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nostarfights · 2 months

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With You In My Head

Pairing: Kylo Ren X fem!Reader

Summary: You and Kylo finally re-unite when he comes back from a mission after what feels like years apart.

Warnings: Mentions of Kylo getting hurt, having cuts and bruises + kissing, cuddling

Word Count: 1.4k

a/n: i hope y'all like this!

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At this point, Kylo had been away on a mission for a little over a month and tonight he was finally returning to the ship. To say you were excited to see him again would be understatement. You were simply bursting at the seams with happiness and the thrill of the fact that you would get to see your lover again tonight.

After all, the two of you had never spent this much time apart since you had started dating nearly seven months ago and you were yearning to be able to touch and kiss him again.

The mere idea of being able to sleep next to him and cuddle with him again tonight was just so exciting. You had been looking forward to this ever since the day he left for this particular mission.

Kylo had told you the day before that he would be arriving in one of the ship's hangars at 6pm the following night. And while you sat on the bed in you and Kylo’s shared quarters waiting for a droid to alert you that his ship was going to land soon, the current time was 530pm.

You had tried sleeping in that morning as a way of passing the time but it was no use and your body naturally awoke at 8am. Due to your excitement and impatience, today had felt incredibly long and boring. Your day was filled with rewatching his most recent message to you a few times while you worked, which made you quite a bit worried because you could see a few cuts and bruises on his handsome face.

So, you tried to just focus on and think about work for the rest of the work day. Which didn’t work either, you were just excited about seeing him again and time seemed to go by so slowly today.

But as you waited in your shared quarters for that particular alert, you easily let thoughts of Kylo fill your mind whilst you laid down on your bed and spaced out a bit.

You thought of how the two of you would always dance together in the living room of your quarters after an exhausting day of work, music playing quietly while Kylo would sway you two together as if you were one. You thought about how you always patch each other up whenever you got hurt as well as the gentleness and love in these moments while you softly touched each other.

You thought about his scent and touch and how they both relaxed you so easily. It didn’t matter how stressful your day could have been, the second Kylo got back to your quarters, wrapped his arms around you and his scent filled your nose, your stress instantly went away. You thought about how while everyone on the ship feared him, he had a soft spot for you, he always had. With Kylo as your partner, you never wanted for anything because he gave you everything you could have ever wanted in a friend and in a lover. You thought about how whenever Kylo was feeling angry, your own touch and scent could easily calm him down and make him feel okay again.

You had always been someone Kylo could completely trust and that would never change.

Luckily for you, after you had been laying there for a little while thinking about Kylo, a droid entered your bedroom to tell you that Kylo’s ship was going to land in 6 minutes. Which made you perk up instantly while your heartbeat sped up, your excitement being reignited. You then got up right away and began to run over to the hangar Kylo would be landing his ship in.

A bright smile rolled out across your lips the second Kylo turned off his ship after he landed and then started to exit it. He was so excited to see you as well, he was so lonely without your warm presence there to keep him company. Once both of his feet were safely back on the ground, you started to run up to Kylo and into his open, welcoming arms. And when he caught you just seconds later, he picked you up and twirled you around, bright smiles on both of your faces.

It felt so good to be able to hug and just feel each other again after not being able to for so many days. After Kylo had set you back down, you began to hold his face in your hands and press a passionate kiss to his lips, a single moment barely passing you by. He kissed you back immediately, his hands holding your own face.

This kiss truly showed the other how much yearning you've been doing for one another while Kylo was gone.

After you both had pulled away, your hands remained on Kylo’s face while you simply stared into his eyes with a loving gaze and you gently stroked his cheeks with both of your thumbs. You were still feeling a bit concerned about him after seeing the cuts and bruises on his face that he had acquired during this mission up close. But you assured yourself that he would be okay and all that mattered now was that he was safe and back in your arms.

Kylo met your eyes with a loving look in his eyes of his own, his eyebrows now furrowing, “I missed you so much, angel.” he told you, his brown eyes tearing up while he quickly pulled you into another hug the second he finished speaking. “I missed you too, Ky. I’m so glad that you’re back in one piece.” you replied while you hugged him back. And as he tightly hugged you, happy tears began to slowly fall down your cheeks and you squeezed him even tighter in return.

The sound of a sniffle coming from you caused Kylo to pull away instantly, his large hands now on your shoulders as he looked into your eyes with pure concern. He frowned at the sight of your tears, “What’s wrong, my love?” he quietly asked while he gently wiped your tears away.

You shook your head, confirming that you weren’t upset, “Nothing, pretty boy. I’m just really happy to see you, I had been so worried after seeing the cuts and bruises on your face in your last message. I’m glad that you're okay, my love.” you answered, the sound of you calling him those sweet pet names making him blush.

He nodded in understanding and began to hold your face again, “I’m okay, princess. I promise that you never have to worry about me, though I know you will anyway.” he assured you as he stroked your cheeks, the last sentence of his assurance making you laugh a little.

This easily made Kylo happy to know that he was able to comfort you and make your tears go away. “I love you so much, baby. Let’s go back to our quarters, I wanna hold my girl.” he said a moment later, earning another smile and nod of your head from you.

He then quickly went back to his ship, grabbed his bag and slung it over his shoulder, taking your hand in his once he got back to where you were standing. Letting you lead the way back to your quarters with another smile of his own on his pretty face, his cheeks still blushing a little.

As soon as you two reached your quarters, within a blink of an eye Kylo set his things down and scooped you up into his arms, making you laugh while he quickly walked over to your bedroom. Upon setting you down on your side of the bed, Kylo quickly took off the robes covering the upper half of his body and raced over to his side.

Once you were both settled in bed, Kylo opened his arms for you once more and you crawled into them. They felt so warm and comforting while you got comfortable on his broad chest, both your head and one of your hands resting there.

A content expression took over your faces as you laid there together, “I love you so much, angel, more than you’ll ever know.” Kylo whispered, leaning his head against yours while a smile broke out across his face. “I love you too, Ky, so so much.” you replied, now able to feel relaxed for once now that Kylo had safely come back to you.

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kowaiitenshii · 1 year

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[Wish We Never Met]

Pairing: Kylo Ren x Reader

Plot Summary: You haven’t seen Kylo Ren since he destroyed the Jedi academy you both called home in your youth, and you want nothing more than to forget about him. That doesn’t stop him from reaching out.

Warnings: Kidnapping. Kylo is his own warning. Angst?

Word Count: 2.3k

A/N: Hello again everyone! This oneshot is the product of a betrayal prompt from a good friend of mine! If this does well and people enjoy it, I will be open to prompts and requests and if the demand is high enough, I may even write a part 2 for this. Thank you so much for all the love on Sunkiller Lullaby again as well!! Please enjoy!

A perfectly clear night on Ossus, a rare meteor shower had been forecasted that night, and you didn’t dare to miss it.

You and your best friend, Ben Solo, had snuck out against your Master’s wishes to watch the shower together.

It was once in a lifetime, after all.

You couldn’t have thought of a better person to sneak out with, you’d known him since you were just ten years old; not that you had many other friends in the academy regardless.

The two of you never quite fit in with the other padawan learners, having earned reputations for being too reckless, too quick to anger, too ready for a fight. But you found solace in one another, always sparring, studying, or shirking off your responsibilities to go on some ill-advised adventure together.

As the two of you grew, as did your fondness for one another. Master Luke began separating you more and more, fearing that you would build ties too strong to sever.

Attachment, of course, was strictly forbidden.

But that did little to stop you from stealing away to see the person whom you were closest with in the entire world whenever you could.

The two of you laughed like the foolish teenagers you were as you ran through the lush green field littered with wildflowers together hand-in-hand, searching for the perfect spot to watch the show.

Cresting the top of the hill, Ben suddenly dropped to the ground, pulling you along with him as you tumbled down through the long grass. As you came to a stop, landing on top of him at the bottom of the hill, you playfully punched him in the arm.

“You really ought to be more careful Ben! We could have gotten hurt!” you scolded him, still laughing like mad.

“You know I wouldn’t let that happen!” he reassures you, laughing back at you as you shift off of him and take a seat next to him in the tall grass.

The two of you spent a long time in comfortable silence, watching the meteors shoot over your heads. It was an awe-inspiring sight, countless comets of every colour followed by their glowing tails lighting up the entire sky above. It truly was beautiful, and you were still unsure if you’ve seen such beauty since.

You spent hours just watching, enchanted by the ethereal lightshow.

That is, until you looked towards Ben, and instead of watching the beauty of the stars, he was watching you.

Your breath caught in your throat, and your heart swelled in an unfamiliar way as you looked at him, realising in that moment that he had grown up, no longer the awkward, lanky boy you knew as a child.

His eyes sparkled innocently in the dim light, reflecting the colours of the stars. His lips were pink and parted, as if to ask something that was caught just on the tip of his tongue. His long raven hair blew in the gentle breeze, tousled by your tumble down the hill.

For a split second, you envisioned running your fingers carefully through his soft locks to fix it for him before forcing yourself to look away.

Cheeks hot and heart thumping in your chest, you tried to remind yourself of the rules of the Jedi you so desperately tried to uphold. You knew attachment was wrong, and love could only serve to destroy you. And yet, the idea of a life lived without ever knowing love, that kind of love, left a hole in your heart that ached for it.

Clenching your fists so tightly your nails dug into the palms of your hands and closing your eyes, you tried your hardest to push your feelings down, to bottle them up and seal them away.

The gentle feeling of Ben carefully, almost sheepishly placing a large hand to your left cheek and turning you to face him snapped you out of your quiet rumination. The sensation of his touch was warm and tingling, spreading goosebumps across your skin like wildfire.

Your eyes met again, Ben measuring your reaction, looking hesitantly from your eyes to your lips and back again, as if he too could sense what you were feeling.

Given the tender, vulnerable expression that spread across his countenance, you knew that he could. The rough pad of his thumb ghosted over your cheekbone, your skin feeling electrified as he touched it, the energies between you rich and palpable.

“(Y/N)...” He whispered your name like a prayer.

Before he could speak again, you would take his face between your hands, crashing your lips into his in a moment of reckless abandon.

They’re soft and wet, the feeling of the kiss itself and the mixing of energies setting you both on fire.

You lose yourself in it, all teeth and tongue and burning desire, kissing him over and over again.

Ben is just about to lay you down right there, in the soft grass beneath the stars, before you force yourself to pull away. Sitting up pin straight and wiping the spit away from your lips, you were too ashamed to even look back at him.

The world goes black.

The next scene that plays is the one that has torn you apart for years.

Standing before the devastated Jedi academy you called home for nearly your entire life, you watched as it burned to ash. Tears flowed in rivers down your cheeks as you sobbed in agony of all that was lost, all because of the boy you loved.

Falling to your knees, Ben’s name tore its way out of your throat in a grief-stricken scream.

Eyes flying open, you jolt upright in bed.

You’re then hit by the same cold realisation that it was all a dream, as you are every time you have that dream. Although, you suppose it's more of a recollection than a dream.

Rubbing the sleep out of your eyes, you groan groggily as you spot the familiar silhouette of a man’s astral body across the room.

“Ugh… Go away Kylo.” you moan, already becoming annoyed.

Even if he wasn’t there physically, seeing him through the force hurt all the same.

“You know I can’t, even if I wanted to.” he replies matter-of-factly, and you know it to be true. Whatever unseen force it is that binds you to each other, neither of you could control it.

He haunts you like a ghost, torturing your very soul every time you would connect unannounced. His presence tonight is especially wounding, having been freshly reminded of the feelings you held for him despite everything.

Throwing your covers off, you annoyedly begin to stoke the small fire pit in the centre of your hut, doing your best to ignore Kylo’s dark and magnetic presence looming in the shadows.

“Where are you?” he asks abruptly, looking around the room and searching for any indicators of your location.

You roll your eyes, finally looking in his face. His eyes are locked on you as he stands in the darkness of the room, the light of the flames illuminating his features.

He’s every bit as handsome as you remember, all doe eyes and plump lips and strong nose.

He’s gotten taller, and bulkier in terms of muscle than you remember, no doubt enhanced by his new training. Your heart strings tug painfully in your chest, and you remember why you avoid looking at him when this happens.

“You know I can’t answer that.” you whisper solemnly in reply.

“Why not?” he snaps back instantly.

“You know exactly why, Kylo Ren.” you sigh in irritation, spitting his name at him as if it tastes foul. You throw another log into the fire before standing and turning around, crossing your arms and doing your best to shut him out as your anger and frustrations build.

“It would be so much easier if you would stop hiding, if you would just join me.” He continues, ignoring the vitriol in your tone and trying to coax the answer out of you.

“I’m not hiding, Kylo. You just can’t find me. There’s a difference.” you scoff back at him, vaguely pleased when you hear him let out his own irritated sigh.

You’ve been through this hundreds of times, your answers and his questions never changing. Everytime you speak to him, everytime you look at him, the void in your chest that calls to him grows wider. And with great pain every time, you deny him.

It’s torture, the purest form you could imagine.

“You called to me. In your dream. I heard it.” he asserts in a gentler tone, as if it would change anything. You dig your nails into the skin of your arms in an attempt to temper the rage bubbling up inside of you.

“I’m tired of fighting Kylo.” you sigh. “Can’t you see that? That’s why I’m here, in a hut in the fucking jungle.” you spit, an edge of hurt in your tone that you pray he doesn’t hear.

“Then why won’t you just come to me?” He tries desperately to persuade you. “I will take care of anything, everything you need. It could be so simple if you would just-” he starts on the same tirade that he starts every time you see each other.

The fresh pain of the memories, the aching of your heart at seeing him, listening to the same argument; it’s finally all too much. The dam you’ve built to withhold your emotions finally breaks, your hurt finally overflowing as you spin on your heel to face him, screaming out the truth as you cut him off.

“Because I love you, Ben! Because I love you, and you’ve destroyed everything else I’ve ever cared about! And I hate myself for it!” you bark at him through gritted teeth, hot tears welling up in your eyes and threatening to spill over.

His brow furrows in frustration and shock as he yells back at you.

“You know that isn��t the truth! I didn’t-”

Clutching the sides of your head in frustration, you continue screaming, cutting him off once more.

“Everyday I wake up and I’m forced back into the hell that is the realisation that this is my reality!” you gesture feverishly around the humble, run down hut in which you both stand, then between the two of you. “This is my reality, and I will never forgive you for it Ben.” your voice breaks, your anger spent and only leaving you with aching despair as the tears finally begin to fall.

“I loved you, I really loved you.” you choke out between cries, the growing lump in your throat making it hard to speak.

For once he’s silent, saying nothing as he looks upon you with widened eyes.

He’s visibly taken aback, and the realisation finally hits you that you just admitted your love to him, and that you hadn’t called him by his name, his true name, since the incident that ripped you away from each other.

He turns away from you, hiding the tears welling in his own eyes.

“I don’t need your forgiveness.” he whispers, and you take one last look at him before he promptly vanishes.

Left alone in the crippling emptiness of the hut you call home, you fall to your knees under the crippling weight of your sorrow, wracked with anguished sobs.

Elsewhere in the galaxy, Kylo Ren wipes the stray tears from his face and steels his nerves, before throwing on his cloak and helmet.

He could feel your presence even more acutely in the force now, the bond strengthened by your heated confession. It was certainly not one he had expected, but he had no doubt now that he would track you down.

All he would have to do is follow your signature.

Your words were all the confirmation he needed as he stormed out of his personal quarters to gather a fleet, barking the orders to gather his knights at a commanding officer.

If you refused to give yourself willingly to him, he would just have to take you.

The next morning, you awaken suddenly to the sound of Stormtroopers blowing the door clean off of your hut.

In an instant you leap to your feet, ready to defend yourself from any danger. Time moves in slow motion as you look out the door, the mass of troopers, fronted by the Knights of Ren parting like the fabled red sea.

Blood running cold, your heart drops to your feet as you lay eyes upon their leader who moves to the forefront, Kylo Ren.

You’re stricken with the awful, ice-cold revelation that he had used your bond in the force against you.

It lead him right to you.

Frantically turning to reach for a weapon, you’re cut short as a blaster hits you with a stun ray, rendering you unconscious.

Your body falling to the floor with a soft thud, Kylo Ren strides over to where your body lay crumpled, just within the doorway, sighing regretfully. Crouching over you, he frowns as he softly brushes a lock of hair out of your face.

“It could have been so much easier.” he whispers like an apology, before carefully scooping you into his arms.

He takes a moment to look at you, admiring the beauty of his prize before carrying you onto his ship.

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stranger-nightmare · 2 years

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𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟐 𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝐓𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐲-𝐒𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 | 𝐌𝐢𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐫 𝐒𝐞𝐱 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐊𝐲𝐥𝐨 𝐑𝐞𝐧

requested by @hopelessforthefreakandtheking

A/N: my first time writing for Kylo, I really hope you like it!! thank you for the request

“You keep your eyes on that mirror. I want you to watch how I make you fall apart. I want you to watch so that I may invade your mind, and watch too,” Kylo commands darkly as he positions your hips above his face, holding you steady with his large hands.

You let out a small whimper as you do as instructed, turning your head slightly to look in the mirror positioned at the right corner of the bed. You watch as your mouth hangs open, a moan passing your lips, your body lurching forwards as Kylo licks a stripe through your folds. A deep groan rumbles though him just as you feel his presence caress the back of your brain. You grant him access, letting him into your mind, letting him see what you see. He hums in satisfaction and you know he likes the view just as much as he does.

You struggle to keep your eyes focused as your body lurches forward again as he starts to pull his focus onto your clit, sucking at it and swirling his tongue all around it. You have to put your hands out in front of you, splaying them over Kylo’s impressive torso to keep yourself upright. You can’t help as your eyes shift focus, the urge to look down to where your hands rested on his stomach.

Barely a second goes by before you feel a sharp sting on your ass as Kylo lands a swift blow to your soft skin.

“I said,” he murmurs against your pussy, “keep your eyes on the mirror.”

His voice is laced with such spectacular command and authority that your eyes immediately snap back to gaze at yourself in the mirror. You moan at the sight, feeling Kylo do the same, as you both take in the view of you riding his face. You could see your own face twisted with pleasure, your mouth hanging open, your eyebrows knitted together. You could see the way your body bucked and grinded frantically, guided by Kylo’s large hands as they splayed over your hips.

You watch as your body lurches with pleasure, Kylo’s tongue moving even faster and harder against your clit, coaxing you closer to your climax. You feel rather than hear his voice in your head as he keeps his mouth busy on your pussy.

You’re close, I can feel it. Let go for me. Watch how pretty you look when you cum. Let go.

And, with a final cry passing your lips, you watch as your body shakes with pleasure when your orgasm finally washes over you.

Even you had to admit, it was indeed a sight to behold.

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juniperwoodwell · 1 year

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Domesticated

Paring:Kylo Ren X F!Reader

Word count:2k

Warning(s):Soft!Kylo, Minor bullying, Fluff.

A/n: There will be a part two coming out soon.

Being the assistant to the newly appointed Supreme Leader had its perks; for instance, A higher security level and managing to have a higher level than Hux definitely did something to your ego. Larger living quarters and respect. Simple things that just made the position every bit more enjoyable. Well...That's what Y/n initially thought. She wasn't expecting to get stuck between Kylo Ren and General Hux's 'Issues' They hated each other. That was just plain as day.

"Well, if it isn't the secretary." A tall man with short brown hair walked over to Y/n as she headed to the cafeteria's assembly line of unidentifiable foods.

"Jack. Let's not do this today, please." The woman sighed as she grabbed a tray. "No, No, Let's. Y'know, everyone's wondering how you got that position. I mean, just a month ago, you were nothing but a mission report editor. What'd you have to do, huh?" The man mirrored her actions and leaned in towards her, his voice low. "Did you have to screw around with some superiors? I bet you did. I mean, come on. You were nothing, and now you're the Supreme Leader's pet." Y/'ns patience was growing very thin with this man; He was always like this. Jealousy seeped off him like a thick steam. "You know what, Jack, You can go fu-" "Miss Y/l/n, You're needed in the command center immediately." A Stormtrooper informed her, and she looked down at her tray of grey mush and then at the trooper. "Alright, Thank you." She dismissed the trooper and left her tray on the assembly line. "Yeah, that's right. Go find your master, pet." That bastard was getting on her last nerve, but she ignored him and left the cafeteria. If only she'd let her anger take over, that man would've been on the floor with a broken arm and a bleeding nose. But that was her old life; She'd done too much to get where she was to risk it all on that man.

"General." Y/n called out when she entered the command center; she'd seemed to of startled the ginger, but it was subtle. "Ah, Good. Punctual as always." He spoke, then cleared his throat as he turned to her; Hux was actually quite fond of the woman; she was resourceful, respectful, and almost always completed her work perfectly. He understood why Kylo Ren hired her.

"Do you have the information I requested yesterday?" He asked,

Y/n nodded and pulled up the files on her datapad. "Would you like me to send them to you, Sir?"

The General took the data pad from her and skimmed through the work. "Exceptional, Yes. As soon as possible."

"of course, sir." Hux handed her the data pad, and she quickly sent all the information to Hux's pad.

"Thank you. You are dismissed." With that, the General turned and returned to his office, and Y/n headed back toward the cafeteria.

The interaction lasted for almost the entirety of her scheduled lunch time, and when she returned to the cafeteria, it was empty; all the food was put away. A sigh escaped her lips. "Alright. I can wait for dinner, that's fine. I'll go do some of the reports I need to finish." She spoke softly to herself. She headed to her tiny office that was adjacent to Kylo's. It was one-thirty when she started on the reports, and when she looked up to take a break, it was already five o'clock. "Shoot! I'm going to miss dinner." She shot up out of her chair, fixed the mess of her desk, then left her office.

When she turned the corner, the supreme leader had turned the same; If it weren't for her quick reflexes, she'd be picking herself up off the floor. Quickly, she stepped out of his way, only to realize he had grabbed her arm.

"Just the woman I was looking for." The distorted voice echoed off the walls. "My apologies, sir, but I was just heading to dinner." the grip on her arm was released, and Kylo stood in Infront of her.

"The cafeteria is in the opposite direction." He stated, watching as she looked around frantically. "Oh. You're right.." Y/n turned back to him, exhaustion lingering behind her irises.

"Are you alright?" he asked, looking her up and down. "Um...Why do you ask?" She scratched the back of her neck nervously. "You're wearing two different shoes." The statement shocked the woman, and she looked down at her shoes; he was correct.

"Ah...That makes a lot more sense now."

"What does?"

"Well, I've been getting weird looks from everyone today, and I wasn't sure why. Even Hux was looking at me like I was sick or something."

A low distorted chuckle escaped the dark mask. "Go fix your shoes the come to my quarters." "But, Sir, I've already missed lunch. I'd rather not skip-" Kylo raised his hand to silence her.

"Do as you're told, Miss Y/l/n."

"Yes, Sir." She nodded and turned from him. Once she entered her quarters, she sighed, "Am I ever going to eat today?" She asked herself, then changed her shoes. Her room wasn't too far from Kylo's; he liked keeping her close in case he needed her. Three knocks on the large door, then it opened, but no one was on the other side. "Uh...Sir?" She called out, "I'm in the kitchen. Take the door on your left." Kylo's pleasantly low voice echoed through the hall.

When Y/n walked through the door, the table was set, and two plates were laid on top. "Take a seat." The man instructed, and she did as she was told, "Oh wow...this smells amazing." She stated as Kylo sat down across from her. "Did you make this?" she asked, looking at Kylo.

"I did. You seem surprised by that."

"Uh...well, I just assumed you'd have a personal chef or something."

"I've got trust issues." he joked (partially). "But I prefer to cook my own food. I learned most of it from my mother, so...It should taste good." Y/n smiled sweetly at his small confession. "Well, I'm certain it will taste better than anything they serve in the cafeteria." Kylo nodded at her words, returning her smile

"Let's eat then, shall we?" so they did. There wasn't much conversation; they were exhausted from the day, but being in each other's presence seemed to bring a peaceful atmosphere.

"You did well, Sir," Y/n spoke up as she finished her plate and wiped her lips with a napkin. "Thank you. I'm glad you approve of my cooking." He chuckled, finishing off his plate. Y/n contemplated asking the question that'd been bothering her since she changed her shoes but decided against it. "What is it?" The man asked, his voice soft with curiosity. "I...No, It's nothing, Sir."

"It's obviously something if you're blocking me out of your mind."

"Oh, am I? Sorry, I didn't realize."

"It's fine. If you have something you want to say, then do so."

"Alright, I was just wondering why I'm here."

"You mean, why did I invite you to dinner with me?"

Y/n nodded, staying silent "... the truth is, I'm not sure myself. When I saw how disorientated you'd been in that hallway. I just wanted to keep an eye on you, and when you said you skipped lunch, I felt like you needed a good meal for once. You deserve it for all the work you do." Y/n stared at him in shock.

Kylo Ren wasn't one to express his feelings like this. He was Mr. Dark and Scary. No...This...This was someone completely different. This was the man behind the mask, A completely (mostly) normal man with emotions and feelings. This was the first time Y/n had truly seen Him.

"What..? Did I say something wrong? Is there something on my face?" He questioned, trying to figure out why she was staring at him. "I-I Um. N-No, Sir. You're fine. I mean, it's fine." Y/n stood up quickly and picked up her and Kylo's plates. "Allow me to wash these since you made such a fantastic dinner; it's the least I could do to repay you."

"Y/n-" Kylo called out to her, but she ignored him as she walked over to the sink.

"Y/n." He called again as he stood from his chair, following after her. He grasped her by her elbow and turned her to face him. "Breathe. You're panicking."

"I know." She breathed out, placed the plates on the counter, and rubbed her hands over her face. "Sorry, sir."

"Don't be. You've been going through a lot of changes this week. I understand you must be stressed. Why don't you sit back down?" He guided her to the table, and she returned to her seat. She sighed heavily as Kylo refilled her glass with water. "Drink this." He ordered, and she obeyed. "I didn't mean to get all...Frantic. But you're right; My life has changed a lot this week...month even." Kylo nodded and returned to his seat. "Well, tell me what's been bothering you today. Maybe I could do something to help relieve some stress as you've done for me." He offered, "Yeah...Uh. Well, there's apparently this rumor that's been going around since my promotion."

"Ah, I didn't think you were the type to be affected by rumors."

"I'm usually not. This doesn't just affect me, but...." She paused to clear her throat and sip her water. "But, It could also possibly affect you."

"Me?" He asked, surprise written on his features, "Yes... People are saying that I got promoted only because I've been sleeping with my superiors. Which, in my opinion, is outrageous. Some of these people were my friends and collogues. There's this one guy who hasn't stopped bugging me since the promotion. I came very close to beating him up." Kylo huffed a laugh. "I would've liked to have seen that." Y/n smiled sheepishly. "What did he say that made you angry enough to want to hurt him?"

"Well...for one, his face just annoys me beyond all reason, but secondly...He called me your... Pet." A rose tint crept up Y/n's face as she spoke. "Pet?" Kylo leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms over his chest. "Yes, Sir." She paused, poor choice of words, when her eyes met his; he was amused by her response but cleared his throat. "Continue."

"Y-yes. Right. Well. I feel it's unfair to you, Sir. My reputation doesn't mean all that much to me, But yours does, and I don't want to be the reason it gets tarnished."

"Y/n...You don't need to worry about that. They're just rumors they will be stopped; if anyone chooses to act on them."

"But- I just...What if, because of this rumor, people will think that you're abusing your power for personal pleasure? That could cause conflict between you and everyone working for you."

"It won't."

"How can you be so sure?"

"Because. Think of who I am. You know my reputation isn't just for show. If anyone dares to continue this rumor, they will have to deal with me. And you should be worried about yourself. What would happen if people started believing you got your position from inappropriate means? The respect those people have for you would be gone. Your work will never be trusted again. You'd be nothing, just like you were when I found you. You'd go back to sleeping on that small cot with no one to care for you. You'd be less than scum in their eyes." His words were harsh but true, and they frightened her. Y/n swallowed hard; her skin crawled with goosebumps. She realized that she had more to lose than anyone else. Especially him.

"Yes. You do. But I gave you those opportunities and this new position, and I won't allow you to overthink something that I will never let happen." He reassured her as he reached over the table to take her glass out of her hand, afraid she'd crush it. "Why don't I walk you to your room?" He asked as he stood, but y/n was silent. She was not meeting his eyes. He walked over and crouched beside her chair. Placing a hand on her knee

"Y/n." His voice pulled her out of her thoughts. "Hmm? What did you say, Sir?" Kylo sighed, "I'd like you to stay in my guest for the night" Maybe it wasn't the best idea to leave her alone in the state she was in. he thought to himself as he watched her face change color. "B-but wouldn't that only make the rumor worse?" She stuttered out. He shook his head. "No one knows you're here, Plus. I'd rather not have you stay alone tonight."

"And why's that, sir?" Kylo raised a brow in suspicion. Did she not realize she was shivering? "Y/n, look at your hands." She did as she was told, "Oh. I'm scared. Ha. That's new." She looked at him, tears welling in her eyes. "I don't want any of that to happen, Sir..." He gently took her hand in his much larger one. "It won't. Trust me as you have before. I won't let you down." Y/n stared at the contrast of their hands; she stayed silent for a while. Tracing the top of his hand with her free one, absentmindedly, "Okay..." She spoke softly, a smile spreading across her delicate features. "So. If you'd like to change, a pair of sleepwear should be on the dresser. Then we could do some paperwork if that'd help settle your nerves. If not that we could do anything you'd like." He offered as he stood, pulling her gently from her seat and guiding her to the guest room. "Could we read something?" She asked when they reached the door; Kylo nodded as he opened it and turned on the light. "I'll be out here when you're done." He informed then closed the door behind her.

The room was similar to her own but a bit bigger. There was a queen-sized bed in the middle and a bathroom on the left. Just like he said, there were two pairs of sleepwear, one for males and another for females. Y/n thought the woman's sleepwear shirt was too formfitting to be comfortable in, so she wore the male shirt with the female leggings. She neatly folded her clothes and placed them on top of the dresser. When she was finished, she walked back out of the room; the lights had been dimmed to a comfortable level that didn't strain the eyes. She hadn't looked around when she first came in. It wasn't just a kitchen; it had a decent-sized dining table, and off towards the side was a couch facing a massive transparasteel window. Had that been there the whole time? She thought to herself; she noticed the familiar figure sitting on the couch.

"May I join you?" she asked when she approached the small lounge. "Of course, Make yourself comfortable," Kylo gave her a faint smile as he observed her; he noticed her choice of clothing and chuckled. "Is something funny, sir?" she asked as she sat on the couch. "No, It's nothing. You said you wanted to read something. What were you thinking?" She was curious but let it go. "Something that'll put me to sleep."

"Ah, so...Paperwork. I bet you'd be asleep in minutes if I read that aloud to you."

"You would be correct, sir." Kylo hummed as he picked up his datapad lying on the coffee table. "You don't need to be so formal when we're alone, Y/n."

"but it's disrespectful-"

"Screw Respect. We're both adults; We're both just people right now. So you can call me Kylo."

"Okay...Kylo." Y/n smiled tiredly.

His name on her lips was heavenly. He wished he could hear it forever.

#writing #writers on tumblr #fanfic #reader insert #kylo ren x reader #kylo ren x f! reader #kylo x reader #kylo ren x you #kylo ren #star wars #star wars fanfiction #ben solo

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seungkw1 · 4 months

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make me — ksy

♡ pairing: kwon soonyoung x afab!reader ♡ theme: smut [18+ mdni], humor ♡ wc: 1.8k ♡ warnings: alcohol consumption, oral (m. receiving, f. receiving implied), handjob, hoshi is obsessed w boobs, hoshi is a simp, i ramble on about star wars for a bit at the beginning ♡ a/n: might have to do a pt. 2 to this one so lmk if anyone is interested in that 👀

“No it’s not.”

“Yes, it is!!”

“Soonyoung. Be so fucking for real right now.”

Your roommate doesn’t usually drink, and you’re starting to see why. Two Jack & Cokes and he’s fucking gone already.

“I’m telling you y/n, The Rise of Skywalker is so fucking good. You should stop being a haterrrr,” he says, inches away from your face as he leans over to you, nearly pushing you off the couch. You’ve never been this physically close to him, though you’ve certainly thought about it (more than once). Your heart flutters from the proximity of his lips to yours, but you have more important matters at hand right now.

“I didn’t say I hated it, it’s just not that good compared to all the other Star Wars movies!”

He picks up his drink again. You stop him before he can take a sip, handing him a glass of water instead.

“Well how would I know? I haven’t seen the other movies.”

“WHAT?!”

He takes a big gulp of the water. “I’ve only seen the new ones,” he admits with a shrug.

“Oh my god,” you mumble, resting your forehead against your palm in exasperation. You grab the remainder of his beverage and drink it all in one go.

This argument isn’t that serious of course - you just need to calm your nerves a bit, considering Soonyoung has now placed your hand on your thigh as he blabbers on.

“Besides, seeing Kylo Ren and Rey finally kiss was great. I cheered.”

“You’re a fucking REYLO SHIPPER??”

“A what?” He blinks at you with heavy eyelids. “I don’t speak that language.”

“Kylo Ren and Rey made a terrible couple, it’s literally toxic. The plot between them should’ve never been a romance.”

“But I like romance!” he practically shouts in your face. You’ve always enjoyed bantering with Soonyoung for fun, but the alcohol in both of your systems is definitely upping the ante. You’ve seen him act ridiculous plenty of times before, but he’s on another level today.

“It’s fucking Star Wars, it doesn’t need romance!!” you shout back.

“Well I think it does!” he states indignantly.

“What do you know?? You haven’t seen the other movies!!”

“So I can’t have an opinion??”

“NO??”

“Why are you being so mean to meeeee,” Soonyoung whines, making big sad puppy dog eyes at you. “I’ve never done anything wrong in my life.”

“You’re literally insane. Get off of me!” you shout as he leans over onto you, practically clinging onto you in his drunken stupor.

He ignores you, getting even more up in your face. “You’re just mad because I have better taste in movies than you.”

“Will you just shut the FUCK UP???”

“MAKE ME!”

You pause, staring at him for a few moments too long. He stares back at you, confusion spreading across his face. Then-

You kiss him.

Your lips press softly against his for only a few moments. You pull back, looking at your roommate eye to eye, watching his inebriated brain trying to process what just happened. As if a lightbulb goes off above his head, it suddenly clicks. He swallows nervously.

“What was that for?” he hesitantly asks, barely more than a whisper.

“I…” you start, but quite honestly you don’t know where that came from. Sure, you’ve found Soonyoung attractive since the day you met him - and sure, living with him has led to a few domestic fantasies here and there. But you are friends, nothing more - your boundaries are unspoken, but clearly established.

Or so you thought.

Soonyoung’s dark eyes stare into yours. Panic alarms are going off in your head. You fucked up you fucked up you fucked up oh god you fucked up big time…

“I’m so sorr-”

You don’t get to finish that sentence. Soonyoung’s mouth aligns with yours, kissing you hungrily, his hands grasping onto your arms. Shock reverberates through your body as he makes out with you, his hands sliding to your back, pulling your body close against his as his tongue pokes at your lips, requesting entrance. You let him in. He squeezes you even tighter against him as he kisses you like his life depends on it.

After what felt like about a thousand years, you break apart, barely - his lips hovering mere inches in front of yours. The look he gives you is one you’ve never seen him make before - he gazes at you like you’re the most delicious thing he’s ever seen, and he wants to devour you.

You try to speak, but nothing comes out. You’re simply dumbstruck.

“You don’t know how long I’ve been wanting to do that,” he mutters as his hands drop to your hips, still holding onto you for dear life.

“You… like me?”

You silently curse yourself at how dumb you sound. Asking him if he likes you, as if you were in fucking middle school.

“Yeah,” he replies emphatically. “I really really really like you.”

Your head spins, the intoxication doing nothing to help you process this information.

“Um… since when?”

Soonyoung is still drunk as hell, but he speaks clear as day.

“Short answer, since we moved in together.”

You wait for him to elaborate. He doesn’t.

“And the long answer?”

He shifts awkwardly, doing a very poor job of trying to hide his boner.

“Middle of July. It was hot as balls. I woke up that morning to you making pancakes. You were wearing a light blue tank top with nothing underneath, and-” he trails off. You raise an eyebrow at him, waiting for him to go on.

“And my god, your boobs looked perfect. The pancakes smelled good, but all I wanted was your tits in my mouth.”

His hand delicately trails up to your breasts, where he is currently staring, taking one of them and squeezing it. He lets out a soft groan as he does.

“Fuck, even better than I imagined.”

“Is that why you took so long to come out for breakfast that day?” you say as your fingertips glide over his thigh, moving toward the very obvious bulge that has formed in his pants. You grab his cock through the fabric. He practically yelps as you begin to caress it slowly.

“Y-yeah,” he answers, his voice going up an octave, practically melting under your touch.

“So you’re saying that you went and jerked off while you thought of my tits.”

“Um,” he tenses up nervously, realizing what he’s just admitted to.

Before he can say anything else, you take your shirt off, leaving you in just your bra. If his eyes could physically pop out of his head on a pair of springs, they’d be doing just that right now.

You unclasp the hook, removing the undergarment and tossing it aside. He gawks at you - his cock twitches under your palm. You begin to stroke his length, but he immediately grabs your hand to stop you.

“I’ll cum in my pants if you keep doing that.” He’s still staring at your chest.

“Where would you rather cum?”

“I- what?” He looks up at you, his eyes darting between your mouth and your eyes, then back to your boobs, then back to your mouth.

“Okay then,” you say as you slide off the couch.

“What’re you-” he asks, but freezes as you position yourself between his legs. His body tenses as you undo his belt, quickly unfastening the button and yanking the zipper down. The rock hard bulge protrudes through the fabric of his underwear, begging to escape. You pull the band down, freeing his already-leaking cock. You take the length in your hands, giving it a few slow strokes. He sinks into the couch with a loud groan.

“Oh my god,” he mumbles, your touch sending him to another planet.

With a swirl of your tongue you lap up the precum dripping from his tip, causing him to let out the biggest whine. You wrap your lips around the head, slowly taking his length into your mouth.

“Fuckkkkkkk, y/n…”

He lets out a gasp as you swallow him to his base. He places one hand softly upon your head as you begin to move your mouth up and down his cock. Within seconds he is a moaning, blubbering mess.

“Feels so good baby, oh god don’t stop. You’re so fucking hot oh my god… fuckkkk…”

You increase your pace. Between moans he continues praising you, whining and whimpering, begging you for more. The man simply cannot shut up about how good you’re sucking him off.

And it’s making you so incredibly wet right now.

You want to touch yourself so badly, but your priority is pleasuring Soonyoung. And judging by the way he is wriggling under you, bucking his hips and fucking his cock into your throat, unintelligibly babbling as he moans your name - you’re doing a pretty damn good job.

“Oh fuck,” he cries out. “Fuck, y/n, gonna cum…”

The words are barely out of his mouth before hot white ropes are hitting the back of your throat. He grips onto your hair as he cums, cock pulsating in your mouth as he rides out his high. As he comes down, he collapses into the sofa - you slowly pull your mouth off of him, making a show of swallowing all of his cum.

“Jesus fucking Christ, y/n…”

You climb back up onto the couch. He immediately leans in and starts kissing you.

“Thank you,” he murmurs between kisses.

“Are you seriously thanking me for sucking your dick?”

He shrugs as he wraps his arms around your waist. “You just gave me the best head of my life, least I can do is say thanks.”

“Actually,” he corrects himself right away, “I take that back. If you’ll let me, can I… may I please eat you out?”

You burst out laughing. He looks at you, puzzled.

“Sorry, if you don’t want-”

“No no no,” you tell him, still laughing. “It’s not that, I’ve just never had anybody ask me so politely like that before.”

His face lights up, hopeful. “So can I?” he pleads enthusiastically. “Pleaseeeeeeee? Please please please?”

You lean your head into his shoulder, giggling like an idiot.

“Soonyoung, you are truly one of a kind.”

He gently grabs your chin, tilting your head up until you are eye to eye. His nose presses into yours.

“Is that a yes?”

You smile as you kiss him.

“Yes, it’s a yes.”

He practically leaps off the couch, startling you. He grabs your hand, pulling you up and directing you toward his bedroom.

“Wait,” he says as he pauses. He looks at you very seriously.

“My room or yours?”

“Don’t care,” you respond eagerly.

He grins. “Yours, then.”

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little-diable · 9 months

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Let me take care of you - Kylo Ren (smut)

A small drabble written for @the-tales-of-ren - I hope you enjoy this lovie! Please like and reblog if you enjoyed reading this, your comments keep us writers motivated! Enjoy my loves. xxx

Summary: Kylo is scared to touch reader after her surgery, yet she won't let go of him, begging to feel him close

Warnings: 18+, smut, oral (f), just soft pwp

Pairing: Kylo Ren x fem!reader (1.1k words)

The soft glow of ambient lighting cast a warm and gentle ambience in Kylo and (y/n)'s shared chambers. In the aftermath of her surgery, the room seemed to cocoon them in a haven of tranquillity. The grandeur of dark, obsidian walls was softened by delicate tapestries that hung like echoes of a distant past, and the air was thick with a serene calm.

Kylo found himself entrapped in the fragility of the moment. (Y/n) lay on the dark, expensive bedding, the sterile scent of the medical bay replaced by the subtle fragrance of flowers that Kylo had brought to bring life into the room. Each delicate petal seemed to capture the soft glow of the room, a reflection of Kylo's attempt to infuse a touch of solace into the shadows that lingered.

He was a stranger to the emotions flushing through him, all too used to pushing away the smallest ounces of fear, of worries, but ever since she had been forced to part for him, just for a few hours, he had been held hostage by this deadly mixture of emotions. He watched her, his intense gaze softened by an unfamiliar vulnerability. The stark contrast of his dark attire against the tender atmosphere only emphasized the transformation he underwent in the confines of their shared space.

"How are you feeling, love?” His whispers left (y/n) smiling, reaching her hand out to pull Kylo closer, though miserably failing. Ever since she had returned from the medical bay he had kept his distance, close enough to tend to her every need, yet far away to not hurt her.

“Kylo,” she sighed his name, fingers not daring to let go of his big ones. “Stop acting as if I’m some fragile thing you could hurt. I want you to hold me, please.”

Kylo sat down on the bed, next to her, his gaze never leaving her face. In the silence that enveloped them, he reached out to cup her cheek, the touch surprisingly gentle. His eyes, pools of intensity, softened into a rare display of tenderness.

"I've never allowed myself to care for someone as deeply as I care for you," he admitted his voice a low rumble that resonated with sincerity. "Your well-being will always be my priority, and I don’t ever want to be the reason for your pain."

(Y/n) felt her heart swelling at his words, struggling to sit up, yet determined to do so. He watched her with dark eyes, lips marked by the cuts his teeth had left, a nervous trait he’d never be able to shake. A soft kiss was pressed to his lips, momentarily making Kylo forget his every worry, pulled closer into her trap with just a simple touch.

But the kiss was anything but simple, it oozed with tension so strong, Kylo feared he’d snap any moment, once again claiming the one he hadn’t touched in days. (Y/n)’s moans seemed to tell him everything he needed to know, unable to hold onto his determination, watching it pour down the drain of neverending emotions.

Carefully Kylo pressed her back down onto the mattress, lips kissing their way down to her breasts. His eyes found the scar on her chest, eyebrows furrowed as he momentarily gave into his wandering thoughts, thoughts (y/n) managed to pull him out of with a soft, impatient moan of his name.

“I can’t have you, at least not now. But I’ll take care of you, my pretty pet.” (Y/n)’s chest rose and fell all too quickly, not caring about the slight uncomfortableness her scars made her feel, not fully healed just yet. All she could focus on was the feeling of Kylo pushing the big shirt of his she wore up to her hips, pulling her panties down her legs within seconds.

She barely got any time to breathe, eyes fluttering close the second his warm mouth came in touch with her needy cunt, licking her arousal-covered folds. (Y/n)’s moans reverberated through the bedroom, silently thanking whoever had designed their room for the soundproof walls, allowing them to be as loud as they wanted to.

“Oh, stars, right there.” Her words left Kylo smirking against her folds, sucking on her pulsing bundle of nerves as he pushed two fingers into her tightness, curling them against the spot that always left her gasping. Kylo could only hum against her skin, high on the taste of her, the sweetest taste he’d never forget about, longing for it whenever they parted for more than a few hours. She was his everything, the one he needed with every rise of a new day, the one he’d turn to when the walls began to close in on him. She was his all, his eternity.

Kylo ate her out with a certain kind of pleasure, finding enjoyment in her mewls, her gasps, and her moans, the sounds sending sparks straight down his spine and right to his aching cock. He’d have to take care of his desperation later on, not daring to fuck her while she was still healing, very well knowing that he’d be unable to control himself the second her walls flutter around him.

With his eyes set on her pleasure-drunken features, Kylo watched her creep closer and closer to her release. He was determined, and wanted to see and hear her fall apart, all because of him. His thumb found her pulsing bundle, momentarily pulling his mouth away to inhale a few deep breaths.

“I’m so close, fuck, Ky’, don’t stop, don’t you dare stop.” His fingers fucked her ruthlessly, fast enough to push her close to the brink of passing out, though not wanting to slip from his grasp just yet. Kylo added more speed to his movements, pushing down harder on her clit to give her the last needed push, coaxing a high-pitched moan from her.

His fingers kept fucking her through her high, sending her a sweet smile as (y/n) slowly opened her eyes. Only as he felt her relax did Kylo dare to pull away, moving up her body to press a slow, loving kiss to her warm lips.

“I can’t wait for you to be off bedrest, I don’t know how much longer I can go without stuffing you full with my cock.”

#Kylo ren smut #kylo ren imagine #kylo ren x reader #star wars smut

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moondirti · 5 months

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What are some of your comfort fics? I’m dying for recommendations and I trust your taste

the way i classify a comfort fic is something i've read more than once, so. not all of these are particularly comforting (that is, soft/fluffy) but they're all pieces of art and should be revered

darkfics in red. multifandom list. links to tumblr or ao3

COD

lavender skies, by @yeyinde

dangle on the leash, by @/yeyinde

sink or swim, by @/yeyinde

the pit, by @peachesofteal

dead disco, by @/peachesofteal

saltwater, by @ceilidho

landscape with honey, by @/ceilidho

pet au, by @cordeliawhohung

omegaverse au, by @sprout-fics

red fox series, by @charnelhouse

OTHER FANDOMS

sober ii (melodrama), by shaekespeares on ao3 francis abernathy x richard papen

out there, somewhere, by renaissance on ao3 francis abernathy x richard papen

anagnorisis, by maiden_of_asgard on ao3 kylo ren x f! reader

imperium, by audrey_w on ao3 armitage hux x f! oc (+ kylo ren)

rough day, by @no-droids din djarin x f! reader

i've flown too close to the sun, by /charnelhouse din djarin x f! reader

for the love that used to be there, @fatesundress tom riddle x f! reader

atrophy, by @/yeyinde joel miller x f! reader

#not an exhaustive list #༄dee recs #<for more recs check out this tag #༄dee answers

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anatee · 2 years

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Fantasy | Kylo Ren x Reader Smut

Fantasy | Kylo Ren x Reader Smut One Shot. 18+. MINORS DNI.

Word count: 4.3K

Content warning: fem!reader x Kylo; a few curse words; jealous, possessive Kylo, one tiny bit of violence (not smut-related), inappropriate use of the Force, smut: thigh riding, fingering, oral (f receiving), size difference (and kink ig lol), piv (unprotected), filth really

Author’s note: What bothers me in many Kylo smuts is that he is excessively ruthless. And while I do agree this man is no softie in bed, sometimes the degradation goes so far it’s actually a turn-off to me, so here we have this, the man’s still the leader but doesn’t make you feel like scum ig

"Why did you invite me here?"

Y/N was still shocked she found herself in Kylo Ren's quarters. They had known each other even before she became a First Order soldier, but it was the first time she got to visit him. She didn't know why: ever since she started her military career, she saw him only a few times, and always with his mask on, either arguing with General Hux or walking aggressively maker knows where.

They didn't even talk much, busy with their own duties, however this part changed two weeks earlier. He started approaching her often, talking to her even if he didn't need to and, eventually, asked to come with him. She followed him gladly, but in utter shock at the same time, not quite understanding what he was trying to achieve.

Yet there she was, alone with him in the private quarters while almost everyone else on the ship was going to bed.

It was the first time she was even near his room. Twice the size of her quarters, it was mostly black with red accents just like every interior of the First Order. Everything was dimly lit by one source of light, and it didn't seem like he wanted it any brighter. He gestured for her to sit on a metallic, circular chair while he approached a weird piece of furniture resembling a well filled with ashes instead of water. And then, to her surprise, he took his helmet off to put it there.

He turned to face her, making her jaw drop. She had seen him before, of course, but it was a long time ago. He matured a lot.

"Wow," she breathed out before she could stop herself. "I... I almost forgot how you look like."

"You like it?" he asked with a smirk dancing on the corners of his mouth.

This question made her gulp, because she knew about the Force, she knew that Kylo could read her mind like an open book if he wanted. He even tried to show her the ways of the Force years before, but it wasn't strong with her. That's why she worried...

She worried he knew how attractive she had always found him, and now even more so. Black, thick hair, broad shoulders, the face that looked young and mature at the same time. He was much more pleasant to look at without the mask, although the act of taking it off was hot by itself.

"Is this your way of asking if you're attractive to me?" she retorted, trying to save herself as her First Order uniform suddenly became much warmer.

"You've been on my mind recently."

Her heart jumped for a moment. She threw her ponytail back, but even though she didn't have her hat on anymore, it still felt very hot... And she wanted to keep it cool.

"Is that so? Why?" She raised an eyebrow, engulfed in a weird feeling. She hadn't looked him in the eye for a long time and it made her heart race.

"I saw you have been talking to this one guy lately."

"You mean Admiral Fando?"

Kylo's face was almost expressionless. "Whatever his name is."

"Well, yes, he approaches me often. Tries to be funny, I sup..."

"I don't like him talking to you," Kylo cut her off sharply, rendering her speechless for a moment. She thought she had long forgotten the feelings she used to have for him before joining the army, but when he was saying things like this, it was impossible to stay calm.

She cleared her throat eventually. "Why?"

At that moment, as if she weren't shocked enough by everything he was doing, he sat beside her, making her feel extremely small, both literally and metaphorically. He was huge next to her... And one could almost feel the power vibrating, whirling all around him. It must have been part of why he was so intimidating.

His face was less than ten inches from hers as he leaned towards her to say quietly:

"Because I don't like any man trying to court you."

She swallowed hard, because even if it weren't her he was threatening, he looked murderous, and she knew what he was capable of. "You think he's trying to?"

"Don't be delusional, Y/N. Why else would he do this?"

She knew this question would be very risky, but she asked nevertheless.

"And why are you doing this?" She looked down, then back up at him, trying to understand the situation they found themselves in.

There was a moment of silence, silence so tense Y/N feared they might lose oxygen from the room soon. Kylo was piercing her with his gaze, so intensely it almost made her dizzy.

"You know that I can hear your thoughts. I don't look into them at all, but once... Once they were so loud..."

He moved his face closer to speak straight to her ear. The moment she felt his hot breath tingle her skin, she was hopeless; she had a strong inkling she knew what kind of thoughts he was talking about, and waiting for the confirmation like for a sentence.

"I know your fantasy," he whispered in his deep voice. "I know about everything you want to be done to you. I heard it loud and clear."

Each word was almost like a separate touch between her legs.

Suddenly everything made sense. The dates aligned - she remembered that night her thoughts went wild, her mind playing out every erotic scenario she wanted to experience while she pleasured herself on her bed, but didn't even get half the satisfaction she wished for. Little did she know it made him realise how much he desired her, how much he wanted to act out his own dreams with her, and he decided he would make it happen.

Y/N was surprised herself, but she was not embarrassed at all while listening to him - on the contrary, it was turning her on, and the only fear she had was that he knew her emotions.

"Well, thinking that is not an offence..." she replied breathily, not daring to think he had something else on his mind other than scolding her, even if deep down she wanted him to have.

"That's not what I'm talking about."

He was still speaking against her ear, craning his neck from time to time to watch the expression on her face. Her lips were parted, her gaze half-lidded, and he was intoxicated by that view. Eventually, he decided he wanted to see more of it.

He put his cold, gloved hand on her hot cheek, and the feeling of the leather itself sent a shiver down her spine. All of this was the last thing she expected to be doing that day - but she wished it would never end. He never acted like this, but he always had an effect on her...

He guided her head gently so she would face him, the subtle touch almost igniting a flame between them. She was sure that if he had no gloves on, it would drive her crazy.

After a moment of silence, Kylo spoke while looking right into her eyes. "You're talking to this guy... Do you think he can do it? Do you think he can make you feel as good as you want? Do you think he could fulfil your fantasy?"

His gaze alone was penetrating her, petrifying her completely as the provoking questions echoed against the walls of the spacious room.

She gave in.

"It's not him whom I'd like to fulfil it with."

That sentence alone made him heave a sigh as blood rushed through his entire body. He didn't even need to use the Force; her eyes told him everything he wanted to know.

"Who, then?" he asked even though the answer was right there, in the way she gazed at him.

They both felt that question between their legs.

The only thing stopping him from ripping clothes off of her was that he wanted to do this right, especially now that he knew she desired him just as much. Besides, he would love to catch her off guard one day...

"You could have just told me," he said, making her snort.

"You could have not entered my thoughts."

"You will thank me for doing this," he whispered against her lips, making her heart stop for a split second. She was anticipating something, anything, any touch, words, any action from him, hoping beyond hope he would let the lust from his eyes take over.

He brushed his gloved finger over her bottom lip, trying not to give into the frenzy too quickly. A smirk formed on his face as he was already planning what he'd do to her.

"Let's meet again soon."

He left her that day with arousal, disappointment and anticipation all at the same time.

The next few days were a hell to go through. Kylo Ren didn't leave her thoughts not even for a second, making focusing on her duties almost impossible. But how could she not be thinking about him when she remembered the words he had told her with the velvety voice, when the feeling of his hand still seemed to linger on her cheek? She was constantly alerted, just waiting for the moment he decides to take her back to his quarters.

To make matters worse, he realised what she was daydreaming about, and he absolutely loved it. He made sure she saw him every day so both of them would crave the other person even more, and he was just waiting for the best opportunity to show her that only he could give her the pleasure she had fantasised about.

The opportunity presented itself one calm evening, almost two weeks later, when the tension between them was so high both Kylo and Y/N wanted to throw themselves on the other at any given moment. That evening, she finished her shift and intended to go straight to her room to rest, but Admiral Fando approached her before she could even leave her console.

"Where are you headed?"

"To my quarters, where else?" she replied in a surprised tone as she stood up from her chair.

"Well, you look and smell exceptionally well today, I thought you had some other plans." He smiled at her, and she was given yet another confirmation Kylo was right about him.

But she did look and smell better. Ever since her tense encounter with Ren, she tried to take better care of her appearance, should he decide to invite her again. She shaved herself to the root and used the most deliciously smelling lotion she could access.

"Thank you, but that is just me caring about myself," she replied, making sure everything was in place for the shift coming after her.

"But if you don't have any other plans... Then maybe you'll come and visit my quarters instead."

And Kylo Ren heard that. Every word, loud and clear, even though he was far away from where Fando was standing. It railed him up immediately; this was the moment. He couldn't wait anymore.

Y/N was flabbergasted. She suspected he might eventually ask her this, but had no idea how to react once it happened.

"That is a bit unprofessional, isn't it, Admiral?" she replied half seriously, half jokingly, trying to get out of the situation.

"Oh, come on. I'm not asking anything weird," he continued. "We can just drink tea and talk."

Y/N let out a sigh. She wanted to refuse, but it was quite complicated since he was her superior and it felt like it was against the protocol.

"It's very nice of you, but I..."

"Come on, Y/N," he cut her off, moving closer to her. "I know you're not taken. Do not act unavaila..."

He trailed off because a loud gasp escaped her lips, one that was unexpected by both parties.

"What's going on?" Fando frowned.

Y/N wished she could explain. Just a moment before, she felt something touch her, like an invisible hand, right between her legs. A shiver of pleasure went down her as she realised whose hand it must have been.

Before she even opened her mouth to respond, her heart racing, she sensed presence somewhere behind herself... And soon, a man in a mask was towering over her and Fando, wrath radiating from him.

It all happened in a split second. One move of Kylo's hand was enough; Fando was thrown against the wall, then fell to the floor with a yelp of pain. Ren didn't even give him a second glance as he spoke to Y/N again:

"Follow me."

She did not dare disobey him, did not dare to check on Fando who was whimpering on the floor... She followed Ren step by step to his quarters, and the moment the door closed behind them, he cornered her.

"I told you it would come to this," he said with disappointment, trapping her between the wall and his body, enveloping her in the feeling of smallness.

"He approached me first, I just replied." She intended to respond loudly and proudly, but her voice failed her as he inched closer.

"Then I'll show you," he grabbed the sides of his helmet and took it off aggressively, "why you shouldn't even reply to scum like him." He threw the helmet into the ashes, his eyes never leaving hers.

She suppressed a shiver as he put a gloved hand under her chin. Her eyes, wide and full of admiration, were staring back at him, and he couldn't get enough of that view.

He smirked. "I should have done this sooner."

"Then stop talking and start doing already. You left me waiting for so long," she said before she could stop herself, making him sneer.

"Cocky, aren't you?" He took his hand back. "Why don't we change that?"

For a split second, fear overtook her as he took a step back, and she had no idea what he was about to do. He threw his cape off, then put one of his hands in front of him, brows furrowed in concentration.

Two invisible hands cupped her breasts at the same time, pulling out a gasp out of her yet again. This further confirmed he was the one responsible for what she felt back at the bridge. It was such a weird sensation, but a pleasurable one, something being there and not existing at the same time, vibrating, pulsating against her body while he wasn't touching her at all. He had never done this to her before.

"I-" She sighed heavily, trying to form a sentence as the large hands massaged her breasts. "I didn't know you- you could do that."

He clearly enjoyed these words as he smirked again. "See? You've underestimated me... Not the first person who has..."

He moved closer to her, maintaining the Force touch - and it made her want to act, too.

"You underestimate me as well, Kylo."

She stood on her tiptoes to grab him by the neck and bring him to her lips. Caught by surprise, he lost focus for a split second, but then quickly seized the initiative again. His invisible hands were untying her hair and taking off her hat or gloves, while his real ones were roaming her body, looking for openings in her uniform.

Minutes passed and she was beginning to lose her breath. She had never thought he'd be kissing her, yet there she was, letting his tongue in anywhere he wanted.

He eventually grabbed her buttock with his one hand and her thigh with the other, raising it so she would wrap it around him. When she did, his arm travelled to her nape, and he held it tight to kiss her hungrily. Hell, fire was flowing through him while he was doing it. Who knew her taste would be so addictive, her lips so soft he could nibble and lick them constantly? Had he known all of this, he would have been devouring her ages ago.

His kisses were hungry and demanding, making her dizzy, but that was just what she wanted. At that moment, she was so drunk on his taste, scent and noises she would allow him to do anything to her. Each of his sharp breaths, loud grunts to keep focus on the Force, the strong, fresh scent that lingered on his body... All of these things made her notice him and him only.

"Fuck," she whimpered against his lips when his real hand slipped underneath her pants. He immediately circled her clit through the material of her panties, causing her to buckle her hips.

He let out a triumphant laugh. "Look at you, and I haven't even started yet..."

The invisible hands took off her boots, and then her pants, roughly, almost causing her to lose balance. Kylo pulled her towards the circular to sit on it, and then made her settle on his thigh.

It was huge. She felt it well as she straddled it, heat from between her legs already spreading throughout her half-dressed body. She knew what he was doing; it was a picture taken straight from her mind, one of many he must have seen...

"I don't think I have to tell you your own fantasy..." he said, planting a kiss on her neck. "Ride it," he added in a commanding voice. He meant it.

The first thrust of her hips pulled a moan out of both of them. When she noticed it was already much more pleasurable than rubbing herself against furniture, she grabbed his arms as tightly as possible to steady herself and began moving back and forth.

The friction did it for him. The invisible hands took her shirt off, while the real ones grabbed her hips strongly enough to leave marks on them. She didn't restrain herself from any noises, and they turned him on more than he thought they would; his pants becoming tighter on him was the best proof of it.

That's why he didn't let her do it for long. Without any warning, he cradled her in his arms and took her to his bed. He let her lie down on the black sheets as he stood in front of her, enjoying the view - she was already soaked, just like his thigh.

"I'm taking whatever I want now," he announced to her, looking her up and down with no shame.

She just smirked, because from her new position she could see the bulge in his pants, one she knew she caused. Who knew she could have such an effect on the Kylo Ren?

"Do it," she replied with no hesitation, craving for him.

He took his gloves off and tossed them to the floor before kneeling in front of the bed. Her heart stopped just for a moment; was he really going to do it? Was he going to fulfil her another fantasy this easily?

The answer came instantly - the Force pulled her panties down, and he used his bare hands to grab her thighs to open her legs. Flesh to flesh, the sensations were even more overwhelming.

She closed her eyes, waiting for what's to come and let out a squeal when he planted a kiss on her inner thigh, massaging them at the same time.

"Open your eyes, look what's coming for you," he demanded. "He wouldn't be able to do to you what I'm about to..."

She obeyed and saw his face for a split second before his mouth came in contact with her clit. A very long lick was followed by an absolute madness of licks and sucking, almost like he took his time to prepare for it. He wanted to make her shake, and it quickly turned out it was the right way to do it as he saw her grab at the sheets out of pleasure.

The moment she moaned out his name, Kylo became drunk on the control he had over her. He let go of one of her thighs to speed up the process of her becoming undone...

"You feel good?" he asked right before sliding two fingers inside her, earning himself the loudest moan yet.

She couldn't think straight enough to give him a cohesive answer. She grabbed him by his thick hair, burying his face in her. "Fuck, Kylo."

He snorted with satisfaction. "I'll take that as a yes."

He soon added a third finger to pump in and out of her, remembering the number from her thoughts. Even she, however, didn't expect them to be this big. The sensations were indescribable; his tongue nor his fingers didn't slow down for a second, making her think she was about to have an orgasm and a heart attack.

She came. She came for the first time in months, because she couldn't quite reach that level of pleasure herself. A powerful orgasm rocked through her, her legs shaking, her breath shallow, and at that moment she was sure no other man than Kylo Ren could make her feel like that. Maybe it was the Force, maybe it was his size, maybe it was her desire for him - either way, she hadn't even hoped it would feel this good.

He let her ride it out to the end, then stood up, his face and fingers glistening - the proof of her satisfaction.

She began sitting up slowly, trying to catch her breath. "Kylo, I-"

"Stay where you are." He pressed her back into the mattress with a wave of his arm. "I am not done. I want you to not be able to think about anything else than this."

Y/N didn't even get to cool down and she was already turned on again. She watched in awe as he removed his pants and boxers, revealing his erected cock without any shame. Her mouth fell agape; not only because it was the first time seeing him naked, but also because it meant he intended to go as far as they could.

He looked at her with authority, clasping a hand around his length - as a result, she felt even smaller than in reality. If he were to interrogate her, she would be cowering, but at that moment, she was excited and waiting.

"Now, can you give me one more?" he asked quietly, his voice working wonders on her.

"Depends on what you're about to do."

"Make you beg," he used the Force to open her legs even wider, "for more."

Before she could respond, he started slowly rubbing his cock along her cunt, letting out a grunt that made her roll her eyes back. It went on for a few seconds, the sound of the wetness echoing in the room and arousing them even more.

And then, without warning, he slid into her with just the tip, then pulled out quickly. He repeated that a few times, slowly driving her insane.

"Kylo... Please..."

That's what he wanted to hear.

"Tell me what you want and you'll get it."

She gulped. The perspective of telling him what was on her mind seemed humiliating, especially that he knew exactly what she wished for.

She tried to save herself. "I cannot give orders to you."

As she expected, he did not buy it.

"Say what you want. That is my order," he replied, moving the tip once more to stimulate her further.

She closed her eyes as if bracing for impact. Alright. She could do it. It were mere words separating from another wave of pleasure. They were nothing compared to the fact that she was lying there with her legs open for him, weren't they?

She took one last deep breath. "I want you inside me."

He smiled with satisfaction. "As I thought."

He ended her torture as promised. He slid into her, slowly, because it was a lot; after all, nothing about him was small-sized.

She thought he would stay standing, but it wasn't the case. Right after a few of the first thrusts, he put his hands on either side of her body and continued dragging his body passionately, making sure to fill her up completely each time. She felt unbelievable.

"Who is making you feel good now?" he asked after hearing a moan from her, trying to hide the grunts of pleasure which were taking over him as well. "Who is the only person who can?" he rasped, keeping his head close to her neck to kiss it.

"You." She breathed heavily, her whole body shifting on the bed with each of his movements. "Only you."

He used the Force to keep himself steady and grabbed her wrists with his hands, pinning them over her head just to feel even a bit more of control. There was no mercy in his thrusts, ones he had been waiting for for days, the sexual tension finally resolving.

She didn't know if she were to have another orgasm, but he was certainly coming to one. She could hear and feel it as the powerful thrusts became sloppier, and the loudest grunt yet escaped his lips.

"You'll take it all," he almost growled, "for me."

That was his last warning before he reached his peak, letting all of it fill her up. It was insane, the whole scene, the emotions, the sounds of their breathing in the spacious room...

He placed one last desire-filled kiss on her lips, then stood up eventually, pulling out of her, leaving her with her wrists burning. She had no energy to raise again, and he stood there, watching with triumph how his cum flowed out of her.

For a moment, there was a silence, in which they both tried to regain rational thinking... And realise what had just happened, and that there was no turning back - but neither of them regretted it, not even a second. They both got what they wanted and were already thinking about repeating it.

Kylo used the Force once more to pull her closer, then put his hand under her chin again.

"You're not going to even think about anyone else now, are you?"

She smirked, still feeling his cum dripping down her thigh. "Is that your way of saying you want me only for yourself?"

"You're so right."

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bad day

eren jeager x f!reader

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eren can read you, like a book. except when he can’t.

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You wear your heart on your sleeve. Eren appreciates that about you. He’s been appreciating a lot of things about you lately - your cleanliness, your kindness, your eyes, not that he’d ever admit that. Annie had haphazardly mentioned that you were growing on Eren, which he denied. He was unsure why his cheeks were burning at the thought of it.

He never realized someone could be so expressive, so lively when it came down to it. Ever since the two of you had established you were friends, which he thought was stupid because why wouldn’t you guys be friends, you were more comfortable - you talked to him more, brought him food on the way home from class, or came to watch his soccer games.

One time, Eren made you breakfast in the morning when he noticed you were running late. Your morning reenactment of the Reputation Tour in the shower went on for too long and you were running throughout the apartment grabbing your stuff. When he handed you the bowl, he could have sworn his heart was going to burst out of his chest. Your big doe eyes, that silly little smile - he felt his breath stop in his tracks right there. He made you breakfast every day after just to see that look again.

Eren can tell when you’re annoyed with him. Your shoulders get all tense and you stop talking, which he learned was so that you could avoid confronting him. If he pushes you enough, he’ll have the words spilling out of you - going on about how he doesn’t clean up the dirt he tracks in after practice, he leaves his laundry in the dryer too long, and he talks on the phone while you’re asleep too loudly.

But what Eren can’t tell is what you’re feeling right now. You make dinner every night. Since Eren went out of his way to make breakfast everyday, he lets you make dinner or order for the two of you every night. He wouldn’t have agreed to it, but you can be surprisingly convincing if you want to be. Or he just gives in, because it’s you.

You’re surprisingly quiet, wordlessly making the pasta you had picked out for dinner. Your shoulders are drooping down, the usual liveliness in your eyes absent. Your face is void from any emotion. It’s…uncomfortable. And he doesn’t like it.

“Hey silly girl.”

You hum in response, your eyes focused on the water that’s boiling.

“What are we eating?”

“Pasta, Eren.”

He freezes. You never call him Eren. He never calls you Y/N, not unless it’s important anyways.

He’d accrued a nice collection of nicknames for you - silly girl, peaches (because of your shampoo), and kitty (only because he loves the disgusted face you make every time he says it).

You had your own for him as well - Kylo Ren (which he thought was a stupid play on words), stinky (because he doesn’t shower right after practice), and at odd times, you would call him bro, which he thought was absolutely disgusting coming out of your sweet little mouth. Why is he looking at your mouth?

“What kind?”

You sigh, the frustration rising into your cheeks.

“I- I don’t want to talk right now. Just leave me alone.”

You can feel the tears rising to your cheeks, the anger seething in you. You weren’t angry at him. You were angry at everything else - the tears rising in your cheeks, the day you had, the fact that you just snapped at him.

You put the wooden spoon down, leaning your head against the counter. You push in on your eyes with your forearms, hoping the tears will disappear if you push them away.

You feel Eren’s hand settling in your hair, soothing out the tangles from under your shirt. You sigh at the contact, lifting your head up to look at him.

He’s leaning against the counter, his long sleeve pulled up to the middle of his forearm, his stupid veiny arms on display.

“Talk.”

“You have such a way with words, Eren.”

He smiles, your talkback better than the frozen silence from earlier.

“What happened, kitty?”

“Ew, Eren. You’re so gross.”

He laughs, still waiting for a response. You can feel the tears still lingering in your eyes, the discomfort sitting in your chest. You sincerely hope it stays there and doesn’t spill out when you talk.

“It just wasn’t my day today. I spilled the breakfast you made me on the shuttle to class, my professor called on me and I didn’t know the answer, Wall Rose made my coffee bad, my hair is standing up, I have a paper due in two days, I still have to do my laundry, I snapped at Armin at work and at you just now and I’m just really, really frustrated. There’s too much going on all at once.”

He makes a mental note. If you’re surprisingly quiet, moving emotionlessly through the kitchen, you’ve had a bad day. You��ve had a bad day and you’re not talking to him to avoid taking it out on him. So sweet, even when you’re upset.

The two of you stand in silence, as you swirl the pasta around in the pan. You hope it turns out good or you think you’ll actually lose it if one more thing goes wrong today.

“Hey.”

“Hm?”

“Did you want a hug?”

You freeze, the spoon you were using to stir clinking against the pan as you drop it. You turn your head to meet his eyes, as he towers over you. His hair is damn, the smell of his Irish Spring soap still clinging to his skin.

“That’s embarrassing, Eren. You don’t have to like…pity me just because I’m upset.”

Stubborn. To a fault.

“Y/N. Maybe…I need the hug. Please?”

You narrow your eyes, meeting his green ones. You can tell he’s waiting, still leaning against the counter next to you. He’s not going to take no for an answer is he? You roll your eyes, opening your arms. He sports a cheeky grin, pulling you close to him.

The two of you stand like that for a while, your breaths moving in sync. You can feel your tears return, Eren rubbing small circles into your back.

“You’re annoying. Did you do this with your other roommate too?”

He laughs, the sound vibrating against your ear. You’re still pressed into his chest, tracking tears and snot onto his shirt.

“Oh yeah. Samuel was a big crier. I had to spoon him every day when he came back from class.”

You laugh, breaking apart to finish the pasta that you were making. But he takes over before you can, finishing making the rest for you. He dishes the pasta into two plates, balancing them in his hands as he walks over to the couch.

You settle down next to him, the remote fixed in your hand. As you open up your Netflix account, you can feel Eren scoot closer to you, an annoyed look fixed on his face.

“We’re not watching the Reputation Stadium Tour. I heard enough of that last week when you were showering.”

You pause, still clicking through the different movies.

“How did you know it was the Reputation Stadium Tour that I was singing?”

He freezes, the bowl still in his hands. You look over, a strange look plastered on his face. There’s no way.

The two of you eye his phone on the table in front of you and you reach for it before he does. You unlock his phone, scanning over for his Netflix app. He had to have watched it. How else could he know?

His hands reach for yours, wrestling the phone out of your hands. The two of you play tug of war, wobbling on your knees on top of the couch. You wrestle it out of his grasp but Eren loses his balance, toppling over you.

He’s leaning over you know, his hair flopped over his face as he towers over you. He props his hand against the side, hovering inches above you - his lips merely ghosting over yours.

“Eren.” you whisper

“Hm?”

“You watched the Reputation Stadium Tour, didn’t you?”

You see an annoyed look settle on his face and swear his eyes dart down to your lips before he gets off of you. He sticks his hand out to pull you back up, handing you your bowl from the floor.

“Tell anyone and I’ll skin you alive.”

You smile, putting on the latest episode of Arrested Development to watch while you were eating. You try to avoid the pounding in your chest, the heat in your cheeks as you sit next to him, eating the dinner the two of you had made.

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hannibals-favourite-meal · 1 year

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.⋆｡His Weakness｡⋆.

Kylo Ren x plus size reader

His Choice Masterlist

She was gone, taken and he would rip the universe apart just to get her back

Chapter Warnings: smut, size kink, d/s dynamics, blood, anger, angst, fear, softness, bath sex, oral (f receiving), guilt, death, Kylo is not a good dude my guys but he's doing his best, reader gets a spine in this chapter, m masturbation, these two are toxic

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Part 1

It all felt like a strange dream. She floated in space, weightlessness cocooned her in a comforting embrace. And yet fear simmered beneath the surface of her skin, poking and prodding at her, refusing to let her drift into the calmness of her unconscious mind.

Her heartbeat was loud in her ears and her back, her body thumping in time like a great drum being beaten upon in her chest. She wiggled her toes but there was no sensation of anything against her feet, no wind or silk sheets, just warmth. There was something around her face, forcing cold, sterile air into her lungs. It was hard, a sharp corner bit into her cheek, causing a sharp pinch when she moved her head. She tried to open her eyes but her body refused to comply.

Muffled voices carried through the space around her, the words garbled and distorted, further pulling her from the peaceful feeling of sleep. There was a thud that shook her whole body and suddenly the warmth disappeared as gravity began to tug her down once more. Two thick straps of fabric, one under each armpit, kept her suspended.

The sensations hit her all at once, making her suck in a breath but the mask on her face didn’t allow this so she began to choke. The voices began to panic and the mask was ripped off. Y/N coughed and spluttered, desperately trying to breathe. Hands gripped at her naked legs, pulling her down to the grated floor below her.

Her knees collided painfully with the ground as her breath and her vision gradually returned to her. Bright white lights blinded her for a moment before everything became clear. Two men and a woman stood over her with the emotions on their face ranging from pity to disgust.

“What are you all doing? Get her up.” The voice came from behind them, immediately spurring the younger man into action. With a surprisingly gentle touch, he lifted her to her feet, supporting her weight with an arm around her torso.

An older woman stood away from the small group- she was shorter than the others but the sheer power her body held made her look like a giant. If she didn’t have a blaster strapped to her hip, she could have very easily appeared matriarchal and kind. Yet her eyes were what caught Y/N’s attention, they were so familiar it made her chest ache.

“I am sorry that we could not fully heal your injuries but you must understand that we have to preserve our bacta for our own people.” Y/N was guided to the lone bed in the room and forced to sit on its edge, the man stepping away once more. His eyes were strangely filled with empathy. “The cuts will scar but you aren’t at risk of infection anymore.”

“We should’ve just left her rotting in a cell.” The older man grumbled, rolling his eyes causing the other woman to scoff.

“She’s just as much of a victim of him as you are.” A chill blew into the room but the tension was quickly shattered as the one beside Y/N spoke up.

“Maybe we should wait outside while the General talks to her.” He grabbed the other man by the arm and practically dragged him out, the young woman following close behind, their gazes still locked together. The door slid silently closed behind them, leaving only Y/N and the ‘General’.

She sighed and turned towards a cabinet, pulling out some folded fabric. “Put this on.” Only now, Y/N noticed her state of undress- wearing only a breast band and some shorts that did nothing to hide the curve of her body. She took the offered clothes and quickly dressed in the thin gown, thankful for some decency.

“Where am I?” Her voice was squeaky, a result of the dry air she had been breathing for stars knew how long.

“I can’t tell you exactly, I’m sure you’d understand but you are safe, that is what I can tell you.”

Y/N’s eyes narrowed. “I assume you’re using me to get some advantage over the First Order.” Her grip tightened on the cane in her hand, her knuckles going pale. “Or is it that you want to hurt him?” The left side of her mouth twitched.

“You are a victim of the First Order’s cruelty, I am giving you an opportunity to prevent others from suffering the same fate.” Y/N remained silent, the woman sighed heavily. “Any information you can give us would be valuable. You will be rewarded.”

“With what? My death warrant?” She hissed. “The rebels cannot protect me from them, from him. You are already half-dead, barely protecting your own pathetic outposts. If you know what’s good for you, you’ll leave me somewhere he can find me easily, then maybe he won’t rip you all to pieces.”

The General scowled and a realisation dawned on the young woman. “I know that look. You know, he looks exactly the same when someone pisses him off. You must be his mo-“

“That’s enough!” The room lit up, rippling with power. It was far less than what Kylo was capable of, but she knew the Force when she felt it. “I can see now that you need to be alone, to rethink your priorities. Someone will come speak to you in a few days.”

The lock clicked into place behind her, leaving Y/N alone once more but she had a smile on her face. Even if there was a high possibility that her master would not come for her, she had found the weakness in their ranks.

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Y/N figured that she was most likely on a larger transport ship. It would have to be small enough not to be spotted by the Order but large enough that it would allow her to be housed in an infirmary bay by herself. The room was almost entirely barren of supplies, and in some places, the metal siding of the walls had been stripped away, she presumed for extra parts for repairs.

They had not gone into hyperdrive while she had been awake so they could not have been far from the Star Destroyer she had been calling home. And considering that the cuts on her back were only just at the stage of scarring, her time in the bacta tank had to have been less than an hour.

A few rebels had come and gone, each trying their hand at prying information from her, but she had remained silent. They were quickly becoming desperate for anything. One even asked her what material the First Order used for the clothes she had been given.

There were moments where she had been tempted to divulge what she knew- when she remembered his cruelty and the way he hurt her but just as quickly, she’d recall his soft touch, his praise, his generosity. In those moments, she found that her fingers would curl into the collar that still hung around her neck.

She wished that he would come for her, she wished he would leave her alone. She wanted to be in his arms, she wanted to be so far away from him that he would never find her, no matter how hard he looked.

When she awoke from a very light sleep on her third day of captivity, she had made up her mind.

The panel by the door was bent just enough that Y/N could slip her index and middle finger inside it even while she held a long screw she found under the bed. The metal shook as she struggled to hold onto it with her fingertips. She cringed each time it hit the panel, producing a soft clink each time. “Come one.” She murmured under her breath as she attempted to stabilise the screw.

A hopeful smile began to grow on her lips as she felt it bump against something semi-soft. If she were to guess, it would have to be one of the cables connecting to the door, or she could be completely wrong and it was just her mind playing tricks on her but she had to take a chance.

Wedging her hand into the gap as far as she could, she readjusted her hold on the screw so the end tipped down over the cable. Quickly, her middle finger curled around the end while her index finger kept a hold of the top. Once she was sure that she had a good grip, she yanked her hand back out, yanking the wire out of place.

There was a spark and the lights above her flickered for a moment before the shut off completely. She held her breath as she stood and approached the door. Placing her palms flat against either side of the crack in the door, she pushed them apart.

The metal groaned in protest as she added more of her weight behind them until they finally gave way, opening just wide enough for her to force her way through.

Unable to help herself, she gave a soft shout of victory before whipping her head around. The hall was empty, suspiciously so. She looked left, then right, taking a chance, she headed down the hall to her left, hoping it would get her to the escape pods. Her bare feet slapped against the floor almost silently as she walked.

From behind her, she could vaguely hear what sounded like shouting and a distant buzz which was interrupted by a dangerous crackle every few seconds. Y/N hurried along her path, blocking out the noise. Her only concern was getting as far away from this ship as possible.

She took a sharp left into a larger hallway, picking up her pace as screams soon began to echo through the ship. A bright light guided her way, urging her to go faster and faster, the crackling getting louder with each step.

Her lungs burned and her legs ached but she was getting closer to the end, the light getting brighter until it all went dark. She froze at the end of the hall. There was a huge window in front of her that had been the source of the illumination. It overlooked a massive cargo hold that was now totally empty. The hanger doors were gone, quite obviously having been blasted through by a much larger ship.

The light that she had been seeing was a series of flares that were now mostly burnt out, leaving one or two left that floated around aimlessly.

It was a dead end.

Quickly, she began to back peddle, her new path drawing her closer to the screams. In her mind, people would be running away, towards the escape pods so if she encountered them at just the right time, she might be able to blend into the panicked throng and get away cleanly. She refused to think about who caused the destruction in the hanger and the fear that permeated the filtered air.

Step, step, pause. Breathe, listen. Step, step, pause.

Y/N kept the stuttering pace even as the screams died down. “Where is she!” A voice thundered so powerfully, the modulator layered over it cracked. She flinched and shoved herself against the wall beside her.

“Please no!” Another voice begged but was quickly cut off by that same crackling she heard earlier. The voice went silent. A thought burrowed its way into her mind- the voice could be him, he could’ve come for her. But she shook it off. He wouldn’t come for her, not after what he did.

Her eyes flicked down to the ground right before she was about to take another step, and that’s when she noticed the blood. It pooled on the reflective surface, dulling the reflections of the overhead lights. She gasped behind her hand as she finally spotted the first body.

He had been torn to shreds, his flesh almost completely seared off. His eyes bulged out of his skull in a cartoonish manner. Y/N quickly looked away, choking down the bile that had risen to the back of her throat.

She stepped around the blood as best she could while eyeing the hall just across from her that seemed to lead to yet another hanger and it was thankfully in the opposite direction from the angry voice. She glanced quickly towards the other direction and then made a run for it.

“Y/N!” Automatically, she froze. Her name sounded so foreign in his voice but at the same time, it settled onto her chest, warming that place which had been frozen since she had been stolen from her home so long ago.

Her mind battled itself, both wishing that it was just an auditory hallucination from trauma and so desperately wishing that he was actually there. “Pet-“ He stopped himself. “Y/N please, I’ve been looking for you for so long. Please come back.”

He was begging her, his voice now soft and almost loving. She could feel him getting closer, the shadow of his huge physique looming over her. “Did you kill everyone on board?”

“Yes.” He answered bluntly.

“Why?” She finally turned to look at him. Kylo’s shoulders were simultaneously slumped and tense with rage. He held tightly to the hilt of his lightsaber though it was no longer lit. She expected him to be wearing his mask but the red streaks through the black material were new.

He took a chance and stepped closer. “I would kill worlds to get you back.” Much to her shame, Y/N swooned internally.

“But your moth-“ She began but stopped when his free hand clenched into a fist.

“General Organa nor her little followers were here, just some insignificant worms who knew nothing.” She expected him to lash out but instead, his fingers unfurled from the palm of his hand and he offered it to her. “None of that matters now, just come home.”

She did not hesitate to take his hand.

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Part 2

The tension aboard the Star Destroyer was almost unbearable. Not only was the Star Killer completely destroyed and new pressure added to Kylo to hunt down Skywalker and Rey, but there was also the issue of Y/N.

They danced around each other with far less grace than either hoped. Frequently, Kylo found himself reaching out to touch her in her most intimate of places, wishing to feel her warmth around him once more but would pull away just as quickly when he recalled the terrified screams that still haunted his thoughts. And when Y/N would change or slip into the shower, she would always look back, expecting a large hand to cup her naked hip as his lips descended upon her throat.

He never slept in the bed with her, she never asked about his day. They were suspended in time, waiting for one of them to break, to finally shatter the delusion they were existing in.

With her return to the Destroyer, Kylo had granted Y/N a small extra freedom- once a day, she could go for a small walk through the ship. Granted, she would be accompanied by two of his most trusted stormtroopers and at most, the walk would be 15 minutes long, but she was excited about it anyway.

When she left for her walk on this particular day, Kylo had already been gone- summoned for a council with his master. She had noticed the slight tremor in his hands as he took his helmet from its place beside the door, but made no comment on it, simply acknowledging his quick ‘be good’ with a soft nod of her head.

Her guards arrived a few minutes after his departure (she assumed they were waiting around the corner so they didn’t have to encounter the sith) and she soon followed behind him.

The ship was far more busy than usual, yet no eyes followed her as she walked. Apparently in the couple days she had been gone, all of the First Order seemingly had been conditioned to treat her with the same respect given to the high command.

Her walk was pleasant, she even got one of her guards to speak to her this time, but all-too-soon she was returned to their chambers and met with an unexpected sight.

Kylo sat on their bed, his back against the headboard. He was shirtless, his black hair loose and falling over his face, moving with the force of his breaths. The dark trousers he always wore were open and pulled part way down his muscular thighs, revealing the way one of his huge hands was wrapped around his hard cock.

His brows were pinched and his lips downturned like he was angry, this was only compounded by the growls he released when his fist met the thatch of hair at the base of his pelvis. “Fuck.” He half-moaned, head falling back with a painful sounding thud.

Y/N swallowed thickly as the doors slid closed behind her. Ever since that night, he had not touched her, he hadn’t even given a hint that he was interested in sex until this very moment. And even as the scars on her back throbbed, reminding her of exactly why she should turn away and leave, she found herself rooted to the spot, watching with rapt attention as he furiously fisted his cock.

“Y/N.” She jolted with his whine of her name, heat pooling between her legs.

“Master.” She responded, practically cooing at him. Kylo’s eyes flew open and she didn’t miss the way his cock throbbed as he spotted her. He held her gaze as she slowly approached the bed, barely breathing until she placed a hand gently upon his thigh.

His wide chest puffed up as he sucked in a breath, her hand moving closer to his cock. She began to lean in, her eyes dropping to his lips before flicking back up to his dark eyes.

The tension that had been steadily growing since he brought her home was almost stifling now, so thick that she felt she could choke on it. They were still waiting for that moment where it would explode and as Y/N’s breath fanned across his lips, Kylo’s resolve broke into a million tiny pieces.

His arms darted out and she quickly found herself in his lap, dress hitched over the top of her thighs so that his cock could rest upon the soft mound of her cunt. Their lips met in a messy but passionate kiss, tongues tangled as their teeth clacked together. The hand that previously gripped himself now held onto her naked thigh, the tips of his fingers digging into the plush flesh as his other hand slid to her ass.

She moaned into his mouth, pushing her hips forward into his own. Heat grew wildly between them as he began to guide her grinding but not directly taking the lead. She felt his lips quirk with a smile when she gasped.

Slowly his hand trailed from her ass to up beneath her dress, tracing the curve of her spine. Her arms wrapped around his neck, encouraging his touch until he stopped moving. His fingers brushed against the raised lines of her scars, his face becoming confused just for a moment before he violently pulled away.

“Stop.” There was an almost imperceptible treble to his voice as he spoke, turning his head away from her. She slid from his lap and onto the bed, confused. “I have to go.” He shoved himself back into his trousers and retrieved his shirt from the floor.

As he redressed, Y/N was suddenly back in that moment, the pain and the fear flashing behind her eyes. “Don’t go please.” She begged, trying to follow him. “Don’t leave me alone again.”

He looked back at her with an expression of pure devastation which quickly morphed into a fragile mask of anger. “You’re my pet, not my wife. I can do whatever I want with you, including leaving you here.” And he left.

But this time, Y/N didn’t stay.

She sprang from the bed and raced after the sith, determined to break through his facade. “Kylo!” She angrily called as she ran. “Fucking stop!” The eyes of dozens of First Orders soldiers followed her, watching in morbid fashion as she challenged one of the most dangerous men in the galaxy but they did not dare to stop her.

She was finally able to catch up to him when he turned to his private sparring room. “What is wrong with you?” She hissed, coming to a stop a metre away from him.

He didn’t respond. “First you buy me to be your slave but then you pleasure me too. You reward me and then you literally rip me apart. And then you kill a whole fucking ship of rebels because it meant getting me back but you’re leaving me again. You’re so fucking confusing and I honestly don’t understand you, so just tell me why!”

“Because I hurt you!” He screamed, the walls he had so carefully built falling to dust at her feet. “Because I was fucking selfish and forced you to become mine like some twisted old man. But I couldn’t stop. You are so good and soft and so fucking kind when you shouldn’t be! You should be plotting to kill me in my sleep and fighting me every chance you get but you don’t. You cared for me and listened to me.” Y/N’s eyes burned with tears that built along her waterline. Kylo stepped closer, his head bowed like a naughty child that had just gotten caught doing something he shouldn’t.

“And then you ran from me. You joined the rebels. But when I came for you, you let me take you home. You let me touch you even after what I did. So leave. Please. I don’t want to hurt you again.” He turned away from her, desperate to hide how his own tears spilled over his pale cheeks.

“Kylo.” She murmured, chancing a step closer. His body went stiff as her fingers grazed his back but he did not move away. “Kylo.” She repeated, her voice a little firmer this time. Her touch moved to the back of his neck, cupping the warm flesh just hard enough to guide his attention back to her.

“Go, just go. I cannot hold myself back any longer.” But his tone was defeated, carrying no real conviction or malice. He lets her move his head so now their faces are only inches apart. With a touch so gentle, he barely feels it, she holds his strong jaw, her thumbs finding their place just beneath his cheekbones.

“I’m not letting you leave again.” He doesn’t resist as she kisses him though she can tell he’s fighting it. His eyes are screwed shut, his hands balled into fists by his side but as she relaxes into the kiss, her tongue sweeping across his bottom lip, he concedes. She smiled against his lips as his arms wound around her thick waist, pulling her impossibly close to his body like she was the only thing keeping him tied to the ground.

“You bought me, now you have to keep me forever.” She teased, making him growl into her mouth. One of his hands pulled away from her torso and made a grab for her neck, expertly diving under her collar. There was a click and then the metal fell away, colliding onto the floor with a deafening clang.

“I do not want to own you, not anymore. You should be free to decide what you wish.” He said it like he was expecting her to run the moment that his ownership over her was stripped away, but instead she pushed her hips up and into him, her soft stomach now firmly pressed against his hard cock.

“Then I wish to stay… with you.” She yelped as he suddenly gathered her up into his arms and kissed every inch of her face that he could reach. Her giggles carried through the room, lighting up the dark space with a happiness never seen there before.

As her laughter died down, her eyes grew dark with lust once more. “I want you.” His own gaze darts over her face, watching for any sign of a lie and when he found none, he kissed her once more.

Slowly, he lowered them both to the floor. His massive body providing a comforting weight on top of her, slotting himself between her plush thighs. She mewled as his lips travelled to the soft slope of her jaw, nipping and sucking at her skin, searing his marks into her.

“Kylo.” His kisses reached the spot upon her neck where her mind went fuzzy and her hands flew to his hair, burying themselves in the raven locks. He hummed against her skin as he licked at the spot again and again until her body went to liquid below him.

Then he moved on. He lathered the skin of her chest in kisses, moving her light green dress out of the way in order to get access to the fat of her tits. She squirmed against him, trying to roll her hips down into the thick muscle of his thighs. “Please I need more.” She begged.

Immediately, he complied. The skirt of her dress was thrown over her stomach and his shoulders wedged firmly beneath her thighs, letting her ankles cross behind his head. She thought she heard him whisper ‘anything for you’ but all thoughts flew from her mind as his kisses resumed again.

Her back bowed with pleasure. The tip of Kylo’s nose fit perfectly against her swollen clit as his tongue clumsily propped at her entrance. Planting his huge palms on the softness of her lower stomach, he pushed her back down, slipping his tongue into her at the same time. She moaned loudly with each curl of the muscle.

Her thighs locked around his head as the tip of his tongue hit that soft spot inside her that made her see stars. He groaned into her cunt, forcing his nose even tighter against her clit. “‘M gonna cum!” She cried before her orgasm washed over her, her vision whiting out with pleasure.

She clutched at his hands, whining his name over and over as he continued to torment her until she went boneless in his arms with a sigh. He licked up her release and pecked her inner thigh before finally pulling away, smirking proudly.

Silently, he pulled her dress back down over her body as she attempted to catch her breath. She reached for him which he eagerly indulged, dragging her limp body into his lap wrapping her up in his arms. Her head lolled against his shoulder, placing a sweet kiss upon his covered collarbone.

It was quickly followed by another, and then another until soon enough, her lips were attached to his neck in the same way he had been on her a mere few minutes ago. His cock twitched with excitement at her attention. “Pet, it’s ok. We do not need to go further if you are not comfortable.”

She pulled back only a few inches, just far enough to meet his eyes (which she noted were far more brown than the yellow she had been used to). “I want to, just maybe, we go slow?” She asked shyly. Kylo dipped down and kissed her gently.

“Whatever you want. Can you stand?” She gave him a withering look causing him to chuckle lowly. Readjusting her in his arms, he stood and made his way to the shower room attached to the gym. He ignored her questioning glance, placing her on the edge of the massive tub in the centre of the room.

Steam soon filled the small chamber as the tub began to fill. Kylo kissed along her arms and neck as he unbuttoned the front of her dress, letting it fall to the floor along with his own clothes. By the time they were both naked, the bath was filled enough for both of them.

With one last kiss, he slipped into the water, sighing as the heat washed over him, relaxing his tense muscles. He offered Y/N a hand, helping her into the tub in front of him. Her soft body fit beautifully between his legs, the curve of her back pressing against his solid torso. But that wasn’t enough for either of them.

On shaking legs, Y/N turned around on his lap and straddled his slim hips. Her lips caught his in a soft kiss as she rocked onto her knees, taking his cock into her hand. His eyes fluttered shut at her touch, not seeing the way she positioned his tip at her entrance until he was already partially inside of her. Kylo’s hands flew to her hips as she slowly sunk down onto him.

“Stars.” He moaned, his head rolling back between his shoulders. “So fucking tight.” She stayed still for a moment, adjusting to the sheer size of him.

“You’re just so big.” She mewled and Kylo groaned in response, his cock throbbing within her. “Can feel you in my stomach.” She emphasised by holding her plush tummy, pushing down on where his length pressed against her walls.

His hips bucked unconsciously and she moaned. Taking that as her cue to move lest her former owner take back control, she began to slowly bounce on her knees. Pleasure rolled through them both with each pass of her hips. Each time she took him to the hilt, the coarse hair along his pelvis brushed against her overstimulated clit, causing her to clench down onto him.

She leaned forward and pressed her lips against his but it was less of a kiss than the others they shared, and simply a distraction from the ever-growing climaxes they would soon experience. Her thighs burned as she rode him, struggling to accommodate the sheer mass of him but she kept going, wishing this moment could last forever.

Kylo moaned into her mouth, his hands clamping down onto her soft flesh. “Please please.” His abs tensed against her stomach as he began to meet her at the high of her thrusts. Her head fell to the crook of his neck as he took more control, now violently punching into her cunt, sending them both up higher and higher.

“Cum for me.” She whined. “I need it so bad.” She exploded around him just as he seized beneath her, filling her with his release. He thrust a few more times, milking both of their ends before he slumped back into the water, cradling her in his arms.

“Fuck.” He groaned and she giggled tiredly, kissing his neck.

“I agree.” He rubbed up and down her back as a comfortable silence settled over the pair. Until Y/N spoke again.

“About what you said earlier, I did not run away from you- the rebels took me. I was trying to find my way back to you but you found me first.” He froze beneath her.

Kylo sat up, his expression suddenly angry. “I was told that you had left willingly after-“ He swallowed thickly. “-After what I did.” Y/N looked up at him.

She shook her head. “The rebellion wouldn’t have been a safe place for me, I would’ve been better off leaving with a bounty hunter.” He hummed, slumping back into the bath yet the anger remained. “Who told you that I ran away?”

“It’s nothing you have to worry about, I will handle it.” He pecked her hair. “You never have to worry about anyone hurting you ever again.”

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inklore · 2 years

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piteous toxin

premise: hate and humility ran your relationship with kylo, as did the heavy hand he loved having you wrap around his throat.

pairing: kylo ren x (f)reader

word count: 1.1k

warnings: eighteen+ content, choking, enemies with benefits, unprotected p in v, creampie, dirty talk, sub!kylo x dom!reader, biting, humiliation.

etc: anyone who dislikes sub!kylo you will be hearing from my lawyer because with those mommy and daddy issues? come on let’s not kid ourselves here lmaooo. this is my first time really writing for sw so there’s the bare minimum terminology in it ok don’t attack me.

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“More,” he grunts into the air. Quilting the room in even more lewd noises as his lungs plant a gasp at the back of his throat, as you give him what he asked. As your hips continue that low rising bounce on his cock, and your fingers tighten around his throat.

“Like that?” You already know the answer, already know what he wants—what he needs—but you love how desperate he looks when his dark eyes look to yours. A satisfaction turning the corner of your mouth into something sly, as you bend down and hover your lips above his, “you’re so pathetic.”

You know if he wasn’t inside of you right now, if you weren’t riding his cock with vigor; the roles would be reversed, the mood change to one of cruelty and hatred. The fist around his throat becoming his around yours in anger, the despise in his eyes just as enticingly cutthroat as the look in them now.

Except there’d only hold malic, that hatred that would want to slam you against the wall and wring your neck until you took your last breath—use his saber on you to finally shut you up.

To rid himself of the humility of being bested by you, finally freeing himself from dealing with you.

The decade long rivalry and hatred of being on different sides, of wanting to do nothing more than conquer the other; instead of the constant fucking the two of you seem to always find yourselves doing.

That going on as long as the decade old rivalry, for as long as the two of you have hated each other—the intensity of that hatred turning into something with teeth that craved something as rough as lust fueled rage that left the two of you sweaty, bruised, and sometimes bloody.

You giving Kylo that humility he loved to hate so much, and him giving you the power of control.

Control over him. Over your own pleasure, sinful desires and thoughts; power.

You both knew when it came to real control, real power, Kylo ranked higher than you. His family name alone is enough to bring someone as less fortunate as you to your knees.

That’s why it felt so good—knowing like this, with Kylo stripped of everything and below you, you brought him to his knees. He let you fuck him like he was nothing, like you held this power over him, like a force.

There was some sickly connection keeping the two of you tied together, same insides of a rotting fruit everyone looked past; dangerous, poisonous, deadly.

And with your fist around Kylo’s throat right now you both knew all you needed to do was push down, to put all your strength in squeezing enough to catch him off guard and you could slam the knife in your boot through his chest cavity.

End an oncoming war before it even begins.

But there’s a festering wound of dread and betrayal that won’t let you; or was it that the two of you were so similar that you’d feel a scab missing from your body? A scab you keep picking at. You’d rather reopen it and heal it with licks and temporary bandages that you’re all too eager for him to tear off.

If anyone was to ever ask you’d forever claim Kylo Ren to be the worst tyrant you’d ever met, and couldn’t wait to put him down; out of his misery.

And right now, that thought—putting him out of his misery—makes you smirk for a whole other reason.

Every time you bounce down on his cock you dig your nails into the side of his neck, like a string pulling his mouth open, eyes glistening with a smog of submissiveness. The hand at your ass leaving indents in your skin with how he grips you back, the only roughness he’s feeding back to you.

His knuckles going a colorless red as his other hand grips your wrist, an indication to keep going, a beg for more, harder, faster, whatever he needs, whatever you want.

He’ll take it all, and wants it all.

“You’re trying so hard not to come right now aren’t you?” You chuckle around a moan, let your thumb move an inch up to the bottom of his jaw to pull his chin lower so you can put the pad of it against his lips. Your lips still hover above his, your eyes downcast and holding contact with his. “Does my pussy feel so good that you can’t wait any longer?” He doesn’t answer, only puffs of choked air wafting across your lips. “Tell me how good I feel, Kylo. Scream it. Let your little army know how pathetically desperate their leader is, maybe they’ll come watch. See how weak you get with my hand around your throat.”

“Fuck you,” he grunts, scowls. Tries to put on that tough face. That face that only means he wants more. Wants your words to cut him until it’s licking at that poison inside of him. Until you’re both drunk on it.

You smile, “I see how it’s going to be tonight.” You push your thumb into his mouth, nail digging into his tongue. Your hips stopping, his cock feeling even heavier inside of you now that you’re no longer moving. Kylo wraps his lips around your thumb without you having to ask, looking for a praise that you’re not going to give him. A praise he doesn’t deserve—a kindness neither of you deserve.

Instead you press harder against his throat until he’s gasping, until you have to tighten your legs around his hips to stop him from bucking up into you. A moan slipping from your mouth when he returns the pain with sinking his teeth against the skin of your thumb. Your cunt clenching around him, begging you to move, to return the bite.

“Tell me how good I feel and I’ll let you come, promise. Or I’ll choke you until your last breath, and I’ll swallow it down. Be the last thing you see, feel. I’ll be the hero of the galaxy.” Your breath his heavy, hips doing the slowest roll, getting off to your own words. To the throb of his cock against your walls. “Say it. Say. it.”

Your grip loosens on his neck, enough for him to speak, to spew out a plea of heavy words. “You—” Kylo swallows, eyes rolling back just as your hips rise and fall along his length. “You feel so good, fuck I hate–you–ahh.”

Your hand aches from how long you’ve been choking him, so once you’ve moved it, as he’s moaning against your lips as he comes, there’s a satisfying relief in your fingers; your bloodstream.

“Pathetic.” The smirk that spreads across your lips matching his own.

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The Perks of Being Early

Pairing: master Kylo Ren X apprentice Reader

Description: You are Kylo’s most prized possession. He watches you grow in skill under his strict training. Under his guidance, you pushed your body to the brink, experience the most excruciating pain, and the most intense workout regimens, all to please him. Your Master. However, at one specific training session you confess a secret that might change everything.

Warnings: SMUT (minors DNI), implied age gap, slight canon type violence, small size kink, oral (F receiving), making out, p in v, rough sex, some degradation and praise. Oh also VERY SLOW BURN compared to my other works so be patient.

You walk into the training room, knowing Master Ren will already be there. You don’t even have to look, he’s always early.

“Good morning, master”, you let out shyly from the doorway, your face already turning a light shade of pink.

He turns to stare at you with a grin and a voice full of admiration. He speaks to compliment your dedication, “Good morning, my apprentice. What brings your eager young mind here so early?”

You stammer out, “I couldn’t sleep, so I guess I wanted to warm up a bit before our scheduled time. However, I see you’re already here”.

Master Ren senses your embarrassment and exclaims, “I’m glad that you’re here a bit sooner than expected”. In his tone you can hear a sense of excitement, a sense of anticipation. It’s as though this is something he has been waiting for.

You put your hair up in a messy ponytail, using the black band that was around your wrist. Your face is still dusted with a light shade of pink.

“I’ve been looking forward to this”, he adds, almost to himself, but loud enough for you to hear. His voice is full of affectionate reverence as he says those simple words. They cause your heart to pound faster and breathing to quicken. For a brief moment you can’t help but think he’s talking about more than your training, and that thought is as exhilarating as it is intimidating.

“W-why’s that, master”, you stammer out almost stupidly.

“Because I’ve finally begun to see the fruits of my teachings, he replies, his tone full of pride, “and I’m eager to continue them. There’s still so much that I have to show you.” His tone is warm and encouraging; there’s no hint of disappointment or criticism in it. He continued, “but first we must stretch, that’s the most important step in any kind of exercise- and it’s one that many forget”, he tells you.

You move your body in various uncomfortable yet relieving positions as you warm up for training. “What are we working on today?” You ask curiously.

Kylo grins as you stretch, your body forming shapes both fluid and beautiful. “We’re going to focus on technique today, focusing primarily on strikes, blocks, and throws. The goal of the day’s lesson is to help you perfect your technique, and to help you find the most effective way of applying your strength. It will require speed and agility, as well as strength, so be prepared,” he says, his tone full of determination. “Are you ready, apprentice?”

“I’m always ready, sir”, you respond confidently.

He smiles at your determination. “That’s the spirit.”

“We’re going to start with strikes first,” he says. “You need to learn how to strike your opponent before they can hit you.”

He demonstrates a basic saber movement, then helps you adjust your form until you can properly mimic the movement. You practice for a few minutes, before he tells you to rest.

“Now for blocks,” he says. “You need to be able to protect yourself from an opponent’s strikes.” He demonstrates how to block, and you mirror him in the movement.

You look at master Ren timidly, afraid to speak your mind,” Sir, when are we going to start using the force?”

Kylo stops his demonstration to regard you, his tone curious and his gaze direct. “The Force is not a toy,” he tells you sternly. “It is a power that should only be used for the right purpose, and with utmost thought and consideration. I will teach you to use it when the time is right. Until then, it is best to focus your efforts on perfecting the skills I can teach you, so for now, we will continue to focus on physical combat methods while we continue to work on developing a deeper understanding of the Force.”

“But sir you’ve seen me out there fighting against the resistance, you know I can do more”

“I know you can, apprentice, and when I deem you ready, I will teach you. Until then, the time is not right.”

There’s a firmness in his voice, but an undercurrent of regret, as though he wishes he could move faster, but knows that he must wait.

“But don’t worry about that now,” he tells you, his tone warmer. “We have a long day of training ahead of us. Let’s get back to it, shall we?”

“Yes, sorry master”, you say embarrassed, looking down.

“That’s okay, apprentice. The desire to learn is a good thing. It shows me that you’re passionate about your training. I’m sure there will come a time when I’m ready to teach you to use the Force, and I promise you, when it comes, I will show you something truly special, something no other Master or Sith has taught their apprentice. But for now, practice your basics. Master them. And I promise you, you will be rewarded when the time comes.”

“Yes sir”

“Good.” Kylo moves to his table and picks up both of your lightsabers. “We will need these again.”

He offers yours to you and you take his gift — a weapon so finely crafted, it seems to vibrate and hum. “Your weapon is one of the most important things you will ever own,” he tells you, his tone full of reverence as he speaks, “and it deserves respect.”

He demonstrates a few basic moves to you, including the most powerful and striking. This is his area of expertise. Then he motions for you to try.

You copy his motions almost perfectly letting out small groans and grunts.

"Well done, my apprentice," Kylo praises as he observes your technique. "You're beginning to pick it up quite nicely”.

“Thank you sir”, you reply. “It’s getting warm, do you mind if I remove my sweater, I have a tank top under.”

“If it helps you to train better,” he replies, his tone full of understanding. “Please, feel free to make yourself comfortable.”

He waits patiently as you remove a layer, revealing a tight tank top beneath it. The layer has helped keep the chill out, but the tank top is better for movement, and he understands that.

You pull down the tank top in an attempt to cover up your exposed stomach, accidentally revealing the smallest bit of cleavage. “I think I’m good to keep going”, you voice, a small blush tinted on your cheeks once again.

Kylo glances at your exposed skin just briefly, his eyes falling to your cleavage for a moment before returning to your face. He doesn’t appear to mind. “Of course,” he replies, his eyes warm and friendly. “If you’re sure you’re comfortable enough, then we can continue our lesson.”

You can see the hint of a smile on his face as he returns to instructing you about the proper way to strike.

As Kylo shows the proper movements your skin brushes across his and you blush an even brighter red than before.

Kylo notices your red-tinged cheeks.

“Apprentice, are you alright?” he asks, turning to face you with a slight smile. It’s a smile that’s slightly teasing, but also a bit comforting. “If you’re feeling hot or tired, you can take a break if you need.”

Kylo’s tone is full of concern and care. You can see it in his eyes.

“Sir, it’s nothing like that… I- I just…” you trail off”.

Kylo raises an eyebrow, still looking at you. “You just what, apprentice?”

He moves slightly closer, his concerned expression giving way to one of curiosity. He’s waiting for you to tell him what you had to say.

Kylo knows you well enough to realize that whatever it is you need to say, it’s important. So he is ready to listen. That’s what a good teacher does.

These words prepare you to tell the truth,“I think I’m just nervous sir. I know it’s wrong but I’ve always had a small crush on you since we started training. It’s really stupid and I feel like horrible about it but sometimes you make me nervous.”

Kylo stares down at you, seeming taken aback. You can see him thinking.

"Apprentice, do not feel stupid or foolish. Your feelings are not wrong. If anything, that is a sign of respect and admiration, not foolishness. The heart and the mind are complex. It is perfectly normal to feel what you feel."

Kylo looks away for a moment as a soft smile comes to his face. Before long, he meets your gaze once more.

"I am glad that I make you nervous," he tells you with a smile. "I will take that as a compliment."

“Master, I think I want to go. I shouldn’t have told you that. I’ll see you tomorrow,” you stutter out mortified. You start to grab your things until a large hand wraps around your forearm.

"Apprentice, hold on," Kylo says. His touch is light but firm and meaningful. His gaze is warm and he seems to have something he wants to discuss.

"You have nothing to be embarrassed about," he tells you, "You told me how you feel, and I’m honoured that you chose to open up to me. There is no need to feel ashamed or foolish. Those feelings should be celebrated, not pushed down. You’re entitled to feel the way you do, no matter what.”

A rush of confidence sweeps through you “so you really aren’t upset about these feelings?”

Kylo stares at you for a moment, his tone serious, his gaze direct and steady. He considers his words, weighing them carefully.

"If I am to be honest," he says after a few seconds of thought, "I feel the same way as you."

It’s a powerful moment, one that sends a shiver through the room. Kylo has never been this vulnerable with anyone before. And yet, here he is, telling you the truth.

You feel even bolder after hearing this news, “well if you feel the same as me… shouldn’t we act on this mutual attraction in some way?”

Kylo lets out a light laugh. “Apprentice, you are persistent. I like that.”

He steps closer to you, coming so close that you can feel the warmth of his breath against your face.

“I am the Supreme Leader of the First Order, the next in line to take the throne of the Sith. I have an entire army to lead and a galaxy to conquer.” He raises his voice, his tone full of confidence and defiance. “But I would throw it all away… just for you, my apprentice,” he says, before leaning in to kiss you.

The moment your lips meet his, everything changes. There is no more caution, no more restraint. It is a moment of pure and unadulterated passion, a moment of surrender.

You wrap your arms around his neck, his come around you and hold you close, his body against yours. Both of you are breathless and lost in the moment. It is one you will never forget.

Kylo groans into your mouth, his breath warm and tender. He pulls back slightly, his eyes looking at you with an intensity that is both terrifying and thrilling.

"I have waited a long time for this moment," he whispers, his voice rough and full of emotion as he looks at you.

Without a warning, he kisses you deeply once more. He pulls you close, his tongue exploring your mouth as he feels your tongue on his.

You have never experienced a kiss like this, and you are certain you never will again.

You move your hands down to the hem of his shirt, pulling on it slightly, signaling that you want it off.

Kylo’s heart thunders in his chest as you indicate your desire. He takes his own shirt off without a word, revealing his muscled torso beneath the fabric.

His muscular body is a sight to behold. He seems to be in absolute peak condition, his physique a testament to the years of training and conditioning he has dedicated to his craft.

“Fuck, master you look amazing” you stutter out.

“As do you, apprentice.”

Kylo gazes at you as you stare at his body, his eyes warm and endearing. He takes in the sight of your figure and smiles gently, his hand reaching out to gently touch you.

“You are beautiful,” he tells you, the emotion on his face showing a different side to him, one that is softer and more vulnerable.

You slip off your tank top and remove your bra, taking Kylo’s hands in yours and placing them over your breasts.

Kylo’s breath quickens as he feels your warm skin against his. He stares down at you, his eyes burning with passion, his lips curled up into a slight smile.

“You are so beautiful, my apprentice,” he tells you again, his voice gentle and soft, and filled with longing.

“Y-you can call me y/n, you know.”

Kylo lets out a short laugh. "So rebellious, my y/n."

With a light smile, he leans in to kiss you again, his hand caressing your cheek as he does.

"I'm glad you have such an attitude," he whispers, "It's one of your most attractive qualities."

You wrap your arms around him and start to grind against his hardening cock. A low moan escapes your mouth.

His eyes darken as your movements become more suggestive. He leans into it, leaning forward to lay you down on the table in the middle of the room. His mouth finds yours again, and he begins to kiss you more deeply, letting his lips run across yours while he uses his tongue to touch yours in a deep sensuous kiss.

“You’re so beautiful, y/n,” he sighs into your lips, “And I’m so lucky to have you.”

“R-ren, I need you to fuck me”, you state boldly.

Kylo stares at you, his eyes dark and intense as he slowly processes your words. They are not the typical thing that one apprentice says to another master. But somehow, the way you say it… it makes him feel something.

“Do you really mean that, y/n?”

His tone is serious, his eyes filled with a mixture of lust and desire. But there is also a hint of surprise, perhaps even disbelief.

“Yes sir, use me however you want, please, I’ve wanted it for so long”, you beg.

Kylo’s eyes widen in shock. He’s never heard such a request before. It’s unexpected, to say the least. But it also speaks to a side of you that he hasn’t seen before, a side that is willing to push the boundaries and defy expectations. There is power in those words, and he is starting to realize that there is more to you than he thought.

His voice is quiet, filled with surprise as he stares at you. “You want me to… use you?”

“Like a fucking toy”, you clarify.

Kylo stares at you, letting his eyes take in the sight of you. He can feel his heart beating in his chest, as the desire builds inside him.

“As you wish,” he replies softly, his voice a faint whisper.

He slowly traces his fingers along your cheek and your neck, his eyes studying you. His touch is light but firm. He is taking his time, enjoying this moment.

After a few moments, he begins to move his hands down… lower…

“God yes, please daddy”, you beg desperately.

The moment you call him 'daddy', the tension between the two of you takes on an entirely new meaning. The power dynamic has shifted, and it's clear who's in charge. He looks at you, his eyes almost dark as he stares at you, his expression full of pure, raw lust. The intensity of the moment is almost too much to handle.

He removes the final layers of your clothing eagerly. Once he sees your slick folds he lets out a low, primal sounding growl and dips his head down to be level with your pussy. His dark eyes look up and connect with yours as his tongue flicks out and he starts licking at your clit. As he’s lapping and sucking on your clit you feel two of his thick digits searching for your entrance.

He inserts his large fingers into you and as he slowly curls them into your gummy walls you start moaning and whimpering loudly. You look down and Kylo’s piercing eyes are still staring up at you. As much as you enjoy the feeling of his fingers inside of you and his tongue circling your clit, you can’t help but want more.

“F-feels so good but I need more”, you plead.

He stops his movements at once and brings his body to be level with yours, hovering over you. “Aww that’s not enough for my slutty little apprentice?”, he teases, a smirk ghosted on his face.

Kylo stands up and starts to remove the remainder of his clothing, revealing his large cock. If you weren’t so needy for him to be inside you you’d be tempted to suck it.

Kylo grabs your hips and pulls you towards the edge of the table. He turns you over easily, landing a light smack on your ass.

Suddenly, without warning, he thrusts his cock inside of you, stretching your walls almost painfully. His pace is brutal, as he pummels in and out of you.

He takes a hold of your hair and pulls back, forcing you to look at him. “Look at you, you’re a moaning mess.”

“Mhm”, you manage to sound out, your breath getting lost due to his cruel pace.

He lets go of your hair and reaches down, across your stomach, searching for your tits. He grabs your shoulder with one hand and pinches your nipple with the other, forcing you back onto his cock roughly.

“If you don’t stop I’m gonna cum”, you admit.

“You’re doing so fucking good f’me”, he praises, already feeling himself coming to his high as well.

“Fuck, g-gonna cum”, you say, your voice faltering.

“Let go for me princess”, he whispers in your ear.

Almost as if on command, you feel the tight coil inside of you release. You’re overcome with so much pleasure that you barely even notice Kylo’s own release spilling inside of you.

“Fuck, I’m so glad I showed up early today”, you crack.

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Favorite Distraction

•Kylo Ren x F!Reader

•Word count: 506

•Warning(s):None, lmk if there should be any.

•A/n:Just a little idea I had, lmk if you'd like some more.

•Photo's not mine, found on Pinterest and I love it so much.

"Do you think it wise to provoke me?" A deep voice echoed in her mind, "Well, That depends, Sir." She replied in her mind knowing he could hear her. It was silent for a few moments before the voice returned, a hint of amusement lingering when he spoke,

"On?"

"What you would do to me if I did provoke you, Sir."

They both enjoyed this little game they played; Y/n was seated at the back of the conference room while Supreme Leader Kylo Ren sat at the head of the large table, 'Listening' to some new proposition General Hux had for him and the other officers. It was no secret that the supreme leader favored the small woman; she was intelligent and extremely witty. He believed she was a very valuable person to have around, even if some of her remarks got on his nerves every so often.

"Would you like to find ou-" He was interrupted by General Hux, asking him for approval for his new plan; Kylo had only heard about half of Hux's spiel. He had to admit that no matter how boring it was to have to listen to Hux, he probably shouldn't have gotten distracted.

"Yes, Go ahead. That's all for today. You're all dismissed." His voice resonated through the room, distorted by the helmet he insisted on wearing; Y/n thought it looked stupid, but that was something she tried to keep to herself.

Everyone began to file out; since Y/n was the lowest-ranking officer in the room, she was the last one to get out of her seat; as she stood, she looked over at Kylo, who was still seated at the table. "Is everything alright, Sir?" She knew she was out of line by asking, but there was a feeling that wouldn't let her leave unless she asked. He nodded his head and raised his hand, signaling her to walk over to him, to which she obediently complied. "Sir?" She asked softly; Kylo turned his head to look at her, well at least that was what Y/n thought since she couldn't tell where he was looking. "Mmm?" He muttered, "Is there something you wanted?" the woman asked, shifting her weight from one foot to the other, her arms resting behind her back in a lax military stance.

"You never answered my question."

"You never finished it," She shot back

"You're smart enough to know the rest."

"Mmm, You're right. sir."

"What's your answer, then?" The man stood from his seat, towering over the small woman.

Y/n tried her best to suppress the smirk on her lips; she looked up at him and tilted her head almost as if thinking about her answer.

"I'm not sure, Sir. Could you repeat the question?" A low distorted chuckle came from the dark looming man before her.

"Would you like to find out?" The tone of his voice was darker and much lower than it had been in her head; a chill ran down her spine as she nodded,

"Use your words."

"Yes, Sir. I would indeed."

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crucifiedfaerie · 11 months

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Gibson Girl | Pt. 3 ༉₊˚✧

Kylo Ren x Fem!Reader

➴ Summary: After you reach your breaking point, Kylo does something you never expected to see from him.

➴ Part One | Part Two

➴ Word Count: 2.4k

➴ Warnings: 18+ MDNI, fem!reader, dom!kylo, slowburn, soft!kylo, we are so back!!, crylo ren, an insurmountable amount of angst (swearing, yelling, crying, kylo's internal suffering, brief mention of death but nothing happens), lots of fluff, SMUT (unprotected PiV sex, oral f!receiving, overstimulation, devoted!gentle!kylo, watch as i describe cunnilingus in excruciating detail for 5 paragraphs) typos probably

➴ Taglist: ( @enviedear @capitanostella @teapartydreams )

A/N: guys, gibson girl is officially complete. im actually so proud of how the entire fic turned out and i just wanna say thank you for the love you've given it. <3 it genuinely made me wanna keep writing and i hope you stick around for my future works, because i have so many good ideas in store. anyways, enjoy the third and final part of gibson girl. this is by far my favorite chapter of this trilogy, i was giggling, kicking my feet, and possibly crying while writing this... dare i say that this chapter is my magnum opus.

You approached his door, ears ringing from your rapid heart rate and the electric hum of the hallway lights. You wiped the sweat from your palms on your pants and let out a deep breath.

Before you could even think about knocking, the door shot open and you were forcefully pulled inside by two large, leather clad hands.

Kylo gripped your waist hard, and kicked the door shut with his boot. You yelped as he pushed you against it, hitting the back of your head on the durasteel.

He leant down, the cold metal of his mask grazed the fading bruise on your jaw, sending goosebumps crawling across your skin. "Gods, I've waited two weeks to feel you again. Im so glad to be back." Kylo purred, his modulator crackling in your ear. He reached up to begin unbuttoning your shirt. He only made it past the first button before the anger rose inside you.

You brought your hands up to his chest, pushing him off of you. "What the FUCK Kylo!" You yelled at him, feeling the tears prick your eyes. Surprisingly, he didn't stop you, taking a step away from you and tilting his head ever so slightly as if he were confused, which only made you angrier.

You were past your breaking point. "What is wrong with you?! You invite me here, whisper sweet nothings in my ear, then all of a sudden you hate fuck me and kick me out like I'm the problem?!" You sobbed and were practically screaming at him, you didn't care if he got mad, you needed to say this. "And now you invite me back acting like it never happened, wanting to- to what? Hate fuck me again?? You make NO sense, Kylo! It's like you're two different people!" You paused, breathing heavily and collecting yourself a bit before continuing. "And you wanna know the fuck of it all? You haven't even kissed me- gods!- You cant even face me. You hide behind that mask and hurt me like I'm some pet you love to hate." You spoke calmly now, the anger subsiding into a strange mix of sadness and apathy.

The apathy, however, was short lived. You had never snapped at Kylo like this before and he was the most feared man in the galaxy after all. The images of the many ways he could kill you flashed before your eyes. A lightsaber through the abdomen. Force choking the life out of you until your neck snapped. Slamming you into a wall until every bone in your body was shattered. You shut your eyes tightly and braced for impact, but it never came.

Each word you yelled at him had chipped a piece off his emotionless façade, and Kylo thought his heart might shatter along with it. The killing blow was how you stood before him terrified, shaking, waiting for him to lash out and strike you out of rage. He wasn't weak for loving you, he was weak for hurting you and he knew he couldn't do that to you anymore, not now... not ever. He felt something- someone inside of himself he hadn't felt in years, a man he thought he had killed, a man who he had almost forgotten the name of.

You only opened your eyes when you heard the click and hiss of his helmet. When he pulled it off you were met with his concerned, brown eyes. You stared at him in shock and awe, taking in every detail of him. The way his long, dark hair fell around his face, his perfect aquiline nose, the beauty marks that scattered like stars across his already beautiful face, the scar that began just above his brow, trailing down his face and disappearing below the neckline of his dark uniform.

Kylo dropped his helmet to the floor carelessly, the metallic clang loud enough for someone down the hall to hear. He pulled his gloves off quickly before throwing them to the ground and rushing over to you, taking your face into his hands and crashing his lips into yours.

His kiss was electric and full of desperation. As if he were a man lost in the deserts of Tattooine and you were Oasis East, Kylo drank you up feverishly. He was warm and tasted divine, like cinnamon and smoke.

When he pulled away, you both breathed heavily, lungs searching for air. "I don't hate you. Please don't say that." Kylo's voice broke, he was almost pleading with you, his eyes searching your face as if he were trying to get you to understand how he felt about you without him having to admit it out loud.

"Kylo... I-"

Suddenly your feet were off the floor, being carried over his shoulder to his bedroom once again, just like the first night he invited you here. Only this time you didn't feel like a bug caught in a spiders web. You felt safe. Needed.

As Kylo carried you, you kicked your shoes off carelessly, letting them fall to the floor of the hallway and you heard him breathe out a small laugh.

He sat you down on the bed and you noticed how he now handled you ever so gently, as if you were a precious, fragile thing he didn't dare risk breaking.

Kylo knelt in front of you and unbuttoned your shirt, taking extra care with each button before he slid it off of you. He gently looped his fingers into the waistband of your pants and underwear, pulling them both off in one go, leaving you completely naked.

He peppered kisses down your thigh before standing up, taking a step back to admire you, his dark eyes filled with adoration. With him being maskless, you became hyper aware of your nakedness. Your face flushed pink and you looked at the floor.

What he did next though, was something you weren't expecting. You watched in awe as Kylo kicked off his boots before shedding his cloak, his outer robes, his inner robes, his belt, then began methodically working at his shirt.

Oh my gods- why do you wear so many layers?

He shut his eyes and his mouth tightened into a thin line, as if he were stifling a laugh from hearing your thought. Kylo sighed, "Hush, its very cold on Starkiller, you know." He laughed softly as he pulled his shirt off, exposing the scars that littered his perfect frame.

He unbuttoned his trousers and pulled them off before making quick work of his underwear. There Kylo was, standing before you completely naked, looking down at you with soft eyes. Not a creature in a mask, stalking you like prey, but a man carrying nothing but adoration and desire.

He stepped forward before leaning down and kissing you again, pushing you flat onto his bed. His hands explored every inch of your body, bare skin touching yours and for the first time you felt like equals. Two living, breathing human beings who needed one another desperately.

Kylo's hands had found home tangled in your hair and the sound of him moaning into your mouth was heavenly. He pulled away, hovering above you, his hair falling around his face like a dark curtain. "Please. Please let me show you how much you mean to me, little star." He was practically begging, his eyes searching yours. This was a version of Kylo you didn't know existed. It was as if he had been completely stripped of his coldness and apathy, left only with warmth and compassion.

You nodded, and he trailed his kisses down your neck and bare chest, his soft lips grazing your nipple, causing you to let out a soft whine. He smiled and continued down your stomach and hip, to your thighs. Each kiss sent warm tingles down your spine.

Kylo lifted your legs over his shoulders and kissed down your thigh, stopping at your heat. His cool breath made you shiver. Before you could form even a single thought, his face was buried between your legs.

The way he lapped you up like spring water and how his tongue grazed over your clit made you crumble into a whining mess. Your fingers weaved through his dark locks and you pulled instinctually, causing him to moan against your cunt.

He was knelt before you like a sinner at the altar, worshipping his god and silently begging for forgiveness through your pleasure.

"Mhm Fuck- Kylo I- Stop you're gonna make m-me cum." You whined. He knew you couldn't hold on for much longer, and he didn't care, your sweet moans only inspired him to go faster. He hummed something unintelligible, a wordless approval for you to let go.

Your thighs trembled around his face as your body unraveled on his mouth. The pleasure he gave you was divine, euphoric, and your vision clouded as he rode you through your high.

He pulled away from you panting, his mouth and nose damp from your juices. You felt the bed dip as he situated himself above you, his hips between your legs. He kissed you deeply and you could taste yourself on his tongue, tangy and sweet like summer fruit.

He pulled away "Gods- I've waited what feels like forever to do that." He whispered.

You held his face in your hands and kissed him again. "Please Kylo I need you." You wrapped your legs around his waist.

He lined himself up with your entrance and pushed in slowly as he held you. He paused when he bottomed out, allowing you a moment to adjust to the size of his cock. You moaned loudly, still sensitive from the wonders he performed on you with his mouth.

Kylo began to move, slowly increasing the pace of his thrusts but still taking extra care not to be too rough. He looked down at you, his pupils blown with lust and love. He studied your face and how your eyebrows furrowed in pleasure. Kylo wanted to savor every detail of this moment, no dark visors obscuring his vision of you.

"I wish you could see how beautiful you look right now my star." He purred as he hit that sensitive spot deep inside you.

You moaned at the overstimulation. Kylo tilted his head down to kiss at your neck and your brain felt like static as you struggled to find words. "I- I was gonna say- hmm fuck- say the s-same about y-y..." You trailed off, lost in the pleasure.

Kylo chuckled against your neck, amused at your futile attempt to articulate a coherent sentence. "You're getting close again, sweet thing, I can feel it. S-so am I." He moaned, faltering at the end of his sentence.

You could only give a small hum and nod of agreement, words were too much for you, the contents of your mind had been completely emptied and replaced with thoughts of only him. Your desperate whines rang through his bedroom.

"Hm, fuck- cum with me. Cum with me my little star. Shit!" He was desperate now too, his thrusts sloppy as he held you in his arms.

You both reached your climaxes at the same time. Your visions clouded with white-hot stars, as if fireworks were going off in your brains. Kylo desperately muttered a long string of profanities as he came inside of you. He collapsed on top of you, panting heavily before rolling over so you were laid out on top of him.

You felt his cum leak out of you and onto his thigh as you rested your head on his bare chest. He reached for a random article of clothing that had been discarded on the bed and used it to clean you up before throwing it to the floor. He didn't care what it was, he would deal with it in the morning.

He sat up slowly, pulling you both back towards the pillows, and situating you so he could hold you and look you in the eyes.

He noticed you shiver and pulled the duvet over the both of you before speaking. "I'm sorry I made you feel like you didn't mean anything to me- for hurting you. I did it out of not wanting to seem weak, and yet I did the weakest possible thing I could have ever done." His eyes were filled with remorse and concern, his voice laced with shame. "The truth is I do care about you. The day I realized it was the day I hurt you and sent you away... and if could go back and change how I treated you I would." His voice broke.

"Kylo-" You began to speak but he quickly cut you off.

"If you hate me, please don't tell me." He begged. "I understand why you would, but I don't think I could bear hearing you say it out loud." He now spoke in a low whisper, as if he were terrified of his own vulnerability.

"Kylo I dont hate you, I promise. I just didn't understand you, but now I do and I lo-" You cut yourself off this time, thinking maybe you shouldn't say that to him. You couldn't handle rejection from him for a second time.

"I love you."

You heard his voice say it plain as day, you know he said it. You couldn't have imagined it. You didn't see his lips move, yet Kylo's voice rang loud and clear through your head. Your eyes darted to his and you saw him scanning your face nervously for a reaction.

Your eyes widened. "I love you too."

Is that what my thoughts sound like to him?

Kylo smirked, attempting to hide the large grin threatening to creep across his face. "Yes, I told you they're loud."

You laugh, causing him to laugh with you.

It was such a tender moment. Two human souls laughing together under the warmth of the covers, intertwined with each other, and floating in the vast, inky expanse of the galaxy.

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