, to the end and back.” It’s a gentle rumble, a declaration made from a muzzle that usually barks death orders and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

#peachy requests #peachy writes #kylo x reader #kylo ren x you #adcu #kylo fanfic #star wars #tw death mention #thigh riding #f!reader #haha i actually really like this i hope you do too.

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maybe-your-left · 2 years

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what goes up must come down - chapter eight

Summary: Kylo raised a brow, “Do you still want ice cream today?”

“Yes please.”

“Then get your dirty ass finger off that dress.”

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These sheets are too silky, too soft, too… too much?

Your hotel bed sheets would’ve been more gritted, maybe would've caught on your skin while you tossed and turned throughout the night. Gaze across the dimmed room at your sleeping baby's face, cherub cheek squished against the low thread count pillow.

Instead of lying on your back and staring at the ceiling fan on a low hum, you laid in a pitch black room.

A large california king four poster bed, sleek black wood. An abundance of silky pillows that cupped the back of your head, enough room for you to spread your legs before brushing a cold calf of another person.

Snoring like a buzzsaw going through a plank of wood, followed by snorting that could wake the dead.

Even a black shade over his eyes, smelling like burgemont and cloves. Too good for a man who spent a good quarter of your life making it a living hell.

God, you remembered what it was like falling asleep with him when you were younger.

He was riddled with night terrors, waking up screaming so loudly he burst blood vessels in both his eyes. While you were so tired from medications to keep you asleep through the ramblings.

Throwing punches in his sleep, walking around your dorm room in the dead of night. Pushing open doors to rooms that were locked, once he was almost arrested for trying to get in someone��s room when you burst out and woke him.

Having to wrap your arms and legs around him to calm him down, don’t ever wake a sleep walker.

You turned your head to look at him now, older. Wiser, softer even, when you thought he would be a jagged mess of what he once was.

As bruised and bloodied as his under eyes betrayed the first few mornings you were at Niagara.

He looked so defeated.

But now, you saw the profile of a man who was sleeping serenely. Calm and collected, aside from forgetting to invest in a breathe-right nasal strip for his fucking snoring.

You signed, slapping your palms over the covers in a huff. You couldn’t sleep, not with the earlier events of the evening playing on repeat in your mind.

The cheek kisses, calling you Angel by mistake, Nyx dropping daddy on him.

You used to be his saviour, his miracle, his angel. Sent down to help him become someone worth living, he would whisper it between showering your lips with kisses at the end of every night.

Pressing you up against the flimsy wall of your first apartment together, hiking up your leg to wrap around his hip before grinding down.

Angel-my love-my perfect one.

I love you so much.

Don’t ever forget that, no matter what happens.

You remember what he did when you found out Nyx's gender, he got down on his knees. Gripping your sides with the shakiest of hands and ripping your shirt over the barely there bump.

Pressing featherlight kisses to the stretching skin while silent tears fell from his eyes.

Another gift.

You took a sharp breath, snapped out of it by a particularly harsh snort. Kylos head whipped to the left, the black silky covering his eyes staring straight through you.

A small fingertip came up to caress his cheek, Nyx looked so much like him. Your heart thundered in your chest as you smoothed over his jaw, towards the sharp angle of sunken flesh.

Dusted pink and purple from how deep it cut through flesh and bone, right under the eye shade. And across his right brow, you traced the line softly. Wishing you had been there when it happened, like when all his previous injuries happened.

When Kylo was younger, he had fallen in with the wrong crowd. Calling you one night and explaining he had been stabbed and had to go to the hospital.

You drove there shaking, in your tiny college car. Barely knowing him other than the first few weeks of steady fucking, he was in an alleyway across town. Back behind a dumpster, his black tank top was soaked with blood and he was paler than usual.

You’d helped him to the hospital, held his hand while he got stitches. Pretending like he wasn’t crying when they asked for his emergency contact and he had no one, not even a sibling or cousin who could be called about the attack.

He was alone, except for you.

“Stoppit,” Kylo grumbled in his sleep, twitching his cheek, “Itches when you touch.”

“Sorry,” you whispered, petting his cheek one more time before settling back down.

He sniffled loudly, pulling away his mask before blinking a few times. Locking eyes and sighing before he moved his cheek away from your fingers.

“Why are you still awake?”

You shrugged, moving to touch him again. “How’d you get this, Ky?”

“Will knowing make you fall asleep?”

“I don’t know…”

Kylo hummed, rubbing his face and massaging the scar in question. Sighing once more, “I got in a fight…”

You rolled your eyes, rolling to your side so your body faced his. “Obviously, how else would someone get a scar like that?”

He shot you a glare.

“When did it happen? You didn’t have it-“ you stopped, not wanting to taint the mood with the memory of you leaving.

“About two years after you left,” he scratched his cheek, “Wasn’t a fun day.”

“I bet…”

Kylo rolled closer to you, enough for you to really take stock of the scar. How jarred and deep it really was, had to hurt badly and clearly he didn’t take care of it when it happened. Your hand came up aside from him flinching slightly and started touching it again.

Softly kneading the muscles of his cheek, “What happened, Kylo?”

“I got in a fight,” he started again, “And it was with my old man, about a week before he passed away. It festered and pussed and bruised because I didn’t let anyone take care of it until I had to go to his funeral with my eye closed shut from infection.”

“Oh shit-Han did that?”

He made a noncommittal noise, moving his face from you again. “Wasn’t his fault, he tried to apologise for it afterwards but I was so mad. All I could think about was how no one cared about me, how my own father scarred me because he was afraid of what I might do.”

“I care about you,” you whispered softly.

“Not then,” he whispered back, eyes turning glassy like your own, “You weren’t there, and that’s all I could think about. How if you were there you would’ve told me that it made me handsome, and that it was okay, and you would’ve helped me clean it or bring a sorry present to him. But you weren’t there, and that broke me.”

“Kylo,” you took a sharp inhale, launching forward and into his chest. Wrapping your arms around his neck and proceeding to cry into his skin. “I’m-so sorry, I’m so sorry, I-I”

“I know you are.”

Big hands cradled your skull, rocking the two of you back and forth in a tight embrace of tears and apologies. You pressed soft kisses along his cheek, running up and down the length of the scar. Pulling back to search his eyes, you whispered, “Will you kiss me?”

Kylo took a deep breath, sharp enough for you to feel the air sucked from your lungs. Licking his lips before glancing at yours, open and waiting for an answer.

“Please-“

Sealing your own with his, he stopped your plead. Both of you inhaled sharply at the first taste in so long. A tongue licking at your lips for entrance, you opened slightly. Choking a little from the tears mixed with passion, Kylos tongue plunged inside.

The taste was sharp and absolutely perfect, you moaned.

Throwing your arms around his neck, Kylos left hand cradled your skull. Keeping you still while you moaned in bliss, other gliding down your cheek to your jaw and neck. Squeezing slightly, you gasped, lips pulling away with a string of spit connecting, “Fuck, Kylo-I…”

“I know,” he whispered again, pushing you into the mattress softly as he climbed over you. “It’s alright, it’s going to be alright.”

You nodded, “I need-“

Kylos body pressed into yours, the weight a comfort that you desperately needed. Digging into his bare shoulders while you kissed at his lips over and over. It was what you craved, wanting everything he could give you.

His hand left your throat, slipping under the covers stretching to the hem of your nightgown. Tugging it up over your hips, you whined and lifted to help him on his quest. The touch of his fingertips hot on your cold skin, sending sparks of arousal through you until it gathered at your center.

You pulled back from showering his face, breathing hot on his lips. “Take me, I need you,” you whispered, opening your legs to make room for him. Moaning when his fingers slipped under your panties, meeting your wetness that had gathered.

He groaned at the first touch, sliding through your folds to your clit. Swiping in a tight circle, “I need you too, I’ve needed you for so long…”

Slipping your thumbs under your panties, tugging them off your jelly legs while his lips sucked on your collarbone. Harsh and wet, “Fuck,” you cried out. Legs falling open as wide as you could.

Kylos hand slicked from your arousal sunk inside you, thick against your tight walls. You cried, tucking your face into his outstretched neck while he laved at your chest. Two fingers joining the wetness, you felt them slide in and out, deep as he could get to his knuckles.

Slamming into your cunt, you gasped louder and louder and louder before Kylos lips left you. Pulling back onto his knees, wet fingers to his lips, “You better be quiet,” he warned, “I don’t need Nyx waking up to her mother being a slut for her daddy.”

You flushed, embarrassment flooding your bones but also simmering arousal at his threat. Whispering back at him, “I’ll be good, I’ll be good for you…”

“Good girl,” Kylo purred.

Moving between your legs with ease, you watched him slip his hand into his sleep pants. Tugging out his hard cock, sliding his wet digits over the length. You shimmied your body down towards him, moving your arms out of the infuriatingly slippery nightgown.

Stripping bare for him, you reveled in his eyes dancing over your form. Focusing on your bare breasts swinging as you threw the nightgown across the bedroom. You fell back into the pillows, sighing softly as Kylo crawled closer.

Propping your thighs to sprawl around his hips, you felt the head of his cock slip through your folds. Prodding at your entrance softly, dipping into your honey pot only an inch before slapping at your clit.

Shushing your whimpers, gathering your wrists in his hand above your head. Pinning you down before he pushed inside, “Fuck-you’re always so tight for me.”

“Just for you,” you cooed, straining to touch his body as he began thrusting.

Setting a punishing pace, Kylo leaned over your shaking form. Teeth bared and groaning as the tip grazed your deepest parts, hooking towards the front wall to skim over your spot. Sending shockwaves of pleasure behind your eyes, you cried out at a hard thrust, “Oh please-please can I cum?”

He nodded, gripping your waist hard before he pulled out. Whining loudly and launching towards him, “Hey, I was close!”

“Shut up, you’ll finish,” he growled, tugging at himself a few times while you panted. Kylo throes your wrists back before smirking at your irritated scowl, “Flip over, I want to fuck you so hard you wake up our daughter.”

You chuckled, scrambling on all fours and sighing as he slipped right back in.

“Someone thinks highly of himself…”

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Kylo had to muffle her mouth with three of his fingers, lodged down her tight throat so she would stop screaming.

Never had he worked up such a sweat from fucking someone, his back a sneeze away from spasming while he plowed her into oblivion.

Slobber coating one of the pillows now on the floor, along with the remnants of sheets that were covered by her squirt when he hit a particularly sensitive spot. Clenching his teeth while she constricted around his cock like a heavenly kiss, he saw stars when he came.

Filling her deep and to the brim, the sheer white glimmer shining in the darkness of the room.

He lapped it up with his flat tongue, savoring the taste of their combined juices. Covering his face before finally kissing her kitten soft lips, mewling before slumbering down into her pillows.

Kylos never felt so stated.

Happy, even!

Like all the uncertainty of the world came crashing down as their lips finally touched. And he missed her, oh he missed her. Even with her right next to him, he needed to feel her.

Coiling around her form into the early morning sun that streamed through the curtains. Kylo stared at her face, delicate and furrowed in concentration, whatever dream she’d been having causing her focus to wane from their passionate affair.

He glanced under the covers, sighing contentedly at her nude form. This he could get used to, her rising and falling breasts, nipples tightening as the silk sheet slips over them.

Kylo thought about leaning over and suckling one into his mouth, waking her up with his tongue swirling around the tight buds. Maybe she would reward him with a well deserved blow job, thinking about it made him chub up a little under the cover.

But no, he glanced at his phone, propped up on a stand to see the time.

7:30 AM.

Nyx would be awake soon, wanting and begging for attention. He had gotten so lucky she was sleepy last night when the ghosts of his past showed up at dinner. And Katie being a bitch with her declaration of wanting him as a boyfriend, he shuddered at the thought.

Looking back down at (Y/N)s sleeping face for reassurance, maybe… just maybe, he could ask her if she’d like to throw a label on the arrangement?

He had tried to push her for what she wanted in the past and she was against him talking about the future. But that was before she came crawling to his house, without his prompting! And made her way back into his soul, there was no turning back after last night.

Kylo was sure of it.

He placed a soft kiss on her forehead, whispering that he would be back before rolling out of bed.

Usually, his mornings consisted of him getting up for a jog in his home gym. Followed by lifting weights for an hour, maybe an hour and a half depending on his sleep. Second jog around the parks across from the building, stop for coffee, and come up to a pre-made breakfast of nine eggs with only two yolks and a smoothie.

But he had to forget that plan, because he opened the hallway door and was met with the grumpy face of his child.

Little arms crossed over her princess pajama chest, hair messed up like she slept for a thousand years.

“Hello, Nyx.”

She glared at him, “Where’s mommy?”

He sighed, running a hand through his hair, “She’s asleep.”

“Why?”

“Because she’s tired,” from a long night, he thought about adding. But didn’t want to explain what that meant to a five year old. Blanching at the thought of ever having to explain it to her…

He shook himself, hands on his hips to stare her down with a taste of her own medicine. “Would you like some chocolate chip pancakes?”

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“Are you sure you’re going to be okay?”

Kylo rolled his eyes, seated on his black couch with Nyx climbing all over his lap. Not really paying attention to the cartoons he turned on, he even had to pay for the specific channel for her and here she was not appreciating it.

He grunted as her knee went into his side, grabbing at her waist to hold her down. She was filthy too, still in her pajamas like he was, and smeared in the chocolate he stupidly fed her.

Her mom stood to the side, eying the two of them with suspicion. Brushing back her done hair and checking inside her purse, “I won’t be back until tomorrow morning, so I need to be sure you don’t need Vic or Rose to come get her.”

Kylo scoffed, covering Nyxs ears aside from her high pitched whine, “She’s my daughter-I don’t need another man being her caretaker.”

They squinted at one another before Nyx wrestled off his lap and fell towards the coffee table. Beginning her cries, “Mommy I don’t want you to go…” Kylos heart broke.

He didn’t want her to leave either, utterly confused how to deal with his daughter alone. In his own house… what would he do? It wasn’t kid proofed at all.

He had stubbed his toe on a table leg last week, glancing down at the bruising digit before clearing his throat again.

“Nyx, it’ll be alright. I can take you shopping and maybe get some new things to show mommy when she’s back. Okay?”

Her eyes lit up, jackpot. Such a spoiled demon he had, an excellent treat for him to exploit. Nyx scrambled back into his lap, another knee now in his gut while she climbed over his shoulder and proceeded to bounce.

(Y/N) chuckled while Kylo groaned at the awkward pressure, moving to the other side of the couch to kiss Nyxs chubby cheeks a few times dramatically, “You have fun with Kylo okay? And be an extra good girl for me, so he doesn’t kick us out next time.”

She grinned at that, “Okay, mommy!”

Kylo looked over his shoulder at her, watching while she wrestled with a way to say goodbye. Could they kiss in front of Nyx? Would she think it was weird? He wasn’t sure-but then his cheeks were grabbed by her hands and she planted a hot kiss on his lips.

Popping obscenely in his child’s ear, he could feel the red lipstick she wore smeared over his own.

He swallowed harshly, voice croaking, “See you tomorrow?”

A nod, followed by another quick kiss and she was out the doorway.

Kylo was in heaven, truly floating while Nyx rested in his lap to watch the TV. Humming some tune of whatever they were watching before her little voice caught his attention.

“Why’d mommy kiss you, Kylo?”

His heart stopped, what do you tell a five year old? Do you try and explain the process of their relationship? Or lie and say everyone does it? He doesn’t want her trying to kiss everyone she sees just because he told her it was okay…

“Is it because mommy is your girlfriend?” Her voice teased. Nyxs little head leaned back on his shoulder, peering up at him with mock disgust.

Perfect, she knows sarcasm now.

He sighed, standing up with her wrapped in his arms and started walking towards the bedrooms. They both stunk and needed to get dressed for the day, Kylo set her down at her doorway.

“Yes, mommy is my girlfriend Nyx.”

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Five year olds aren’t fit to dress themselves.

They are barely fit enough to respect personal boundaries, or space, or any decency whatsoever. Kylo learned very quickly that Nyx was not equipped to handle any tasks other than getting the bare minimum done.

He was just finishing shaving his face when she kicked in the bathroom door in just a t-shirt and her underwear. Thank god, Kylo had the blade down or else he would’ve slit his throat.

Quickly rushing her out of his bedroom with the promise of candy, Nyx led him to her suitcase which had been ripped open and strewn across the bedroom.

Kylo sighed at the display, resigned to buying her all new clothes throughout the day. He grabbed out some black leggings, and tried to pair it with a maroon sweater her mom packed. Another layer would be better since it was cold out, so he fished out a tan cardigan that she could wear too.

Nyx followed him back into his bedroom complaining about her wet mess of hair. Kylo dragged a chair into the bathroom, forcing her to sit still while he brushed through it.

Mumbling out small apologies when he yanked too hard. Nyx hummed and mumbled while he brushed away her baby hairs, content to feel her soft hair through his fingers.

Something he thought he’d never have the chance to touch just four months ago…

After braiding her hair, thanks to Leia for teaching him when he was younger, he wrapped her in a warm coat and pulled on his own.

“Okay Nyx,” he held out his hand, “Hold my hand and don’t run away, we are walking to a few stores.”

“Okay, where are we going?”

Kylo locked his front door, slipping his pinkie and ring finger into her small palm. Rubbing her knuckles with his oversized thumb, “Just a couple places, okay? You’ll get something from each one.”

“Can we get toys? Auntie Rose's place has toys…”

The elevator dinged on the bottom floor, Kylo gripped Nyx tighter. Walking out into the shiny lobby of his building, giving a very glances towards his neighbors who seemed shocked to see a child with him.

Kylo was sure it was a sight to see.

“Alright,” he pulled Nyx closer to his form, the streets were bustling with people and he was momentarily considering bringing a dog leash to reign her in. “Can you stay right by me the whole time?”

“Yes,” she nodded.

“And be a good girl and listen to me?”

Another nod.

“Okay, let’s go write some checks.”

———

“Nyx,” Kylo hissed for the fiftieth time, “Stop touching everything.”

She glared over her shoulder, reaching out with a steady fingertip to touch the expensive gown in front of her.

He did not break eye contact, she would not win this. The saleswoman would just have to wait, “Nyx.”

“What?”

The sass, he growled, ripping off another check to hand to the waiting hands of whatever her name was. Again, not blinking at his monster of a daughter, “Stop. It.”

“Stop what?”

Kylo raised a brow, “Do you still want ice cream today?”

“Yes, please.”

“Then get your dirty ass finger off that dress.”

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"Somehow I'm writing the checks and I'm wrong?" that's kylo all this chapter

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goatmace · 6 months

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“Oh, you dick!” You sputter, wrenching yourself from his grip.

He only tightens his grip on your skinny arm. “Eloquent as always.” He chuckles, if the static crackling from his vocoder was anything to judge by. “Come with me.”

“No!” You beat his offending arm with your free fist, but he barely notices the attack.

“Oh, it’s not enough to feed your ego by beating old men and berating helpless secretaries, you have to graduate to rape?” You spit, folding your tiny body into a ball, pressing into the corner of your bed to escape his touch.

He places his hand on the bed, leaning in. Your toes curl in fear.

“Funny you should use that word. It means I still have something to prove.”

“You evil piece of shit! Let go of me!” You scream bloody murder, beating him ruthlessly, though with your weak arms, he probably barely registered your attack.

People look at you two, horrified at the sight of their Lord carrying off a defenseless girl they must have seen at least twice in passing. And they look away, worried that if he caught the terror in their eyes, that they might be next. Fuck them all.

“Someone fucking help me!”

You don’t stop shrieking. You draw more eyes, but hopelessness seeps into you with each jolt from his thunderous pace. No one is going to square up with the master of the knights of Ren.

“Help...” you whimper, disheartened. You dig your fists into his back, revenge for the disillusionment he made you suffer. How could your eyes meet your coworkers’ again? Would they be surprised to see you walk into work tomorrow? Guilty at their non action?

He dumps you onto the cold floor

“Thank you for the massage.” He smirks, shutting the

“Fuck you! I hate you!”

#wip #discontinued #physical abuse #tw physical abuse #tw abuse #tw rape #rape mention #tw rape mention #kylo ren x reader #kylo ren #first order reader

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prctty-birdie · 1 year

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🪐 Tuesday wip!

"Isn't lovely?

All alone,

Heart made of glass;"

The Emperor Hux of Arkanis has been inconsolable for the last three days; not even his loyal best friend and general of royal army, Phasma, could cheer him up.

What has happened was a long awaited plan made by the rebellion, which culminated in the tragic loss of his first and only lover; Two days ago, he had to leave to deal with a few systems who had not already accepted a alliance with the First Order.[...]"

#kylo ren #ben solo #general hux #armitage hux #kylux #first order #captain phasma (mentioned)#maybe never finishing this one?#giali tales

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kylo-skywalkerr · 8 months

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Silly doodle time + some fun little Kylo headcanons

-Even if redeemed, Kylo will keep his first name. He was never comfortable being called Ben due to the expectations that came with it and picked Kylo for himself as a child. His master had nothing to do with it.

-Kylo's pull to the light was strong, but not enough to leave anything of him in the physical world. He's trapped behind some type of barrier.

-His tantrums aren't actually helpful to his mind. Meditation is. Back when he was studying under his uncle, he got quite good at it, only ever feeling in tune with himself after a long session with himself. As time passed, he used that cope less and less, feeling undeserving of the temporary peace it could give him.

-Kylo was never sith, but never desired to be a Jedi either. All he wanted to do was be himself without his family's legacy looming over him. Once he broke free from Han and Leia's image, he lived in the shadow of Vader. As a result, Kylo admires but despises Vader. He craves kinship so hard that he holds on to the mangled mask of another man he had never met. Yet whenever Snoke compares him to Vader, he feels a twinge of anger. Jealousy. In his attempts to paint a line in blood to divide the two, he's only digging himself deeper into Anakin's mistakes.

-Kylo has a soft spot for droids having grown up with R2 and C3PO being considered a part of the family.

-When in Jedi training, he wrote many letters to his parents about his time there and his struggles. Whenever he'd try to send them, he'd stop himself and toss them away.

#kylo ren #kylo ren headcanons #btw i forgot to mention that i hc him as a top sorry guys i know how you feel about bottom kylo 💔#i also think hes trans and psychosis coded but that may just be projection 😎🤙#ben solo

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rosalind-took-kylos-hand · 1 year

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I may be ace, but so help me someday i'm writing a drabble about Kylo helping the reader through their first orgasm with a partner.

#kylo ren smut #afab reader #cw sex mention #sex in real life: 🤢 sex in fiction: 🥴#not that i've ever had that problem with a partner nope i'm fantastic in the sack 😅

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klatchshy · 2 years

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This hot take is about 7 years late but I feel like when they were writing the star wars sequel trilogy and they were deciding what to do with Han and Leia’s son they went

“ok we can either have him be exactly what one would expect from their kid so like a really good pilot, reckless, being groomed by Leia to be the next leader of the rebellion OR we could have him be an evil force user.”

“ha ha why choose? Let’s just do both!”

“Oh that’s cool like two brothers? That will add some super interesting conflict!”

“Psh nah we’ll have their real son be evil and then there’s just this random guy who just happens to have all of the characteristics one would expect from their son and Leia takes him under her wing as her replacement goldfish”

And that’s how we got Poe Dameron

#i don’t know how I didn’t notice this for so long #is this even a hot take?#ive never seen anyone mention it #literally though why isn’t poe their son #no shade on either character btw I just think it’s weird #star wars #leia organa #han solo #ben solo #kylo ren #poe dameron #star wars sequel trilogy

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syzygytailor · 1 year

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Wars Sequel Trilogy Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Armitage Hux/Kylo Ren Characters: Armitage Hux, Kylo Ren, Dopheld Mitaka, Millicent the Cat (Star Wars) Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Suicide Attempt, Comfort, Blood and Injury, Emotional Baggage, Sad with a Happy Ending, Developing Relationship Summary:

General Hux has disappeared in the middle of battle and Kylo Ren tracks him down. Though he may not be the best at it, he does his best to support Hux and talk through what's going on.

#my fic #kylux #hurt/comfort #fanfic #star wars #kylo ren #general hux #armitage hux #ao3 fanfic #ptsd mention

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