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kylosjuul · 8 months

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Kylo Ren NSFW Alphabet (reupload)

a/n: i posted this last year and here it is again! if ur expecting kylo to be a dom don’t read this. Also, this is AFAB!reader.

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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Kylo has never had anybody to cherish like this, to hold. So you best believe after sex, he’s planting soft kisses across your face and lips trying to show how lucky he feels to have you; that you gave this gift of intimacy to him. It’s all soft touches and cuddles (fight me on this). He looks at you with a sense of longing, to have this feeling forever. He’ll hold your hand over his heart while you fall asleep on his chest, for it only beats for you.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Everything about your body has Kylo red in the face, but he finds his eyes trailing to your thighs and your ass often. Your uniform clings to them tightly, and he feels guilty about how quick his blood pools to his thighs, constantly readjusting his leather pants when you bend down or “accidentally” brush against him.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Okay, listen. Kylo has never had any sexual experience so you BEST believe he cums a lot. And hard. Borderline hyperspermia. He’s just so sensitive and you just feel too good wrapped around him. Expect rope after rope of thick cum coating your walls, spilling out of you and down your thighs :D

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

You make him hard. A lot. He feels so perverted, especially in the beginnings of your relationship. The soft floral notes of your perfume made his pants constrict, the sweet smell making him dizzy. Every kiss, every brush of your fingers=boner. He was embarrassed. The worst part is the wet dreams. Oh. The dreams. Kylo’s mind would drift to images of you kissing him, sitting on top of him, the warmth between your legs remedying the pressure building in his hips; but he would wake up every time, hard as a rock, spilling into his sleep pants panting your name. Yeah.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Absolute virg. Never even kissed a girl before. The first time you climbed on top of him and started trailing kisses down his neck, he was 100% whipped, almost finishing in his uniform as you rocked against his length. He knew he couldn’t give this up, couldn’t give YOU up.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

A bit simple, but this man lovesss missionary. He gets off when your face twists up in pleasure, knowing he’s the one providing it to you. Plus, he can hear each moan, each sharp intake of breath; Between your face drenched in lust, your sweet sounds, and your tits bouncing with each thrust, this position makes him cum the hardest. (Besides you on top. He’ll dig his fingers into your hips watching himself disappear inside you over and over. yum).

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

I’d say Kylo is serious during the deed. He just loves you so much and wants to worship you with every bit of intimacy he has in him. Large calloused palms smoothing back your hair, plush lips sucking on your collarbone, all of it.

“You’re so beautiful. My sweet girl…”

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He isn’t the hairiest man in the galaxy, but he does have a bit of hair down south. Nothing too extreme though. Kylo is very hygienic and well groomed, nothing to worry about here!

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

THE MOST INTIMATE. You can see in his eyes how he feels he doesn’t deserve you, doesn’t deserve your soft body beneath him. He treats you as if you’ll break, as if you’re the most precious being in the universe. Constantly asking if you’re okay, or, “Does this feel good?” He loves to serve you. To pleasure you.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

As aforementioned, Kylo can’t help how hard he is around you 24/7. If he knows he’s going to see you, he’ll tuck himself away into his refresher and think of your figure, your eyes looking up at him, (that REALLY makes him cum fast) and stroke his cock with a punishing pace, imagining you slamming down on his hips. He feels a tinge of shame as he grits his teeth and releases his load onto the refresher door.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Praise. He feels his thighs go weak when you drag your fingers through his hair and call him a “good boy.” He’ll look up at you through heavy lids, a silent plea for more soft touches and appraisals. Also, eye contact. If you ever want anything from him, just look up at his through your eyelashes and he’ll blush like a madman, giving you whatever it is you crave.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

He’s a very private person and extremely jealous, so he prefers to fuck you in your shared quarters. Nowhere else. Okay, maybe in his TIE, but that’s only when you beg him so sweetly; and who is he not to give his girl whatever she wants?

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Yes. Just yes. A kiss that lingers a second too long, his name on your lips (in any context), your soft hand following the curve of his jaw. He’s a goner. If you want to torture the man, wear a low cut top around him, he’ll be desperately grabbing at your hips in no time.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Anything involving someone else. He’s a jealous, jealous man. All these fics about him sharing you with the KOR….girl. A big no no is anything related to degradation. Attention all Kylo writers! He would never even DREAM of calling you names or hurting you in any way. You’re his precious girl and he just loves you so so much:(

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Virgin, remember? The first time you sucked his cock, he’s was a panting mess, brows furrowed, low moans punched from his chest, finishing in your mouth in under a minute. After a few times together, you guided him on how to eat pussy, and he definitely prefers watching your hips rock up into his face, coming undone from his warm tongue. (Kylo will never admit this, but while he was eating you out he rocked against the mattress like a rabid dog, cumming all over his stomach, a pool of his spend spreading over the sheets. Yeah, he prefers giving).

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

It depends on how much time you’ve spent apart. If he hasn’t seen you for a week, (missions, supreme leader shit) he’ll fuck into you with a strong and punishing pace, still careful not to hurt you, though. If it’s a normal day, he’ll slowly rock into you, dragging his cock along your walls in a sensual way, but you usually beg him to speed up, pushing you further and further up the mattress.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Kylo is a simp. He will take whatever you so kindly gift him with. You get to fuck your man whenever you so please. He gives it to you no matter the time. Day or night. He’s just so excited there’s a GIRL who wants him, his cock, this badly.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Nah. Not really. He’d rather savor the sex, instead of constantly looking over his shoulder. But if you drag him into a storage closet aboard and start massaging him through his leather, who is he to say no?

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Hate to burst any bubbles here, but he’s completely inexperienced, so don’t expect him to last very long, at least not at first. He physically has to tense his muscles, eyes squeezed shut in concentration, trying so hard NOT to blow his load the second your tight wet heat engulfs his cock. His skin is flaming hot, but he’s shivering above you, groans emanating from his slacked jaw, trying to fight the way his balls draw up, the way his stomach muscles tighten already.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Are sex toys canon in Star Wars? Someone please lmk. But my answer is going to be no for now!

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Kylo doesn’t have to tease you, like, at all. You just want him so bad all the time and he still doesn’t understand why. However. You’re quite the tease, and this poor virgin can’t take it. Seriously, if you want to see the mighty Kylo Ren crumble, all you need to do is press a chaste kiss to his lips, put a hand on his thigh, look at him, or just breathe basically, and he’ll be hard and wanting in seconds. I love our space boyfriend.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Ben Swolo can make some NOISE lemme tell ya. It’s all low groans and grunts, so caught up in the heat of your body and how fucking tight you are around him. No matter how hard he tries to contain the noises that slip from his throat, he can’t help it. He’ll confidently moan and moan in your ear, minted breath hitting your cheek, letting you know his pleasure is solely from you, and you alone.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Kylo is what we call a service top. He would do anything to put your pleasure first, his own pleasure depends on that. He had never cum harder than that first time you clamped around his cock, finally feeling your orgasm around him. Lights flickered and whirred; it was…intense.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Hung like a moose omg who said that? Anyways. My guess is 7-8 inches. Good luck girl.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Siri play ‘Everyday’ by Ariana Grande please. Seriously. He feels fucking insane with how bad he wants to be buried in you at all times. Whether he’s tired, beaten or bruised, you could catch a dick anytime.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Kylo will eventually fall asleep cuddled up next to you, but not until he allots himself a few minutes to admire your beauty, running his thick fingers through your hair, kissing your temple until he sees you eyes flutter shut. Awe. Whatta softie.

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mphountitled · 7 days

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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐅𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐬

Pairing: Kylo Ren x Fem!Reader

Summary: "Kylo was nothing if not a sadist,"

Warnings: Language, WarPrisoner!Reader, Toxicity, Weaponizing Hux, Humiliation, God Complex, Jealousy, Possessiveness, Smut +18 (Minors DNIA, DEAD DOVE FIC, Dark fic, Sadism, Masochism, Inexperienced!Kylo, Ownership Kink, Dry humping, Forced sex, Spitting, CNC, Dubious Consent, Massive Degradation Kink, Inappropriate Use of Force, Choking Kink, Size Kink, Impact Play, Groping, Breast Play, Premature Orgasm, Controlled Orgasm, Dom/Sub themes, Dom!Kylo, Sub!Reader, Brat Tamer!Kylo,;Bratty!Reader, Slight!Exhibition Kink, Humiliation Kink, Inappropriate Mind Reading, Overstimulation, Dirty Talk, Mentions of Rape, Fingering, Rough Sex, Dacryphilia, Gagging, Subspace.

Do not read this if you're incredibly sensitive to violent imagery. If this doesn't make sense don't say anything or i'll cry <3

As Hux walks diligently ahead of you, you could not tell by his tense shoulders and his palms clasped behind his back that he was following the duties of a madman.

While he escorts you, Hux thinks back to his slip-up with Ren.

The way he shouldn't have mentioned your name in a comprehensive report about the overall running of the Starkiller. The way he should've known how dangerous Kylo is when it comes to anyone taking even the vaguest of interest in playing with his toys.

"Despite having the accolades of an established pilot for the resistance," Hux had said moments earlier when Kylo was pacing up and down his private chamber, "Your prisoner refuses to put any of her skills to use aboard the Starkiller. She's essentially useless dark matter," He uttered his words rather clumsily. As if forgetting he was reporting to a beastly excuse of a man.

Hux only realises his mistake when Kylo stops his various pacing to turn slightly. His unmasked head tilts to the side as he advances on Hux in a low, large gait. Everything about the boy being so unnaturally large.

"My prisoner?" He steps closer, "Or the First Order's?"

Kylo's laugh appears unnatural without the mask. Not any less intimidating but certainly, frighteningly human.

"You act as if my will is not synonymous with that of the First Order, general," Kylo's blood runs fucking cold at the thought, "You insinuate that I keep her here out of my own free will,"

"Well, we all know how much a boy fancies his toys," Hux's degradation causes Kylo's Adam's apple to bob and a deep frown settles over the boy’s face. Whatever weakness Hux was accusing him of, it rattled the foundations of his already fragile ego and Hux smirked.

"Go tell her I wanna see her," the first command left Kylo's lips in a fairly controlled and monotonous manner. The second however... "FUCKING NOW!"

Robotic inclination bleeds from the mask of the stormtroopers “Yes Sir-”

Without sparing the stormtroopers so much as a single glance, Kylo spat, "Not you, fucking degenerates," Kylo stares Hux down as he steps towards him. His voice is ice cold. "I want you to summon her," he takes immense pleasure in the way Hux's smile drops.

Kylo has observed the glances Hux throws your way and it makes his fucking stomach turn. He's seen the uncomfortable leering and the lecherous thoughts. Kylo was nothing if not a sadist. Humiliating Hux using the object of his desires.

He wants you and that makes Kylo want you even more... Violently so

"Where are you taking me?"

You could feel the rest of the crew watching your every movement as you trailed behind General Hux like you were compelled to do so by some unseen leather leash. You cannot help but feel as though you have done something very bad and very naughty.

You try to rid yourself of these thoughts immediately.

Perhaps he was taking you to see the vermin underneath the mask.

That thought should not sprout such a deep desire within you. Kylo was your captor and yet, he fascinated you more than anything ever could.

"At least slow the fuck down," You breath out, trying by all means to evade all eye contact with curious onlookers.While you walk you try to keep your head high and appear unaffected by their piercing glares. Every stormtrooper, navigator, pilot- even down to the measly technicians all keep their eyes trained on you and you glare back. Leering your head forward with narrowed eyes because being held captive on the Starkiller was punishment enough. You would never allow yourself to be intimidated by the judgemental stares.

"Do you ever plan on disclosing our destina-"

You're interrupted by a sharp and loud hiss before two doors part. Your eyebrows furrow before you're dragged into the chamber, quite literally against your will. You did not wish to get acquainted with any more rooms on the Starkiller. Hoping that one of your comrades in the resistance might have saved you long before you ever had to make this ship your dwelling place. But you've only crawled deeper into the Starkiller's core and you find yourself here, standing before him in his black cowl with his hands clasped behind his back.

The room is as lifeless as the rest of the vessel. The bed, colourless and hard. The only signs of vibrance is the east window depicting a slab of stars in hyperspace.

"I am told you've made yourself fiercely unlikable in the flight deck.” Kylo says, completely ignoring your slightly shocked experience at seeing him without his helmet.

“That's what this is then?” You turn briefly to make eye contact with Hux before turning to Kylo with one arched brow, “I'm being scolded now?”

“You're insolent when given any orders,” he oaces before you while Hux stands behind you by the door, “You disobey at every given turn and you're resistant. Vexingly so.”

“How clever of you, it seems as though you'd only just discovered a key characteristic from a member of the resistance.” You say with a smirk, “Clever, Clever boy."

“It's that mouth of yours that's gonna get your head slain from your very shoulders.” Kylo advances you like a midnight storm and you fight to stand your ground.

“I have grown terribly bored of this place,” You say, “Perhaps even death might be more eventful then whatever you are, Kylo.”

Before Hux is able to make his escape Kylo grabs at your throat, encircling his hand around your skin like a vice until he is forcing you to look at Hux ahead of you.

"This is what you want?" He isn't speaking to you but to Hux, pushing your cheeks together in a painful display of humiliation. "This is what's been plaguing that mind of yours-"

"I've no time for this-"

The very last thing Hux is able to see before he leaves Kylo's quarters, is your frightened eyes and Kylo looming behind you. A mere mouse being imprisoned by a God.

You make the mistake of thinking that Hux's absence might soften Kylo's resolve, but your time as his captive should have let you know that there was nothing soft about this man. Nothing at all.

"You should be grateful, you know that?" His lips graze your head and you're suddenly hyper aware of his proximity.

You're hyper aware of the closed metal doors that were probably being guarded by a pair of heavily armed stormtroopers. There is no escaping the clutches of this monster behind you.

And yet; you still find yourself scoffing, "I should be grateful?" You ask, hoping to assimilate every shred of confidence you had left, "I should be grateful to be your prisoner-" you wince when his grip on your jaw tightens and he's wrenching your face until you're craning your neck backwards to face him.

Large, looming, and completely fucking livid.

"You should be grateful that you're still fucking breathing, you brat-"

And then, a very strange thing occurs.

Since the moment Kylo had wrangled you off your home planet, you had sworn to be nothing but defiant. In honour of everything you stood for, you would never let him see you weak and yet here you are, carelessly allowing the faintest of whimpers to slip through quivering lips.

The sound confuses Kylo initially. In fact, he cranes your head back further, not caring whether you were comfortable or not as he bends down, appearing to inspect your mouth for that peculiar sound further. He squeezes your cheeks lightly, prodding the round tissues of fat as if fervently trying to search for whatever button might allow for that little sound to spill from your lips again.

"How completely and utterly curious-"

"You're fucking hurting my neck-" the fire returns and with it, comes your will to wrench your face out of his grip. You're only able to get free because he lets you and you know this.

"What..." Kylo bends even lower towards you and you turn your head to face the blank wall ahead of you. Evading eye contact with this man was nothing if not crucial. "What was that sound you just made-"

"It appears as though hearing nothing but the cries of utter doom and damnation has defamiliarized you to the sound of pleasure, Ren-"

Your breath is wiped clean from your throat not even a second later when you steal a look downwards at a gloved hand interlocking itself around your throat once more. Seemingly his favourite place.

"All the praises that could fall from your mouth..." Kylo drawls before pressing himself firmly against your backside, "All that you could say to worship the hand that feeds you and you still choose to be insolent-"

You try to escape his death grip but he doesn't let you out this time around. All you can do is be thankful that he had the decency to allow you to breathe.

"That's all you fucking know how to do right," Kylo's lips are at your ear and your knees buckle. "Insolence. Insolence. Insolence." Your legs give out, but before you're able to topple to the ground in a puddle of your own lustful perversions, his other hand curls around your waist, keeping you firmly pressed against his front.

“Today's the day you fucking obey," he whispers, "Understand?"

"I-I-”

Kylo is not sure how he does it, or why he does it, or where he got the understanding to do it, but his hand makes its very slow descent from your collarbone, to the spot right above your pillowy breasts. Clad in nothing but your knee length tunic, a garment stitched with fibres indigenous to your homeplanet, you suddenly feel incredibly naked and incredibly exposed. What was once an act of rebellion, is now your undoing.

"There is a way to make you disobey isn't there?" You can hear him becoming excited. "Every cattle has their price. What's yours?" Before you're able to turn and possibly beg for some sort of mercy, he's already in there. The stuff Kylo sees digging around in your mind, is enough to have him staring off into hyperspace. His eyes are trained on nothing at all as he rapes your most memories and most private desires. All while drawing you impossibly closer, until his mouth was buried in your hair and his hand was closing around your left breast. You squirm underneath him until finally, he's released from your stupor.

You did not dare turn around to look at him, in fear of seeing his dark eyes dilated with enlightenment.

"How barbaric." He whispers. "That's what I have to do in order to get you to listen to me,"

"I-I don't know what you're-"

"Open your mouth." Before you're ever able to interject even a single word, Kylo's hand is digging into the skin of your jaw, "Do I have to do it for you- open your mouth-" He wrenches your mouth open and cranes your neck back once more.

"That's it," You're absolutely frightened to see the violence that has darkened those irises. This is the look that's shielded behind the mask during times of battle. This is that look no one got to see.

Yet here you were.

"You're so fucking filthy, you know that?" You're nodding before your brain is aware of it, "You're a filthy, perverted little creature," one by one, your inhibitions slipped away from you until you could feel yourself become completely and utterly dumb for him. Your mind becomes a tabula rasa as Kylo bends his heavy frame downwards, spitting directly into your open mouth. There it is. That whimper he wanted to hear so badly.

You're not even aware of his hand reaching around your front until he's parting your legs with determination. "Is this where you want me?" Your mouth hangs open and you look up at him glassy doe eyes as he cups your drenched heat. Kylo locks his full lips and presses his front impossibly closer to your backside. "This whole time I've needed to get you in line, and the answers been here this whole fucking time?" A gloved hand swipes your underwear to the side and the wind is completely knocked out of you when Kylo pushes his fingers in immediately. He fucks his fingers into you with zero restraint and zero preparation, and the roughness has your eyes nearly rolling to the back of your skull as you grow limp in his grip. Lucky for you he's so large, lucky for you he might as well be a stone wall behind you, letting you lean against him with your long legs spread wide for his absolute assault.

"Look at me." He says, holding you against him by your throat while his index and middle finger violate your soaking cunt. Despite his orders you're still a drunken, blundering mess with half lidded eyes, promising to keep you locked away in your pleasure.

"If you don't fucking look at me, I'll stop and you'll suffer." He squeezes your clit quite painfully, immediately bringing you out of hedonistic stupor-

"FUCK- WHAT THE FUCK-"

"Do you want me to stop?" He asks, with a note of cockiness that had your brows furrowing.

"Are you stupid?! Of course I don-" before the curse could even escape your mouth in its entirety, Kylo's blocking out your airways. You fight to scratch at his gloved grip around your throat but his grip is fucking metallic.

"Look at how docile you look when you're not running your mouth,"

Your insides were screaming for oxygen, yet your hips rut against his hand. Kylo slyly adds a third finger inside your slippery cunt. "What a whore," he whispers, causing you to fuck forward against his hand, nearly humping yourself to completion as the blood flow to your brain seems to stop completely. You need oxygen and you need to cum. You just don't know which you need more.

"You're nothing but fucking filth-"

Your mouth opens to let a moan escape but it never does, and Kylo watches your struggle with a pained expression of his own.

"F-Fuck, I've never seen anything so vile-"

You were slipping. Whether it was into unconsciousness or an orgasm you couldn't tell. "If you pass out I will fuck you," he whispers, "There's not fucking escaping me-"

And in that very moment, Kylo unlocks the invisible grip on your airways and suddenly you can breathe and cum. Almost immediately you're slipping into a violent, damn near supernatural orgasm that has you seeing every star in the known galaxy.

"F-FUCK- oh my-" You're rutting against his hand, tongue lolling out all while Kylo continues to fuck his fingers into your cunt.

"That's it," He whispers, "Cum for me, you useless fucking whore-" Every vile sliver of degradation causes a fresh wave of pleasure to roll through you until the first droplets of tears are rolling down your cheek.

"Don't fucking do that," he whispers, pulling you closer than ever, "Don't fucking do that unless you want me to fuck you right now-"

He watches the tears roll down your face and absolutely loses it. Now suddenly aware of his own cock aching in his pants.

"K-Kylo please-" You try to push his hand out of you but to no avail. "It's too much-"

But his eyes are shut, and your body is overcome by wave after wave of electrifying shivers. The pleasure quickly bleeds into the pain of being so heavily overstimulated but Kylo is lost in his own world now. He clutches you impossibly closer, mumering obscenities into your hair as he ruts against your ass and you fucking pray for it to be over. Your pussy is fucking spent and yet he's still keeping his hand there, as if driven by his own need to cum.

"You stupid fucking slut- look what you made me do-" He's rutting against your ass, eyes squeezed shut as his hips stutter, "F-Fuck-" the whimper that breaks his voice is utterly intoxicating and you find yourself slipping into another dry orgasm as Kylo pushes against you, cumming in his pants with various expletives falling from his pillowy lips. When your orgasm falls you beg him to let go of you and when he does, you topple to the floor.

Never in your life have you felt so weak. So spent. So utterly used.

Kylo does not spare you a glance when he turns around. "This is where you will reside from now on," he says with finality. Careful to let his voice relay how utterly broken he feels. Just as broken as you.

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melodygatesauthor · 1 year

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Since I know my baby loves Kylo Ren, let’s do smut prompt 33 “Oh, can you feel this?”

Inappropriate Use of the Force

Kylo Ren X Reader

Yes bb I DO love Kylo teehee. Just look at him! The hair, the eyebrows, all of it. Can't get enough haha. Thank you for the prompt <3 This also means that I've now officially written one prompt for each blorbo! Yay!

Tags/Warnings: NSFW, smut, p in v creampie, literal inappropriate use of the Force

Word Count: 486

“Yes, just like that.” Kylo groaned, fucking into your mouth.

You gagged over his large cock, feeling the girth stretching your lips. You held on to his hips for stability, gripping tightly. He was guiding you, hand on the side of your head. He brushed your cheek with his thumb softly. No matter how cruel he could be, he had a way of making you feel like you were the only thing that mattered in the whole galaxy.

You reached down between your legs, feeling your own arousal becoming unbearable. You plunged your fingers deep into your slick cunt, sliding them over your walls. Kylo looked down at you and smirked.

“What a desperate, needy little thing you are.” He cooed, never stopping his churning into your throat.

You saw his free hand start moving very slightly. You suddenly felt your hands, against their will, pinned behind your back firmly. You groaned over his length.

“Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you get what you need.” He was still carrying an air of amusement in his tone, “can you feel this?”

He continued shifting his fingers, and very quickly you felt something invisible and phallic filling your soaking wet channel. You pulled your mouth off his cock, expelling a loud moan into the room before he forced you back over it.

“Oh yes, it looks like you can.”

You were making a slew of primal sounds while you continued pleasing him. He continued moving the unseen cock deep inside of you, sliding it over your walls. You felt something else, another invisible Force snaking up your inner thigh and circling around your clit.

You squealed around his shaft, forcing a barely audible moan from his lips. Of course this would drive him crazy, seeing you, a completely muffled and moaning mess by his hand. It was an odd, but indescribably wonderful sensation to have your hole filled and clitoris flicked over while sucking Kylo Ren’s thick cock.

“Are you satisfied now?” He asked, exhaling sharply while you continued gagging over him.

All you could do was make an incoherent noise of approval while he kept going. At this rate, you weren’t going to last much longer, and by the way his cock was getting harder, you could tell he was close too. Within just moments, he was coming down your throat in thick, hot spurts.

He released your head, and you fell back to the ground, a moaning, wet mess while the invisible cock continued fucking you through your own orgasm. You had to scream, begging him to release you as you squirmed from oversensitivity until finally he let you go, collapsing into a heap on the floor.

He walked over and stood next to you, towering.

“Go clean yourself up, unless you want to meet with the Supreme Council looking like that?” One of his eyebrows quirked upward at the thought.

You smirked, “maybe I do.”

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leviathanspain · 10 months

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i just saw your guidelines , thank you!! sorry it flew right over my head, i appreciate you for directing me to the page when you responded :D

i have two ideas but you may choose which one interests you the most!! thank you again so much, i love your writing <3

would like a kylo ren x reader please, pronouns can be whatever you'd like but i prefer she/her. the point of view is up to you! i prefer second but i think you prefer third and/or first and i don't mind either or!

the first idea is kylo and y/n have been together for two years but it was kept within the first order and not public because kylo knew people (like the resistance) might use it against him. maybe during a fight between the first order and the resistance on a planet, y/n would get kidnapped by the resistance. this was finn's idea because he knows kylo has a significant other. what the resistance does with y/n is up to you, whether it be to lead kylo into some sort of trap, or to get information out of her, a mix of both... it's all up to you! finn knows that she's his only weakness. eventually kylo will save her. bonus points if she's in rough shape and in bad physical condition. kylo gets really upset because he thinks he’s doing a bad job keeping her safe and that he failed to protect her. angsty , self-loathing kylo but y/n trying to make him feel better.

the other idea has a bit of angst aspects as well but less action. it’s been about half a year or maybe even a year of kylo and y/n dating. everyone knows of his anger issues and tantrums. not even stormtroopers will want to be within 10 feet of him when he’s having an “episode”. the only person who would go up to him is y/n. one time kylo was so upset that he didn’t think before acting. when y/n went to calm him down he hurt her. nothing too physically harming , it hurt more emotionally than it did physically. maybe he yelled at her a lot and said things he didn’t mean , he could do anything. then she gets super upset and runs off to their shared quarters. he ends up finding her crying.

he’s never seen her cry or show weakness before.

you can pick one of the two!! thank you so much again and please , if these topics aren’t interesting , please tell me <3

stargirl

kylo ren x reader

synopsis: in your captivity, all you can think about is him, in love and in hate

a/n: anything in italics is a past memory, and i just combined the two into one, so i hope you like it!!

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you had wondered when you’d be interrogated. it was inevitable, you had been through enough war and fighting to know that whenever someone was kidnapped and held captive, they would be interrogated.

you had done it before, multiple times.

you couldn’t say that you hated it. the only dark part of your morality let you love what you’ve done. of course, having the pleased eye of kylo ren staring at you was also the encouragement you needed whenever you felt doubts.

the door had opened unexpectedly, you could hear the woosh, and immediately you closed your eyes in anger, “what is it?” you heard the footsteps of heavy boots, most likely a trooper or a knight.

you turned around and saw the opposing figure of one of the knights of ren. you raised your eyebrow and the knight cleared their throat, “master ren has been acting strange,” again they cleared their throat, anxiety waved off of them, “he’s been..” they trailed off and you inhaled slightly.

the knight exhaled, their shoulders dropping with relief at your reaction. this was nothing new. kylo had his fits of rage or tantrums where he was practically inconsolable.

after working with him so closely and developing more than just a friendship, you were well versed in the game of calming down kylo.

you waved the knight away, “i will be right there.” the knight nodded, gave a respectful bow and walked off.

there was a loud slam against your cell that awoke you. the pathetic excuse for a blanket fell of your shoulders as you sat up, wiping your eyes as you heard the cell door creak open, “let’s go.” a hand came up to your arms and pulled you up onto your feet. you would protest, but you stayed silent, keeping a calm face. but the man’s fingers dug into your arm, making it hard for you not to cry out.

you were hauled out of the cell and practically dragged to another room, nearly as small as the cell, you were pushed inside, made to sit at one of the only two chairs in the room.

you looked around, there was no sign of the rest of the resistance members. perhaps they were hiding their prisoners away from the others, obviously on purpo-

“you can stop trying to figure out where everyone else is.” he was tall, a younger looking man, his face whispered familiarity.

he pulled the chair out opposite of yours and sat down carefully, his eyes grazing over your face. you looked at him, not willing to break eye contact.

he smiled hard, almost menacingly, “isn’t this odd? we’ve met, many times before..i know you, but you don’t know me..” he trailed off, “y/n.”

your name peeked your attention. hardly anyone outside of the order knew your first name. only kylo, a few officers, and the knights knew your true name. but you were always referred to as iza’re, or iza’re ren.

you narrowed your eyes at the man, “get to the point. what do you want from the first order?” you were getting bored, and if this is how it’s going to be, you needed to cut it short.

“you don’t know who i am?” the man looked surprised to see you so nonchalant. as if your true name was supposed to be the key to everything.

you shrugged again, leaning your elbows on the table, you got close to his face, “you say that like i’m supposed to care. i won’t repeat myself again,” you hissed, “what do you want from the first order?”

“get out. all of you!” kylo ren’s anger exhibited itself in his voice, a large hand outstretched itself towards the door, the metal door heaved open with the force and the rest of the troopers filed out, quickly as can be.

fn-2187 stared at kylo ren. even under his mask, he could just imagine his expression. fn-2187 knew that the moment you had walked in, that this wasn’t going to end well.

he followed the rest of the troopers out to the hallway. there was a large window that allowed people to see in, and fn-2187 had walked slow so that he could end up in front of the window.

“you need to calm down.” you had been talking to kylo through the force the entire way here. he was being stubborn, unresponsive to your usual tactics, you realized that maybe this wouldn’t be like other times.

“kylo.” you called his name, his back was turned to you and you were dying in the silence.

“why can’t you ever just stay out of it?” kylo turned around on his heel, the dark fabric of his cape followed him, and he began to stalk towards you, “hmm? why do you always think that you can save the day? you’re pathetic. a pathetic excuse for a force user, a pathetic excuse for a soldier of the first order..” he listed off all your weaknesses in a cruel list, “i cant stand to look at you. you make me fucking sick.” he had stopped you cold against the wall. even just arms length away from you, you could feel the rage, feel the truth to his feelings radiate off of him.

you wanted to cry. right then and there, you wanted to ball yourself up and sob on the floor.

but you scrunched your face slightly, as if not to lose the nerve, “find me when you’re done being an asshole.” you didn’t even look at him as you stalked past him, glancing at the open window towards the troopers, who were all facing away from the window.

except for one.

“what do you mean you ‘think’? we’ve been holding her for days and you’ve been in there for hours, and that’s what you’ve come up with?” poe had been overseeing the interrogation, and it was clear that it was going nowhere.

“threatening to blow up starkiller base would get us somewhere if we actually could.” poe rubbed his face, the feeling of a headache was coming on.

“why can’t we?” finn stared at poe, and poe laughed, realizing that finn was being serious.

“are you sure it’s her? it couldn’t be someone else? another trooper, perhaps?” poe looked at finn, who sighed, “she’s the only one i’ve ever seen that close to ren. it’s gotta be her.”

kylo hadn’t thought to apologize. but you had been ignoring him for days, even going as far as having stormtroopers deliver messages.

he had had enough when he had tried to talk to you through the force, and felt nothing in response.

“are you done?” the sound of the metal door opening had you turning your neck to see kylo ren, helmet off, hair dishelved, stalking in.

he set his helmet down on your dining table and kicked his shoes off, “i asked you something.” he stared down at you, his eyes searching you for something back.

“really?” you come in here after the way you talked to me a few days ago and expect us to be fine?” you looked up from your data log and stood up, “you yelled at me, tore me apart, called me pathetic many times over-“

“i’m sorry.” kylo interrupted you, and his face softened. this was utterly unlike him.

“what?” your own voice sounded distant and you blinked. a hand flew to your chest to feel the beating heart inside, “did you just-“

“yes. i am sorry.” kylo walked over to you, and watched as your face broke, tears spilling as you walked into his arms.

silence and the sounds of your sniffles filled the room. all that you ever wanted from him was an apology, and he had finally done it.

“i swear to you,” kylo broke the silence, the quiet was drowned out by his husky voice, “that i will never do that to you again.”

“and you caught them..?” poe’s eyebrows knitted together with confusion. his pilot uniform jacket hung on the chair beside him, as he paced the room, “let’s rewind,”

finn nodded, and poe sighed, “you were sent down to give her a message,”

“it had something to do with the knights.” finn had tried to remember what exactly the message was about but it had been nearly two years since then.

“and instead kylo ren answered the door?” poe repeated the events and finn nodded. “are you sure it wasn’t his quarters and you’re just an idiot?”

finn’s expression fell and he rolled his eyes, “stormtroopers are supposed to know. it was her quarters, her name was in a blazing plaque outside the door.”

a knock at the door had interrupted you. kylo had stripped off his clothes, leaving only the thick black sweatpants on, but even then, they hung dangerously low on him.

you, on the other hand, barely had anything on.

“fuck.” you cursed, and stuffed whatever shirt you could find off the floor. just by the scent of it, you knew it was kylo’s, but you still shrugged it on. you got off the bed, trying to find some shoes but kylo grabbed your arm, “i’ll get it.”

he was already getting up, and even with your protests, it was too late.

“master ren!” the robotic voice of a trooper met your ears and you cringed. troopers talked, and this was definitely something to talk about. there was an exchange of words between the trooper and kylo, until finally, “you are dismissed, fn-2187.”

“that’s kind of hot, no?” poe had been staring a little too long at the wall, clearly imagining what finn had described.

finn’s face turned into a picture of disgust, “there is something wrong with you.”

“iza’re to starkiller base. iza’re to base, does anyone copy?” you were falling, and fast.

the resistance had been chasing you for almost an hour. you had tried to lose them in some astroid graveyard but they were on your ass, until they shot your ship.

“fuck! someone! iza’re to base!” your hands clutched at the controls as you felt your chest rise and fall with fear.

kylo was right. you should have never gone off alone.

“kylo! im just off the astroid chunks by naboo.” just as you had finished telling your location, the ships power shut off, and you felt yourself blackout as the ship began to fall harder.

kylo had them playback your voice. over and over again.

the fear in your voice had been seared into his mind for days. he had tried to reach you over the force but was met with nothing. the usual thrum of your power would at least let him know you were alive. but he felt sick when he felt nothing.

“and no one heard this until when?” kylo looked around at the table filled with officers and military personnel. they all had this look of stupidity on their faces that made kylo want to knock them all out cold.

“this morning-“ a staff spoke up, “we believe she was taken by the resistance.”

kylo’s hands smashed against the table, “this morning?! find her!” he yelled at the officers. he raised his hands and suddenly they were all clutching at their throats, “find her now or i will murder every single one of you until someone does.”

“she’s loyal.” rey had observed, watching you through the glass, she wondered if you could see them all, gawking at you.

“of course she is. she’s sleeping with the supreme leader of the first order.” poe commented, rolling his eyes slightly, “i say we just lie.”

finn turned towards poe, “didn’t you just say that we shouldn’t lie? you got all mad-“

poe shrugged, “i was a different person then. say that ren is dead, and the first order is ashes-“

“oh like she’ll believe that-“ finn replied sarcastically. he had his hands on his hips and stared at you.

you were looking off into the distance, totally unaware of them on the other side staring at you.

“she’ll know. you said she’s a force user, correct?” rey peered at you and finn nodded, “yes. why?”

“she’ll know we’re lying. she probably also knows that we can see her,” you turned suddenly, meeting their eyes, “-right through this glass..” rey trailed off, and poe whistled lowly.

“wow. this is embarrassing…” poe laughed nervously. finn laughed, patting his friends shoulder as he walked off.

kylo was close. he hadn’t realized until now that it was the distance muffling your power. he could feel you, a quiet thrum in his head, he knew you were close.

“kill anything and everyone. i don’t care- just get her out alive.” his instructions were incredibly clear to the knights and troopers. he wanted you more than he wanted the resistance gone.

“so..” he had been trying to get you to talk for almost thirty minutes now. unlike his friend, this one seemed to be a little dull. “what’s between you and ren?”

you raised your head, and narrowed your gaze, “you mean my superior, the supreme leader kylo ren?” you were so serious that poe had to think about it before nodding weakly.

“nothing. bring me the trooper. fn-2187, is it? at least he knew what kind of questions to ask..” you waved a hand, dismissively towards the man and turned away, hoping he would leave.

“oh my god.” poe let the words escape as he shut the door behind him, “i don’t know what he sees in her-“ he looked at finn, “she’s asking for you. like specifically for you.” he raised his eyebrows at finn, who laughed in shock.

rey looked at the men, “don’t tell me you’re going to go in there.” she held up a hand to finn and he shrugged, “what else should we do?”

rey sighed, “give her up? she’s clearly nobody to ren, maybe finn was wrong.”

kylo ren had blown up half of the resistance base. he had felt nothing as he did so, and nothing more as he stepped off his ship, and hauled ass to wherever the hell you were.

he tried to use his own force powers to try and locate you, cutting down anyone that tried to fight him.

but it was worth nothing. nothing drove kylo ren more than you, and he would find you even if it killed him.

the argument between poe and finn had barely lasted before the emergency alarm had gone off. shouts echoed down the hall and they all began to run.

troopers were all over the place, blasters were shooting at everyone and they knew this was kylo.

“maybe finn was right..” rey looked at the men with a sheepish smile, and finn rolled his eyes, “get down!” he shouted at rey, who just barely ducked the blast that was shot towards her.

“if it’s him then shouldn’t someone go fend him off?” finn stared at poe and rey, as if waiting for one of them to volunteer.

poe shrugged, “i don’t think she’s worth it. barely talked.” finn didn’t even bother arguing when rey began to agree.

you could hear the sounds of a fight through the door. you couldn’t see through the glass window, but you could just imagine it.

the door opened and you half expected to see one of the two guys who had been interrogating you. but instead there he was.

wearing his usual all black, kylo cut down the room and immediately opened his arms, pulling you into them. “y/n..oh y/n.” there was a sigh of relief as you wrapped your arms around him.

you were crying.

this entire time you had forced yourself not to cry, not to show emotion. perhaps you had saved it for this moment. “kylo.” his name rolled off your tongue, “im sorry.”

kylo shook his head, “don’t. it’s all my fault. i should’ve just gone out there with you.” he scolded himself, shaking his head as he thought back to what he could’ve done.

“no. don’t. you always do that, you take responsibility for a decision i made.” you hugged him even tighter, “don’t. okay. just don’t.”

kylo didn’t even protest, he just held you all the more tighter in his arms.

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the-tales-of-ren · 2 months

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Asking you out on a date

Pairing: Kylo Ren x reader

Warnings: None

Requested: @obessionprofessional

Request:

Hi! Since you’re taking requests, would you be okay to write a fic about Kylo asking a female reader on a date? It could be the other way around, too! I hope you have a quick recovery!

Note: I made this into HC list, I hope that’s okay!

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• Kylo Ren may act cold and distant towards you more so than everyone else, but that’s because he doesn’t know how to expression feelings without risking ruining his reputation around the First Order

• Therefore, that fails him to think of any ways to properly ask you out without possibly putting your life at risk of Snoke

• Being cold and distant was just his way of protecting you in the beginning

• But that all changes when Kylo becomes supreme leader of the First Order

• It wasn’t until after defeating Snoke and Rey escaping back to the Resistance did Kylo how much more freedom he gained taking place as the new supreme leader, he was free to do as he wished

• The very first thing Kylo did in his new position was finding you and explaining to you that he was now the supreme leader and the explanation was followed by him asking you out on a date

• At first, you thought it was a joke. Not of him defeating Snoke but the part where he was asking you on a date, but than you saw the glimpse of sincerity in his eyes.

• Of course you had accepted. In your heart, you would have accepted even if he wasn’t the supreme leader, you still would have agreed

• Though Kylo was cold and distant towards you in the beginning, that didn’t stop you from falling for the masked man. You understand that he had to have a reason for why he was the way he was towards you and you were quite right about that

• After how well things went on the first date, Kylo had made a promise to you and himself that he would never again treat you as if you were simply nothing

• Not much was done on the first date, it was mostly just the two of you hanging out and getting to know each other better while finding things in common

• You were from the planet Earth and shared many funny childhood stories of your life there. The one he got a crack out of was the story of a raccoon you and your friend supposedly thought was dead after seeing a fly crawling around its eye as it got up and the two of you as you were walking home from school together

• That story had given Kylo a laugh he hadn’t had in a good long while, it was a laugh he needed and he couldn’t be any more pleased than to receive it from you, the one he loves

• Ever since the first date, you both became inseparable and even with Snoke now gone, Kylo was always careful about exposing your relationship

• Neither of you could afford the Resistance finding out and using it against you

• Kylo gets a little too overprotective

• If you think you can have a casual conversation with General Hux, you are sadly mistaken

• Even if he is your friend, Kylo doesn’t trust him and doesn’t like him around you

• The only other person he really trusts to be around you in the order is captain Phasma

• Kylo is just thinking of your safety and wants to keep you protected at all times because he loves you so much

• Losing you would be a nightmare come true

• Losing you would be very much like his own death sentence

• He can’t lose you

• He won’t

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ficthots · 8 months

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Bonded: Chapter Five

A/N: Well hello everyone! I know it has been a hot minute since I've posted. Life gets hectic every once in awhile and I apologize for my absence. The slow burn is getting better! As always let me know what you guys think and enjoy!

Word Count: 6.5K+

Chapter Four, Chapter Six

There was no sound explanation to what had happened the night before. It wracked your brain for days, producing a horribly eerie sense of paranoia. Constantly looking over your shoulder to see if someone, that man in particular, was lurking in a corner, memorizing your movements from afar.

You were careful to not mention the occurrence to either your ladies-in-waiting or an Order official like General Waylan. It was consuming you whole, the hair on the nape of your neck permanently standing at attention. You ended up trying to see if that drink of choice from dinner that evening all those nights ago was known for being a hallucinogen. Nothing. Perhaps after consuming it in large portions like you had? No. You had ended up reaching a dead end in your research.

It was proving difficult to sleep. Staying up at night, trying to see if there was a secret entrance to your room that perhaps only the Supreme Leader had access to. You had torn your room upside down the morning after the vision. Calista and Tamsyn were shocked when they entered your quarters and saw the state your room was in.

There were no clues, no hidden hatches, nothing to give way to an answer. Trying to plan the final open house of the season had been placed on the back burner for you. In fact, it wasn’t on your mind at all. Handing things over to Kenzoto manage for you while you tried to get to the bottom of this. To ease yourself back to a place of normalcy.

The worried whispers and gazes did not fall on deaf ears with you. You had heard them, listened to their explanations, and then went back on your own hunt. Another restless night was ahead of you, eyes wide open, staring at the darkened ceiling, mindlessly counting the tiles once again, when the familiar sensation from before washed over you.

Like being transported somewhere else while not moving an inch. The echoes of another voice and their thoughts bounced in your head. Your hands began trembling, sweat beading on your forehead and upper lip. Fear wracked your body, squeezing your eyes shut, trying to will this to stop.

“Dove? Are you awake?” You knew that voice, recognized it immediately. Refusing to open your eyes and see if he was the one standing at the foot of your bed, you lay completely still. Your heart was racing, the blood rushing in your ears still couldn’t drown out the voice that lingered behind.

After laying in silence for a fleeting moment, you thought he might have left or stopped whatever this was. Peeking your eyes open, your breath caught in your throat in a choked sob as you witnessed the towering figure looming over you.

Hand clamping down over your mouth, your eyes darted to the securely closed door, the servants entrance also still locked from the inside. How did he get into your room? Again?

Your weak and meager voice broke through the barrier, but it too registered just like his. A distant voice being carried through an open space that you could not recognize. “Wha-what do you want? How are you doing this?” Willing your voice to remain even and steady, you questioned him.

His eyes squinted, looking around before settling back on you. “Can you see my surroundings? I can’t see yours.” Shaking your head, you pulled your covers up slightly higher on your frame. “You-you’re in my room, Kylo. What do you mean you can’t see my surroundings?”

Irritation started to lick and seep into your words. He was the one who entered your space, frightening you in the dead of night, and now he was teasing and harassing you? Yet, he only hummed in contemplation as a response.

When you blinked again, your eyes darted to your door, hearing footsteps approaching on the other side. As you looked to where the shadow of him once was, he was gone, vanished entirely before your eyes. An entity of your imagination.

Your bedroom door flew open, a worried Layana standing in the doorway. “Em-empress, are you alright? Who were you speaking to?” She looked around at the room, seeing that you were entirely by yourself.

Shaking your head, you laid back down in utter disbelief. You didn’t respond to her, letting her leave on her own. You had turned and faced away from where she stood, staring out at the vast space before you.

You counted the ships leaving and entering the hangar to lull yourself to sleep that night. It didn’t work.

Pushing the food around on your plate, General Waylan spoke excitedly about something you had stopped listening to the moment he sat at your dining table. All you could think about was Kylo. How he had disappeared right before your eyes.

It reminded you of your fifth birthday party. Of course, growing up as a royal meant having more extravagant events, not silly childish birthday parties, but after too much begging your parents finally caved.

Entertainers from all over the galaxy were hired to put shows on for you and your friends in the palace gardens. The one that had drawn your attention most was someone who claimed to be a wielder of magic.

His silly tricks had done little to impress the princess, but he assured you he had saved the best for last. Putting a small creature into his bag, you couldn’t recall the words he used or the story he told, but your eyes blew wide when he turned the bag upside down and there was nothing in there.

A magician.

Perhaps that was what Kylo was. An odd hobby for the Supreme Leader, but maybe that’s what it was. A hobby of some sort? Yet, what did he mean he couldn’t see your surroundings? You knew that the Supreme Leader was odd. Secrets and rumors littered the Order and speaking honestly, the entire galaxy, about special abilities he possessed. You weren’t aware of what these powers were, but they were being used to seemingly stalk you at night.

It began to fill your thoughts. The idea that maybe magic was real. That there were in fact people around us that were able to wield the magic and bend it to their whim. All of those fairy tales could be true from your childhood bedtime tales.

Would Kylo be in a fairy tale though?

Dropping your fork to your plate, it left your mouth hurriedly. “General, what can you tell me about Kylo Red?” You had cut him off mid-sentence, startling him. His eyes fell down to his nearly empty plate, wiping his mouth with the cloth napkin before setting it back on the tabletop.

“What would you like to know, Empress?” Leaning back in the wooden chair, you shrugged. “What is that thing that sits on his hip?” He followed your lead, resting back in his chair casually. A small sigh escaped his lips before speaking. “A light saber.”

The word was foreign on your tongue. “Light saber? Is that a weapon?” It was one of the things you had noticed last night when he somehow visited you once more. It was bulky, but as you thought more of it, the more you realized it was always in his possession.

Waylan nodded. “Yes. It is a special type of weapon that only a select few individuals get to adorn.” Browns furrowing, you leaned forward on the table, eyeing the General. You didn’t mean to speak so bluntly, but you did. “Because of his powers, right?”

The General laughed, but agreed. “His powers, yes. They are not what you would describe as powers though. Do you know of the Force?” It rang a bell in the deep crevices of your memory, perhaps having learned about it in education long ago.

“I’ve heard of it, yes. He has the Force?” You weren’t even sure you were using the term correctly. General Waylaninterlinked his fingers, resting his hands on the cool wood of the table top, pushing his plate back. “The Supreme Leader is a Force user. Has been since he was just a child, but he uses the Force to aid him in his missions as the Supreme Leader.”

Gnawing on the inside of your cheek, you narrowed your eyes. “What can the Force do?” His head cocked at your question, obviously wondering where the sudden interest in the Force, let alone Kylo, was perplexing to him.

“Why? Do you have something in particular in mind?” Battling within yourself and wondering if you should just tell him, you ultimately decided to be as vague as possible. “Would it allow someone to be in a place where they are not?”

His aging hand rubbed at his graying beard, thinking it over in his head. “I’ve never heard of that. Why do you bring up that example?” Trying to mask your curious mind, you plastered a large smile on your face. “No, this is just fascinating to me and I am not well versed about the ways of the Force.”

General Waylan immediately bought your excuse. “Ah, well a curious mind you do indeed have, Empress.” The General departed only minutes prior, letting your thoughts consume you as you rushed off to your office.

You spent the next two days straight going through every book and file you could get your hands on. Yet, it all led to not. There was little to no information about the Force or the users at all. Only an occasional sentence here and there, buried deep within the contents of whatever you were perusing.

What did that leave you with then? What answers or rational conclusion could you come to with what little you had to go on?

Sleep deprivation.

That was all you could assume it was. Trying to reason and rationalize with yourself, you remembered watching him leave your residence just a bit prior to seeing him in the corner. It was a dream or a nightmare. More likely a hallucination than anything, but given it had happened two nights where you could admit being more than tired, your brain had given you this strange vision.

You had spent too much time dwelling on it. Even missing your mother’s departure just the day after the first hallucination. Kenzo’s plate had become loaded down with tasks that you had been all but neglecting during your obsessive rampage.

When you finally walked into your office, seeing Kenzo worriedly sorting through papers, electronic files, and you could see his data pad lighting up with various event tasks, you felt horrible for leaving this all to him for as long as you had. How long had it even been? A week? Two weeks? You didn’t have the slightest clue, but it didn’t matter.

Walking towards him, you grabbed a catalog sitting on the edge of the desk, you quickly flipped through it. “Ah, Empress, that is for-” you cut him off, pointing at the centerpiece. “We need forty of these ordered and expedited here. Is the guest list finalized? What have we decided in regards to catering?”

A breath of relief exhaled from Kenzo, standing from your seat and filling you in on all of the details you had missed. You sat in that chair for countless hours that night, making finalized plans and executing your decisions as quickly as possible.

The final event of the season was fastly approaching which meant hours, days, and weeks passed in a blur or lists, meetings, and trips. Not being able to recall the last night you had been able to sleep soundly in your own bed, enjoyed your own bath, or ate the food you so desperately craved.

Having missed the amount of time you had, it meant you were continuously playing catch up. Tasks that should have been handled weeks ago were still sitting at the top of your lists. Invitations sent late, but more confirmed attendees then the last meant hosting an event so large it was near record breaking for the Order.

A small blessing in disguise honestly. With you being as busy as you were meant that Kylo and you were not interacting. You simply weren’t around enough to bump into him, cross paths with him, anything of the like.

This was the event that was going to catapult you into the next phase of your work. A massive party, as many Order officials as possible to fill the halls of the magnificent venue you had chosen. Nearly every planet you could think of was sent an invitation to attend.

Nearly all had agreed.

Following this open house, you were going to be embarking on a galaxy tour. One that would take you to the farthest corners of the galaxy to observe where these individuals called home. Your list was growing so fast and so long you were worried you would never be able to finish.

The endless possibilities of these new and old alliances excited Order officials in away that you had never seen. Sharing your plans in your meetings, as you updated the ever growing list, eyebrows raised in surprise. Shock evident that you were capable of performing any duties at all to this magnitude.

When they day of had finally arrived, you were eager to get to the venue as quickly as possible and being placing orders on those who needed them most. There was no room for any mishaps or errors tonight. No, this was far too important for even the wrong serving utensils to be placed out.

Heading to the room designated as your getting ready spot, you would let one member do a section of your hair before removing yourself once again to double and triple check on every minute detail. You could easily tell that your ladies-in-waiting were growing frustrated with your antsy tendencies.

Finally, Tamsyn was able to glue you to your seat to begin finishing your touches for the evening before guests were due to arrive shortly. One final walk through before getting dressed, you were pleased to see the decorations almost completely put up around the ballroom. Finishing touches here and there were being completed right before your eyes and the breath of relief that escaped from your lungs was palpable in the room.

It was gorgeous. The dome that covered the dance floor was entirely made of glass, showcasing the wondrous lights of the skyscrapers that surrounded this ancient building. The suns beginning to set had wondrous colourscapes dancing through the glass ceiling setting the room in a warm glow.

While the building itself was large enough to house everyone, it would be tight fit, but the various hallways and gardens would be of great help. Large groups of workers ran around the building, putting final touches on what you pointed out to them. A slurry of specialized suits for the servers dashed around you when your head snapped to the side.

It was there again. The feeling that crawled under your skin and sat deep within your bones. Kylo was in your head again. You had no idea how he was able to do this, knowing he was somewhere else in the galaxy after declining to attend this event as well.

But he was there. Echoing into the blank corners of your mind. Your hands began to fidget, the color entirely draining from your features, unable to peel your eyes away from where they had instinctively gone to.

Calista appeared from behind, drawing you back to the present, and informed you that with the first guests set to arrive shortly, it was of utmost importance to get you dressed. You have no idea how you were able to walk away from where you had been standing, the connection that had been there gone just as it had appeared. Yet, it always left that feeling lingering behind.

There sat the breathtaking gray tulle gown, one shouldered, embellished with dazzling stars over the pillowy skirt. The gold of the stars left dazzling dust behind, trickling down the bodice and onto the top of the skirt. Layana had ensured your hair would be partially up, away from the shoulder of the gown, letting the features be showcased how they were meant to be. It had been custom made for you tonight to put your best foot forward as you encountered many a people who needed the best impression of you possible.

As the final touches were done to your hair, your dress placed on you perfectly, you couldn’t bring yourself to smile at the reflection in the mirror. Feeling as though he was there, standing directly behind you and watching your every move. No one else could see him, but you could. Eyes locked in the mirror. Your hand caught the shine of your simple band that had sat on your ring finger for months now.

Brow slightly furrowing, you moved your hand back and forth as it caught the light, his eyes followed yours as well. When you looked back up, he was gone. The girl quick chatter was mumbled in your ear canals. Your attention only able to feel the slim band as it weighed your hand down. A false facade to put on for the people of the galaxy. Although the marriage itself was in fact quite legal and true, the emotion and feelings were not.

No one knew that you had personally invited the Supreme Leader to the event the week before it was set to occur. You caught him after a committee meeting as he was leaving the room. All others had long since left, but you had stayed back, a small glimmer of hope in you. After announcing how many had planned to be in attendance, you were feeling proud and as though perhaps he too was impressed and would want to be present to see what this was going to entail.

A branch of some sort that you were placing between you both. Asking him to be there, thinking that all of these meetings and random visits over the several months you had been around meant something. What could they mean? That you did not know, but you were willing to find out. Had to find out. For your own sanity and childish hopefulness that still sat deep within.

He looked at you behind the black visor, unmoving before finally responding. “I leave for a mission the day before.” And with that, he left. Not another word muttered or thought. Crushing disappointment you had set yourself up for.

You tried not to think about the reality of your situation too often. The reality of your life. How you were married to a stranger of a person. A person you had seen without his helmet less than a handful of times. Who never showcased a flicker of emotion in the cold case of himself. Someone who hardly spoke to you, just nods as you passed in the halls of the Supremacy. A man who would never be by your side for these public nights. Important events that you had planned, but those details meant nothing to him. A monster that is your husband.

Jumping in your spot, you startled as Tam peeked her head in the door of your room. “Dove, we’re ready for you. Are you alright?” The shift in your demeanor was slim, but because of how long you had known one another, if you breathed the wrong way, she would know. Seeing you were off kilter, had been for weeks, she didn’t understand what was causing it. At times worse than others.

Nodding in response, you turned on your heel, making your way to the large staircase that would lead you to the heart of the party. The music was already loud, hearing the thunderous chatter of party goers, you smiled to yourself at the sound.

General Waylan offered to escort you that night which you gladly agreed to. Your matching gold headpiece was thin but stood at attention on your scalp. A small headband with a halo of stars to match the embellishments of your gown. Waylan offered sincere compliments, but as you began walking down the stairs, the music halted and cheers and clapping erupted below.

Your shocked expression turned to one of surprise as General Waylan began addressing the crowds after it had began dying down to listen to one of the most important men of the Order. One you were proud to call a friend.

“On behalf of the First Order we want to welcome you all to our open house, the final of the season!” More cheers, your own clapping being audible as you stood next to him. “However, I believe the greatest thanks and praise belong to you, Empress.” Turning his attention towards you, he continued on.

“For planning these wonderful events, where we can catch up with old friends, make many new ones, and build relationships that span the galaxy. Becoming one of the most adored faces of the Order, to you Empress, we owe many thanks.” As he finished his small speech, you gave a gracious grin to your friend.

Clearing your throat you began speaking. “Thank you for such kindness and your most generous words, General Waylan, they are not taken lightly. To you all,” turning to face the crowds, your smile only grew, “thank you for taking the time to come and visit after traveling from all across the galaxy, to be here tonight. Your friendship and partnership is the most valuable thing to myself, the Order, and my husband, the Supreme Leader. Please, enjoy the evening! I look forward to chatting with you all.”

Graciously accepting the biggest bow from the crowd and Order officials you had ever seen, you made your way down the final steps and were immediately engulfed in the swarm of people. It wouldn’t be for many hours until you would be able to catch your breath.

The evening was going off without a hitch. No arguments, fights, or anything of the like had happened meaning the heightened security you had ensured would be present was all for not. Engaging in more dancing than you thought possible, it seemed as each dance finished, you were swept up into another. The only reason you had gotten away now was because you claimed to needed to briefly step away to freshen yourself up.

Even still, claims on you for following dances had already been hastily made. These men knew that it was the only way to get your ear for a few uninterrupted minutes. Many under the impression you held the greatest influence over the Supreme Leader and whatever was relayed to you would eventually make its way back to him. How little they knew.

It also meant your feet were screaming in pain and begging for a few minutes of relief. Eyes scanning the crowd as you sipped from your goblet, you weren’t sure who you were looking for, but weren’t surprised when the disappointment wormed its way into your gut anyways.

Snapping out of your thoughts, a dashing older gentleman stood to your side. “Hello Empress.” His accent was thick, one you had never heard before. “Oh! Hello there.” His smooth complexion was not quite human, but not sure what other species he could be. One you had never set eyes on before.

His blonde hair was entirely slicked back, eyes all one deep black, no irises to be seen. He was older, but not old, perhaps middle aged if he were human. When he smiled at you, his teeth were not normal, but you did not want to appear rude and stare. “May I have this next dance, Empress? It seems as though this is the only time I’ve been able to spot you alone all night.”

Immediately agreeing, you let him take your arm and lead you towards the ballroom floor. Your heels echoed on the tiled floor as you once again found your spot in the lines. Directly centered as was the rule for the Empress, you began listening to his vague explanation of his home planet, instead more focused on his people.

“We are a prideful folk, very rooted in…tradition.” He was incredibly soft spoken, even toned, not a raise in his voice even as the music occasionally drowned him out. “Our traditions are what we base our daily living around. The teachings of the elders to us begins from birth and we then assume the role of the elders. It continues this way for all eternity. Our teachings come from the ancient scrolls,” it was at this moment you knew exactly what type of people they were.

Religious groups. Extremists that have been chased away by other societies. Not comfortable with their outrageous ideologies that were harmful to outsiders, they were banished to desolate planets that did not exist on maps. Instead, they live their lives planet hopping, trying to find the answers to ancient questions posed in their texts, killing any and all species and creatures that could stand in their way.

People you knew not to get involved with. Recalling the lessons from your adolescent education as Princess, your father made sure you knew the danger that lurked with these groups. They were rarely spotted in public, let alone at massive events like this. In fact, he was the only one you had seen so far.

Why was he here?

Noting that the dance was drawing to a close within the next minute, you knew the remainder of this traditional dance was finished in close quarters. Trying to remain impartial and calm, your chest was within a hair of his.

His gaze bore into yours, long hands cupping your elbows, growing tighter with each word that left his lips. “Make no mistake, Empress. We will stop at nothing to fulfill our prophecies.” As your eyes widened, beginning to try and pull away from the bruising grip that had began to hurt moments before, it all halted as screams echoed into the air around you.

It was a blur, all that happened next.

The creature’s hands tried to pull you with him, wherever he was going, but was unable to move you. The screams only grew louder as people began rushing all around you in a haste to evacuate the building. Wind filled the once enclosed space. The once glass dome was raining down from above in the most dangerous rainstorm you had ever encountered.

Except, it was not rain that lightly kissed your flesh, but instead tiny and large shards of glass that bit as they cascaded around you. In only another breath, the room spun fast, turning upside down as you tried to understand your surroundings.

Were you upside down?

Only for a brief moment as your back was pressed firmly against anothers. The material was familiar as it brushed along your arms and bare back. The scent you knew too well filled your senses. As you opened your eyes, turning your head to try and get a look at who this was, you had no chance.

Another breath, a new location. A pair of arms wrapped securely around your torso, having flown through the air at a speed you didn’t know was possible. You hadn’t even moved your legs. Your back collided with their chest.

It allowed you the perfect view of what was happening in the ballroom.

There he stood, back to you, but clearer than ever as to who your savior was. People stood rooted to their spots in fear at the sight of him while others rushed to leave the building as hastily as possible. Realizing now that all exit points were secured by none other than the Knights of Ren. There stood Ren himself.

His light saber ignited in a flash of fury, rising far above his head before moving down towards the man that had just been dancing with you only seconds prior. Your hands held firm to the forearms that rested on your stomach. Gasping as you saw the blonde head roll to the side of the room, the dark eyes looking directly at you.

Whoever held you began moving in a hurry with you still in his grasp, acting like you weighed nothing, just another weapon in his artillery. You knew it was a Knight you were with, but which one was still a mystery to you.

Attempting to catch your breath as you enter an unfamiliar ship, you finally croaked out a response. “Vic-Vicrul?Wha-what's happening? What wa-was that?” Your thoughts were coming out faster than you could speak, trying to catch your breath.

He ignored you entirely, getting the ship out of there as fast as humanly possible. Understanding that his main priority was getting you to safety, you couldn’t help but pester him with questions. All of which went unanswered.

What happened? Who was that? Why were you all there? How long had you been there? Why won’t you answer me? Is Kylo in danger and in need of help?

That last one had a small chuckle escape under his breath at your ridiculous questioning. While you were happy he thought this was a joking matter, you did not. “Victual, as your Empress I demand an answer! Now!” Your raised voice shook with seething anger, hands trembling as you tried to piece things together.

His masked head slowly turned towards you, only giving you this response before returning to utter silence. “The Supreme Leader did his duty.” You sat immediately after, stewing in your own silence, trying to understand what the hell that meant.

When you touched down on the Supremacy, you hurried towards your residence, but were met by your ladies’ worried and fearful expressions in a hallway. They embraced you hurriedly, Tamsyn cupping your cheeks and checking you for any serious wounds.

“Goodness, how are you? Are you okay? We need to bandage your arms, but otherwise are you okay? Thank the stars you aren’t more injured. We heard about the incident when they came and searched here.” Your brows drew inward at her words. “When who searched here?”

Layana spoke next. “The Knights. They searched here first before going to the event. Orders of the Supreme Leader they said.” Your jaw set, nostrils flaring in anger. Feeling your blood boiling, you pushed through the girls and continued towards your residence. They followed on your heels closely, badgering you with questions about the events that had transpired.

As you informed them of the evening, leaving out the heroic entry of Kylo, the girls worked slowly at removing all of the bits and pieces from your intricate hairstyle, excess jewelry, and gaudy makeup. Layana stood at attention when an Order official made her way into your chambers, requesting your lady in waiting.

When she reappeared only a minute later, her wide eyes were unsure of what to tell you. “Empress?” You hummed in response as Tamsyn went to pick your night clothes, Calista still trying to find all remaining pieces in your hair. Your headpiece had fallen from the crown of your head when Kylo had flipped you. “The Supreme Leader is here and has requested a private word with you.”

Eyes locking with hers in your vanity mirror, you nodded after a brief moment of silence from all in the room, sending all three of them out of your chambers via the servers entrance and announced he was allowed into your chambers. As he stepped into your room, the doorway was seemingly dwarfed by his presence.

His all black garb made him stand out from the white furniture and decor in your quarters. “Layana said you wished to speak with me?” You posed to him as you continued removing your hair from the styling, the pins that she had missed, but you could still feel.

“You are upset?” His calm and even tone hardly sounded like a question. Perhaps an observation of your motions and movements, which led him to believe you were…annoyed with him? The door was firmly shut behind him, you knew all workers in your quarters had filed out the second he stepped inside, so you went with your emotions.

Speaking through gritted teeth, your gaze never lifted to his. “Angry is more accurate.” He did not move, did not speak again, simply watching you. When your eyes finally bounced up to his, he took the chance to speak. “About?” Still no hint of emotion, seemingly staring into a droids face as your blood boiled over.

This was one of the longest conversations you had ever had with him. He was acting as though this was an entirely normal encounter between you two. As though he hadn’t cast you adrift the moment you were legally bound to him for the rest of your days.

Exploding in frustration, you decided this was your only chance to voice your complaints. Not knowing when if ever you would have another chance like this to speak privately with him where you held more control than ever before.

“About? You have got to be toying with me, Kylo! For star’s sake, I have everything to be angry about! How you knew the exact moment to be there when things went awry? The fact that for months and months I have been here and have been ignored and belittled by you and your men. Dealing with your ridiculous mood swings that border on child like behavior. The work I have been putting in here has been exhausting and you show not one ounce of appreciation or thanks. That I am your wife and have been treated as some commoner to you! We do not even reside in the same sector of the ship! We have dined together once before in our entirety of marriage. You dare ask me what I am angry about? Everything! I am angry about everything, Kylo!”

Catching your breath, you watched as his jaw clicked, knowing it took all restraint he had to not respond mid complaint. His nostrils flared in his own showing of irritation, prickling his skin as you hurled this information at him. Your anger still pummeled you, wanting to say more, but knowing it was best to keep still until he could respond. Knowing you had already signed your death warrant anyways by speaking to him in the fashion you had.

Yet, he was careful, taking his time to conjure up a response to you. Actively attempting not to anger you any more. A show of restraint he had never had to do before. One that he did not know he was even possible of exhibiting.

“Do you know about the Force?” Blinking rapidly, you were confused as to where this had come from. “The For-force? Yes, I have heard of the Force. What does this have to do with anything I just said.” He sat on the edge of the stool by your bed. Removing his gloves, he took his time before speaking again.

Setting his gloves next to him, his dark eyes watched your figure as he began speaking. “I am a Force user. Which means that I am capable of abilities that others do not have.” Your confusion was etched on your face, arms crossed over your chest, leaning on your vanity as you listened.

“It comes from my family lineage. My grandfather was the greatest Force user to ever exist. I will surpass him in that sense. That is my goal as Supreme Leader.” You didn’t have time to respond as he continued speaking. “The Force, at times, does things that make little to no sense. I try to make sense of these things by way of meditation. It is a large sector of my training. It is a large portion of my missions.” He was explaining things to you that you never thought he actually would take the time to speak with you about. You knew to remain silent to let him speak further. More than you had ever received from him before.

“There is a part of the Force called a bond. Do you know what a Force bond is, Empress?”

Shaking your head hesitantly, you saw him slightly nod before lightly sighing, jaw clicking one more. “It can happen between two Force sensitive individuals. It is rare when two people are connected in such a way via the Force. In fact, it is exceptionally rare.” He paused, as if he was trying to word things before talking again. Eyes locking on yours from the small distance you shared in the room, his nostrils flared. “It is entirely unheard of for it to happen between one Force user and one non-user, nor even remotely sensitive.”

Your heart was racing, pounding uncontrollably in your chest as you listened to his every word. His eyes never left your own, trying to determine your reaction despite your cool demeanor still.

His next words were ones you never expected to hear from anyone, let alone KyloRen. It was like everything had stopped at that moment, forever changing your life from that moment forward. “We are bonded. In a way that I do not understand. I was unaware of it until the day I landed on Bar'leth and it was…powerful.”

As your brain began connecting dots, Kylo continued through gritted teeth. “Too much. It distracted me,” you breathed out a response, sitting in your stool. “Which is why we did the private ceremony.” He only nodded, jaw set, before releasing a shaky breath.

“It has been distracting me ever since. I have fought with my entire being to ignore it, but during training and meditation it is all that occurs and fills my mind. When we were leaving on our mission there was something screaming at me that you were in some sort of danger. It was why I connected with you before you went downstairs, to check to see if everything was okay. It didn’t go away, even after I had seen you. I sent the Knight’s and troopers to search your residence and when they found nothing, we went to the event. Which is why we got there when we did.”

The explanation you had been waiting for. Fingers nervously picking at each other, you spoke in a hardly audible way. “Why did you not tell me this, Kylo?” He shot up from his seat, crossing the room to you, encroaching on your space. Your neck craned to keep eye contact with him as he approached you.

“Because I didn’t want to. I thought I could ignore it, but it will no longer let me.” Your eyes narrowed at him, a loud, exasperated breath expelling from your lungs. “What does this all mean? You tell me this elaborate tale of why I’ve been treated so poorly, because of some thing I’ve never heard of that we apparently are tied together from. What do you want me to do with this?” You spoke hurriedly, but halted when his warm hands grabbed yours.

He swallowed thickly, taking a beat before uttering his response. “To give me an opportunity to try again. I know not to ignore the Force.” You fought the tremble that was becoming present in your body, temperature spiking at what he was about to say to you.

“Can I try again, my Empress?”

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generalkenobee · 10 months

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"you can do it"

Warnings: SMUT, cock warming, riding, pinv penetration, FEM! Reader, praise, service dom! Kylo, sub! Reader, language, hair pulling, dumbafacation(idk how to spell that shit😭), let me know if I missed anything:)

"Kylo please..please move just-just a little please" you felt your stomach tighten and your walls clench down on his length

Kylo's lips rested on your neck "shh, calm down and watch your movie baby"

You let out a sigh caused by his response bringing your head off his shoulder to look at him, resting a hand on the side of his face, you kissed his plush lips softly "want you to sit here till my cock is nice and warm"

You groaned, you didn't know if you could do it..just sit here and not bounce up and down on him. Kylo thrusted up into you, bringing the blanket closer and let out a surprised moan

"sorry baby, just had to get comfortable" he smiled at you while lying

You tried your best not to hump him but you couldn't. You felt so full and content, it was so peaceful

Kylo let you pick the movie so you could lay in his lap while you watched your movie. You sat there, stuffed full of his cock watching a movie that you were looking forward to seeing but now couldn't care less about

"k-kylo-"

"baby, it's barely been 20 minutes you can do it"

You looked back at the screen resting on him "feel s' full.."

"I know you need me, you just couldn't get along without me "

He was right. You quite literally couldn't, there was no point in ever masterbating because your fingers were too small and didn't fill you the way he did. There were certain things you literally couldn't do without him

You couldn't ever pick out what you were going to wear, Kylo was there to tell you which outfit looked cuter on you. He was there to help you clean up the house and make dinner

And now you were here impaled on his cock, getting wetter by the minute.

Kylo's hips rutted up into you causing your whole body to be thrown up and back down"

"Kylo!"

"fuck..you were so good baby..can't take it anymore"

"mm Kylo please"

His hand went down to your pretty pearl drawing quick circles and your hands flew up to his hair pulling on it

"gonna be a good girl and cum for me?"

Idk this was kinda shit but I had to put something else out to show I'm not dead💖

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honeybubblebeeeeee · 8 months

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KYLO REN FLUFF HEAD CANNON

Having a sad boi hour and need to feel some love

You’re just having a generally off day. Tired even though you slept. Want to do something but nothing feels right. Hungry but can’t eat. One of those days.

You lay in the bed that you and Kylo share. He had been gone for a few days, out on some mission that you didn’t really know much about.

Being alone without Kylo had never really bothered you. You had friends, hobbies, things to do to occupy your time until his return but today just wasn’t a good day.

Neither was yesterday.

Or the day before.

Nothing bad necessarily happened. Everything just felt bad. Nothing felt right.

Kylo wasn’t supposed to return for another few days. Or so you thought.

As you laid watching the stars through the large bay window in your room you shared the bedroom door slid open. You sat up quickly to see Kylo striding towards you with his helmet on. You missed him dearly but even now you didn’t feel like anything.

He quickly cupped your face with gloved hands.

“My star, what is wrong? I have felt your sadness for a few days now. I came back as quickly as I could.”

Tears welled as he spoke. You didn’t know why you were crying. Everything just didn’t feel good.

He quickly pulled his gloves off and activated the mechanism on his helmet as he threw it aside on the floor with a thud, kicking off his boots and moving to the bed to pull you close.

You curled into him as he cooed at you, rocking you back and forth.

“Tell me what’s wrong my love. Please.”

His voice sounded hurt at the fact that you were suffering and he didn’t know what to do.

You choked back a sob as you tried to speak. “I-I don’t know… I just don’t feel well. Nothing feels good.”

He continued to rock you slowly as he kissed the top of your head.

“Are you sick? What hurts? Should I call the medical droid to come look at you?”

He moved as if to stand but you held onto his robes.

“No no I’m not sick I just… I don’t feel right. I don’t feel like myself. Nothing I usually enjoy feels fun.”

He cupped your face as he wiped away the tears that stained your face.

“I understand. How can I help my love? Is there something I can do?”

His eyes scanned your face trying to get any indication of what to do. He hated to see you not feeling well. The sorrow he felt through the bond only worried him more.

You sniffled and shrugged.

“Can we just lay here for a while? I missed you.”

He nodded and smiled softly as he softly kissed your lips. Pulling away and staring at your lips, then kissing them once more.

“Hold on.”

He picked you up, moving the covers back before placing you under them and pulling them over you. He kissed your forehead before shedding his robes down to his underwear and slipping under the covers on his side of the bed. He wasted no time pulling you against his chest as you curled under his chin. With your legs intertwined and his arms wrapped tightly around you, things felt still for a moment.

He whispered softly in your ear as you closed your eyes.

“I’m always here for you my star. You need only to call for me and I’ll come regardless of what corner of the galaxy I’m in.”

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beskarinhyperspace · 11 months

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A Ripple In Space

Silly girl, I need you alive..

More Chapters | Masterlist

1. More Air

*Mature, Explicit, NSFW*

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You have been kidnaped and brought on the finalizer where you meet the famous Kylo Ren. The one who brought so much fear and destruction to the galaxy. Not being able to know the truth about your identity, he keeps you imprisoned on his ship.

[Kylo Ren x femReader]

*Canon Divergence, slow burn, softdom, hurt/comfort

**Kylo is supreme leader, Rey? we don't know her..

Tags; slow burn, fluff, eventual smut, angst, comfort, touch starved kylo, fools in love, shy/insecure kylo, he needs a hug, feelings, top kylo ren, reader insert, no y/n, female reader, pet names.

+ Italics are thoughts. +

The night was cold, like all the previous ones you've had since you embarked on the finalizer. It was by far, the biggest ship you've seen from all your years fighting against the first order. You just wish you could explore it, especially since you’re trapped in a cell right now. All this big and spacious spaceship and you're stuck in this shoebox. You were sitting on the bed with your back against the wall when you hear a voice coming from across the room. “Hey, get up..” and you do, walking towards the door. Gawking at the sight of the two stormtroopers waiting for you. One of them unclips a pair of handcuffs off his tool belt. Which makes you roll your eyes to the sight of them. Sighing as you present your wrists so they can put it on you. Wondering where they were taking you this time. You never knew what leaving the cell had in store for you. Maybe today was finally the day you get to walk out free or worst, killed. As you begin to walk, your feet felt heavy navigating the corridors as you follow their fast pace. You didn’t get the chance of coming out of your cell very often, so you didn't really know what to expect on this ship. Especially since you've been here for months and nothing major has happened yet. It doesn't help that no one is giving you any information. Only getting the essentials. Food, water and a shower here and there. You see the soldier on your left pressing a button on his arm. Feeling a bit nervous arriving in front of a massive double door entrance, parting as you were approaching it.

The room was echoing, windows were covering the walls almost in its entirety. You were able to see ships arriving and departing the docking station from the other side of the vessel. The room was dark and mostly empty. There was a sofa back to the wall near the door and a desk with only two seats in front of it. Walking closer to the desk, you see a tall man standing near it. Staring outside the window facing the view in front of him.

The man was broad and intimidating. Everything he was wearing was black and made of leather except for his cape who seemed to be made of wool. As you are approaching, he turns around slowly. Immediately you noticing the mask covering the man's face. You try to swallow your nervousness, but it’s getting stuck in your throat. It’s him..

“The one you asked for, sir.” one of the soldiers say.

The stoic man simply nods to the troopers who are now walking away. Your hands were getting wetter as they left, leaving you alone in this grand, dark and empty room with him. He remained silent as he walks towards you. Looking at you up and down. You felt scared, but mostly uncomfortable by his awkward gaze. “Why am I here?” you finally ask, no longer able to keep the tension going.

He tilts his head, “why do you think you’re here?” speaking through his modulator in a calm yet playful way.

“I don’t know you tell me.” Slowly getting impatient. You were on edge by the lack of clues you're getting in this hell hole.

He takes a hand, coming closer to your face and closed his eyes as he starts to focus. What is he doing? He's freaking you out. Suddenly you feel it tingling. A vibration trying to push itself into your mind. What is this? You hold as much as you can. Is he the one doing this? After a moment, realizing that he can't get inside your head. He looked surprised, almost shocked but he can't let you know that. “I know what you are and what you do. I know everything there is to know about you.” he claims firmly.

Your eyes rounds up to his words. If he knows, you need to warn the others. So many lives could be at risk. You need to play dumb, say something.. “I think you have the wrong person here sir. I don't even know what you're after.” You reply trying really hard not to cough as you feel the anxiety coming back to your throat.

In a quick movement, he throws his arm up, extending it in your direction. You begin to feel a weird sensation passing on your stomach before it slowly moves to your chest. The warm yet soft touch, crawls upward to envelop your throat. You can feel it tightened as you’re being dragged across the floor. Having no control over your body whatsoever before it brings you right in front of him. Floating mid-air, feet slightly above ground. The invisible force around your neck was preventing you from breathing. Feeling your chest compressing as you try to reach out for air. He holds his hand firmly in your direction before he starts to walk towards you. “Do you take me for a fool?” voice laced with anger. You couldn't place a single word even if you wanted to. Your face was becoming redder by the second from the lack of oxygen in your lungs. On another hand, the supreme leader seemed to be enjoying watching you suffer at his mercy. “You and your little friends won’t be the end of me. Mark my words, I will kill them, I will kill them all!” He yells out to you. His voice-corder cracking to the intensity of his outburst. You were still struggling to breathe. Panicking as you were trying to remove the invisible hand wrapped around your throat.

Noticing that your breathing is slowly slowing down. He lets go of his grip as he's watching you fall to your hands and knees. No longer in the air, you were desperately searching for your breath. Feeling your throat dry and in pain, you cough a couple of times before speaking. “Sir, no one wants to come at you..”

“What are you talking about?” He asks confused.

You look at him from below, taking a deep breath before pulling yourself back up on your feet. “I’m saying that everybody is scared of you, why would anyone try to come directly at you..” saying to him as if it wasn't obvious.

Which pissed him off more, “That’s not what my sources have told me. If you want to get out of here alive, I suggest you change your attitude.” Now moving closer to you. He gently pushes a fallen strand of hair framing your face, back. You can hear the static of his modulator as he whispers softly into your ear, “It would be such a shame to kill such a pretty girl, but I wouldn’t hesitate..”

You felt incredibly small and powerless as you try to control your shaking body. Why do you suddenly feel so hot? It's not like you knew what he looked like underneath his mask. Maybe he was ugly, could you imagine feeling this kind of way about a super old crispy man. Chills were rising up your back. While you were anxiously trying to recenter yourself, all you could hear were his muted modulated chuckles. “That’s enough for today.” he says, pressing a button on his arm. The hissing sound of the door sliding open echoed in the room, seeing the same soldiers reappear. “Take the girl back.” He orders them cold and firm.

As he’s about to turn around you can see him moving his fingers slowly. Feeling the same previous sensation going down on your stomach before it moves to the side of your hip and thigh. You don’t have time to process what is happening as you’re being quickly picked up from under both of your arms. Your feet didn’t touch ground once as you were dragged back into your cell.

Being thrown inside of it, you see a plate of food waiting for you. Although upon seeing the supreme leader today, you were now more afraid than ever to eat it. Scared it might've been poisoned but you didn’t care. You had too many emotions going on inside of you to have any kind of appetite right now. As you move directly towards the bed, you get under the covers before hiding yourself fully underneath. The complete silence of your prison cell was making you crazy. What do I do? What can I do? He might be wrong about a detail or two, but he knew you did something and that is still too much for him to know. You cry as you start to shiver a little. The room wasn’t even that cold anymore, but you couldn’t help it. Feeling completely drained by your day. You could’ve died today, and no one would’ve have known since no one knew where you were. All you could think about was your sister. Wondering if she was okay. You knew she was probably at home well and alive. Trying to convince yourself of that fact was doing very little to comfort you. You were way too overwhelmed to have any rational thoughts right now. The lack of human contact and basic needs were killing you inside. The last time you saw her was two, three months ago? You didn’t even know how long you’ve been here. Having no clear indication of time really played with your sanity at this point. The days were all starting to blend together but tonight thinking about her helped a little.

Three days has gone by since you touched the food, they brought to you in daily. On a normal day, you just stayed in bed creating songs or searching for flaws inside the cell. There was a small window letting you see the outside, but the ship hasn’t really moved. Which gave you the same view for days now. You were talking to yourself aloud when you see a stormtrooper enter your cell. He tilts his helmets looking at you before walking around the tight space. Looking like a mad man as he searches out your bunk. Throwing the covers off your bed as well as the mattress. Shocked and in fear, you try to make yourself as small as you possibly can. Pushing yourself back into a tight corner. Trying to remain calm as he does his checkup, not wanting to interfere. “All clear.” you hear him speak simultaneously pressing a command on the side of his helmet. You watch him walk away relieved as you let out a blow of air. You don’t know what he was looking for but you’re for sure happy they didn’t find it here. That was the first time something like this ever happened since you're here. Useless to say that you were freaking the fuck out. After a moment of attempting to relax and calm yourself down. You thought that refusing food would've been harder. Dying by famine was probably not your best way out but you were content with it. You just wished you could see your sister one more time before leaving. On another hand you'll see your parents again which you miss painfully. You had less energy as time went by, so you tried to move as little as possible to conserve your energy. Lost in your thoughts, you jump as you hear the swooshing of your cell door sliding open again. Forcing you to straight up to the guard who doesn’t need to talk for you to understand as he shows you a pair of handcuffs in his hand.

Once they were on, you start walking the corridors. Curiously looking at the other troopers roaming the ship. You recognize the path you were taking. It is the same one you previously used to see the Supreme Leader. Quickly recollecting what happened the last time you were in his office. His hand chocking you as you were floating in the fucking air. That’s it I’m going to die tonight..

Arriving in front of the grand double doors, the soldier's halts. The one on your right moves his hands closer to your arms, removing your restraints. Gesturing with his helmet to get inside. Are they not going to follow you inside? Now this is weird, you truly have no idea what to expect anymore. He probably regrets not killing you the last time he had the chance. Maybe he simply wants to talk to you. That's a possibility, right? Either way you were stressed. You didn’t want to find out, you didn't want to be here at all. If you were to die on this ship, you'd prefer it to be alone, safe and peacefully thinking about your loved ones.

As you walk inside the darkly dimmed room, you slowly move cautiously. Hearing the supreme leader breathes as if he was near you. Although you can clearly see him from across the room. He was looking outside the window just like the last time you were here.

“Why are you not eating?” voice cracking from the electronics of his voice-corder.

You stay firm, trying not to show fear, “Is this what this is about? Why do you care if I live or..”

He turns around sharply cutting you off, “Silly girl, I need you alive..” now raising his voice at you.

You roll your eyes to him before he starts rushing towards you. Coming to you way closer than you would've liked. You prepare yourself to choke as you see his hand moving towards your face. Your blood becoming cold to the knowledge of your apparent death. Dropping a single tear along your cheek thinking about your sister, leaving her to be reunited with your parents.

Instead, you see him bring his finger up to catch it. Talking low and soft in contrast to his previous outburst. “I’ve been trying to read your mind, but you’ve seemed to have closed yourself to the outside. Sadly, I don’t know if I was misinformed by my sources but until I find out, I need you to eat and keep your attitude in check. Surely you can manage to do that?" asking you as he pushes your hair off your shoulder. You don’t dare to speak, simply nodding as a confirmation. Maker how long will he keep you here? He takes his thumb to softly caress your bottom lip with the tip of his gloved fingers before quickly pulling his hand away, clenching it into a fist.

You can hear the crinkling of the leather. As he’s about to turn away, you stop him, “Then why have you tried to kill me last time..”

He stays still, puzzled by your question. “Why do you have a death wish?”

You can hear the smile in his tone as you keep yours neutral. If you're trapped on this ship you need to find out why. Yes, he can't read your mind but why does he need to anyway? You can't possibly be this valuable to him. Maybe you can make him open up by pushing him a little. “I don’t, but I would’ve liked to see the face of my killer before I die..”

He tenses up to your statement not knowing what to really think of it. “Is there a problem with my helmet pretty girl?” asking arrogantly.

Did he just call you pretty? No stop that, you need to stay focus here. You lock your eyes to were you think his are through the helmet. “No, I just think that only cowards cover their faces. Especially when they kill..”

You hear him breathing hot and heavy. Thinking that you've finally done it. He’s going to lose it and kill you on sight. Instead, he removes his helmet in a quick single motion. His eyes looked tired with bag under them, pained as he’s staring into yours intensely. You wondered what happened to him. His eyes were so soft yet so lost. Your face starts to relax as he remains silent. Giving you time to observe and analyze him like he did with you. His lips were twitching as if he was fighting to stay calm. When he sees yours slightly parting as if you’re about to speak, he begins walking straight to you. His cape moving stiffly behind him. Now being able to smell him from the proximity. You were probably too afraid last time to notice it. Smelling a clean scent mixed with leather and metal as he gets closer to you.

“Are you satisfied?” he demands, his voice vibrating and shaking a little. Oh yeah, he's anxious..

You only nod to him in response. You had to admit, he was truly something. You were honestly stunned by his features. How can he be this beautiful? That can't be the supreme leader, right? He wasn't old like you did previously guess. No, you were wrong, he was actually cute. He seemed a bit older than you which you didn't really mind. He had long raven hair going almost to his shoulders. His curls looked soft even pushed back away from his face. He was large and tall, especially compared to you. Slowly leaning to your lips, you feel his breath tingling your jaw as you close your eyes. You don't know why but you're ready to let him do whatever he's about to do.

“Good” he replies simply quickly pulling himself away.

You open your eyes extremely confused. Did I do something wrong?

“Come get the girl..” You hear him speak eagerly between breaths into his wrist.

In a matter of seconds, you see the doors opening while he stays unmoved. Taking a moment to stare at you before putting his helmet back on, turning away to go back to his past position. You try to stop the soldiers from picking you up like last time, but they still do. You protest saying that you can walk by yourself and that they're hurting you but one of them reaches to his hip. Unclipping a glowing stick from his belt. All you can hear is the quick sound of electricity before letting out a cry of pain. The adrenaline caused by the high frequency voltage was debilitating. Making you fall automatically to the ground, moving your knees instinctively fast to your stomach. As the guard was about to strike you with another hit, you hear the static of a modulated voice. “What are you doing !?” He yells to the soldier.

The man appeared lost, not knowing what he did wrong as he looks to his partner. The supreme leader extends his arm, throwing him into the wall before turning to look at the other. “Just bring her back..” He orders him, speaking through his teeth angrily.

Back into your cell, you were lying on your bed trying to calm yourself down. You were still feeling dizzy from the attack. Although all you could think about was the supreme leader. He was leaving you with more questions than answers. He was hot, then cold.. He almost killed you, but then he needs you alive. He is violent but then talks to you softly. The way he looked at you, you could've sworn he wanted something from you or was it all in your head?

What does he want?

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My Roman Empire 🥹

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srorgana1 · 29 days

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Angel Eyes

Rock Star Kylo Ren x Reader/Knights of Ren

TW: Rough Sex, Spanking, Dirty Talk, "cheating", Roleplay

A spicy one shot from the Into the Reverb Universe in which Kylo and Y/N change it up on a special day.

I hope you all enjoy ❤️

A huge thanks to my beautiful friend and Beta @mrs-zimmerman ❤️ i love you girlfriend

Kylo grunts as he moves the sander across the wood, careful not to overwork the edges and sides he had just finished. He squints, looking for imperfections in the wood as the afternoon sunshine pours in through the floor to ceiling windows. He stands and stretches his back, giving his aching muscles a reprieve from being hunched over for so long.

He lets out a groan as he raises his arms above his head, further relieving the pressure. They flex and loosen up below his thin company t-shirt. He personally relishes in the burn of a hard day's work, knowing that he will then be rewarded with more pronounced muscles that are quite pleasing to the eye.

Maybe she will like them, he thinks as he fixes his safety glasses. They have been in each other's orbit since the start of the project, a full kitchen reno. He and his company are the top in LA and he is well compensated for his talent and skill as a craftsman. He didn't expect anything different when he came to the in-home consultation, but he was so very wrong when they were disturbed by the most beautiful woman he has ever seen strolling in in nothing but a very sensual sports bra and yoga pants set.

He remembers having to keep his jealousy in check when this perfect female specimen strolled over and kissed that arrogant asshole who he had been talking to for the last hour. But then she looked at him and he knew instantly she wanted him. He could see it in her eyes, how they darkened as they skipped along his muscles and tattoos.

It's been almost two months since then and they are still playing this game. He still catches her at times looking at him, lust clouding her gaze. He chuckles lowly as he turns the sander off. He knows she likes what she sees, that's for sure.

She wants him, he knows it but he has to play this right. He has to let that sweet piece of ass come to him. He can be patient. It’ll be ten times sweeter when she does, desperate for what he can give her. When she does, oh when she does he will defile her so bad and fuck her so hard and deep she will feel him a month from now. Honestly he wouldn’t even care or stop if her husband showed up. He would smile like a madman and go harder just to show him who the real man is around here.

Fuck he's hard now and hot. How did it get so fucking hot in here? He can feel the sweat dripping off him, some of it fogging up his safety glasses. He stands and wipes his face with his shirt. It's soaked through. Damn, must have been working much harder than he thought, totally distracted by his dirty fantasy.

He makes an impulsive decision and removes it, sighing in relief as the air hits his bare skin. He removes his safety glasses and puts them up on his head for safe keeping as he goes to find a towel in the guest bathroom he has been allowed to use. He steps back out when he catches the sound of the front door closing and the sound of small steps heading towards him.

He holds back a groan as her perfume begins to float in the air, an alluring mix of floral, patchouli and vanilla. He doesn’t know the brand nor does he care, but he does know he wants to find all those secret spots that would taste like that. He shivers at the thought as he sees her enter the large main living space.

She is distracted by her phone and bags, unaware of his company. He stares and waits for her to acknowledge him. “Oh I didn’t know you were here” her surprised voice says behind him. He can literally feel her eyes on him, appraising his bare upper body. He fights off another shiver, setting a bored and unamused expression on his face before he turns to face her.

She looks like temptation incarnate. Her curvy but trim figure is perfectly accentuated by her black sheath dress with cropped leather jacket. He wants to take a bite out of those juicy curves and make her squirm and squeal. Her hair is perfectly styled as always in a sleek ponytail, calling him to grab it tight and tug at it as he sucks bruises into her skin.

But it's her eyes, her angelic eyes are his undoing. They ensnare him in their doe like expressive nature, calling him to fall into them and never resurface. Suddenly all he wants is to see how they would look when they are all scrunched up and teary from overwhelming pleasure he and only he can give her.

Even so, he cannot show weakness. If he does, she will know she has him by the balls. He needs to show her he is in charge. He stares her down as her eyes unabashedly take him in, all heavy muscle and tattooed lines. “My truck was outside '' he says in an unamused voice, crossing his arms across his chest.

She takes a step forward, kicking off her beaded sandals and continues her unabashed appraisal of him. “Is that so? Well glad I'm getting my money's worth” she croons out, placing her bags onto the kitchen island. Her eyes never leave him as she further approaches him, shifting out of her jacket and exposing more skin.

He can see that lust swirling in her eyes once more as a mischievous smirk crosses her face. “That's quite a situation you got there Mr. Ren” she says slyly, rounding the island towards him. He knows she can see his erection trapped in his jeans and it pulses and throbs at her attention.

She slinks closer, only an arms length away. “Looks like you could use some help” she says, her eyes heavy as her perfectly manicured hand lightly grazes his thigh, so dangerously close. He tries and fails to hold back a groan, his hips shifting towards her touch.

“Careful sweetheart” he growls, his fingers itching to grab her and feel her at long last. She chuckles, her fingers now tracing his length up and down along his thigh “No I don't think I will. You see, I have needs that often are not met by my husband. Certain preferences you can say. But you Mr Ren, look like you could be a very capable and viable option.”

He meets her eyes, a vicious smile splitting his face. “Well sweetheart, if that's what you are needing, I am willing to provide that service. I am nothing but all encompassing” he says lowly, loving how her thighs squeeze together tightly at his response.

She nods, lightly gripping him through his jeans. He groans again, his hips canting lightly towards her touch. He feels like a caged tiger, just waiting for the time to strike. Just waiting for her to give the go ahead, so he can grab a handful of that pert little ass and let her feel what she does to him.

His patience with her wanes when she starts speaking again. “Hmm I love the power play. I fucking love it when a man takes whats his but also when he is putty in my hand” she says huskally, continuing to pet him with increasingly needy strokes.

He is obscenely hard and can feel his boxers becoming more and more soaked. He never in a million years would have guessed they have such similar wants and needs. He loves it when a woman brings him to his fucking knees just as much as fucking them like the whores they are. God above, he cannot wait to fucking ruin her.

She smiles and takes his hand, leading him over to the large L shaped couch. He swallows thickly as he watches her lower herself to her knees, her short black fingernails tracing his thighs muscles. She looks up at him, keeping eye contact as she slowly takes his zipper down.

He holds back a shudder as he assists her by shimmying his hips to allow his jeans to shift down as she pulls his cock out of his boxers. “Fuck I knew you would be big” she groans, her small hand exploring and giving some experimental pumps. Fucking hell.

“Fucking suck my cock, you little slut” he growls, his inked up hand gripping her hair and pulling her closer. She legit moans at his words as she starts peppering his groin and the length of his cock with teasing kisses. She works her way down to his glans, licking it lightly with her tongue.

He moans outright, overwhelmed by the feeling of her hot little mouth on him. He struggles to keep his eyes open when she turns her attention to the tip, teasing him as her hands explore his balls, thighs and ass. She hums against him, tightening her lips around him as she squeezes a handful of his ass.

“Fuck” he groans, tugging at her hair. She lets out a whine around him, her tongue now doing tight little circular movements focusing every couple turns to dip into his slit. Her hand migrates down again, lightly stroking that special spot behind his balls. He jolts, his pleasure doubling as he rocks his hips harder “so fucking good. Fuck.”

He feels her chuckle around his cock, taking a bit more of him in. He must say her technique is masterful, her mouth and hand working in tandem. She traces the underside vein with her tongue as she bobs up and down, her perfectly pink lips stretched around him. He knows he is probably too big for her to take it all. There have only been a few who have but damn it, he wants to test her limits and if nothing else hear her fucking gag.

He lets out a growl and pulls her all the way down, hitting the back of her throat. She chokes almost instantly and struggles to keep it together. He legit almost comes as he watches her blink back tears as she opens her jaw more, allowing more space for him to do whatever the fuck he wants to do to her. His hips twitch with excitement as he begins to rock into her wet willing mouth.

“Fucking take it” he growls, unable to hold his tongue any longer. “You’re such a whore, letting me fuck your face like this. That feel good sweetheart? Does my cock feel and taste better than that worthless microdick that husband of yours is packing? What would he think if he caught you like this, on your knees with my fat cock stuffed down your throat?”

She moans loudly around him, making the head of his cock to rub against the roof of her mouth. He shuts his eyes in bliss, reveling in the feeling of her. He could blissfully come like this but he needs to focus on his original goal: to have all of her in every way.

He pulls out quickly, admiring the string of spit still connecting his cock to her lips. Her eyes are wide and big as she licks her swollen lips, panting lightly. He pulls her up, turning her around quickly and bending her over the armrest. He takes no time, flipping the skirt of her dress over her hips and ripping her panties down to her ankles.

He growls at the sight of her wet pink folds and her perfect ass as he glides his hands over her curves. His hands finally able to feel that soft skin that has been haunting his dreams since taking this job. She responds beautifully, wiggling in his hold and exposing herself more to him while whining his name.

“What's that? You want this?” he teases, rubbing his cock against her wet folds. He hears her moan out a yes as he smacks her ass hard, catching her by surprise. She jolts and he legit sees her pussy clench. “Fuck” she keens, canting her hips back for more.

“Fuck is right” he growls again, smacking her ass again “gonna smack that cute little ass red and then fuck you so hard you won’t know which way is up.” He lands another, watching the physical representation of his lust bloom upon her skin. She seems to love it as well by the sounds she is making and how she grinds against him.

“He is too much of a pussy to treat you like this isn't he? He would never smack your ass raw and make you beg for his cock. Oh but I will sweetheart, I fucking will” he says, landing another hit. “Fuck yes. Please, Do it, please” she keens, her hips rocking back even more.

“Good girl” he groans, taking the opportunity to feel her now dripping cunt literally weeping for him. He gets lost in the moment, allowing her a small sliver of control. She shifts her ass up at his next rock of his hips, making the head of his cock graze very closely to her entrance. He hisses at the feeling, his lust boiling over. He feels legit feral.

He grabs her hips and thrusts in roughly. She yelps at his intrusion as he lets out a long moan. She is perfectly tight around him and he takes a quick second to relish the feeling before he starts a vicious pace. She sobs in pleasure, her hands scrumbling along the couch for something to hold onto. “Is this what you wanted?” he snarls, looming more over her. “Yes K-Kylo yes” she babbles, her breath shuddering in time with his thrusts.

Something in him snaps in him hearing her say his name. His hips quicken as he grips at her neck pulling her up closer to his chest. He can feel her clench down on him as her breath hitches between her panting moans. “God you are so fucking tight. Like a fucking vice. You like being manhandled like this, sweetheart? You like these big hands acting as a fucking necklace?” he teases, squeezing her airway just so.

She keens, her body winding up around him. She is the perfect height for this, making the angle sublime. Her cunt squeezes him deliciously making him feel slightly light headed. He leans in, rubbing his large nose along her bare shoulder and up her neck, finally allowing himself to taste her skin.

“You feel so good sweetheart. I can only imagine how good your ass will feel as well. God damn, I cannot wait to fuck your ass like this sweetheart” he snarls into her skin. She clenches around him at his filthy words and he knows she would enjoy it as much as he would.

“I knew you were a kinky slut. Ughh, cannot wait to ruin you forever. No one will be able to satisfy you like I can and you and I both know you will come crawling every time you need fucked. Now give me what I want” he says, biting into the meat of her shoulder.

She responds instantly, letting out a scream as her orgasm overtakes her. She gushes onto him, her cunt fluttering and squeezing his length. “Oh fuck yes” he groans her skin, his pace lightening up slightly to enjoy her release. The sounds were obscene, music to his ears.

But he needs more. He needs to see her face when she orgasms again and when he fills her up. He lets go of her neck, assisting her back down onto the couch. He watches her pant, her ribs and back muscles moving rapidly in and out. She looks back at him, her dark eye makeup slightly smeared and face flushed. She looks wrecked already and he’s not even close to being done with her yet.

He pulls out, causing her to gasp. He admires her cream coating himself and her puffy cunt. “Kylo please” she whines, wiggling her ass at him as she kicks off her panties. He smiles at her desperateness. Good fucking girl, give it all to me.

He swings her around and picks her into his arms and impales her on his cock. She shouts out, still sensitive from her recent release. “Don’t worry I got you” he gasps, his eyes never leaving hers as he takes a couple steps to his long forgotten work table and laying her atop his construction plans.

In this position, he can now truly appreciate her like he has dreamt about. Of them together in carnal bliss and he all flushed and wild. But this, this is so much better than he could ever come up with in his mind. Her body is alight with pleasure and it’s stunning.

Fuck he wants to see this every fucking day. He’s got to fuck her and he’s already addicted. His eyes follow her perfect form, his eyes stuck on that secret prize peeking out between her breasts. That delicate tattoo he wants to trace with his tongue and make her call out his name.

He wonders what other little surprises she has on her. Maybe another time he will explore her and map all those special spaces out and give them the attention they deserve. But this is not that time. His eyes move down to her exposed cunt, her labia stretching obscenely around him. He groans at the sight, pulling out once more to see her arousal leak out of her.

“Legs up sweetness” he says, tapping her thigh. She obeys, resting her legs on his strong shoulders. The change in position and the angle making them both groan again in pleasure. “Fuck, you are something else” he says between heaving breaths, his hips moving faster with more forceful thrusts, far deeper then before. “Fuck, fuck Kylo. Please. Fuck” she gasps, squeezing her eyes closed to keep her tears from falling.

“Look at me!” he bellows, unable to hold back now. He’s too far gone. Her beautiful eyes meet his in shock. He almost breaks character at the look she gives him, but he is too far gone. It's a primal dark thing inside him and nothing will stop him from taking what is his.

Her eyes begin to overflow with tears as he continues his assault. This is exactly what he wanted - to see her debatched under him, her eyes heavy-lidded and tears of pleasure running down her flawless skin. “I’ve dreamt about this sweetheart so many times. Of you crying while impaled on my cock, f-fuck” he gasps, his warning signs of his impending orgasm licking at the base of his spine.

She gasps and keens his name again, her fingertips reaching and grazing his contracting abdominal muscles. Her touch is electric, spurring his orgasm forward. He can literally feel her pleasure through it and it makes him want to give her the best orgasm of her life. He moans her name, gripping her calves and fucks her harder.

She is tightening and fluttering around him, a tell tale sign of her release. He focuses on her quickening breaths as her jaw drops open between her moans. It’s so fucking perfect. “I feel you baby, you ready sweetheart?” he groans, preparing to allow himself to go over the edge with her.

She nods once before throwing her head back as her body lets go. He cannot believe how tight she clamps down on his cock and how much she drenches him. It immediately triggers his own orgasm. He lets out a filthy roar as he pounds into her, pumping his hot cum into her. It feels never ending. His whole body tingles in pleasure as he continues to fill up her perfect cunt, moaning her name like a needy prayer.

He rides the high and slows his hips down to a gentle rock, finally allowing them both time to recover. He opens his eyes, taking in the aftermath of what they just did. She grins at him as she catches her breath, her skin flushed and shimmering with sweat. He drops a kiss onto her calf and leaning his head against the other.

“Is that what you were envisioning baby girl?” he says, his body spent. He leans against the table, his cock softening inside but doesn’t pull out yet. It’s something you both enjoy after sex, that afterglow and the closeness of being truly one. “That and so much more Ky” you say with a small laugh “thank you.” “My pleasure baby” he says, pushing the hair from your eyes.

“I didn’t hurt you too bad did I? I got a little carried away” he says, focusing on the softness of your hair. “Ky, if it was too much I would’ve used our safe word. I fucking loved every minute and I could tell you did too” she responds, grabbing his hand to kiss his tattood knuckles.

He cracks a full smile finally, overwhelmed with your love. He lets go of your legs, allowing you to move them into a much more comfortable position around his hips. “That I did, it was pretty fucking hot.” You beam at him as he reaches for your hand while the other lightly traces the lines between your breasts. “I cannot tell you how sexy you look in this” he says as he leans down and kisses your breasts.

“Thank you my love but I think your actions definitely showed me more than any words could say” you respond, running your hands through his wild dark hair. You feel his tongue trace your tattoo before leaving soft kisses up your chest, finally stopping right above your heart. “Best day ever” he whispers into your skin.

He smirks as you tug at his hair, a silent plea. He leaves one more kiss over your heart and moves to your lips. “Happy anniversary baby girl, I couldn’t have asked for anything more” he breathes before finally kissing you properly.

He groans into the kiss, loving the feeling of your soft lips against his own. It’s sweet and tender, so different from the rough fucking they just burned through. He pulls back slightly, nuzzling his nose with yours. “How about we get cleaned up and then we can move on to today's other plans?'' he asks. As if on cue, your stomach rumbles loudly at the mention of filet mignon and stuffed portabellos, making you both laugh at the ridiculousness of the timing.

“C'mon babe” he says, shifting his hands under your ass and lifting you into his arms “can’t let the wife starve”. “Damn right sir” you snark, wrapping your arms around his neck. He chuckles and shakes his head. How did he get so lucky to find you and make you his? He still doesn’t know but he thanks his lucky stars everyday. He carries you off to the bedroom, looking forward to an amazing dinner and a life full of amazing love.

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Follow Trough | Kylo Ren

Summary: You were Ben Solo's partner since before he turned to the dark side and changed his name to Kylo Ren, you met during Luke's Jedi training. Scaping the planet alongside with Rey, Poe, Fin and the Resistance while Luke distracted Kylo long enough so you guys could escape, you, Kylo and Rey end up making a bridge trough the Force connection and he discovers that you're carring his child on your womb.

Warnings/Additional tags: afab!reader, use of she/her pronouns, angst like really angst, romance and a little bit of fluff (it's more on memories though), conflictual feelings, Rey's a sweetheart, hurt and comfort.

Pairings: Kylo Ren/Ben Solo x Reader, Rey Skywalker/Palpatine x Reader (platonic)

A/N: I was making a Star Wars marathon and while watching the final scenes of The Last Jedi, i thought of that for some reason

"Leia, let me help you" you offered to Leia, holding out your hand to help her walk on the Millenium Falcon

"My Darling, we both know that i'm not the one who needs help" she laughed, eyes scanning over your growing belly "But i appreciate it either way"

You smiled at her, her right hand tapped your left cheek softly and up she went to the ship. You stayed behind with Rey to make sure that all of the survivors of the Resistance got inside safetly, hand carressing your belly.

You were at least 5 months long or so, you were pretty sure that you were almost 6, you lost count when all the attacks ordered by The First Order surrounded you. You sighed remembering that that meant that it was really that long since...you last saw your husband, your last encounter with Kylo Ren, it was really that long ago, even if you and him had a connection bridge trough the force way before you started to admit to have feelings for him back on the Jedi training time with Luke Skywalker, you refused to let the connection happen for the sake of your unborn baby.

You had no idea of what Kylo Ren would be able to do of he discovered that you were pregnant with his child, you always got worriedly sick thinking of it, so you did the best you could to hide the pregnancy from him, using the Force to make a fog up on the tracks of your baby, you still remember the last time you had one of your encounters, way before Rey appeared, way before things with The First Order angainst the Resistance got thicker in tension because of the back of the Jedi.

"Y/N/N? Hey, keep your mind back here" you looked up blinking rapidly, Ben's broad form in front of you, you squinted your eyes looking up at him and shielding your eyes from the burning sun light with your hands "Here you are darling everything's ok? You dissociated a moment back there"

He told you worriedly, face full of concern looking down at you, hand carressing yours softly. You were in a planet that The First Order couldn't reach you and Be- Kylo Ren on your monthly encounters, you were actually pretty tired of only being able to see him one time a month and even if you always were happy to see your husband, it wasn't the same since he turned to the dark side few years ago, you took well the first times, overjoyed to be with him for two or three days before you would part ways yet again, it was hard, hard loving him the way things how they were now, but you could handle it, right? You always thought that you could, but for two months now, you started to fear your encounters.

Kylo always tried to get you to join him on the dark side, so far deep on his fed hatred by Snoke even if you could see a little disturbence on him and the last bit of light while you always tried to bring him back home, for the sake of Leia and Han, and for the sake of the unborn baby you discovered to be carrying some weeks ago. The unborn little one would need their father present, but you couldn't let it happen while he was on the dark side, that would be the last time you would see him, it broke your heart, but you knew it was for the best.

"Yes, i'm sorry honey, i'm just tired, need some rest that's all" you smiled at him while seating down, pushing him lightly to be with you "Come lay with me"

Without a single resistance, he got rid of his gloves, shoes and cape and layed down on the little made up bed you had separated for your monthly encounters. He pushed you by the waist, your arms circling his neck, head on his chest and his cheek on the top of your head, hands softly carressing your hair.

It still pained you to remember the day you left without saying goodbye to him, you had be gone way before he woke up, ending your connection with him trough the force and hiding your baby whenever he would try to connect with you again, it was hard the first months but you soon got too busy helping Leia, the Resistance and focusing on your growing baby that everything with Kylo turned tolerable, not easy cause you could never get rid of how much you missed him.

"Y/N/N, everyone's already inside the ship, we should go" Rey's voice brought you back to the present, a soft smile on her lips as she extended her hand for you to hold "Let me help you"

"You such a sweet Rey, thank you, let's get out of this ice cube" you smiled at her and took her hand, her free hand going to your back as she helped you up and inside, worried gaze traveling from your face to your growing belly

"You have already thought of a name?" she asked, mentioned to your belly "Any ideas?"

"I have a few, but there's one that it would suit her well" you smiled as you looked at her, already inside the ship, hands carressing it softly

"Her? You think it's a girl?"

"Something just tell that it's a girl, can you feel it?"

You asked her excitedly, she closed her eyes and took a short while till her lips started to form a big smile, hands instantly on your stomach "I can feel her"

"Her?" You heard a well known voice and before you could have a reaction, you and Rey felt a pull made by the force, your hands turned sweaty as you and Rey turned to look outside of the ship, there stood, even if it was only a projection, Kylo Ren. You knew that he and Rey had some sort of connection by the force just like you and him but you had blocked him months back and as you were watching him and Rey go back and forth about how he had murdered Han, his own father, you felt a kick against your belly, a hand fastly over it and all the power you were using to hide your baby presence from him vanished from the surprise kick.

Kylo Ren never turned so fastly in his entire life, even during his little rage bickering back and forth with the Rey girl, his eyes never leaved your frame and when he felt a fourth presence, he frowned and then his eyes doubled in size by seeing your hand carressing your growing belly. It was then that everything downed on him: you were pregnant and he knew that he didn't need to search further to know that you were carrying his child, all this months of you blocking him whenever he tried the connection and you always not having that much time to be with him, you were hiding his child from him.

Kylo Ren always felt a disturbence on the force whenever you and him would connect and he never knew the cause, now he knew it pretty well and something inside of him just shaked by knowing you were expactating his child. You on the other hand were sweating, your hands trembling a little as the wind whispered your clothes and hair around you, you had to end the connection now.

Sensing you uneasyness, Rey quickly sprung to action, made a snark comment directed to him and pressed the button that would close the door.

"Y/N..." Kylo whispered, voice heavy and you could take a fast glance at him to see his eyes to get glossy and then the door closed, the connection ended and you sighed heavily, holding onto Rey that fastly got by your side seeing you getting pale and the Millennium Falcon took off.

When he couldn't no long reach either Rey or you, Kylo was looking back at a wall, he felt frustration tears leave his eyes and rage overtook him as he destroyed the room he was inside. He knew he gave up on a lot of things, did a lot of things for the sake of the dark side, but there was only much he could take, he already was separated from his lovely wife and now he just discovered that you were carrying his child, his unborn baby girl and as he destroyed more things, he thought if he could ever be able to have you in his arms again and if he would ever be able to carry his daughter on his arms.

Kylo Ren did many wrong choices but he never wanted to lost the both of you on the same time as now.

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