#RenxReader

[lord-of-the-harvest]

Red Rut Ch 1

Chapter 1 Unsettle Before The Storm

Summary: You’re a former OF model/gore wore, turned beloved housepet by the infamous snuff streamer, Fox. He had been scoping you out for months, and now you’re all his! It’s just a few months into your bizarre “relationship”, and you’re about to learn a lot more about what makes beastkins like him tick!

Contains: Abuse, hurt/comfort, drug mention, omegaverse

NSFW

MDNI

Notes: Hey guys! It’s that time of year when I HC Ren goes through his heat/rut cycle! As a treat, I’ve configured that part of my fic, Pleasure Pain and Power, into an XReader! Some parts have been rewritten, so even if you’ve read my fic, it’s still worth the read! If you want more, check out PPP, as I’m working on a new chapter as we speak :D

It’s been months since you were abducted by your former top client, Ren. You’re not sure why he targeted you, he’s said something in the past about wanting someone in a “similar industry”, but you’ve largely given up caring about his motives. Shockingly, even to yourself, you’ve grown fond of the beastkin, despite the circumstances. You live in a large penthouse, have all your wants and needs paid for, and you’ve been gaining little privileges back each day with good behavior. Besides a few slip ups here and there, you’ve become a nice little lapdog for Fox, and you’re even enjoying your new position. He’s adapted well to the partnership as well, giving you gifts and showering you with as much attention as you could ask for. Recently, though, Ren has become much more possessive over you. It started out with small gestures, like holding you tighter when he came home, or doing various tasks around the house for you. You only started to notice the change a week or so into it, when he started hurting you. He would pinch you for getting off the couch without him, sometimes he would leave scratches while cuddling. He even grabbed your arm and yanked you back down to your chair when you got up from the table without asking first. One night, you were sitting at the dinner table and discussing his day as usual. “I’ve had better days, Pet. Profits are steady, but I had to meet with a new client around lunchtime. He was referred to me by another client I’ve had for some time now, but Christ I wish he didn’t.” Ren has made a consistent point to talk at lengths about his time at work, but never discloses too much information. He’s not once let a client’s name slip, revealed the location of his work, or any finer details. The one thing he would talk about semi openly, and semi fondly, is his coworkers. Trying to lighten the mood, you decided to bring them up. “Hey you haven’t talked about your coworkers much, how are they? How’s Kangaroo doing?” Kangaroo had visited you a few times while Ren was out of town. Usually just to bring you food and other care items you’d need since you weren’t allowed to leave on your own. Sometimes, though, he would linger, and the two of you would talk and enjoy each other’s company. Ren put down his fork and stared into his plate. “I can talk about whatever I want, why the Hell do you want to know about him?" You looked up at him, confused at his sudden pissy tone. “I’m just curious, Ren, you usually talk about them a lot.” “No, why do you want to know about Kangaroo so bad, huh? Did you two do shit while I was away?” His voice rose, causing you to back into your chair. “What? No, you know neither of us would do that.” “Right, and now you’re fucking lying to me. That’s it, give me your phone.” He got out of his seat and stood over you, extending his hand. “Ren, what’s gotten into you? You’re usually not like this, and besides, my phone’s in the other room.” He grabbed your arm and pulled you to your feet. His claws sank into your wrist and you yelped in pain. “Don’t fucking lie to me, Pet, I saw how you smiled at him the last time we went out.” He dragged you to the bedroom, and you yelled at him to stop. “What did you two do, huh? Did you fuck on my bed? Did you initiate it? Did he make you scream his fucking name?” He threw you to the floor and dug his foot into your back, forcing you down. You cried out in pain, begging him to stop, and he grabbed your phone off the bedside table. It had been a while since he checked your phone, even though it was mirrored onto his. He went to your messages, and immediately went to Kangaroo’s contact. He swiped through, but all he saw was a short back and forth about a show, dating back weeks ago. Still, he threw your phone on the ground in anger. “Ren, please, I didn’t do anything! Why are you doing this?” He looked up at the mirrored ceiling above the bed and saw himself. He was skinny, and his tail was less puffy than usual. He had noticed more hair coming off in the shower, much more than usual. He sighed, and lifted his foot off of you.

You crawled up and backed onto the edge of the bed, holding your bleeding arm. “Ren, for the love of God, what is wrong? You’ve been fucking crazy lately, what’s wrong with you?” He looked down at you, ears pinned pack and eyes staring daggers into you. “Nothing is fucking wrong with me!” He yelled back, and walked out of the room. You followed, only to see him lock himself in his office again. Lately, he’s been going in there whenever he gets heated, whether that be sexually, or due to anger. “Ren, open up!" You yelled and slammed your fist on the door. “I don’t give a shit about what you’re doing, or whatever business trip you’re planning." Your blood smeared on the wall and dripped down to the floor. You knocked for a while, but got no response from Ren. Eventually, you got tired of yelling, and resided back in the bedroom. After cleaning your arm, which was now starting to scab, you angrily marched to the bed and tucked yourself in. What the Hell’s gotten into him? Work has been stressful before, but it’s never been this bad for him. He’s always a little weird and possessive, but this is just excessive. Maybe he’ll be in a better mood tomorrow…

You woke to Ren’s alarm going off, and not to him cuddling you. You rolled over and were met with his back facing you. Not remembering the night before quite yet, you lazily threw your arm around his waist and nuzzled your face in his back. When you got no response, you shook him a bit. Still no response. “Ren, your alarm is going off, shut it off.” Still no response. You sat up, turned off the alarm, and looked down at him. His eyes were still shut and he was drooling onto his pillow. “Ren, are you dead? Wake up." You shook him harder and he finally started to rouse. Now remembering the night before, you didn’t feel bad about shaking him so hard. “Did you stay up all night? What were you doing so late?” Ren rolled over, rubbing sleep from his eyes, and barely looked up at you. “…hm?" You looked down at him, now with pity instead of irritation, and brushed his hair back. You hate to admit it, but he looked so adorably pathetic when he was half asleep. “Hm, poor Ren. Come on sweetie, you need to get up.” With a soft groan, he rolled back over. Was he hit with a tranquilizer dart or something? You took it upon yourself to brew the morning coffee and start on breakfast. Ren’s coffee almost had more creamer and syrup in it than actual coffee, but it’s the only way he’d drink it. You set fresh fruit, coffee, and bowls of oatmeal out on the dining room table before returning to their bedroom. Ren, of course, was still knocked out cold in the bed. You ripped the blanket off of him and pushed him on his back. You grabbed him by the shoulders and shook him awake, and his eyes shot open. “What, what?! What’s wrong?” “Ren, wake up, you slept through your alarm.” He sat up and asked what time it was while rubbing his face. “It’s not too bad, it’s 7:30 and breakfast is on the table…what’s that?" You focused on a pill bottle you hadn’t noticed before on Ren’s nightstand and pointed at it. “What, that? Oh, nothing, don’t worry about it.” He stood up, grabbed the pill bottle, and made his way to the bathroom, mumbling something about getting dressed under his breath. You sat on the bed with your arms folded. Great, he’s being mysterious about drugs now too. Who said relationships get boring? I’m always finding out new shit about him. 

Ren entered the dining room shortly after you and sat down. He was still in his pajamas, but had washed his face and was much more awake than before. “Thank you for breakfast, Pet. I’m so sorry, my medication makes it hard for me to wake up in the morning." You bit your lip and looked at him. “Is that what was in that pill bottle?” “Yeah, it is, I won’t be on it long though…shit, I’m sorry about last night, Pet.” He noticed the bandage on your arm and focused on it. “I know I haven’t been myself lately…let’s go out to dinner tonight, alright? Let me make it up to you.” He seemed genuinely remorseful, but you were still annoyed with him. “Sure, let’s go out tonight. I take it Kangaroo won’t be driving us.” Ren took a deep breath and a long sip of his coffee. “Delicious coffee, darling, let’s get your arm bandaged again after breakfast.” Deflecting again, at least he isn’t furious this time. Sure enough, he tended to your wound before getting changed himself. You sat on the edge of the bed and he kissed your arm as he wrapped it. “You’ll heal just fine, darling. Spend today relaxing and picking out what you’ll wear tonight.” He kissed your temple and went to get dressed. While he was in the bathroom, you made the dangerous choice of snooping through his bedside table. There’s no way a medication is making him act like this, what’s in that bottle? You opened the drawer and held up the medicine bottle. It dawned on you that you never asked for his last name, you only ever knew him as Fox or Ren. Hm…Hana, doesn’t that mean lily or something? You flipped it over and found the name of the medication, but didn’t recognize it. Inside it were blue and white pills you also didn’t recognize. Ren walked out of the bathroom and you quickly put the bottle back in his nightstand and laid back on the bed. He didn’t notice, and kissed you again. “I’m leaving, darling, is there anything else you need?" You smiled at him and shook your head. “Nope, I’ll be fine till you get back, I’m excited for our date night.” He smiled and bit his lip. “I am too, Pet, I’ll try to rush home.” He left, and took his pills with him, leaving a very irritated and confused Pet behind.

Ren got home early, and you had some time to calm down. Even though your arm still stung, your new concern for Ren overpowered your irritation for him. You already had your makeup and hair done, and was waiting for him to come home before getting dressed. “Hi Ren! I’m almost ready, when did you want to lea-” he cut you off with a tight hug from behind. “Hmmm I missed you, Pet, I missed you sooo much.” He buried his face in your back and his claws threatened to scratch your waist. “You smell so good, good enough to eat~” “I missed you too, sweetie, when do you want to leave for our date?” He hugged you tighter and backed you to the bed, pushing you down. “Hmmm, how about we forget the date, and instead we stay here and-” He looked at your bandage and noticed the confusion on your face. “-and…uh, yeah, let’s…let’s leave soon, just give me a minute.” He rushed out of the bedroom while patting his pockets, assumingly looking for his pills again. Greeeat, I’ll be lucky to just see him by dinner time. You didn’t want to let on too much, but this time his dashing off actually hurt. Even though you were sort of used to his new flakiness, you foolishly thought this time would be different. He promised you’d go out, and you were looking forward to it. You tried not to let your tears fall, since you had spent so much time and effort on getting ready. Your phone buzzed, and you looked over at it. It was a text from Ren. “We’ll go soon, I need to take care of something. Shouldn’t take longer than half an hour, I’m sorry.” A faint smile grew on your face, and you dabbed at your tears with the tie on your robe. Forty five minutes passed and you got upset again, but tried keeping your cool. You gently knocked on Ren’s door and waited on a response. “Ren, sweetie? Do you want to go soon? I’m all ready, I just need to put on my shoes.” “Yes Pet! I’ll be ready in five minutes!” His breath was shallow, almost as though he had been exercising the whole time. “O-okay! Take your time…” Sure enough, a few more minutes passed and he finally came out of his office. “One more minute, darling, I need to get changed before we go.” As he passed, you caught his scent and a glimpse into his office. Maybe I’m right, it sure smells like he’s been working out, and I think that’s exercise equipment in there. You followed him into the bedroom and put on your shoes. You were wearing a strappy, skin tight, dark red dress with a slit going up each leg. You decided to go with your taller open toed heels, knowing they were one of Ren’s favorites. After you slid them on, you walked to the mirror and looked at yourself. Ren appeared behind you, wearing a dark blue suit. He took a deep breath as he looked at you and placed a hand on your waist. He brought you down to turn the apartment’s perimeters off your collar, and whispered in your ear. “Ravishing, Darling, let’s go.”

They took the elevator down and met a face not yet familiar to you. “How are we feeling tonight, Fox? Fox’s Pet?” Fox rushed towards him and waved. “Oh just fine, Rhino, I’m fine. Pet, this is Rhino." You looked up at him, he was even bigger than Kangaroo, and made Fox look incredibly small. “H-hi! It’s so nice to finally meet you!" You extended your hand to shake his, but he just nodded in return. He opened the door and you climbed in, but Rhino shut it before Fox could follow. You looked up and saw them talking, almost as though they were settling an agreement together. Rhino opened the door again, and Fox climbed. “What was that? Is everything alright?” He kissed your cheek and took your hand. “Everything’s fine, Pet, um…He’s actually going to join us tonight. He’ll have his own table, though, so we’ll still have our time to ourselves.” He grinned, and you raised an eyebrow at him. “He’s our driver and our bodyguard tonight, Pet. That’s why I brought Rhino instead of Kangaroo.” “Do we need a bodyguard? Are we going somewhere dangerous?” His smile fell and he pinched your hip, making you squeak. “One more question and I’m turning us around.”

The three arrived at the restaurant, another fancy one you hadn’t been to. Other women, dressed much more conservatively than you, snickered as they walked by, but looked up in awe as Rhino followed. You looked down, embarrassed by the idea of having a chaperone on your date with Ren. You overheard one of the women whisper something under you breath. “…can’t believe that animal’s out of its cage…” Are they talking about me, Ren, or Rhino? Luckily, Ren seemed to have calmed down enough to either not notice, or not care about the people staring at them. They approached the hostess stand, and Ren flashed a big smile at her. “Hello, my dear, we have two reservations. One for two, and one for just one.” She looked at him worriedly, but nodded and led them to their tables. Sure enough, Rhino sat a few tables away, but they could still see him clearly. “Well I am absolutely starving, what are you in the mood for, Darling?” He asked, opening the menu and snapping you out of your thoughts. “Oh, um, I’m not sure yet. Let me see…" You opened your menu as well, which mostly featured steak and other high end meats. You decided on a shrimp cocktail as an appetizer, and a Moscow mule for your drink. Ren went ahead and ordered his entree, an extra raw steak with three sides. “You’re really hungry, honey, what did you have for lunch?” “I had leftovers from last night. I’m just really starved today, not sure why." Your shrimp arrived, and you playfully fed one to Ren, trying to rekindle whatever romance you could from the night. To your surprise, he ate the whole thing in one bite, including the tail. When your entrees arrived, you simply sat back and watched Ren scarf down his food while nibbling on your salmon. “Ren, for the love of God, calm down. No one’s going to take your food from you, and people are already staring at us.” He looked up, midway through shoving more of his barely cooked steak into his mouth. He swallowed, and whipped his mouth with his napkin. “Sorry Pet, I’m just so hungry.” He calmed down and you looked back at Rhino. You followed his gaze, and landed on a table of people snickering and pointing at Ren. After dinner, Rhino drove the couple back to the apartment. Ren looked like he was on the verge of passing out, and even “rested his eyes” on the ride back. You were also exhausted, but more so due to the nagging embarrassment you felt the whole night. From Ren acting out, to the stress of being watched all night, you were ready for it to end. All you wanted to do was go to bed, but Ren insisted on taking a bath together first. He drew the water while you took off your makeup. He looked at you, and then at himself in the mirror. “Shit!” He leaned into his reflection and touched his face. “I forgot my concealer! Fuck, that’s why so many people were looking at us tonight.” He had hidden his tail and ears well throughout the night, you hadn’t noticed his marked cheeks. Still, you kissed them, and led him to the bath. You stripped, expecting some comments or light groping, but were met with nothing. You didn’t know whether to question it or be relieved. While this was very unlike him, you were still turned off of him from dinner. Ren got into the bath, and you shortly followed. You laid back on his chest and held each other in silence for a while. 

While keeping your focus on the ceiling, you broke the silence. “Ren, I need to ask, what the Hell are in those pills you’re taking? You haven’t been yourself lately, and I miss how you were.” He rolled his eyes and took a deep breath. “Darling, how much do you know about Beastkins?" You raked your brain, trying to remember any bits or pieces of knowledge you could. “I know a decent amount, I guess. I’ve done research here and there, and I used to have a friend who was a wolf beastkin back in the day. Why do you ask?" You looked up at him, and he avoided your gaze. God this is never fun to talk about. Come on man, spit it out, she needs to know what she’s in for. “How much do you know about um…heat and rut cycles?" You narrowed your brows at him, but then your eyes got wide. “Oh I um…oh-OH!" Your jaw fell and cupped your hands around your mouth. “Oh Ren, is this what this is? Oh my God, that explains so much!” His ears pinned back, his cheeks blushed, and he still wouldn’t look at you. “Yeah, and this is why I don’t like talking about it, you people always get so weird about it.” Having this talk with past captives has always been a mixed bag. He’d been met with misinformed excitement, confusion, and repulsion. Most of the time, though, he’s been met with fear. “N-no, Ren, I just didn’t know that’s what was wrong. God, I thought you had a drug addiction or cancer or something.” He finally looked at you, now it was his turn to be confused. “A drug addiction? Cancer? What the Hell would make you think…” Ren stopped and thought for a second. “Oooh, no, my medication? Those are my rut suppressants." You let out a sigh of relief and put a hand over your heart. “They don’t work too well in my actual rut, but they help with the lead up to it." You rested your head back on Ren’s chest, and he put his arm around you. “How long does your rut usually last?” He sighed, preparing himself for your questions. “Usually a week, but I’ve had lead ups last almost a month. Of course that was when I was younger, though. With my suppressants at my age, I can operate just fine and go to work, but I take off the week of my actual rut. Then there’s my peak, which lasts a day or two right in the middle of it." You brushed his chest fur, a tuft coming off in your hand. “So that’s why you’ve been so upset lately, and why you’ve been spending so much time in your office.” He nodded along, finally validating Your suspicions. “Don’t worry though, Pet, we’re about to spend a looot of time together." You sank a little into the water, now realizing your role in this. If he’s acting this possessive now, I don’t know if I can handle him at his peak. Sure you were bigger than Ren in almost every way, but he still had sharp teeth and claws. Not to mention, he could put you in a collar whenever he wanted. “Well, um, what are you like at your peak?” Ren chuckled softly at your sudden meekness. “All the instincts of an animal with the intelligence of a human. Soooo an apex predator, basically.” Cocky bastard. You sat up again and looked back at him, not amused by his ego suddenly jumping out. “I'm kidding, Pet…Well, not really, that’s kind of accurate. I don’t think you’re going to hate it, though, you’re tough." You raised an eyebrow, even less amused with his snarky comment about you. “I just get really horny, is all. And I nest, and I knot real bad, and I get kind of…aggressive.” “Okay, define aggressive.” “It’s not too bad, I just might not let you leave the nest is all.” Thankfully, you were already familiar with nesting, and now his insistence on leaving the bed a mess made sense. “Ren? Are you lying to me.” He scoffed, acting offended, but you wouldn’t bite. “You’ll be alright, Pet. I have some medical supplies ordered just in case.” “That doesn’t make me feel any better!”

Ren kept the conversation as light hearted as possible, and did a good job of keeping you just informed enough while not making you too scared. He talked about how his breeding kink goes up, but left out how he tried hiding birth control pills from a past pet. Similarly, he said he knotted worse, but didn’t say how frequent and how painful it would be for both of them. You rested your head on Ren’s chest and took his hand in yours. You lifted it out of the water and looked at his fingertips. “I’m cutting your nails before this.” He barked out a laugh and made you jump a bit. “Like Hell you are, Pet.” “Come on, give me a fighting chance at least, Mr. Apex Predator." You sat up and straddled him, running your fingers through his hair. His claws were long, and strong enough to be acrylics. Sometimes, even when he didn’t mean to, he’d hurt or scratch you with them. He looked up at you and smiled at his new nickname, not acknowledging how demeaning it was meant to be. “I have mitts somewhere. Maybe if you’re good I’ll find them for you. Then, if you put up a good fight, you can wrestle them onto me." You rolled your eyes and smiled, bending down to kiss his cheek. He also went into detail about his medication. They repressed any and all sexual appetite up until the big week of his rut. The only reason he was acting so crazy is because he would forget to take them, or would insist he didn’t need them. This is a common behavior amongst beastkin, who insist they have power over their animalistic urges. “So you don’t feel anything right now with your meds? Not even…this?" You rolled your hips on his lap, but Ren kept his stare at you. “Nope. I mean, I can feel it, but it doesn’t do anything for me.” “Huh, I think I can get used to that." You smiled, but Ren looked annoyed. “Get your jokes out now, Darling, you won’t be smiling so much soon.”

[angelsdevils]

Ren x Reader

Title: Date Night  Fluff No Warning

You woke up early in the morning, feeling arms wrapped around your waist. You looked over to your boyfriend, Ren, to see he was still sleeping. You two had just started dating maybe a month ago and he clung to you like a lost puppy. You didn’t mind since he was really cute when he did it. He was spooning you and you could barely get out of his arms. Every time that you had moved, he pulled you closer to him. You looked at the clock and saw that you were going to be late for class and carefully pried his hands off of you. He moved and mumbled something incoherent but remained asleep. You slid out of bed and went to the bathroom and got read for the day. You got in the shower washing your body before hopping out and put on some comfortable clothes.

Being in university, made you realize comfort was the only way to not go insane. Once you were dressed you began to brush your teeth while staring in the mirror. You looked down briefly before feeling a pair of arms wrap around your waist and you sighed softly. You looked up to meet Ren’s tired eyes as he placed a kiss to your cheek and you smiled. He reached around you to grab his toothbrush so he could do the same. It was silent as you both did your morning routine. Once you were done brushing your teeth you did your hair finishing it just as he finished brushing his teeth. He then turned you around and gave you that adorable smile that you fell in love with.

He leaned in and captured your lips in a deep, passionate kiss. He easily slipped his tongue past your lips, claiming dominance almost instantly. You slowly wrapped your arms around his neck as he gently pressed you against the counter. You knew exactly where this was leading too so you gently pushed him off of you causing him to break the kiss. He pouted slightly causing you to laugh and peck his lips.

“We got to get to class...”

“I rather spend the day with you...”

“That is easy for you to say because you can easily pay for your classes. I am paying for university out of my own funds. If I miss a day and fail then it’s money down the toilet...” You said and he rolled his eyes.

“Well let me pay for you then... maybe marry me...”

“We are too young to marry.”

“We are twenty now...”

“Yeah...we should be focusing on school before marriage...” You said patting his cheek and he huffed but buried his face into your neck.

“Are you sure there is no other guy?”

“I am positive... I should be questioning you... Mr. Player.”

“Ouch, that was middle school and high school. I am no longer like that...”

“Good, I am a very jealous girlfriend.”

“As I am a jealous boyfriend... something tells me you know the game anyway too well...”

“Oh yeah, if I find out you are playing games... I can play them better.” You stuck your tongue out and he shook his head tightening his arms around you. He showered your face with kisses before letting you go so he could get dressed.

“So after class, homework then date night?”

“I like the sound of that... food and movies. Maybe stay in and order food so we can cuddle. Since we went out last night.”

“Seems fair...”

“Well I got to go, since my class starts before yours.” You said grabbing your bag, and heading out of the door.

“Love you!” He yelled and you smiled to yourself.

“Love you too!” You ran out of the room, jogging your way to class with your book bag over your shoulder. When you finally arrived you were panting because your dorm room and the building where your class was held were 15 minutes away and you had five minutes to make it on time. You groaned, wiping the sweat from your forehead before hearing your phone go off.

You pulled your phone out only to see that your professor had cancelled class because he was sick. You glared at your phone as you heard some of your classmates cheer for not having class.

“Damn, I ran for nothing.” You puffed your cheeks and made your way back to the dorm. You were sure your boyfriend had already gone to class which gave you an idea. You decided you would surprise him. You unlocked your door, and went into the silent room. Just as you expected, you pulled up your syllabus so you could finish your work before working on your plan.

You spent about three hours working on your school work before finally finishing. When you finished, you put your bookbag away and began to cook dinner for Ren. Since it was the weekend and neither of you had classes you could go all out and show him he wasn’t the only romantic one. You cooked his favorite meal as you played music throughout the dormroom. You were going to text him, after he got out of class to let him know to come straight home. He normally picked you up from class but that wouldn’t be necessary today. You smiled as you sang along to the songs that were playing on the radio. When the food was done cooking you let simmer so it wouldn’t burn or get cold before showering again. Once you were done, you put on your favorite lingerie set that you bought a while back before dating Ren. You were excited to finally use it. You then put on his favorite dress that he loved so much before adding a pair of heels. You did your make up, and hair before going back to the kitchen. You looked at the clock and saw that he would be getting out of class. You sent him a text before quickly decorating the dorm room.

To: Rennie

From: (Y/N)

‘Hey love, come straight home...my professor cancelled classes today due to being sick...’

To: Princess

From: Ren

‘Okay, see you in fifteen minutes. Love you...’

You placed the phone away before dimming the lights and lighting candles. You then began to play some slow music before setting up the table with the different types of food you made. You were excited since this was something you always wanted to do. You went to the bedroom, and decorated the room before doing the same with the lights and candles. You went to the kitchen and stood by the door as you waited for him.

You heard the front door unlock before Ren called for your name. He came into the kitchen and dropped his bag as he was shocked by the decoration and food. That look wasn’t even compared to what he gave you though when he looked you up and down.

“(Y/N)? What is all of this?” He asked and you walked up to him and pressed your lips to his. He instantly kissed back wrapping his arms around your waist and you giggled slightly pulling away.

“Well, you always plan the dates... so I wanted to do something special for you. Since I had the entire day to myself, I figured why not?” You said and he held you close kissing your glossed lips.

“If it wasn’t for the fact you put in so much effort to do this, I would have already taken you out to show you off to the world.” You laughed at that before shaking your head and pulled him to the table.

“I don’t need to be shown off. I just want to be with you...” He smiled sitting down and you sat across from him.

“So no movies and take out?”

“ I have something else planned...” You said with a smile and he shook his head with a smile.

“Care to enlighten me...”

“It’s a secret... why would I tell you we haven’t even eaten yet.” You grinned and he laughed softly, shaking his head.

“Fine, fine... the food smells amazing by the way... I didn’t know you could cook.”

“You never give me a chance too...”

“I may have to start allowing you to cook then...” You stuck your tongue out at him before motioning him to eat. You both began to eat, he talked about his day before flirting with you which made you laugh. It was nice having a night with Ren and seeing him completely relaxed with you. You knew he was a good person, despite the warnings you got from people about him.

When you both finished eating he got up and offered you his hand which you took confused. He led you to the living room area, and pulled you close.

“This may not have been part of your plan, but can I have this dance?”

“Of course...” You smiled as he held you close as you both danced slowly to the music. You met his eyes and he leaned down and captured your lips in a gentle yet passionate kiss. No matter how many times this man kissed you, it made your stomach fill with butterflies. You flushed slightly as you let him dominate your mouth.

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[thehuggamugcafe]

Christmas Drabble #3: Peppermint Kiss

Crunch.

“Stop it.”

That was what your boyfriend of two years, Ren Amamiya said, looking up from the book he was reading.

The white, red, and green-striped candy cane was crunched between your teeth, your eyes meeting the glasses-framed stare of your significant other.

You smirked as Ren tilted his head to the side, glasses glinting underneath the living room’s light a barely-there frown touched his lips.

“Stop what, dear~?”

Crunch.

“That.”

The familiar taste of peppermint lingered on your tongue, red and green melding together and besmirching the white candy cane as it was rolled across your tongue, clattering against your teeth as you smiled.

“You mean stop doing this?”

The telltale crunch as the candy cane was bitten into resulted in a stare from your boyfriend, narrowing his eyes as your toothy smirk twitched, quirking at the corners as it threatened to widen.

The frizzy-haired demon breathed a sigh, shaking his head.

Ever since you had decided that today was as good a day as any to put away the Christmas decorations, the tree included, he had to put up with the crinkling of plastic wrapping, and the painfully familiar noise as the colourful peppermint-flavoured candy stick was bitten into.

He quietly cursed himself for doing as you asked him to at the beginning of December.

Ren Amamiya was cursing himself for caving in to your request of purchasing two boxes of candy canes.

It hadn’t taken you long to work your way through half of one of the two boxes as you both took down and put away the decorations.

At first you ignored Ren’s subtle glances aimed squarely at you, staring at you out the corner of his eye.

At first you disregarded the way his brows twitched, onyx irises flashing with signs of irritation as you finished crunching your way through one candy cane, and quickly working your way through another.

Unfortunately, there came a point in time where you no longer ignored Ren’s quiet annoyance bubbling to the surface.

There came a point in time where you looked forward to your boyfriend’s reactions.

There came a point in time where you knowingly—and willingly—antagonized Ren.

You watched him in your peripheral vision, quietly observing—and delighting—in each of his reactions.

Crunch.

A brow twitched.

Crunch.

A lukewarm stare—a stare that was almost a glare, almost—was pointed your way.

Crunch.

The crisp noise as a page was turned, pausing to toss you a stare that was cold enough to frost the windows of the two-storey house you both called “home”. For all you knew, Ren’s chilly askance could start a full-blown ice age with little effort, if any trouble whatsoever.

Crunch—

The fourth crunch was what broke the dam and resulted in a tsunami of water rushing to greet you with arms wide open, as it were. The dam being Ren’s resistance to your nonchalant teasing, and the water being Ren’s patience as it snapped.

A quiet growl was all the forewarning you received. The thick novel Ren was reading hit the rug covering the floor around the couch with a dull thump; the couch’s springs wailed as they were relieved of Ren’s weight. Hands pushed you to the armrest; arms caged you in; black-framed glasses glinted as obsidian eyes flashed marigold.

“Something wrong, RenRen~?” you said, cooing your boyfriend’s nickname.

“As a matter of fact: yes. There is something wrong.”

He was practically hissing the words, heat fanning your face as Ren leaned in.

“And what’s bugging you? Can’t take my form of teasing?”

Feeling cattish, you stuck out your tongue. A small piece of what remained of your candy cane was there, reduced to a small and sticky ball of red, green, and white.

But it was what happened in the seconds following that caught you off-guard.

It was Ren’s lips pressing to yours.

The kiss was so sudden that your jaw fell open in surprise. Ren took that window of opportunity to slip his tongue past your lips, the moist organ scooping up the small saccharine ball of peppermint candy. He pulled back, strings of saliva connecting your lips to his mouth.

“…Maybe not, but…”

A chill shot down your spine, hitting your tailbone before it wormed back up to your nape, possessing your shoulders with a shiver. It wasn’t an unpleasant sensation, not if the familiar hint of embarrassing heat shading your cheeks with a rosy hue was anything to go by.

“…It appears you can’t handle my teasing either, sweetheart.”

Ren stuck his tongue out and for a moment, you thought he was letting his inner child shine through—but when you looked, actually looked, you narrowed your eyes.

There, on the tip of his tongue, was the same rolled ball that had once been the rest of your candy cane; the red, green and white colours mixing, intertwining was obvious to spot to your critical-eyed leer.

“Maybe, maybe not,” you said, making sure to lace your voice with a low, teasing croon. “But…”

Ren’s eyes flashed marigold, watching as you edged yourself closer to him and you, in due kindness, watched as his mouth was closed. The small sphere of peppermint-flavoured candy was seen for a moment and then, not seen the next.

“Perhaps I don’t mind egging you on?”

Ren smirked; his lukewarm onyx irises were slowly, oh so slowly engulfed by a hue of molten gold.

“Is that so…? Then…”

He leaned down, pressing a kiss to your lips. His mouth was a bit sticky from the round ball that no doubt was still on the tip of his tongue, literally. You take in a breath, inhaling the vague but brisk hint of peppermint lingering on his breath as he exhaled, chuckling in your face.

“I won’t mind responding to your challenges.”

[rscenarios]

Ren - Luck

Anon asked for Ren trying to confess but embarassing himself in the process and avoids you after. Please enjoy!

Warnings: none

You’re wonderful, absolutely wonderful, Ren thinks as he smiles to himself while texting you. “Earth to Ren,” Aron says for what seems like the tenth time. The words still go unheard.

“He’s talking to _______________ again, the only way you’ll get through to him is if you take the phone,” Minhyun points out.

“Don’t you dare,” Ren mumbles as he types his reply to you.

“Are you ever going to confess?” Aron asks, rolling his eyes at his band mate’s behavior.

“I might....we’ll see how dinner tonight goes,” Ren says as he tells you that he’ll pick you up at 5:30pm.

“You should do it soon,” Baekho says gently.

“I know...I’ll try.”

“Any idea what you'll say?” Minhyun asks.

“Not really. Just something from the heart,” Ren admits, pocketing his phone before getting up. It's almost three o’clock, but he decides to get ready. Normally he’s very comfortable about meeting with you, you’re basically his best friend, but now with the idea of telling you he feels more than friendship for you has him nervous. He’s sure your friendship would recover if you don’t feel the same, but that doesn’t really lessen the worry.

He tries to think of something he can say to you about how he feels, but nothing feels quite right. Sooner than he would like he’s headed to your home to pick you up. You’re dressed in one of your favorite outfits, a lovely smile on your face as you get in the car. “You look great,” he tells you.

“You too,” you blush as he begins to drive. “So where are we headed?”

“I was thinking we could go to your favorite restaurant,” he shrugs. You aren’t about to protest to that. You simply start chatting about your day, and Ren listens intently while making the occasional comment. Sometimes it surprises you that he can be so interested in talking to someone as ordinary as yourself. He always assures you that your stories are more interesting than you think.

The two of you quickly order your usuals after you’re seated. Your chatter continuing as though there was never an interruption. The two of you could always talk about anything and everything. It was always so nice. When the food arrives, you both offer each other some of your own food.

“What a cute couple,” someone nearby comments, making the both of you smile.

Now was his chance.

“____________,” he starts, working to swallow his food. “For a long time, I’ve been-” he stops suddenly, feeling a lump in his throat. He tries to clear it only making things worse. He starts to cough, making your eyes go wide as he tries to drink water.

“He’s choking!” You cry out as he continues to cough. As soon as the words leave your mouth, a woman steps in, maneuvering so that after a moment Ren spits out the food.

“Thank you,” he whizzes before the woman returns to her table.

“Are you okay?”

“I’m okay...we should probably get going,” he says slowly, still trying to catch his breath. You don’t protest as he pays the bill and heads to your house. The drive is quiet until you say your goodbyes.

Ren doesn’t say a word to the guys as he enters the dorm and flops into bed.

The only communication he has with you for a fews days are short worded texts. Unable to take his strange attitude, you head over to the Nu’est dorm. JR lets you in without question. You greet the group before pulling Ren into his room. “What’s with you?” You ask, getting straight to the point. “And don’t say you’ve been busy.”

“Nothing’s with me.”

“You barely send more than two sentences when I message you ever since we went out. Are you...embarrassed because you choked?”

He’s silent for a moment before giving a slow nod.

“There’s no reason to be embarrassed. Accidents happen. What matters is that you’re okay,” you assure him, wrapping him in a tight hug. “Now can I please have my best friend talk to me?”

He holds you tightly. “Of course. Do you want to stay and watch a movie with me?”

“Will you make popcorn?”

“Sure, pick something for us,” he tells you and you quickly move to his movie collection. You know the password to his laptop and will be able to get things settled, so he steps out to prepare the snacks and grab two bottles of water. Now was a second chance to tell you how he feels. He can do this.

As he steps back into the room he feels the world shift and popcorn flies everywhere as his body hits the floor. “Are you okay?” you ask, and he can hear you trying not to laugh. He gives a small nod as you move from the bed and help him to clean up.

He tries not to let it get to him, but he’s quieter than normal during the movie. When it finishes you quickly tell him he has no need to be embarrassed. “It’s cute,” you tell him.

“You really think so?”

“Yes. So you better text me,” you order before saying goodbye to the others.

With your words in mind, he starts to form a plan. He doesn’t talk to you as much, nervous he will spoil the surprise. But when he asks you to go on a picnic with him, you’re glad he isn’t beating himself up over his rotten luck later.

He sets everything out on the blanket before clearing his throat. “I’ve been having some bad luck lately, but I hope I can turn that around. _____________, can I give you something to help my luck around you?”

“Sure.”

“Before you accept my charm, I want you to know what it means. If you refuse, that’s okay too.”

“Ok,” you say slowly, unsure what he means.

He gently takes your hand. “For the last few days I have been trying to tell you how I feel, but I’ve made a fool of myself everything time. Regardless, when I’m with you I feel like the luckiest man on the planet. I’m grateful to call you my best friend and be called your best friend in return. But I would be honored to be called your boyfriend..._______, would you go out with me?”

Before you can stop yourself you tackle him in a hug, nearly making him fall back against the ground. “Yes.”

Gently, he shifts so the two of you are sitting up and so he can pull a small box from his pocket. Carefully he pulls out a small silver chain and loops it around your neck. Gently your hand comes to rest on the small four leaf clover as you smile at Ren.

“My luck already feels like it’s changing.”

“Good, I would hate for my boyfriend to choke,” you tease.

“I brought nothing but soft foods....just in case,” he laughs, handing you a small container of soup and a pudding cup for dessert. His charms works as your first date goes without incident and even ends with the two of you sharing your first kiss.

[joshuaseggtarteu]

Unrequited Love, Until It's Not (Ren/Minki Model AU)

AN: Wow it’s been forever since I actually finished and posted some writing, I feel pretty accomplished right now lol. Thank you anon friend for submitting this request, and I’m sorry I made you wait so long! Honestly, this is my second smut and I’m not sure how I feel about it, I really hope I did a good job. Ren deserves better than my amateur writing, but I did my best. <3 WARNINGS: smut, self-hate/body shaming (it’s really slight, but still there)

Summary: Envying your fellow models was normal, encouraged even. Envy made you strive to do your absolute best, at least that’s what your agent kept telling you. The feelings you had towards Ren were different though, they were much stronger.

He was perfect. From the way, he radiated confidence with every step he took, to the way he managed to look absolutely flawless without even trying. Yes, Choi Minki was perfect, and you hated him for it. In the nearly two years that you have been working with Minki - or Ren as he preferred to go by, you have come to despise everything about him.

But how could you not? In the modeling business envying your fellow models was normal, encouraged even. Envy made you strive to do your absolute best, at least that’s what your agent kept telling you. The feelings you had towards Ren were different though, they were much stronger.

He seems to have a way of making everything look so easy and effortless, not to mention look absolutely stunning in any outfit he is given to wear, and you mean it when you say any. It just isn’t fair that he looks better in a skirt and blouse then you do, and what makes it worse is that he knows it too.

“Oh y/n, we both know this colour doesn’t flatter you nearly as well as it does me.” The colour he refers to is the lavender of the skirt he’s wearing along with a pearly white button up.

“Shut up Ren” you spit, your arms crossed over your chest and an annoyed look plastered on your face. The two of you were backstage getting ready for your division to walk the runway. As if hating Ren wasn’t enough, you somehow always ended up in the same section as him or partnered with him for most fashion shows. This time you were both modeling Pledis’s new Spring Fashion line and were partnered to walk out together as well.

“Just because you can pull off just about any outfit-”

“Not just about, I can pull off any outfit.” He smirks and you have to resist the strong urge to hit him.

“Fine, whatever. My point is, it doesn’t give you the right to put the rest of us down about it.”

“Sweet y/n,” he chimes teasingly “it’s not like I asked to look this beautiful.” He tosses a lock of hair over his shoulder to emphasize his unattainable beauty.

Before you can rebut one of the backstage managers approaches you. “The Spring Fashion line is up next, are you two ready?”  

“Yeah, we’ll be right out,” you say and watch her leave. You turn to speak to Ren again: “don’t let your overblown ego show too much out there, I don’t need you making me look bad.” With that, you turn on your heels and leave the room to line up with the other models in your division. Ren chuckles quietly to himself shaking his head before following you out to the stage.

You watch as the other models walk out, two by two strutting themselves with confidence. You and Ren are the last in line so you still have to wait for two more pairs to go before you. As you approach the front of the line the familiar feeling of butterflies in your stomach takes over and you bite the inside of your gum anxiously. It’s silly for you to still be feeling nervous seeing as you’ve been working in this industry for two years now, but still, the butterflies come every time, right before you step on the catwalk.

The pair in front of you is beginning to walk back so you and Ren get the okay from your manager to go out.  You take a deep breath to calm your nerves and make your way around the curtain and onto the catwalk. Instantly, you are blinded by the flashes of hundreds of cameras. This at least, you have grown used to and your eyes adjust after a second or two. With your posture straight and shoulders back, you strut. Ren matches each of your steps with one hand on his hip and a bold expression on his face. You feel the butterflies returning so you force yourself to just look forward, hoping they will go away.

You reach the end of the catwalk and pose; one hand holding the front of the denim jacket you’re modeling over a white floral patterned dress and the other hanging loosely by your side.  You lean towards the center of the catwalk and feel your shoulder brush against Ren’s. Picking a spot in the room to stare at you tilt your head slightly back and to one side wearing a bold and daring expression and freeze while the photographers take your picture. After about a minute you turn sideways so that your body is facing Ren, but you continue to look forward and he does the same. With your front hand on your hip, you bend one leg and pose again. Ren casually rests a hand on your shoulder, tilting his head back slightly and freezing also.

As you start to walk back, the rest of the models in your section come out for one final appearance. You and Ren take your places at the back of the lines and wait. You must admit, it caught you off guard when he placed his hand on your shoulder, but you decide to brush it off as him just pleasing the photographers.

One of the perks of standing in the back is that not many people are paying attention to you, which allows you to take the risk of looking around. You let your eyes scan the room, seeing only dark figures and flashing lights since all the overhead lights are pointed towards the catwalk. Your eyes land on Ren and find him looking back at you with a smile on his face. He’s posture is so laid back and relaxed, you only wish you could be like that. Even when your eyes meet, he doesn’t look away until it’s time to walk off stage.

“Good job everyone! You all did great!” your manager applauses when you are all backstage again. She goes around giving each of the models feedback, which is something she does after every show. She makes her way towards you, stopping at your partner first.

“Ren, excellent as always. I saw Park Jin Young watching you closely,” she says with a smile “if we can get the JYP company to invest in this line, we could take Pledis Fashion to the next level and you could possibly become the face of this company.”

“Manager-nim you flatter me, but I’m sure I’m not the only one he was looking at. Y/n was right there next to me after all.” He shoots you a sideways smile which you scoff at.

“Ah yes, Y/n, you were excellent today! With your bold expressions, I loved it.”

The look in her eye said she was building you up for something, she never just gave you a compliment and you couldn’t help be hate her for it. “But..” you say, inviting her to continue with the criticism.

“But, you walked out nervous again. If I could see it, they could see it. You’ve been modeling for 2 years now, you need to get this under control.”

You take a deep breath and stare at the ceiling, this isn’t the first time your visible nervousness has come up in discussions, but every time it has, you either end up in an argument or storming off in a fit of rage. “You know I’m doing my best to hide it” you reply exasperated.

“I do, but I was thinking.. maybe it’s time you had someone help you get rid of your butterflies.”

You stare at her with wide eyes, scared to hear what she’s about to say, “who did you have in mind?”

Her eyes fall on Ren and you don’t even wait for her to say it. “Oh hell no! I don’t need anyone’s help! Especially, not his.” Before anyone could respond to your outburst you storm off to go get changed.

Your manager and Ren stand in silence for a moment, the weight of your words still linger in the air. “Don’t take her words to heart, Ren. You know how she can be.”

“Yeah, I guess”  is all he says before also heading off to change.

***

The next day you walk into work determined to get rid of your butterflies once and for all. You enter the showroom and stand in front of the catwalk, “I have nothing to be afraid of” you say, climbing the stairs to stand on top. You face the empty room before you and shut your eyes imagining it is full of people. “I can do this,” you whisper and take a step forward. Eyes still closed, you continue to walk, conscious of the slight stiffness of your posture and how shaky your breaths are coming out. You walk slowly counting each step as you go. At twenty you open your eyes and find yourself two steps away from the end of the stage. Now that you know how long it is you can keep your eyes shut without worrying about walking right off.

You walk the catwalk about 5 times before you feel yourself relax and your breathing steady. “See,” you tell yourself, “I don’t need his help.”

Feeling more confident now, you head to the back to find an outfit you can model. After going through a couple, you settle on an elegant black evening gown. It’s not the style you're used to modeling in, but since you’re feeling confident you decide: “why not.”

Slipping into the dress you find a pair of silver heels and jewelry to match. You walk over to the mirror to check yourself out before you go back on the catwalk. The dress is low cut with thin straps and is absolutely stunning in every way, except for the way it closely hugs your center.

You pout and poke your stomach frowning, “fat” you say in disgust. Continuing to examine yourself, you move up to your face. “Ugh, why am I so ugly?” you ask yourself as you pull at the skin under your chin.

“You’re kidding, right?” you spin around to find the source of the voice, almost twisting your ankle from the momentum. Ren stands in the doorway with his arms crossed over his chest and a frown visible on his face. With the hair extensions from the day before now gone, his short brown hair sits neatly atop his head.

“What are you talking about?” you ask, wondering how long he had been standing there.

“You can’t honestly stand in front of that mirror and tell me what you see is ugly.”

You are taken aback by his words and have to take a moment to recover. “Alright,” you start slowly, “what do you see when you look at me then?” you weren’t sure what you were expecting to be his answer. As far as you knew, you hated him and he hated you, that’s just the way things have always been. But there’s something in the sad look he gives you that makes you wonder if maybe you are wrong.

He walks forward as he speaks, closing the distance between you: “when I look at you, I see the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on. I see a woman who can turn every head just by walking into a room but is too self-conscious to see it herself.” He’s closed the gap and now stands just centimeters away from you, so close that you can feel his warm breaths hit you own cold skin. “And I see,” his eyes lock on yours and you can’t will yourself to look away, “a woman so blinded by envy, that she can’t see my love for her.”

You stand in silence for what feels like an eternity. His eyes still hold yours as he waits for a response to his confession. You honestly didn’t know what to say. How could you have had it so wrong? Choi Minki was in love with you? It couldn’t be possible. Your mind thinks back to all the times he teased you. You took it as genuine attempts to hurt you, but maybe he was only joking around. Trying to get a smile or a chuckle out of you or anything else that might imply that you didn’t hate him as much as you thought you did- wait, thought? No. You hated him, didn’t you?

You scrunch your eyes shut. If there was a possibility that you had your own feelings classified wrong too, now was the time to figure it out. “Y/n..” he hesitates, beginning to regret his rash decision to confess. “Shh” is all that leaves your lips as you rack your brain for answers. What was it he had said? So blinded with envy? Had you turned your jealousy into hatred, or had you just changed the name to justify the feeling? Another thought came to mind and the realization hit you like a wave.

You open your eyes and stare at the man before you. “It was never the modeling that made me nervous,” he frowns his brows not seeing where you were going with this. “From the very beginning, we’ve been partnered together for shows or put in the same line. It’s not going out on the catwalk that gives me butterflies, it’s you.”

“I make you nervous?” his eyes get sad and it hurts you to look at them.

“No, that’s not what I mean. You’re right I do envy you and it has made me blind, to a lot of this actually.” The next part you say quickly, as to not hurt him anymore: “I convinced myself I hated you because I didn’t want to admit to myself that I like you. You’re so perfect and I never thought I’d be good enough for you. That’s why being so close to you on stage makes me nervous, but I tricked myself again into believing that it was all the people watching, when it was only ever you.”

It was your turn to wait for a response now, though he didn’t make you wait long. “Y/n, would you do me the honour of going on a date with me?”

If you’re being honest with yourself, a part of you had expected him to kiss you there and then. But still, you let a smile creep onto your face before replying: “I would love too.”

***

It’s just after noon when you hear a knock at your front door. You put the final touches on your makeup and give yourself a quick once-over in the mirror before answering the knock. Ren stands on the other side wearing a black button up shirt and ripped denim jeans. He holds a bouquet of flowers in one hand and a picnic basket in the other.

“Are you ready for our date?” he asks cheekily when you open the door.

“Yes, just let me put these in some water” you answer, accepting the flowers from him, “They’re beautiful, thank you.”

You find a vase to fill with water and put the flowers in, then return to the door where Ren waits patiently. “Okay, let’s go.”

The two of you walk hand in hand to the park near your house. It’s almost surreal how beautiful and perfect the weather is, like right out of a fairytale. Birds are chirping, the sun is shining and the sky is painted bright blue.

You walk through the park, watching children play as you go. It’s not until you reach the lake that you stop. “A picnic by the lake, how cheesily romantic of you” you tease.

“Well, I felt that you were lacking cheesy romance in your life. Unless you don’t like it?”

You laugh and shake your head, “I love it.”

You help him spread the picnic blanket and lay out the food before throwing back and looking over the lake. “isn’t it just breathtaking” you say, not taking your gaze off the body of water.

“Sure, but not as breathtaking as you.”

You sit upright glaring at him, “you’re such a tease” you say laughing and grab a sandwich from the plate in front of you.  The next little while is spent eating sandwiches and talking. You may have worked with Ren for two years, but you were finding out now that you know close to nothing about him.

“You do not still watch Pokémon” you’re doubling over with laughter causing him to pout at your reaction.

“I have dedicated myself to following Ash on his journey, however long that may be.”

“Ash has been ten years old for the past twenty years, and in twenty years, he still hasn’t been able to become a Pokémon master. If he hasn’t done it yet, I doubt he ever will.”

He gasps dramatically, “I’m going to tell him you said that.”

“Go right ahead, and while you’re at it let him know that I’d beat him in a battle any day.”

“I highly doubt that, seeing as you can’t even protect your own food.” Right as he says it he leans over and takes a bite of your sandwich smiling up at you playfully.

“You’re so childish, why have I never seen this side of you.”

“I consider it to be more playful, and you have seen it. You just never took it the right way.”

You let his words sink in and think about all the encounters the two of you have had at work. Looking back now you can see how his actions could be considered playful if you had just been willing to accept it. “I’m sorry for the way I treated you, Ren.” The undeniable guilt is building up inside of you: “ Why are you so willing to overlook how awful I’ve been to you?

His smile disappears and is replaced with a serious expression. “Y/n, I’ve waited two years for a moment like this to come along, where I could take you out and show you how much you mean to me. Why should I prolong it furthered just because you misunderstood me in the past? You know how I feel about you now, don’t you?”

It’s not a question he wants to hear the answer to, but one he wants to feel. Leaning towards you, his eyes flutter shut as he brings his face closer to yours. You’re not sure if this is what you want but your body betrays your mind and you find yourself eliminating the last bit of space between you, your lips connecting with his.

Any doubts you had before are gone. When you kiss him it feels like all of your senses go into overdrive. The whole world melts away except for you and him and your high senses are taking in his every last detail. The smell of his cologne is filling your nostrils and his touch is burning into your skin in the most pleasurable way. Before you know it he has you lying flat on the blanket as he positions his body over top of you, kissing you deeply.

Lost in the feeling of each other, the two of you forget that you are in a public place. From somewhere in the distance you hear a short “ehem” the brings you back to reality. You feel Ren’s body shift and then leave you completely. “What’s wrong?” you ask pouting and finally opening your eyes again. A woman stands above you with her hand on her hips and a crossed look on her face.

“Hi, I sorry for interrupting the moment you two were having, but you seemed to have forgotten that this is a public park, with children present. So, if you wouldn’t mind continuing your date somewhere else please.”

As annoyed as she is she keeps a kind tone in her voice so you accept her request with a shy “sorry” and begin to pack your food back into the picnic basket. “My apartment isn’t too far from here if you want to..” there’s something in his voice that sound all too suggestive and you can’t help but smirk.

“Lead the way Mr.Choi.” He chuckles at your response leading you out of the park.

The walk to his apartment feels much longer than it actually is. The feeling of his lips still linger on your own and you’re eager to have him on you again. He leads you around a corner where you come face to face with a deluxe apartment building, probably 20 stories high. “Here we are,” he says guiding you through the main doors. You take the elevator up to the 15th floor and neither of you speaks the whole way up. The air around you is growing thick as you both take turns stealing glances at each other and let forbidden thoughts fill your mind.

“My apartment is just down this hallway; 15B.” you follow his hand with your eyes and can see the door to his apartment halfway down the hall. Your stomach does a flip with excitement when the realization sinks in about how close you are and what you’re about to do.

The other side of the door reveals a very modern styled apartment. The walls are painted a solid grey colour, the floor is white tile, and the furniture is black with grey, white and blue accessories. The wall in front of you is lined end to end with windows, giving you an excellent view of the city and a black cushion runs across the sill making it the perfect place for late night thinking.

“Like what you see?” His question breaks you out of your thoughts and you realize that you haven’t moved from the front door yet.

“Yeah, it’s gorgeous” you reply feeling slightly embarrassed.

“I would give you a tour but,” he wraps his arms around your waist pulling you close to him “I was hoping you’d want to pick up where we left off at the park?”

With your bodies so close together you can feel the heat radiating off of both of you, the heat that never quite left to begin with. You grin before pulling him in for a kiss. His lips mold with yours perfectly and he leans in to deepen the kiss. Before it can go any further you pull away making him whine from the lack of contact: “that’s about where we left off right?”

A grunt is the only response you get before he takes your hand and quickly leads you to his bedroom. The light grey walls and blue duvet are the only things you get to see before Ren has you pinned down on the bed and proceeds to leave kisses down the side of your neck. You're like putty in his hands and it doesn’t take long before your mind goes blank with pleasure and you’re moaning his name.

“Already moaning for me and I haven’t even taken your clothes off yet.”

“Well, what are you waiting for?” you ask, beginning to tug at the buttons of his shirt. He laughs at your eagerness allowing his hands to glide down your body to the hem of your shirt, pulling it over your head with ease. Once it’s off he goes to the button of your pants stopping to take off his now opened shirt and throw it to some part of the room. You bite your lip at the sight of his bare chest.

When both of your clothes have been shed he moves your body higher up on the bed then sits back to look at you. “God, you’re so beautiful.” Your cheeks go red he and he brushes a hand gently over one, letting his nails lightly graze your throat as he continues to your shoulder and then down your arm. The touch is light and smooth sending chills through your body. Once he reaches your hand, he slips his fingers between yours, locking your hand in his.

Your fingers close around his own as he leans down to kiss you again. You lift your head off the bed meeting his lips, your eyes fall shut as you hum in content. Pushing his body up against yours, he massages your lips with his own before brushing your bottom lip with his tongue asking for entry. Your tongues twirl as he explores the inside of your mouth. Your free hand finds its way into his hair and his own gets a firm grasp on your hip keeping you in place beneath him.

Your other hand is moved above your head as he grinds his front against yours causing a pleasurable yet almost unbearable friction. Your moan is muffled by his lips still on yours, you try to raise your hips to increase your pleasure but his grip holds you down.

His lips leave yours and it’s your turn to whine. “Do you want to feel more?” he whispers in your ear.

“Please.”

With that, he makes quick work of pulling a condom out of his nightstand and rolling it onto his hard and leaking member. You lay back on the bed taking in how sexy he looks as he lines himself up with your entrance but doesn’t move. You give him a look, silently asking what’s wrong.

“I don’t want to hurt you”

“You won’t, I’ll be fine.” You say reassuringly.

He nods and slowly pushes into you. Your walls are tight around his member, but the pain is minimal still. He shoves in fully then pauses to ensure you’re okay. A light squeeze of your hand lets him know you are and he starts to move inside of you. The quickening pace of his thrusts has you groaning with pleasure beneath him. Your nails dig into his back and you let your head fall back.

“Oh Ren,” you groan when he finds your sweet spot. Grinning at the condition he has you in he continues to hit your g-spot over and over again, basking in the sounds of the immense pleasure he’s making you feel. You wrap one leg around him, letting your bodies move together with each powerful thrust.

“Does this feel good?”

“Soo good!”

Your words are like fuel causing him to tighten his grip on your hip and increase his speed inside of you. You feel the tightness in your stomach and pull his head down for another kiss and right before you go over the edge. Your vision blurs as you are consumed with the shockwaves of your high. You let your arms fall limp on the bed whilst Ren continues to pound into you, your body twitching slightly from the sensitivity.

His body glistens with sweat as he chases his own release. Through hooded eyes you watch his own squeeze shut and his head fall forward as he releases into the condom. He rides out his high, and carefully pulls out, collapsing next to you on the bed. You stay like that for some time, letting you pants for breath be the only sound in the room. Having regained his strength, he removes the condom tossing it in the bin in the corner of the room, then wraps his arms around your waist rolling you over so that you’re laying on his chest.

“You know, I waited two years to be with you,” you look at him attentively and hope that what he says next is good, “and now that I’m with you, I can honestly say that every second of waiting was worth it.”

You feel your heart swell and you snuggle up against his chest. “So cheesy” you reply affectionately.

“Only for you.”

He pulls the duvet over you both, engulfing you in its softness. You shut your eyes letting your mind drift. Thoughts of walking the runway alongside Ren fill your head and this time it doesn’t make you nervous, but rather excited and warm on the inside. Knowing that he’ll always be there to boost you up when your confidence runs low and you feel like you’re not good enough. And at that thought, let yourself drift into a pleasant sleep.

[cummingforkylo]

Okay, i’m going to open requests just for tonight! A Thirsty Thursday if you will.

I’ll be answering requests in a 200-500 word format or else I’ll happily do headcanons etc! Please remind yourself of my rules and look through my FAQ and then head over to my ask! 

Let’s get thiiirsty!!!

[atomicpizzaandoneshots]

Star Wars Oneshot - I’m Sorry My Love

Requested by @ravenna323​ -  a kylo x reader where he was with her but had to leave and didn’t come back for years and when he does come back she is playing with his son or daughter or both

Warnings - none really

Word Count - idk a lot... at least 5

“Stop this, Ben.” You pleaded with the black haired man that stood in front of you. 

“That’s not my name.” Was his only reply. It made you want to yell and scream at him more.

“Ben, Kylo, whoever you are stop this. Don’t leave our home. Don’t leave me.” Don’t leave us. You wanted to say. You wanted to tell him but before you could even get the words past your lips he told you he was leaving. 

“The First Order Needs me.” He replied without emotion.

“I need you!”

“I’m doing this for you!” He shouts, finally showing a shred of emotion. It wasn’t the emotion you wanted, you wanted the loving, comforting kind of emotion but right now you’d take anything. Anything to know he was still human. 

“I’m doing this for the greater good. For you! You might not understand that, not yet, but you will when the Jedi’s are dead and the Resistance is gone. You’ll finally know of a galaxy with peace.” 

You shook your head. He didn’t get it. Of course he wouldn’t. There was nothing to do and you knew that but as he took off in his ship you knew that there was chance you’d never seen him again. 

It had been years. Four, nearly five years since you had last seen or even spoken to Ben Kylo. You had decided not to leave the village in the case that maybe, maybe, he came back but a year after your child was born you had officially given up hope. 

The women in the village had helped you through your pregnancy and had even helped you after you had given birth. You weren’t very close but with a few handful of women in the village. They had younglings the same age as your daughter and so the mass amount of playdate ensued. 

It wasn’t until after your daughter, Yanna, turned 4 that word began to travel that the Resistance knew where Luke Skywalker was. You knew that Kylo would want to kill that man, not that you blamed him considering the past they had and the final moments that conspired between them. You’d want him dead as well. 

Many month went by before you got wind of more news. A new Jedi had been discovered, whose name no one knew, and was working with the Resistance to take down Kylo. And by the sounds of it, she nearly had. Your heart sunk when one of the ladies you shopped in the market with had mentioned Kylo was hurt, nearly dead even. You had all but ran out of the market and back to your little girl that day to cry. You didn’t want this to be true but at the same time you did. You wanted this war to be over. 

It wasn’t even two full weeks before you heard a crash in your kitchen. While your home wasn’t small, it wasn’t large either and the slightest screech of a chair on the floor could be heard on the other side of the house.

Your heart thumped in your chest as you sat up in the bed. Yanna was in her room next door and you wondered, hoped, that the noise was her getting water from the bucket on the table. You’d told her several times not to get out of bed in the middle of the night but that girl was so mischievous. Almost as mischievous as her father had been when they were younger. But when you heard another bump you shot out of bed and reached under your bed for the blaster that sat there for emergencies. The village never had much crime but from time to time it had its moments of producing the worst criminals and you refused to be a victim of a home invasion. 

Keeping the blaster pointed upwards as you didn’t want to shoot off your toes, you creeped in the hall and towards Yann’s room. You pushed the slighty ajared door open wider to find the little girl laying underneath the covers. Her dark hair, her father’s hair, was spread out over her face and pillow. Just the sight of that made you sigh knowing what a pain it would be to brush out those knots. You shook the thought away and continued to creep down the hall and into the dark kitchen. The moon’s light shone into the windows of the kitchen illuminating it slightly. Only enough to confirm someone was in your home. You pointed your blaster at the figure, whose back was turned to you, and readied to fire when - 

“Please don’t, Y/N.” His voice was scratchy and deep, almost exactly as you remember it but this time you can hear the exhaustion in his voice.     

“Kylo?” You questioned wondering if this was real and happening right there. 

“No,” He got up from the chair at the table and turned on the overhead light before facing you. You noticed the new wounds on his face. They were angry and red even with being slightly healed the cuts looked so aggressive.

“It’s Ben.” He wore a frown upon his face and what seemed to be permanent tears in his eyes. He looked miserable.  

“What are you doing back here?”

“You knew I come back here; to you. You stayed here.” Ben looked to his left at a photo I always left on the counter. “You kept us.”

“What else was I supposed to do? I loved you but you chose to leave. I didn’t know what else to do other than live on.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Tell you what, Ben?” You asked in a tired tone. You didn’t want to play games. You wanted answers and then to go back to bed. You wanted to go back to bed with Ben Solo but with everything that had happened was he even still there?

“That you were pregnant?” You looked up at him shocked thinking of all the ways he could’ve found out. How could he have - the force. 

“It was the force that tipped me off.” He went on to explain, confirming my theory. “I didn’t notice her presence until two years ago.”

“Why didn’t you come back?”

“I had more reason to stay. I want to make the galaxy safer for you and now her. You’re all I have to live for, both of you, and I’ll be damned if she grows up into a galaxy full of war and death. I’m sorry my love, but you have to understand. I’m doing this for the both of you.”

You wanted to scream. How could this man be so daft? But right now that’s not what matter, no, what mattered that he was here. Ben was here and you were going to take full control over that and milk it to the end. 

“It late,” You said turning around, the blaster still in hand, “she won’t be up for another few hours and I’m sure you’re tired. Let’s go to bed.”

As you walked down the hall you heard movement but it stopped and asked, “What did you name her?”

“Yanna. I named her Yanna Sheia Solo.”

Hope that met your expectations! Requests are open and feedback fuels me to write more! 

[writings-of-a-hufflepuff]

Love On The Brain

Fandom: Star Wars

Pairing: Kylo Ren x Reader

Warning: Angst, is all about the above toxic relationship so it’s not exactly a happy piece. 

Writer: @imaginesofeveryfandom aka @thequeenofthehobbits

Summary/Request: Requested by @existantial-crisis-of-mine:  Can you do a kylo Ren x Reader using the song love on the brain by Rihanna

Notes: It’s short, I don’t really like it, but here you go

You had loved him when he was Ben, teenage years where you were both originally happy...until it started to fall apart. At first it was just how angry he was; angry at his family, angry at Luke, angry at you even. Angry. Angry. Angry.

The anger began to mix with some disturbing obsession with his grandfather. You all knew the story, how Anakin Skywalker had become Darth Vader, how he had killed many, how he had tried to turn back to the light at his death. You didn’t need to be a jedi to know the story...especially when you were around the trio that dealt with him most frequently. The obsession was at first worrying before it became terrifying, time together where you’d previously spend proper time caring for each other and laughing over the most ridiculous things quickly became dark rants about his grandfather. About how much he admired Darth Vader...you had at first thought it was just one of those teenage phases you all had...until he left and became someone else.

You still loved Ben, you still loved him even though he changed his name. Even though Kylo Ren was disastrous, evil and horrible. You hated the part of him that was Kylo Ren, but continued to hold onto the feelings you had for Ben. It was hard not to...when you’d been so close, when you’d been so certain he was yours and you were his.

But each time you received news that more people had died, that more planets were at risk...each time you heard bad news the pain in your chest grew deeper and called for your attention more. Part of you knew he didn’t care for you anymore, that he had chosen what he cared about and what he cared about now was evil and destruction. That did not make it any easier to let go, no matter how much it was killing you...no matter how much you wanted to feel nothing. 

[kylorengarbagedump]

Not a Scratch (NSFW)

Read on AO3.

Summary: You knew he would come back. You knew. So you kept the crystal around your neck. A pendant. A reminder. It was why you weren’t surprised when the call came in over the transceiver--garbled and urgent, but intelligible:

“This is Rey. I have Ben. We’re on our way back--need medics on ready!”

It hadn’t mattered, the 8 years of distance, of longing, of memory. Ben Solo was back.

Words: 6800 (fucking... why)

Warnings: Just a lot of feelings.

Characters: Ben Solo/Kylo RenxReader 

A/N: A long overdue gift for one of my closest, enduring friends, @faestae​. There are few words I can say that illustrate what our friendship has meant to me, so I hope that this, a try-hard attempt at a love letter, says enough.

That being said, I desperately needed to save Ben Solo, as I've needed to do since 2015. So, here's the actual canon ending to TROS--isn't it weird how that works?

I hope that y'all enjoyed this. I really enjoyed writing Ben's conflict and confusion. I love him, no matter his name. And I love y'all, too. Thank you! <3

“Promise me.”

Ben Solo’s hands cover the kyber crystal in yours as a plea, his eyes clouded with restrained terror. His bottom lip, pillowy and pink, quivers, and he shakes his head, anxiety rolling from him in waves. Weaving your fingers through his own, you tug him close, seeking out his gaze. He avoids you, jaw straining.

“It’s going to be okay, Ben.”

“How do you know that?” he replies. “You don’t understand. I’ve heard what they say.” Tension builds again in his shoulders, and like a dog, he wags it away. “Promise me you won’t wait for me.”

“Your family loves you,” you say, and he stands, ripping his grip from yours. You follow, reaching for his arm. “Nothing is going to happen. It’s going to be okay!”

“Stop saying that!” he snaps, fire flickering in his pupils. He’s heaving, his sight glossy. You always forget how massive he is. He holds you in his stare, chest filling with air. There’s a pause--you think he might apologize--but he turns away, releasing a sigh. “Go. Go home. Forget about me.”

Heart cracking, you fold your arms. Your throat is tight. “You know I could never do that.”

“Well,” he says, “start trying.” He stands there a moment, mind churning with something you’re not sure you want to know. “Go.”

“Ben--”

Ben murmurs your name. It’s disarming. “Please.”

Chewing your lip to keep it from trembling, you leave, gripping the crystal. You don’t look back.

The memory was worn from use, now, muddled in places, exact details blurred to approximations, sentences rounded to paraphrases. Sleepless nights, you would caress its frayed edges, holding it like gauze over the wound in your heart, waiting for the ache to cease--yet each morning, like stitches popping, the wound would bleed anew, redder with each reminder of his presence.

If you had been smart, you would have made that promise and kept it. If you had been smart, you would have stayed away from the Resistance and Leia Organa. If you had been smart, you would have done as he had asked--banished his existence to a corner of your brain where recollections went to rot, let it wither into decay.

But you’d done none of those things. Desperate to keep a connection, you’d maintained a relationship with his mother, in the hopes that one day, he’d come back to you, that you’d prove to him that you hadn’t been foolish to wait for him as he’d believed.

Then came the news of the Jedi Academy.

Then came the news of Kylo Ren.

You followed Leia Organa into war. You became a part of the Resistance. You were one of the few breathing members left. And even as you witnessed him crumble the movement to its knees, you shielded that memory from bitterness, clutching at its most poignant wrinkles, coiled around the strongest, clearest tether to that night.

The kyber crystal.

No matter how desperate with hatred Ben had become, that tether grounded you to what you knew of Ben Solo--a boy on the precipice of his manhood, a boy consumed with expectations and swallowed like sunlight by the black, wretched shadow of fear. It had chased him, you knew, for years. Even after it had snagged him with its claws, drawn him deep into the mire of resignation, you nurtured a seedling of hope, sustained almost entirely on the nourishment of the feeling of the crystal in your hands.

You knew he would come back. You knew. So you kept the crystal around your neck. A pendant. A reminder.

It was why you weren’t surprised when the call came in over the transceiver--garbled and urgent, but intelligible:

“This is Rey. I have Ben. We’re on our way back--need medics on ready!”

Scrambling, you charged into action, shouting out to your comrades, “Hey! Rey’s coming back! Injured parties on board!” You careened through the base, calling out to whoever would listen, leaping over supplies, tripping over wires, tumbling into groups trying to sneak a meal. “Injured parties en route! All medics on deck! Rey’s coming!”

Your blood flew through your veins at lightspeed, the possibilities spinning like roulette in your mind. Ben was coming back--Ben. Not Kylo Ren, but Ben Solo, your Ben, and you would be able to see him, touch him, hold him again after 8 long, awful years. Your hidden memory burbled to life with renewed color--you could see the line of his nose, the waves of his hair, the breadth of his shoulders as if they were in front of you, now.

The excitement was tempered by the realization of Rey’s request--medics. Fear and joy fought for dominance when you pictured his body torn with wounds, soaked with blood, heavy with pain. Breath shuddering in your lungs, you searched for a place to sit, to wait. Your desire was to be the first to see him off the ship, to leap into his arms, to grasp at his face and smother it with your affection. But you knew that this was his mother’s place, not yours. If Ben was gravely injured, then to try to be with him would only complicate the issue. This was to say nothing about the impact of his choices--what everyone else on the base might think.

An interesting man you’d chosen to love.

Despite your resolve to sequester yourself in your tent during his arrival, the noise of Rey’s ship landing was too difficult to resist. You poked out your head, watching a swarm of Resistance fighters surround the vessel. The reality of his arrival sent your heart into your throat, hands fidgeting as you scanned every new movement for evidence of his presence, willing your eyes to believe what they were about to see. The hatch opened, and out stepped Rey--bloody, dirty, but still bearing a gleaming grin. She fell into the arms of her cheering friends, and you grew more impatient, craning your neck to see him appear behind her.

Silence cast over the celebratory din before you saw him, as if his presence destroyed the idea of joy on base--his hair was long and dark, curls blown out from sweat. He looked even larger than you had remembered, his wide frame padded with the muscle of an experienced warrior, and his face… It was just as beautiful as you remembered--full lips under hazel eyes, a long nose--but so tired. And nervous.

The urge rose to call out to him.

“Ben…”

You clamped your hand over your mouth, horrified--until you realized it hadn’t been you who had spoken.

The crowd parted for Leia Organa as she strode to the front, meeting her son at the threshold, where he stood transfixed, an effigy crafted from terror. Your tongue dried when you observed Ben take one step forward, and another, before crumbling to his knees, face buried in his fists, shoulders swelling with emotion you were too far to hear. Leia crossed to her son, pressing his head to her chest, stroking his hair. Quiet words passed her lips, and his body wracked, trembling in her embrace.

Pulse pounding, you retreated to your tent. Quakes rumbled through you, your palms slick with perspiration, breath rattling as if your ribs had come loose. Thoughts raced through your mind faster than you could identify them, tears welling and slipping over your cheeks. You laughed, despite yourself, grinding the heels of your palms into your eyes. The moment you’d spent the past 8 years preparing for had arrived--and you couldn’t even bring yourself to see him. Being a spectator to his icy reception, his collapse into his mother’s arms, had been more sobering than you’d anticipated. You realized that after all he’d been through, who was to say he’d even still care about you?

Who was to say he even remembered your name?

The mask you’d so carefully carved over the past near-decade shattered, and you sobbed, a long, broken gasp of air pulled into your lungs. It was cold in your throat, pins poking you from the inside as you wept, years of denial wilting, parting for torrents of doubt. Your last conversation with Ben had ended with him begging for you to forget him--he’d gone on to renounce his name, become Supreme Leader of the First Order. He’d murdered his own father. How, after any of this, could you think his mind hadn’t oh-so-ceremoniously murdered you, too?

Whining, you fell into your bed and tugged a blanket over your shoulders, concealing your necklace with a fist, as if you could will it to disappear. You’d been stupid, so stupid. You’d loved Ben, but the man that exited that ship was not the same Ben you’d loved. And he might not ever be. A chill settled over your stomach while you pulled the cover tighter, like it was a barrier protecting you from reality, like you could stave off falling into a canyon of despair.

You remained there, the crushing awakening of foolishness ceding to an empty rot, eyes boring through the far flap of your tent. Outside, restless chattering bloomed as time moved forward, groups of your relieved comrades downing spirits for the first time in what seemed like millenia. Raucous peals of laughter erupted from positions near and far, a group in the distance taking to singing after a few hours of drinks had passed. You heard it all, trapped in your fetal position, cursing yourself for your ignorance.

At least you had the manners not to invite anyone to your pity party.

Daylight dimmed, and your legs grew restless, your chest bubbling with anxiety. You sighed, rolling out of your bed, dragging your fingers over your face. It felt swollen, tight, your cheeks sticky with the remnants of your tears. As much as you wanted it, to remain like a statue in the tent, an observer to the victory of the Resistance, would be impossible. You’d fought for this, too--to hide out of, what, embarrassment? Shame? It didn’t seem right. At some point, you would have to face him. Might as well get it over with now.

It was likely Ben had been taken to the medic tent, but you couldn’t imagine where he’d gone after that, if he had been all right. Maybe he’d gone to stay with his mother. Quelling the tremor in your lungs with a deep breath, you trudged out into the camp, wandering along to Leia Organa’s tent. Gaggles of Resistance members cheered with raised spirits when you passed, but your brain was numb to their joy, still shackled to the memory of Ben Solo. Freedom hadn’t been awarded to you, yet.

Celebration on base had reached a loud, rolling plateau, and as you moved deeper into base, you spotted unfamiliar ships littered across the landscape, the doors open, the lights on. News was spreading, apparently, and everyone was invited to the party. Another claw of anxiety tugged at your heart--perhaps Leia and Ben would be too flocked with visitors to entertain you. Perhaps you’d arrive and appear even more foolish than you’d felt when you’d seen him walk off the ship. Perhaps there were dozens of people he’d wanted to see, names foreign and unknown to you, and perhaps you should’ve just stayed in your tent like you’d had the inclination to do instead of getting up and walking through this fucking crowd to get to another fucking crowd and--

Leia’s tent was marked by two lanterns outside the entrance--but not a soul in sight outside its boundaries. In fact, it looked as if there’d been a deliberate effort to leave a radius of empty space around her encampment, like an invisible barricade of solitude had been erected. In the cacophony, Leia Organa’s space was unblemished refuge, an oasis of peace that you desperately craved. Yet it stalled you--to break this unofficial blessing seemed wrong. You didn’t want to be the weird girl hanging outside the General’s tent. But the crystal was heavy around your neck. Weirdness be damned.

You crept through the encroaching shadows, hoping to avoid curious eyes while you drew closer to the entrance flap. Before you could push it open, your ears caught the rumbled hush of speech, and your pulse quickened. It was wrong to eavesdrop. And yet…

“It will take time. You knew that when you stepped off that ship.”

That was Leia’s voice--soft, warm. A long pause hung in the air.

“I don’t know why I did. They’re right to hate me.” The next words were pushed between teeth. “I am a monster.”

Your stomach constricted, a punch to your gut. Ben. Hearing him speak had you doubled over, sweat staining your neck, muscles locked in shock. Now, even if you’d wanted to move, you couldn’t.

“I know my son,” Leia said. “And he is no monster.”

“Your son murdered his own father.”

“I know.”

“Your husband.”

“I know.”

“Then how can you…” A hitch of breath, a crackle of noise, like a cry caught in his throat. “How can I…”

Rustling inside the tent, the sound of stifled sobs. Shushing. “This won’t be easy, Ben. It won’t. But you’ve made it this far.” More rustling. “And you’re not alone.”

A snort of dismissal. “Aren’t I?”

“You’re not,” Leia said. “And I won’t let you think you are. You have me. Rey.” She didn’t say your name. Your heart thumped. “The first steps of any journey are the most difficult.”

There was a long, resigned sigh. A stuttered breath. Another pause.  “Yes,” Ben croaked. “You’re right.” He sniffed, clearing his throat. “You’re right.”

“Aren’t I always?” said Leia. “Now come on. I haven’t seen you eat a thing.”

Shuffling inside the tent, and you choked on your own spit as your insides flipped. Leia hadn’t mentioned you. Maybe she already knew he didn’t remember you. Relief and horror flooded you at once, your fingers twisting around your necklace. More than anything, you wanted to rush into the tent, throw your arms around him, show him he truly wasn’t alone--but instead you stood there, a shell, paralyzed by what you’d heard.

It was true that he was not the same man you had loved. Before, when Ben had spoken, you’d felt his dread, his unease, it had gripped you with its claws. Now, even through his pain, you sensed resolve, a tide of confidence splashing in his mind.

“Do you…” It was Ben again, voice like a quiet ocean. “There was a girl. Before I left.” He sniffled again, and your lids widened. A girl. “I gave her a kyber crystal. Do you...” He sighed. Your breathing stopped, fist sheathing the crystal. “Do you know what happened to her?”

Leia spat out your name, incredulous. “Of course I know what happened to her. She’s here.”

Heat flashed through you. Your neck was drenched, for sure. You hoped against hope your armpits had been spared. Ben remembered you. He remembered.

“Here?”

“On base,” she said. “She joined the Resistance.”

You could hear the smile in her voice. Meanwhile, your throat was drier than the sands of Jakku. Given a few more minutes of this, your body might turn to sand, too--just disintegrate right there, a pile of dust at the perimeter of Leia’s tent. Silence settled for a moment.

“She’s here.” It was a statement of disbelief.

She chuckled. “Did you really think she would just forget you?”

“Mom…” Noise inside the tent again. “I…”

The tent flap opened, and you yelped, leaping back. There, light shimmering like an aura around his massive silhouette, stood Ben Solo.

Up close, he was even more beautiful. His dark, amber eyes were still wet, already full mouth swollen from weeping. He met your stare, jaw dropped. Air had been stolen from both of you, if the lack of breathing on either side was an indicator. Inside your ribs, something fluttered, and you hoped it wasn’t an oncoming heart attack--but if it was, you’d die happy. Ben’s gaze searched you, drawing over every centimeter of your figure, mapping you to the image in his memory, that, seeing him now, you’d known he’d kept. Just like you’d kept yours.

“Uhm…” Finally, you inhaled. “Hey.”

A long, slow breath spread in Ben’s chest. His eyes refused to leave yours. “Tell me where you’re staying.”

You swallowed. “What?”

He blinked, clearing his throat. “I--... No, sorry.” Looking over his shoulder, he shrugged, gesturing to you. “I’m going to--”

“Just get out of here, already!” Leia chided. You could hear the mirth in her tone.

Ben nodded, and you turned, leading him with quick strides to your own tent. He stayed on your heels, perhaps hoping that his attachment to you would serve as camouflage. It worked, mostly--between the waxing excitement in the camp, the setting of the sun, and the effort to hide your faces, only few lingering stares caught you escaping through the crowds with the former Kylo Ren.

It hadn’t mattered, the 8 years of distance, of longing, of memory. You felt Ben behind you now as if he’d never left, his presence fitting into the ache you’d dug your fingers into, wrenched open, kept gaping. In this moment of rediscovery, wordlessness filled the space between you, not out of emptiness, but out of fullness--too much, too many words; they coalesced into a fog that surrounded you, dizzied you, excited you. Ben Solo was back.

Ben Solo was back.

Lips pinched together, you peeled back the entrance to your tent, and he ducked in. Heat branded you, like he was fire, scorching you when you drew too near. Ben sat on your bed--afraid to burn, you took the chair across from him, feeling ten times tinier when you sank into the seat, shoulders curling over your torso, hands hiding between your knees. Both of you stared in silence.

His gaze was more intense than you remembered--there was an urgency within the depths of his irises, like a panther, crouched in the darkness, ready to pounce. His body was wound with that same urgency, coiled within him, even as he sat on your bed, looking entirely familiar. It was as if Ben was trapped beyond water’s surface, the death throes of Kylo Ren echoing across his skin, shattering his image with each ripple. Fingers biting your knees, you remembered to breathe.

“I didn’t know you’d be here,” he said. “You…” His lips twitched. “It’s good. To see you.”

A sniffle escaped, the tears already welling. Internally, you cursed. Shouldn’t you be a little harder to impress? “I just…” You smiled, despite yourself. “I’m so glad you’re back, Ben.”

“Yeah,” he said. “It’s…” He met your stare, glanced away. “Yeah.”

You watched his attention wander across the floor of your room, drawn to the ceiling by the hosts of doodles, notes, Resistance memorabilia you’d pinned in artistic menageries, a feeble attempt to make it feel like home. You’d never been successful in that venture. No matter how many trinkets you’d collected over the years, nothing had done the trick to make your bed feel more familiar. Ben’s eyes rested on you again.

Nothing until now, anyway.

“You came to the Resistance.” His head tilted. “When?”

“Well…” Your expression tightened. “Not long after you, uh, told me to go home and forget about you.”

Ben huffed. “You were never very good at listening to me.”

You offered him a little shrug. “Isn’t that what you liked about me, Solo?”

He peered at you, a hint of intrigue at the corners of his eyes. “It is.” A pause while he considered you. “What do you know about what I’ve--”

“Everything,” you replied quickly. You knew it all, and wanted to discuss none of it. Not now. He was here, he was within your reach. You wanted to relish this moment. “I know all of it.”

A sigh left him. “All right,” he said. “You know all of it.”

“I do.” You raised your hands in submission. “And none of it scares me.”

“None of it.”

You shook your head. “Nope.”

His brow twitched. He looked to his feet, quiet.

For years, you’d imagined his return, pictured this moment in varied shades. In your daydreams, you’d always wrapped him up in an embrace, pulled him into a deep kiss, ran your fingers through his hair, like years hadn’t elapsed between the last time you’d even linked hands. That seemed wrong, now--but you didn’t want it to be. How bold you could be in your mind. You nearly slapped yourself in frustration. Almost a decade of pretending, and you were just going to sit and watch him guess how to talk to you? No. Hell no.

“Ben,” you said, “I’ve missed you. I’ve missed you so, so much.”

He tensed, then relaxed in another long sigh. He whispered your name. “You’ve… To see you here…” A tiny smile twisted the corners of his mouth. “I’ve missed you, too.”

You smiled, wiping away more unbidden tears. Warmth glowed between you, now, cutting through like shears to the well-worn path that time had overgrown. Shifting, you inched forward in your chair.

“Are you okay?” You gestured toward him, waving your hand around. “I know they called for medics when you arrived.”

He cocked his head again, and sat up, wagging his shirt, as if to demonstrate he was free of serious injury. “I seem to be in one piece.”

You spied a hole in his shirt, and you frowned. “What’s that?”

Ben glanced at you, thoughtful. Then he dropped the shirt, and it fell against his body, framing a peep of his naked torso. “You’ve never seen a lightsaber wound before?”

“I’m sorry, what?”

“Rey stabbed me,” he said matter-of-factly, like this was what you’d expected him to blurt out. “It’s fine, though. She healed it.”

You blinked. “I’m sorry…” You shook your head. “What?”

“It still burns. It’s eating me from the inside.” A pause, Ben’s gaze leveling you with violent severity, your stomach sinking into your gut--and then he grinned. “I’m kidding.” He poked himself through the hole. “You never know what the Force is truly capable of until your own lightsaber is sticking out of your stomach.”

“Stars, Ben!” You smirked against your will, fighting the laugh that wanted to burst through. “You’re such an ass.”

He shrugged, a sly look still pulling at his face. “Really, it’s fine,” he said. “See for yourself.”

Raising a brow, you went to stand, anxiety strapping your limbs to the seat. “Oh, um, I don’t know,” you replied. “I mean, I don’t want to be rude.”

“It’s fine.” His voice was lower, harsher. “You could never be rude to me.”

Blush eked over your cheeks. “If you say so, Solo.”

You stood and crossed to him, breath shallow, and sat gingerly next to him, scanning his figure. Never had you imagined Ben could be even bigger than he’d been in your memories--yet here he was, looming over you without standing, crowding your bed and your clarity with equal effectiveness. You looked between his face and the hole in his top, and he nodded. Jaw clenched, you reached out and poked it.

Two thoughts flashed through your mind when your flesh connected. The first was surprise--he was right, the alleged wound was completely healed; there wasn’t even a scar. The second, almost immediately after, came paired with a rabid streak of desire. Holy--he’s… firm. Swallowing, you met his eyes. They were dark.

“Ben,” you breathed. “That’s… incredible.”

Your finger hadn’t left his torso. Staying linked to his stare, you shifted closer, pressing your entire hand against his abdomen, palm splaying over the wall of tight muscle, skimming it like water over rocks. When you met the hem of his top, your digits crept underneath, brushing across his skin. His stomach twitched, but his eyes remained trained on yours--breathing now optional. Electricity sparked at your fingertips, stealing your rationality, and you caressed him, tumbling into the warmth, the solid strength of his body, your blood racing, urging you to discover more. Your hand snaked up to his chest, grazing the smooth expanse of flesh, catching the hammering of his heart beneath his sternum, his hardened nipples, and back down, resting on his lean belly. He stiffened when your digits kissed the trail of hair that led lower. He was hot. Or you were hot. You couldn’t tell, anymore.

Ben’s chin quivered. “Not a scratch on me.”

“No…” You couldn’t stop staring at his fucking mouth. “Not a single one…”

Trapped in hesitation, both of your eyes locked again--and you saw it there, misty in his gaze, his ache, his desire, his agony--and you both snapped, crashing like gravity into the other.

Ben seized your face, his plush lips working over yours, forcing a groan from you when his fingers threaded through your hair. He cradled you, binding you to him, tugging your closer as his tongue slipped into your mouth, a moan following. You melted like wax in his grip, molding to him as if you’d been carved from his memory, one hand traveling along the lines of his abdomen, the other plunging into his own hair. The waves whispered like silk over your skin, and you shivered, mewling into him, your tongue swirling around his. Bolder, now, your hand skated across his frame to feel his powerful shoulders, and he tensed again, another moan leaving him.

Scraping your nails over his scalp, you eased closer, until your thighs touched, and in the motion, your palm drifted low, sweeping over the insistent, hard bulge in his pants. Ben gasped, folding over, lids wide with shock, cheeks flushed. You blinked, frozen, and he glanced at his erection, then at you. The knot in his throat bobbed.

“Ben...”

Exhaling, he nodded.

You reached down, working at his pants, monitoring the anticipation rising in his face. After a moment of rustling, it sprang free--long, thick, and heavy, just as you’d remembered. Lust flooded you, your thighs pressing together, your cunt throbbing while you stared. It had been years since you’d done this, and judging by his anxious lip-bite, it had been just as long for Ben, too. Throat tight, you held his gaze, ghosting the tips of your digits along his shaft.

He choked, cock bobbing with yearning--his lid twitched while he observed you observing him, his hands curling in and out of fists. A shaky breath exited your lungs, and you teased him again, toying your fingers along the head, smearing drops of his pre-cum, and back down, memorizing the tiny veins. Ben’s own breath quaked, lids fluttering, and your core thrummed again. You wrapped your hand around his dick, feeling how hard, how needy he was, and stroked him.

Like molasses, he collapsed, sinking into his seat, body yielding to the pleasure pulsating through his nerves. He watched you, jaw slack, as you pumped his cock, thumb collecting pre-cum and glazing his length with it. Breath rolled through him, steady, his legs spreading, fists finally unwinding, hands resting at his sides. Ben was hot--his heat ached in your fist, his pulse jumped through your digits, the heartbeat of his cock echoing to your pussy.

You jerked him faster, squeezing his shaft, and he shuddered with a moan, hips bucking to fuck into your grip. More pre-cum leaked from his tip, coating your hand, and you worked it along his dick, earning another moan, another tremble of pleasure. His eyes fought to stay on you. You twisted your wrist, changing pace, heart leaping when his head fell back, hair tumbling onto his brow.

“Fuck,” he murmured, “fuck…”

He was throbbing hard, now, writhing, breath coming faster, sweat glistening on his cheeks. Despite how badly you wanted to fuck him, you just as badly wanted to watch him cum, wanted to see him cover himself with his seed, wanted to watch him lose himself in the ecstasy only you could provide him.

Your name spilled from his mouth in a gasp, and he spasmed, snatching your wrist. His cock twitched in fury, ripped like thread from its release, and he sucked in a deep breath, pushing up on his palms and pulling you into another kiss. Humming in delight, you kissed him back, returning your hands to his hair--but he pulled them away, pinning them to your sides, growling as he dragged his teeth along your jaw.

Ben then busied himself with your clothes, nibbling lower, to your neck, while he peeled your jacket from your shoulders and tore your shirt toward your head. His touch was a match, embers exploding over your skin, stoking your appetite to strip for him. You wriggled free of your top, and Ben went to kiss you again, pausing when he saw the pendant around your neck, exposed now. Wonder glittered in his gaze, large fingers tilting it in fascination.

“You still have this.” He studied it, appraising each facet.

You nodded. “It’s never left my neck.”

He said nothing, rotating it between his thumb and forefinger. His level of focus brought fresh blood to your cheeks; you thought to move, but didn’t, suspended under his scrutiny. Longing, need, fervor, all paused as Ben wrestled with the concept of your devotion.

“I…” His stare fell, over your breasts, to your stomach, raking over your legs, and back up, greed growling behind his pupils. “I want you.”

You grinned. “You have me.” Your hand covered his as it fiddled with your crystal. “I... I want to keep this on.”

“Of course you do,” he replied, smirking. “No reason to break your streak, now.”

Giggling, you kissed him again--his hands slid behind your back, fussing with your bra before tossing it aside. He pawed at your exposed breasts, kneading the soft flesh, mouth falling to suckle at your throat. When you whimpered in pleasure, he groaned, easing you onto your back, thumbs flicking at your nipples before smoothing over your stomach and grappling with your bottoms. His hair tickled your jaw while he nipped at your neck, and you wrestled with his top, hands gliding over the strong planes of his back as you yanked it toward you. Ben grumbled, reluctant to release you, but seemed to agree that his clothing was impeding your mutual goal. His shirt came free, tossed aside, followed by your shoes and panties. The vulnerability made you squirm--not just yours, but his, too.

Ben’s body was even more perfect than you’d pictured when you’d traced it with your fingers. Every part of him was weaponized, down to the bits of exposed thigh you caught from his half-shucked pants. You swallowed, realizing the extent, the breadth of his power--how easily he could crush you, how effortlessly he’d done it to others--the vestiges of Kylo Ren evident in the taut landscape of his torso, the veins in his forearms, the cobwebs of white scars on his flesh.

But in his eyes, you saw only Ben Solo, a man possessed by your naked figure flushed with passion for him. Your pussy clenched--you became aware of how wet you were, and your face burned.

Silent, he guided a large hand up the side of your hip, his tender touch earning another throb of your cunt. Digits sketched around your nipples before he squeezed your tits again, reveling in your gratified response.

“You like that,” he murmured.

Nodding, your thighs ground together, the longing between your legs becoming too furious to silence. Ben smirked. Without a word, five fingers skimmed over your belly, brushing over your mound, and you cracked, moaning. In response, his dick pulsed, almost hitting his stomach with its demand. As if to invite him, you spread your legs, allowing him a full view of your wet, swollen pussy--and Ben’s breath hitched, hand gripping his length and jerking it slowly.

Being so close to him again was simultaneously familiar and bizarre, like you were getting intimate with a stranger who just happened to know all the quirks and triggers of your body, like a person you’d known only from your dreams had rolled into your bed, ready to enact your fantasies. But Ben Solo was not only real, he wasn’t a stranger. He was yours.

“Ben,” you breathed. “Please…”

Shushing you, he lowered himself on top of you, skin swathing skin, warmth encompassing you, and he guided his cock between your folds, slicking it on your juices before positioning himself at your core. You circled your arms around him, holding back tears when he pushed in, breaking you open with slow, gentle thrusts, his face falling into the crook of your neck, air sucking through his teeth. Muscles from your toes to your head vibrated with ecstasy, nerves singing with joy.

Ben groaned into you when he slipped fully into you, then pulling back out, relishing the drag of your walls on his throbbing length. Grunting, he wrapped you in an embrace, tugging you against him while he slid in again, a choked moan of disbelief caught in his throat. He kissed your neck once, then twice, hips pumping out and in, his pace powerful and gradual, as if he couldn’t help basking in the tight heat of your cunt. Tremors still quaked in your bones, and you wrapped your legs around him, needing him nearer, your lids closing, allowing the tears to slide down your hot cheeks.

He whispered your name in your ear, kissing your throat again, plunging steadily into you. “You feel so good,” he said, “so wet for me…”

If he was intent on liquifying you, it was working. Your limbs were gelatin, without motion, no purpose except to stay curled around this man. Ben’s cock fucked you open, sank deep into your pussy, his tempo quickening. You sniffled, nuzzling against him, content to stay like this forever, maybe die like this, if need be--you couldn’t ever remember feeling this whole, this safe. And as you thought it, another sniffle. But not from you. From Ben.

Whimpering, he rammed into you, speed erratic, like he was trying to drive his entire body into yours, pulling you into his chest, the kyber crystal cutting into your sternum. Your nails rasped across his back, clinging to him when he slid out. Another frantic thrust, and you squeaked, cunt clamping down on his dick, more tears spilling. He echoed you, silencing a sob in your neck, shuddering as he fucked you harder, faster.

“I’m sorry,” he groaned, “I’m so sorry…”

You hushed him, hands diving into his hair, fruitlessly trying to turn his face toward you. He was unyielding, wound around you like wire.

“I’m sorry I left,” he said, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry for all of it--”

“Ben, it’s okay--”

“It’s not!” He gasped, catching his breath, littering your throat and cheek with kisses. “I don’t deserve you, I don’t deserve this--”

You squealed when he speared a spot deep inside you. “I forgive you,” you said, “it’s okay--”

“Stop saying that…” he mumbled. “You don’t--you don’t understand…”

“Shh…”

He had slowed by this point, long, languid thrusts pushing into you. “You don’t understand what I want,” he whispered. “I’m a monster.”

Your heart skipped. “You can tell me, Ben…”

Ben hid his nose in the crook of your neck, face wet, breath like smoke. He hadn’t stopped fucking you through his cries, only clutched you tighter, keeping you real in his hands.

“I want...” He sniffled. And then, into your ear, barely escaping his throat: “Let me choke you.”

It was so abrupt, you laughed. “What?” you said, more as a statement than a question. “Is that all?”

He trembled in your arms. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

You rolled your eyes, kissing his temple. “I know that, Ben,” you said. “I know you would never hurt me.”  

He paused, seated inside of you, and pried himself from your shoulder, examining you in doubt. His chin still quivered.

“I mean it,” you said, pushing a lock of hair from his forehead. “I want all of you. Then, and now.” You kissed his nose. “I know Ben Solo. He is not a monster.”

The doubt fell from his face, followed by the anguish, the shame--and filtering in its place was pure, voracious hunger.

“You mean it.”

“I do,” you said. “I want it.”

He pushed up on his palms, hovering over you like a predator. Heart thrashing, you bit your lip, resisting the urge to clench around him. Before his fall, Ben had been passionate, desperate, even rough--but never like this. Never feral. Never animalistic. Never…  

Leaning forward, he brushed his mouth over your ear.

“We’ll see how you feel when I’m done with you, princess.”

Never so hot.

Fire flooded your veins, and you whined, the noise cut by his hand pressing down on your throat, squeezing with enough pressure to make you gasp. He smirked, rocking his hips to remind you of the thick length still inside you.

“I’m going to make you cum hard on this cock,” he purred. “Is that what you want?”

You nodded, grasping at his wrist.

“Good…”

Ben growled, and slammed into you, forcing a wail from your lungs, silenced by the grip on your neck. He rammed you with his dick again, and again, jolting your bones, until he was pounding you, hips smacking into yours, a snarl of pleasure escaping him.

“You feel incredible,” he said. “There hasn’t been a day where I haven’t thought about fucking your little pussy…” He moved faster, throwing his head back in bliss. “Fuck, I’ve dreamed about cumming inside you…”

“Ben,” you wheezed, overwhelmed with lust. “Ben, please…”

He returned to your ear, nipping it. “You need to cum, princess?”

A deluge of lust, now, drenching you, drowning you. “Yes,” you squeaked out, “yes, please!”

Both hands crushed your throat, Ben’s eyes wild, his hair mussed, and he kept his pace, pumping deep into your slick, hot cunt with ease. His digits twitched--there it was, whirling around your clit, the Force, how you’d missed it--and you were flying, euphoria engulfing you, so fucking close, limbs jerking with pleasure, ready to cinch around his cock.

“Ben…” The pressure on your neck was snug. “Ben, fuck--”

“Fuck yes,” he hissed, spitting out your name, “fuck, yes--” He growled, the Force spinning like a buzzer around your nub, and you snapped, falling apart under him. “That’s right, cum--cum for me, princess…”

White rapture blinded you when you came, straining against the choke, pulsing and milking his cock. Ben squeezed your throat with his climax, keening as his orgasm ravaged him, his hips stuttering, dick spilling jets of cum inside your cunt. He fucked you through it, frenzied in his release, until it slowed, the only sounds left the sloppy noise of his final thrusts.

A low, long groan left him, and he released you, toppling at your side, chasing his breath. You rolled over, staring at him, trying to catch up with your lungs, too. A sheen of sweat encased you both, sticking your skin together, grazing like raw nerves--but you cared little. Next to you was the man you’d loved for almost a decade, the man for whom you’d waited through war, the man who had held your heart and kept it safe, even in the depths of his darkness.

“I love you, Ben,” you said, cupping his cheek. “All of you.”

Ben stared at the ceiling of your tent, chest still heaving. He said nothing, then glanced at your kyber crystal, fogged with sex. “I know.”

You chuckled, snuggling closer to him, and he wrapped an arm around you, pressing you flush against his frame. Lethargy hung on your lids, and you struggled to stay conscious, the murky noises of the Resistance’s victory celebration leaking into your tent. Seconds lingered into minutes, his eyes still fixed on the crystal, memorizing its reflections of your flesh. A wriggle of his fingers, and it rose from your neck, twisting in the air.

He laid there with your head nestled into his shoulder, twirling it with the Force. Back and forth, back and forth, a twinkling lullaby. Back and forth, back and forth, until, finally, you fell asleep.

[galacticcannibalism]

Chapters: 5/? Fandom: Star Wars, Star Wars Sequel Trilogy Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Kylo Ren/Reader Characters: Kylo Ren, Armitage Hux, Original Female Characters, Original Male Character(s) Additional Tags: Eventual kylo renxreader, Swearing, Nudity, do not copy without permission Summary:

You go aboard to make your engagement to General Armitage Hux official. But things don’t go as planned.

Chapter 5 is G2G!!! Go read it

[simkaswriting]

Arrangement- an update

For those of you waiting for the last two parts of Arrangement(Kylo RenxReader) I apologise for the long wait, I would blame it on writers block however that isn’t the case, because I know exactly what I want to write though I can’t seem to find the right words to use. I promise I will finish the mini-series, but I figured I owed a few people an explanation as to why it’s been so long since I’ve updated that story, but all I can say is that 1) the story will hopefully be all written and posted by summer and 2) thank you for sticking with me through this shitty block my brain seems to be having:)

[lorescarlet]

By Chances (Kylo RenXReader)

You eat lunch alone in the courtyard of First Order High like you do every day.

But out of the corner of your eye you see a mess of black hair over pale skin. You turn away from your lunch and see the boy walk over to a brick wall and punch it, hard. His fist comes back bleeding, and dripping red on the ground.

He turns to you and cocks his head to the side. You've never seen him before.

He's wearing black jeans with a black v-neck shirt under a leather jacket.

You're wearing leggings and a t-shirt, but you feel underdressed, like you should be wearing something stunning in front of a guy so...so...gorgeous.

"Ren!" A ginger haired boy says and runs over to the boy, slapping him on the back. "C'mon let's go."

"Alright," Ren mumbles, while staring at you. He turns away from you and walks away with the ginger haired boy.

***

That night you go to the rock venue that you often attend, where local bands play. That's when you see him show up on stage. He has a guitar slung across his body and he's in front of the mic.

When he sings it's like electric static running through your body. The bassbeat of the bassist, who you recognize as the ginger haired boy feels like a heartbeat. On drums is a girl with short blonde hair.

As Ren sings he locks eyes with you. The lyrics are a love song and it feels like he's singing them right to you.

You can't help but stare back at him, your body electric and your heartbeat bouncing.

When the song is over, he doesn't even put away his guitar, he runs right to you and he takes your cheek in his hand and kisses you hard. You feel his warm and soft mouth against yours and kiss him back.

When he pulls back he sheepishly grins. "Hey, I'm Kylo Ren."

Author’s Note: I know it’s not great but it’s my first fanfiction, please be nice!

[angelsdevils]

Ren x Reader

Title: Guess Who Fluff No Warning

You had your headphones in as you were doing homework. You had always kept to yourself due to your personality of being shy and quiet. You tried to keep your head down so you didn’t cause much attention but it was hard to do when your grades were right underneath Asano Gakushuu. So people had started to admire you, and coo at how adorable you were including the Big Five, well everyone but Asano.

Today was no different, you found an isolated spot in the library so no one could find you. You were listening to (F/S), while doing math homework. So when someone covered your eyes, you stiffened and removed your headphones. That’s when you heard a familiar laugh fill your ears, which made you blush a dark shade of red.

“Guess who...” You went to remove his hands from your eyes but Ren leaned close to your ear.

“Guess first gorgeous...”

“R-Ren please. I am trying to do my homework.” You said , and Ren removed his hands from your eyes. He proceeded to place a kiss on your cheek which only made your blush darken.

“You are so cute, are you sure you are single?” Ren said and you buried your face into your math book, but Ren turned your face to him.

“I-I am pretty sure...”

“Then let me have your relationship status.” Ren smirked and close to your face.

“Ren!” You almost fell out of your chair, but Ren grabbed your waist pulling you into his chest. Your head laid against his chest and his head was on top of yours.

“Are you okay?” He asked and you nodded your head

“Yes, t-thank you for catching me.” You said and Ren kissed your forehead.

“Anything for my future princess and girlfriend.”

:What do you mean your future princess and girlfriend?” You asked and Ren only grinned at your confused face. He stroked your hair behind your ear and brushed his lips against yours.

“I like you (Y/N), I want you to be my girlfriend.”

“Why me?” You asked skeptical and Ren pulled you into his lap and pecked your cheek.

“Lets see, you are beautiful, smart, sweet, you are just perfect. No, that’s not me just being a flirt. My feelings are genuine.” Ren said which made you hide your face in his chest, he tilted your head back up and held your chin still. He then leaned down and captured your lips ina sweet yet passionate kiss. Your eyes had widened in shock and you gripped his school uniform shirt tightly. He nibbled on your bottom lip, so he could gain access to your mouth, which you granted.

You let a small gasp out and he began to dominate your mouth with his tongue, exploring the foreign territory. Ren became intoxicated by the kiss, and you began to shake against him so he gently gripped your hands, lacing your fingers as you both continued to make out. You tried to part away but Ren only pressed your back against the table since you were on his lap trapping you.

The way his tongue worked made you let a small moan escape your lips. You tried to push him away before any more embarrassing sounds escaped but he refused. You turned your head trying to break the kiss but that only made him attack your neck.

“R-Ren, please we are in.. ahh...ahhh public. People are staring...” You tried to reason but his hands began to roam your body.

“Let them watch, so they know who you belong to... Go out with me (Y/N)... be my girlfriend.”

“O-Okay, but please stop this is embarrassing. We are in public and can get into a lot of trouble.” You said and Ren wrapped an arm around your waist and laid his head on his shoulder.

“We should go somewhere private then, so we can continue.” He said placing a kiss to your neck again and you clung to him trying to hide your red face.

“I have homework...” You said and Ren captured your lips again smiling as he pulled you into his lap.

“Alright let’s work on it together.” Ren stated which caused you to blush and nod your head. You oth began to start your homework which distracted you even more. He would occasionally nibble on your earlobe, and his free hand would trail up your skirt. You would push his hand away but he was more persistent.

“Ren, stop.” You said finishing the last questions and Ren nuzzled your neck.

“But (Y/N)...”

“Ren...”

“Okay I will stop for now princess... maybe...” He said settling to wrap his arms around your waist. You hid your face in his chest and he would whisper sweet, perverted and random things in your ear.

“I see, you finally have her, and distract her from her studies.” You looked up to see the rest of the Big Five.

“Oh, Asano... she finished her homework, so no distractions here.’ Ren said with a grin as he nuzzled your hair and you tried to escape his hold with your face turning a bright red.

“If that’s the case, go home. You are distracting everyone else...” Asano said rolling his eyes, and you took this chance to escape the embarrassment. Ren frowned when you got up and packed your bags to leave. When you finished, you bowed to Asano and rushed out of the library, Ren running after you.

“Hey, what’s the rush?” Ren said wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you close.

“That was too much attention for me.” you admitted and he took your hand in his.

“You will get use to it, just stay by my side (Y/N).” Ren kissed your cheek and you smiled shyly looking up at him.

“Okay, you won’t give me much choice anyway.” He smiled leaning down and capturing your lips in a passionate yet gentle kiss. You blushed but gripped his shirt pulling him closer to you.

“You are so cute.” He said as you both continued to walk to your home. When you both arrived, you unlocked the door and invited him in.

“Mts are on a business trip so you can come in.” You stated and he walked in, you both made your way to your bedroom before kicking your shoes off. Ren did the same before wrapping his arms around your waist from behind and laid his head on top of your shoulder.

“We are in your room alone, I can think of so many things we can do... we can be innocent or get as naughty as we want.” He whispered in your ear making your face row extremely hot, he chuckled since he could feel the heat radiating off of your face. He began to kiss your neck softly making you shiver and lean against him.

“R-Ren...”

“I was joking (Y/N), I know you aren’t ready. Let’s watch a movie...” Ren said grabbing your remote and pulling you on top of the bed. You laid your head on his chest as you let him choose the movie, once he found one he wrapped both of his arms around you. His free hand began stroking your hair, and you felt warmth surround you.

“I love you Ren...”

“I love you too.”

© [@angelsdevils] all rights reserved. none of my posts or stories should be modified, reposted etc. I do not own the character, but I own the plots to these stories.

[thehuggamugcafe]

The Charlatan: First Day I

OOC: Good morning, my dear customers. I’ve been on quite the roll lately, haven’t I? I hope this trend continues.

This is something to tide you marvellous people over until I get around to posting something related to the Halloween requests.

Well, that’s enough rambling from yours truly. Let us start the game, shall we? ☕

Part 4 of Transfer Student is here. https://thehuggamugcafe.tumblr.com/post/179520794687/the-charlatan-transfer-student-iv

A sigh was breathed past the lips of Ms. Kawakami as she walked on the courtyard’s walkway, the soles of her white kitten shoes clicking as she stopped at a familiar voice addressing her. She glanced up at a tall man with unkempt brown hair, thick brows pinching the slant of his brown eyes as he frowned in clear disapproval. He sighed as he raised a thick, masculine hand, fingers tussling his hair.

Suguru Kamoshida, the PE teacher and volleyball coach. He was also an former Olympic medalist, and if his dedication (for lack of a better word) to the volleyball team was anything to go by, he certainly had talent in athletics.

“What a troublesome situation.”

The brunette Japanese Language teacher sighed as she rested a hand on her hip.

“I can’t believe they pushed someone with a record on me. A male teacher would be better suited for this...”

Although... She couldn’t help but silently admit that she wasn’t sure who she was complaining about the transfer student to: Kamoshida or herself.

She shook her head, dismissing the thought. It wasn’t something she should fret over for now. She had enough on her plate to deal with already...

“Why in the world was someone like that admitted here?”

Mr. Kamoshida made no attempts to hide his disapproval he felt at the situation; his face and his voice spoke volumes of his irritation.

“Who knows? It was the principal’s decision. I was told that it was for the school’s reputation.”

“I would’ve thought that my volleyball has contributed more than enough to cover that.”

“That’s certainly true.”

“Be careful, okay?”

Mr. Kamoshida flexed his lightly muscled arms as he talked.

“Then again, if anything were to happen, I’d kick out a student like that right away.”

Ms. Kawakami pursed her lips as she scratched her head, her slim, feminine digits toying with her brunette hair. As Shujin’s “golden star,” Mr. Kamoshida certainly did have a lot of strings to pull at Shujin Academy. It wouldn’t surprise her in the least if he was able to convince the faculty, the student body to give the cold shoulder to the transfer student, and all for having a criminal record.

Shujin Academy couldn’t afford to have any blotches stain its reputation for being a prestigious college-prep school, after all. Then again... It would only bolster the school’s notoriety if, say, a student with a criminal record was reformed.

As the situation was currently playing out, they would most likely outcast her without Mr. Kamoshida having to say anything at all... She couldn’t help but quietly pity the transfer student a bit, just a bit.

“I keep wishing that she’d just end up not coming to school. Still, that isn’t something I should be saying as a teacher...”

“Well, I should be returning to practice.”

Ms. Kawakami’s head bobbed up and down as she nodded.

“Oh, right. The tournament’s coming up soon, isn’t it?”

“Hehe,” Mr. Kamoshida paused to laugh, letting a hearty grin pull at his mouth, displaying pearly white teeth, “having such high expectations placed on you by others is quite a problem in itself.”

Yet you clearly love the attention it brings you.

Ms. Kawakami didn’t dare to voice the thought that just crossed her mind.

There were rumours, of course, unsubstantiated for the most part, but rumour was that Mr. Kamoshida “had a talk” with the necessary people in Shujin Academy to have the previous volleyball coach fired.

She wouldn’t put it past him to have her sacked, simply for speaking up against him or disagreeing with him in any way, shape, or form.

“We’ll have to work hard to make up for the track team too.”

“Yes... that’s true.”

She watched Mr. Kamoshida walk away, and it wasn’t until that she was sure that he was out of earshot that she muttered to herself.

“Why’d it have to be my class...?”

The atmosphere in Sojiro’s car was tense, and although you didn’t show it, you worried that saying the wrong thing might upset your caretaker somehow.

Keep your hands folded in your lap.

Don’t speak unless you’re spoken to.

Don’t speak unless your opinion is asked for.

Don’t say anything unnecessary.

The barista in question grunted in annoyance, tapping his fingers on the steering wheel as he stared---no, glared---out through the windshield. Taillights blinked red, horns honked, and several unkind words were given and exchanged.

It looked like you and Sojiro would be returning home late today...

“Traffic’s not moving at all. You’re taking the train starting tomorrow.”

You nodded silently, not daring to open your mouth.

He paused, and the stress that wrinkled his forehead softened slightly. It was barely noticeable, but for once since you met him, he spoke to you in a somewhat mild manner. You saw that he was doing his best to show that he was annoyed with the traffic jam, and not you; your first impression of him improved slightly because of it, but only slightly.

“So, how was it? The school, I mean. Think you can manage?”

You voiced a soft “mm,” nodding once. “It seems fun.”

However, he breathed a sigh at your response. He didn’t look totally convinced.

“Do you even understand your situation...?”

You blinked as your (f/c)-framed glasses glinted. Your eyes showed confusion behind the spectacles that you wore, and a shimmer of annoyance.

What’s he getting at here? I understand the situation I’m in perfectly well.

“Still, you were expelled once already. To think you’d re-enroll at a different one. It’s not like anyone will be sympathetic with you.”

The passenger seat shifted as you tried to make yourself comfortable. You breathed a silent sigh as you stared out at the busy street, pursing your lips as your caretaker continued talking.

“...If that’s what it was like at school, people might say stuff about me in the future too... What a troublesome kid I’ve taken in.”

You felt a hand curling to a fist that shook in your lap. You clenched it tighter, forcing the barely-there trembling of irritation to stop.

“...Why did you take me in?” you asked, glancing at Sojiro.

“I was asked to do it, and I... just happened to agree to it. I’ve already been paid for it too, after all.”

You said nothing, redirecting your attention back out the windshield, blankly staring at the traffic jam, at the flashing taillights.

It was probably her idea. She convinced Dad to pay Mr. Sojiro to take care of me for my probation period.

Your mind conjured the enraged visage your mother had on that evening. If you focused hard enough, you still felt a phantom pain that was surprisingly familiar, but negative. The phantom pain of being struck across the face.

The low, droning voice of a newscaster on the radio caught your attention.

“Again, a subway has derailed at Shibuya Station, greatly affecting the timetable all across the---”

Sojiro voiced a low, growling sigh of clear-cut vexation.

“Another accident...? So that’s why it’s so crowded. There’s been a lot of those lately.”

Screams filled the air, hair-raising shouts of fear and panic as citizens rushed for safety, running away from the subway platform. The loud screeching of metal was heard as the subway rolled on its side, the high speed resulting in the train colliding one compartment of the train to another. Finally, a cloud of dust hung in the underground subway tunnel, the live footage cutting to a brunette news anchor.

“That was direct footage from the accident. According to the police, the engineer’s life was not in danger despite his injuries. After questioning, even he could not explain his high speed, and no further comments have been made. Police are looking for a plausible motive. In other news....”

The female reporter’s voice droned through the TV’s speakers, and the staring contest was broken by the gruff voice of an elderly-looking man.

“It’s less of an operating accident and more of a crime of the company and the government. Site inspectors reported all of this 6 months ago. The deterioration of the tracks and ATC. Seems the railway company and the Ministry of Transport both turned a blind eye to the truth. There’s no way they can hide; this will go all the way to the top.”

“Now onto our main story. With this derailment accident, as well as other recent incidents of unknown motive, concern is spreading among the general public. Just what could be causing such a drastic change so suddenly in these people?”

“Everything’s linked. That’s what you’re thinking, correct?”

The tall, long-haired woman standing adjacent to him said nothing. Her brown, mauve red-tinted eyes stared at the TV screen, lost in thought.

“Ah well. You free? You and I haven’t gone for a drink in a while.”

A smile curled the woman’s lips as she glanced at him.

“Thank you, sir, but I have another meeting to attend. I must be going.”

She paused to bow respectfully before her boss, her dark gray heels softly hitting the carpet-covered floor of the SIU Director’s office. Soon, she was descending a winding marble staircase, her gaze falling on a young man who was dressed rather well, dressed to impress himself upon others.

A smile curled the brunet, auburn-eyed 18-year-old’s lips.

“Did you ask for me? Is it a case?”

“Not quite. I want your opinion on something.”

“Sure. Your judgment is quite often correct. Shall we discuss this over sushi, perhaps? You are making a student work late, after all.”

“Conveyor belt only.”

The brunet’s face showed disappointment.

“Aw.”

The lock of the coffee shop was undone with a soft click, and the small golden bell jingled its melodic chime as the door was opened. Sojiro’s disgruntled mood was obvious the moment you crossed Leblanc’s threshold, glancing at the middle-aged barista as his face openly showed the annoyance he felt.

“Damn, to think there’d be that much traffic... What a waste of time. I wasn’t able to open the café today.”

He paused, his gray irises staring into your (f/c)-framed gaze, pursing his lips as he breathed an all too familiar sigh.

“...Whatever. Just head upstairs. There’s something I need to give to you.”

Deciding not to question it, you nodded and made your way for the attic stairs, and Sojiro followed.

He glanced at his cellphone as a news notification blinked on his screen.

“Talk about a gruesome accident... 80 people were involved.”

He slid the cellphone back into his pocket, withdrawing a thin book from the front pocket of his two-button white blazer.

“It’s a diary. Make sure you write in it.”

The black-covered diary hit the table with a noticeable flap noise, landing near your schoolbag.

“You may be under probation, but there’s no special limitations on what you do in particular. Besides following the law, that is. However,” he paused, his forehead wrinkling as his stern stare drilled holes into you, “I’m obligated to report on you, which is why I’m having you record your daily activities.”

Be-be-beep.

You watched as Sojiro took out his cellphone again. You noted how he took the time to glance at the caller ID, and how surprisingly relaxed he sounded. He didn’t sound anything like how he spoke to anybody else, but especially you.

“Hey, what’s up? ...I’m about to leave right now. ...Uh-huh. I’ll see you soon.”

The soft smile that curled his lips fell as soon as he hung up, glancing back at you.

“Well, I’m off for the night, so do whatever you want for the rest of the night. Oh, but don’t mess up my store. If something goes missing, I’ll hand you right over to the cops. You got school tomorrow... You’d better head off to bed, all right?”

“Yes, Mr. Sakura. Good night.”

You weren’t bothered by the fact that he didn’t so much as wish you a good night before he left, no. You watched as he descended the stairs, and it wasn’t until you heard the café door opening and shutting that you moved.

Your gaze eyeballed the diary, picking it up and staring at it.

I should do as I’m told for now.

You all but collapsed into bed, the old, lumpy mattress cradling every curve of your body as you stared up at the ceiling, hands cradling the back of your head in folded palms, in interlocked fingers.

Sojiro had called just as you were getting ready for bed, asking you to flip the sign over to closed, and to lock up for the night. You did as he requested of you.

You had only written a few sentences in your probation diary.

4/10

“Today wasn’t a bad day. All in all, my experience in Tokyo has been as I expected it to be so far: busy and bustling.”

“It’s my first day of school tomorrow. I hope everything goes well.”

Let’s see... I need to take the train to school tomorrow...

You dug out your cellphone from your pocket, eyeing the screen.

Yongen-Jaya... Aoyama-Itchome... Transfer...

More news about that subway accident... It sounds like a lot of people were hurt.

I bet this’ll affect the timetables for tomorrow too...

You breathed a hum of confusion, blinking owlishly as a familiar icon blinked on your phone’s screen. It was red and black, taking the form of an eye.

That strange app from last night is back... It keeps showing up.

“It’s so creepy,” you muttered, placing an index finger on the screen.

You dragged it down as a trash can icon popped up, and it was deleted. Again.

I should probably reboot my phone, just in case...

Exhaustion slowly took its hold on you, and you had enough energy to yawn as your eyes felt heavy. You succumbed to the welcoming abyss of unconsciousness.

The first thing you smelled when you woke up the next morning was the pleasant aroma of coffee and curry. Instinctively, your mouth watered as you got dressed for school. You tugged (f/c) leggings over your thighs, and shoved your sock-covered feet into the dress shoes, tapping the heels on the floor as you straightened the front of your blazer.

I have school starting today... I hope I can get there without getting lost. I don’t want to be late on my first day. I should head out now...

The soles of your shoes clicked as you approached the stairs, grabbing your schoolbag and slinging it over your shoulder as you descended the stairs.

“Oh, so you actually are going to school?”

The surprise that laced his voice, that was across his face was as plain as day.

The bag bumped against your back as you walked, and you greeted Sojiro with a soft, “Good morning” and a small smile as you walked past him.

You didn’t want to intrude on his business, and you didn’t want to be late for your first day, however...

His stern voice stopped you when you were halfway to the café door, and you felt a chill run up and down your spine.

“Hey.”

Crap. It’s this early, and I’m already in trouble? I didn’t touch anything last night!

“You leaving so soon, and on an empty stomach?”

What?

You turned around, confused, and stared at Sojiro as he stood behind the service counter.

“Sheesh... Do country folks go out the door in the morning, hungry? At least eat breakfast first.”

...Breakfast?

Your eyes fell on the steaming plate of curry that was placed in front of an empty stool, complimented by a piping hot cup of coffee. Your mind yelled at you to get to school, but your stomach whined, pleading you to eat the food Sojiro had waiting for you.

So, you swallowed and nodded, shrugging the schoolbag off of your shoulder. You set it on the empty stool on your right, picking up the spoon and slowly, carefully stirred it.

“...Curry and coffee? For breakfast?”

You blinked owlishly up at him, (e/c) irises peering through the (f/c)-framed glasses that sat on your nose.

“...What’s that look for? Make sure to eat it before the customers come in.”

“...Thank you for the food.”

That was all you said as you picked up a helping of curry, popping it past your lips. Immediately, your eyes widened in astonishment, chewing and swallowing what was in your mouth before another helping touched your tongue.

This is... This is delicious! I can taste complex flavours hidden in the bold spiciness... How does he not have more business with food this good?

It amazed you even further when you took a sip of coffee, your (e/c) irises shining with enjoyment.

I’m not one for coffee, but this cup is making me seriously reconsider!

When the last spoonful of curry was washed down with a few sips of coffee, you allowed a smile---a real smile, a genuine smile---to curl your lips as you stared at Sojiro.

“That was delicious. Thank you,” you said, nodding as you stooped down to collect your schoolbag.

“Thanks. Hurry over to school. You’ll end up late if you get lost on the way.”

You nodded, bidding him a quick farewell, and turned on your heels, approaching Leblanc’s entrance.

“Oh, flip the sign outside to ‘open’ for me.”

You turned and nodded. It was the least you could do after he went out of his way to make you breakfast, after all.

“Yes, Mr. Sakura.”

“Be sure to do that for me, all right? Now, you better hurry on out. You’ll be late if you get lost, country girl.”

Again, you nodded, turning around and gripping the latch, tugging on it and pulling the door open. The small golden bell jingled softly as you exited, shutting the door as you left.

You flipped the sign from ‘closed’ to ‘open’, glancing around your immediate surroundings as you took in a slow, steady breath, doing your best to shake off the first day jitters.

Stay calm. Stay calm. You got this, country girl or not.

You paused to glance up at the sky, brows furrowed as you took silent notice of the dark rain clouds that were slowly gathering.

“...Did the forecast call for rain this morning? ...Well, at any rate, I should get to school.”

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Lie ren x reader?

You walked through the forest, an axe over your shoulder, dragging asled full of wood for the fire. It was deathly quiet, the crunch of grass andthe rustle of leaves providing a soundtrack to your journey.

A branch cracked and you whipped your head around. You were stillalone. Until you turned back and saw a Grimm standing metres from you. You wereno huntress and held only an axe as a weapon. You stood your ground and swung theaxe as the Grimm charged at you. Its teeth bared at you with a growl.

You stumbled onto your back, however the Grimm also fell to the groundbeside you. The eyes of the Grimm dulled as it took its last breath. You lookedup to see a dark haired young man standing in a combat pose, his green weaponsglinting in the spots of sunlight.

The moment you caught your breath, the hunter turned and walked away.You scrambled to your feet, running after him, despite the bruising that wasstarting to form “Hey wait!” you called out. The man stopped, his shoulders dropping.You caught his arm and started to thank him.

“No, there’s no need,” he shook his head.

You looked over at the bare belongings, trying to think of something tooffer. However, as you turned back, he was gone. Not even a trace.

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Star Wars OneShot - I Won’t Let That Happen

Imagine Kylo Ren trying to convince reader that he can take care of them. 

Inspired by this (x) imagine from @imagineeditsblog 

“Can you really protect me from all of this?” You yelled at the raven haired man with your bandaged arms stretched out in a look at all this stance. You had been attacked once more only this time, this attack, left more than physical scars. Kylo had been out on a mission doing god knows what leaving you behind in his crazy quest to kill the last jedi. 

“Do you really think that you can protect me from Snoke himself? What if one day, today even, he gives you an order to kill me? Will you go through with it, Ky? Will you kill me?” You held your voice strong not allowing it break, not like it wanted to. Tears, however, began to leak out of the corner of your eyes and you were mad at yourself for letting them do so. 

Kylo opened his mouth to talk, his face full of emotion, but you cut him off. “You leave this room, you leave me, on this god forsaken hunt for Skywalker. Each time you leave me to fend for myself where you know I can’t protect myself. These people, your generals, your soldiers, know that I’m sided with them, with Snoke, with The First Order. They know I’m not fighting your cause and they hold no respect for me, your other half or not, I am nothing but scum to them!”

You watched as tears formed in Kylo’s eyes. Your heart broke but the fear of him leaving one day only to come back to your body bag was far too great. You knew that the next time he left you were deader than a doornail. 

“I can’t stay here in a place where I know no one is protecting me.”

“Please.” His voice was small as he pleaded with you. “Please don’t leave.”

“I’m not safe here.”

“But you’re safe with me.”

“And when you’re not here?”

“We can work something out but please, Y/N, please,” His eyebrows scrunched as he tried to hold his tears in. Kylo’s chin wobbled and his chest heaved in silent sobs. 

“Please don’t leave me. I can protect you. I will protect you.” Kylo’s voice was strong and stern despite his raw emotion displayed on his face.  

“I can’t ever get hurt like this again. Promise me you’ll protect me.”

“I promise.”

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