#biker!kylo

[regulussxblack]

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Reylo biker au

[waywardrose]

TO BRING YOU MY LOVE

star wars | kylo ren x reader | rated e | 9.4k

fem!reader, vampire!kylo, modern au, dracula inspired, dub con, predator/prey, kidnapping with restraints, derogatory language (not from kylo), guns, violence, blood and blood drinking, minor-character death, semi-public sex, historical inaccuracies

This fic fills multiple prompts (from sweet anons and the fabulous @thorfemmes) for vamp!Kylo, from his backstory to Reader affecting him to the possibility of Reader becoming a vampire. Thank you all for requesting! I hope you're still around. In case you need a refresher, the previous parts of Me and the Devil are here, here, here, here, and here. (Why don't tags work anymore? 😩) This fic can be read as a stand-alone, though! Title from "To Bring You My Love" by PJ Harvey.

“Biker gang? Pfft!” said your boss Vic in reply to a bar patron.

The agitated patron continued, describing a group of bikers led by a dark-haired man with a scar bisecting his face.

You suppressed a shudder as you mixed a simple cocktail. That sounded too familiar.

You’d begun working at Vic’s bar a few weeks ago. It was an easy job. Vic was gruff yet kind. They’d shown you around when they learned you’d just moved to the city. They even invited you home for dinner, where you’d met their sweet wife and dopey Pomeranian.

After a moment of contemplation, Vic said, “A scar…”

With a dismissive shake of their head and a frown, they poured the patron a double.

When all the patrons were distracted, Vic took you by the shoulder and steered you into the dim storeroom.

“If I’m right, and I hope to hell I’m not, that gang sounds like the Knights of Ren.” You stiffened at the name, but Vic didn’t appear to notice. “They haven’t been around here in years, but they’re dangerous. You keep your head down, got it?”

You nodded as if you didn’t know exactly who Vic was talking about.

“Why would they be back…?” Vic asked more to themselves than you. “Fuck if it matters. We’re closing early for the rest of the week. Ain’t no one living it up while they’re here.”

In a caring tone you hadn’t heard from anyone in months, they said, “Anyone hollers at you, you ignore them. Just keep walking, yeah?”

You nodded again, though you doubted ignoring catcalls would save you.

Vic walked you back to the bar and told you to polish the clean wine glasses.

With numb hands, you carefully buffed water spots from each glass and slid them in the rack above the bar.

The next evening, Vic’s wife called. She never called, so it must’ve been important. Vic rushed out with only an offer to return to help close. You’d assured them you could handle it.

Just as Vic predicted, there hadn’t been many patrons. One of the last — a regular — expressed his disgust for the way everyone was pussyfooting around at night. He didn’t think the sun was going to stop the Knights of Ren from striking.

Oh, little did he know…

As the regular swirled the last of his bourbon, he said, “If they’re out there, no lock���ll keep them out if they want in.”

You politely agreed with a hum. No lock could keep Kylo away.

You didn’t know how you’d make it to your place if the Knights of Ren really were out there.

“Thanks for listening, kiddo,” the regular said before knocking back the rest of his drink and standing. “You watch out, though, pretty thing like you.”

He left a generous tip.

Closing went quickly after that. You clicked off the neon signs in the window, wiped down the bar and tables, mopped the floor, and pushed in the chairs. After shuttering the bar’s front, you snapped the tarnished padlock closed as quietly as possible. It clunked against the latch just as something glinted at the corner of your vision.

The hairs at the back of your neck rose. Your heart leapt into your throat.

You bolted.

You didn’t dare look back. It would’ve only slowed you down. You didn’t want to see a flash of red eyes and black hair, either. That would’ve paralyzed you. And you needed to run. You needed to run as fast as your legs could carry you—

Though you knew you couldn’t win — not against someone like Kylo.

No. No, no, no.

You couldn’t think like that. You’d gotten away before. You’d do it again. It didn’t matter how he kept finding you.

With a pause, you scanned the unremarkable street. You were far from the bar now. You propped yourself with a palm against gritty breeze block. Your thighs ached and lungs burned, all the more obvious now that you’d stopped running. You panted, throat desert-dry and mouth sticky. Tilting your head back, you tried to catch your breath.

The inky sky was as empty as the streets.

And you didn’t know where you were anymore.

You bit your lip and silently berated yourself for not paying attention as you ran. It was especially foolish considering you hadn’t been in the city for long. Unfamiliar streets looked more so in the dark. Questions dropped from your mind to settle heavy in your gut.

Where could you go now?

Your place wasn’t safe.

Who could you ask for help?

You didn’t want to put anyone in danger. No one would help a stranger at this time of night, anyway. Especially not when the Knights of Ren had been seen prowling.

Did Kylo know you were here?

He had to have sensed you. Your blood called to him. It must be the reason they were here.

A soft shuffle behind you threw you into action. You dashed down the street, away from the noise, away from the Knights of Ren. Surroundings blurred. Streetlights punctuated the dark. Your ragged breathing drowned out all other sounds.

You turned right, then left, then another right.

Before long, you had to slow. Your legs nearly gave out. You felt like you were running in circles. Everything remained unfamiliar, yet a sense of déjà vu remained. That storefront looked similar to one a few blocks back. Same with the pile of leaking garbage bags at the curb.

Or were they new?

You skidded to a stop by an unlit alley and braced yourself with hands on your knees.

You were alone. Not even a rat skittered. You slumped against the nearest building. A bead of sweat trickled above your eyebrow.

Whispering a curse, you wiped it away and inhaled lungfuls of air.

“You made this game quite easy.”

You froze. That oh-so familiar voice came from the alley.

“It’s like you want me to catch you, sweetness.”

As if made from the misty shadows themselves, Kylo’s silhouette manifested at the edge of a cone of streetlight. He leaned a shoulder on the nearby wall, insouciant.

Fear, like jagged ice, kept you immobile. The connection you had with him yanked at your breastbone. You grappled with the lure of stepping closer.

“You must be exhausted.”

You staggered away, feet nearly tripping over each other in your haste. The cracked concrete went indistinct as you turned to sprint. Arms like iron wrapped around your middle and pulled you into the alley. You stiffened, though you knew better.

A victim was supposed to go limp. It made an attacker work harder.

You squirmed between stiff and limp, kicking your feet. You drew yourself up to scream. A huge hand — warm, he’d just fed — covered your mouth.

Your muffled cries fell on a deaf city.

He tutted. “None of that.”

You couldn’t stop. There was a chance to get away. If only you could loosen his hold. You clawed at the arm around your waist. No tugging or scratching earned you freedom.

Blood-scented breath ghosted over your neck. A nose nuzzled into your hair. Soft lips brushed the shell of your ear.

Kylo breathed, “I have missed you.”

You paused at his sincerity, eyes closing.

No, you couldn’t give in.

You pulled at the hand covering your mouth. When it didn’t move, you slapped it. He let his hand drift to your shoulder, but not before his fingertips caressed your lips. You wanted to spit the feeling off.

“Did you miss me?” he asked.

You hissed, “No,” and elbowed him in the ribs. “No.”

He tutted again. “You wound me,” he said, though he hardly sounded hurt.

He tucked his firm body against yours off-center and placed a tender kiss on your neck.

A shiver rolled through you, bringing with it memories of pleasure and promises.

“Stop it! Lemme go!”

“Back to that?” He sighed. “After all we’ve been through?”

Tears pricked your eyes.

“I don’t want to hurt you, my sweet.” His hand slid to your throat, making you stretch and inhale. “Yet every time you flee.” His grip tightened and voice hardened. “Every time you seek my wrath.” He canted your chin to expose your jugular. “And every time you lock horns with me, it’s others who get hurt.”

You’d caused someone to suffer. Or maybe die this time.

“Don’t fret. It was quick,” he said. “They didn’t have time to scream.”

Vic. That was what their wife’s call must’ve been about.

You squeezed your eyes shut. A delicate tear rolled into your ear.

You’d killed them. You hadn’t meant to choose them, but you had. By keeping their company, you’d sicced Kylo on them. You knew what he was capable of. You realized it years ago. He’d killed so many.

Your gut twisted.

Your voice cracked as you asked, “Why?” You shook your head as much as you were able. “I don’t— I never wanted—” You swallowed around a dry throat. “Fuck, why?”

Why me? Why do you want me? Why do you care? Why don’t you kill me already?

Kylo’s hold loosened. His hand traveled to splay across your upper chest.

“I want to give you everything. All of me.”

His hand disappeared, and two fingers guided your chin to the side. You complied and opened your eyes.

“Anything you want. Just stay by my side.”

You studied his dark pupils rimmed in red, seeing his hunger and ruthlessness and loneliness. None of that had been apparent when he’d barged into your life.

“Just give me your heart.”

“I don’t want—”

He cut off your protest with a kiss.

You hadn’t protested at the start. It felt good to be desired by a dreadful monster like him. He’d opened himself, answered every question.

He’d told you about his mortal life. His mother Leia Skywalker had been part of the dvoryanstvo — Russian nobility. She’d run away to the United Colonies, where she’d fallen in love with some reprobate. Being a proper lady, she’d married him, bedded him, and proceeded to get with child. Leia ran home when colonial life no longer suited her. She’d had her child — a son: him — during the crossing.

Since Leia was married, and Kylo not a bastard, they were welcomed at court. The reprobate soon followed. The tsarina found the Amidala-Skywalker and now -Solo clan quite the curiosity. The tsar enjoyed Solo’s hunting skills.

Kylo said he remembered standing with his grandmother and mother to watch the gilded debutantes being presented at court. His grandmother whispered innocent gossip to him between introductions. His mother appeared to ignore them, but she listened just the same.

On a snowy evening mid-season, Armitage Hux, a distant cousin of the tsar, returned from the west. Accompanying him was a peculiar Dr. Snoke. The tsarina was captivated by Dr. Snoke as though spellbound. She favored Dr. Snoke, going so far as to appoint him court physician.

Armitage took to strutting about every dinner and ball. He was obsessed with Dr. Snoke’s scientific experiments, discussing results in esoteric terms. He collected blood from the hares, foxes, and deer during hunting excursions. At first, Kylo assumed like everyone else it was for these experiments.

Then he found Armitage in Dr. Snoke’s laboratory with bloodstained lips, a beaker of fresh blood in his hand. In a frenzy, Armitage explained that blood wasn’t only a humor. It was the source of life.

You’d stopped him to ask why he’d been visiting Dr. Snoke’s lab. Kylo replied Dr. Snoke had wanted him to read a few books from his private collection. Dr. Snoke promised more knowledge than the tutors his mother hired. Naturally, Kylo had been intrigued.

Intrigued enough not to run from the laboratory.

Armitage showed Kylo a chart of his own making on the distillation of power — “a force connecting everything” — through the blood, from feeble insect to apex predator. Armitage was certain one could accumulate this power by devouring the essence of weaker creatures.

Kylo understood the logic, yet something about how Armitage explained it troubled him. With that reasoning, the most potent essence would be from their fellow man. That sounded taboo.

When he next saw Dr. Snoke, he mentioned Armitage’s alarming hypothesis. Displeasure flashed across Dr. Snoke’s face. Kylo thought he’d made a mistake by broaching the topic. However, Dr. Snoke explained he’d been putting off that lesson until Kylo had more scientific understanding.

In his arrogance, Kylo insisted he could grasp any lesson Dr. Snoke wished to teach.

He thought privately Armitage, who everyone knew to be a bastard, wouldn’t best him. It hardly mattered how many lies his father Brendol spouted. Brendol Hux hid some misfortune for the crown and used that fact to force his family upon the rest of the court.

Dr. Snoke promised Kylo wisdom beyond anything he’d been exposed to thus far. He asked when, and Dr. Snoke offered him an apprenticeship. Dr. Snoke would be journeying west once more in the spring. Kylo could join him.

His mother forbade it. She attempted to lure him into staying by introducing him to any debutante who would indulge her. She bargained. She cajoled. She bribed. When she remained unsuccessful, she turned their whole family against him. Their objections were all they’d discuss with him.

Towards the end of March, the ice broke on the river, and the snow started to melt. He left his family home in the small hours of the night. He met Dr. Snoke and Armitage at the harbor and boarded a ship headed for France.

At every port along the way, Dr. Snoke disappeared while Kylo and Armitage dined. He asked Armitage if he knew where Dr. Snoke went, but Armitage lied when he said he didn’t. Apprehension kept Kylo from asking Dr. Snoke directly.

Kylo said he realized much later he had asked Snoke, but Snoke made him forget.

In Gothenburg, he gathered the courage to follow Dr. Snoke. He feigned a sour stomach to avoid dinner. The sun had just fallen below the horizon. Townspeople lit their outdoor lanterns. None appeared to notice Dr. Snoke trekking through the streets, which seemed improbable since the doctor was exceptionally tall and dressed in foreign garb.

Dr. Snoke turned down a side street as if he were familiar with the city. Kylo waited at the corner to observe Dr. Snoke halt at an open gate. Dr. Snoke’s demeanor went from innocent visitor to ravening fiend in the blink of an eye. His shoulders hunched. His hands became claws. His shaved head suddenly reminded Kylo of a vulture.

Dr. Snoke darted through the gate. Kylo expected to hear the scuffling of feet or a scream, but there was only silence.

Kylo ran to the gate to find no one. He turned first to where he’d come from, then down the street. Both sides were deserted. He didn’t understand. No one simply disappeared.

He took a step forward to investigate. The lifeless body of a girl hit the stones before he could take another. Her dark braids wreathed the splatter of gore. Her joints bent at wrong angles. He stumbled backwards, heel catching. Strong hands caught his shoulders and spun him.

He found himself staring into the red, hypnotic eyes of Dr. Snoke.

“I see you couldn’t stay on the ship,” said Dr. Snoke, who tilted his head like a great hunting cat.

Kylo saw his fangs for the first time.

“And now you wonder if Armitage has known all along.”

Which was true.

“He has,” Dr. Snoke said, sliding his hands to Kylo’s neck and turning down the collar of his overcoat. “So, tell me, are you in danger?”

Tears welled in Kylo’s eyes as he whispered, “I’ve always been in danger.”

“Too right.”

Dr. Snoke struck then. His sharp teeth pierced Kylo’s jugular and drank deep. Kylo felt the sinful pull in his groin. Despite that, he shoved at Dr. Snoke’s chest. It was as though he’d lost his strength. He felt like a pup taking on a bear.

He opened his mouth to protest, though no sound came.

Dr. Snoke held him tight, pressed him to the nearest brick wall, and ground between his legs. Kylo’s gorge rose, but his body didn’t have the strength to heave.

He knew he was dying. Dr. Snoke was killing him. Dr. Snoke would use him until there’d be no more. A spark of anger flared in his gut. He balled his hands into fists and struck Dr. Snoke. His furious heart hammered behind his ribs. This wasn’t supposed to be his death. He wouldn’t end here.

He croaked broken words, groaning at the effort.

Dr. Snoke withdrew with a chuckle, blood trickling down his chin.

“Such resolve! Such strength!” He grasped Kylo’s chin. “You think you have the stamina, Young Solo?”

This was what Armitage had spoken of. There was power in the blood. Dr. Snoke had discovered a way to harness it. He had kept the truth behind Armitage’s collecting blood and his own scientific experiments hidden. They’d lied to him.

Kylo snarled.

Lovingly, Dr. Snoke said, “Beautiful beast,” and smiled, bloody teeth flashing.

Dr. Snoke unsheathed his blade and slit his own wrist. Blood, dark like a desiccated rose, oozed from the cut. The scent of it familiar and ancient.

He watched his hands bring the wound to his mouth. Blood smeared over his bottom lip and poured into his mouth like scalding rain. He dissolved into unknown pleasure, torn apart as if ravaged. He was destroyed and built anew with Dr. Snoke’s blood.

He experienced everything at that moment: the metal taste on his tongue, the hint of spring in the air, the way their hearts synchronized for a second, the emptiness of his veins, the magic in the blood permeating every fiber of his being.

It happened so quickly it was dizzying. It was a taste, then a fact.

The infinite stretched out before him, all possibilities spread like the fan of playing cards on a table.

He’d told you Dr. Snoke became simply Snoke and Armitage had been satisfied as an unaging thrall. When you’d asked what happened to Snoke and Armitage, Kylo replied he didn’t know. He’d escaped Snoke’s clutches decades earlier.

He’d said how grateful he was to have found you: a comfort like he’d never known. His eyes had been so warm.

Yet his eyes weren’t warm when he’d caught you.

You pushed at him, but Kylo’s grip was unyielding. Your protests only inspired him to strengthen his hold. He gripped your jaw to open your mouth. You mewled as he teased your tongue with his own. It knocked the breath from your lungs, as it always did.

The hard length of his cock against your hip made you shiver. Maybe shudder. You wanted him, yet you shouldn’t. He was terrifying, yet putty in your hands. He was a killer, yet wanted to be your weapon.

Gentle fingers crawled under the loose hem of your shirt, brushing the skin above your waistband. His arm tensed. He was going to tear you open, claw at your tender belly.

You thrashed to get away before he could.

Kylo broke the kiss and tightened his hold on your jaw.

“Stop this, or I’ll give you a fucking you can’t walk away from.”

Your breath seized. He meant— He wouldn’t— Oh God, yes, he would. He would force his cock in your ass and drink your blood until you passed out. While he’d never done that to you, he’d done it to one of Armitage’s lackeys. He’d said it was for a transgression.

You’d gone beyond a simple transgression. You’d been running from Kylo for over two years.

“Kylo, please,” you said as your vision blurred with tears. “Please, just let me go.”

You knew he wouldn’t.

He pulled away.

You teetered from a lack of support and weakened legs. He caught your upper arm and shoved you against the wall. You braced yourself on bent arms. The bricks’ texture caught at your shirt and palms. The scent of wet stone and musty mildew invaded your nose.

He cradled your hips and asked, “Let you go…?”

His lips caressed your neck, dragging up your skin. You wanted to flinch from his touch, but he moved down until his forehead rested on your shoulder.

“How many times must we go through this? This game of cat-and-mouse?”

A hand slid up your side and rounded your ribs to cup a breast. You closed your eyes as a frisson of pleasure had your nipple tightening.

“How many people must I go through for you to see we can’t be separated?”

He squeezed your breast just this side of too harsh. You bit your lip. His other hand wended around your waist.

“How many times do I need to fuck you for that to sink in, hm? Surely by now you understand your place.”

He released your breast to tug at the button of your jeans.

Your eyes flew open as you pushed at his hand.

“Kylo, no.”

“Yes,” he hissed. “You need to accept it.”

He undid your jeans and spread the fly.

You realized you’d been a fool to think you could get away. You’d been a fool to believe he wasn’t still Snoke’s, that your love alone would change his heart.

You batted at his forearms, then gripped his wrists. He didn’t budge at your scrabbling hands. He barely reacted to them. Instead, he brushed his lips against the side of your neck.

You stiffened, anticipating the bite of fangs.

“I can’t, I can’t— Kylo, I don’t— I never wanted—”

You’d only wanted the person behind the monster.

It was a tragedy they were one and the same.

Kylo stilled, his lips a scant centimeter from your skin.

You stilled. Your words had been a mistake. Just like leaving him behind had been a mistake. And the most egregious mistake: getting involved with him in the first place.

Despite that being true, Kylo was correct about never wanting to hurt you. He never had. He could and had hurt others, but never you. He’d bitten you, drank your blood, gripped your hips hard when he took you.

But he didn’t hurt you.

In fact, he made you feel good. He made you writhe and moan with blinding, white-hot pleasure. Your mind went blank when he thrust his thick, monstrous cock into you. That might be worse than any fist or fang. Pain you could get over, but pleasure not as easily.

He whispered, “I think you need a reminder of where you belong, sweetness.”

Those words reverberated you into the past. That night had been like this one: quiet, starless, and calm. Until it wasn’t.

The world had tilted on its axis when someone threw you into an SUV while you’d been checking your mailbox after work. Terror choked off your screams before they even gagged you. Rope looped around your wrists and ankles tight enough to bruise.

A long-fingered hand seized your chin and made you meet blue eyes as the vehicle started moving. The man would’ve been handsome with his angular face and long ginger hair if not for the contemptuous sneer marring his full lips. His gray suit was Savile Row crisp, and his black Chelsea boots gleamed in the overhead light.

“Ren’s precious little blood-whore,” he spat and threw your head to the side, where it bounced against the back of the bench seat.

“You sure about this?” the driver asked.

“He will capitulate for this one. Snoke foresaw it.”

At the name “Snoke,” you wiggled away until your back hit the door. Your kidnapper appeared bored and pulled a pistol from his jacket. He braced his arm between the seat and his chest to aim at your face.

You looked from the steady pistol to his face and back again.

“Listen well, you stupid slut,” he said. “You are in no position to escape. You chose this the moment you let that fool into your life.”

You wanted to protest that you hadn’t let Kylo into your life. He’d slithered in on his own.

A tiny voice replied, And you let him stay.

You had. You’d done nothing to stop him, even after it was apparent what a monster Kylo could be.

You’d curled into the corner to stare out the SUV’s tinted windows. They’d tied the knots at the back of your hands, so you couldn’t reach them. You certainly wouldn’t dare bring them to your mouth to work them open with your teeth.

When the SUV stopped, they manhandled you through an abandoned convenience store. In the stockroom, a bald man sat at a bare card table. Scars like melted wax trailed down one side of his face. He wore a gold smoking jacket, loose slacks, and velvet loafers. You nearly laughed. He looked like a Hugh Hefner cosplayer. The only thing missing was a white captain’s hat.

A hand on your shoulder forced you to sit in the folding chair across from him. When you met the bald man’s eyes, any witty remark died in your mouth. His gaze was too intense, too stern, too disapproving — and too ancient.

This was Snoke.

The gag fell from your face.

“You saw Kylo Ren yesternight, did you not?” he asked mildly.

His voice rumbled like strange thunder. He breathed in as if he could taste you on the air, like a snake senses prey.

Despite your mouth being freed, you could only bob your head.

“Yes, of course. Quite understandable now why it’s so difficult for him.” Snoke’s expression turned forgiving as he leaned over his crossed legs. “You are quite the delectable temptation.”

Your gut twisted and toes curled in your shoes at the compliment. You didn’t want to be a temptation for Snoke, nor did you want him sampling any part of you.

Crashing chaos erupted from the storefront. People screamed. Cracked steel and shattered glass exploded through the open door.

You launched yourself to the cold concrete floor, bringing your bound wrists to your mouth. The metallic pop-pop-pop of gunfire snapped overhead. You bit at the first knot and pulled. Hot bullet casings clanked nearby. The knot gave way to the next. You wrenched the next one loose, then shook your hands until the rope slipped from your wrists.

A tide of black vapor surged into the storeroom. It blinded you, but it didn’t stop you from groping for your restrained ankles. The rope there made no sense. You couldn’t find the knots.

Come on! you yelled at yourself, finding the knots. Come on!

You twisted and gritted your teeth and almost cried when you couldn’t undo them.

Light returned to the room as the vapor converged into a figure with broad shoulders and long legs. Unmistakably Kylo. It was the first time you’d remembered seeing him do something like that.

However, you couldn’t focus on him. He was fine. On the other hand, you had to free yourself and escape.

Black boots planted themselves on the floor, spread hip-width apart. Yards beyond them lay the lifeless body of your kidnapper, his head rotated at an unnatural angle. That lovely ginger hair veiled his closed eyes.

You pulled your gaze away to untie the knots.

“Ah, Kylo Ren,” Snoke said warmly. “Thank you for honoring my summons for once.”

Kylo replied with a tight, “Master.”

As quietly as you could, you pulled the knots loose and unwrapped your ankles. Snoke and Kylo had to have known you were still alive, but you didn’t want Snoke directing his attention to you. Nor did you want to distract Kylo.

Snoke’s voice sounded as though he had multiple voice boxes when he ordered, “Come. Kneel.”

Kylo staggered to Snoke and dropped to his knees.

Your mouth went dry. Your heart beat double-time. You were about to witness Kylo’s death. Snoke would take his head and drain you dry. Or worse: make Kylo kill you.

You couldn’t let either of them do that. You wouldn’t allow Snoke to torture him like that. Not like this. Not ever.

Even if it meant not being with Kylo again.

You eased to your knees and crept around your chair. Kylo’s back was to you, but Snoke faced the door. There was no way to leave without Snoke seeing.

“Where are you going, myshonok?” Snoke asked.

You went rigid, one knee hovering above the floor.

“Join me at the table.”

If you sat, what horrors would you witness? What would he make you do? How angry was he?

“Sit.”

“No,” Kylo ordered. “Ru—”

Snoke silenced him with a blow.

Kylo’s head jerked back, blood arcing from his face.

You gasped, already on your knees.

“I said,” Snoke repeated. “Sit.”

You were in the chair before you made the decision to stand. Your brain filled in the gaps: you stood, took the necessary steps to come around the chair, and sat.

“Stay. Be quiet.”

You glanced at Kylo. Blood bisected his cheek and tracked to his forehead. You waited for the cut to heal, but it didn’t. It just bled.

That didn’t make sense.

“Kylo Ren, I’ll give you a choice — like I do in all things,” Snoke said lightly, as if he hadn’t just wounded his progeny. “You can erase your presence from her mind, you can kill her, or you can turn her.”

“No, Master, don’t—”

“You’ve forced my hand in this matter. She knows too much.”

Kylo was quiet for a moment, then:

“If I take her memory, you’ll leave her in peace.”

“Her, yes.”

You mentally screamed for him to refuse. Snoke agreed to you being left alone, but not Kylo. You couldn’t allow Snoke to take him from you.

You willed through Snoke’s hold to say, “Turn me, Kylo, change me. Just don’t go, don’t let him—”

Snoke said, “You belong to him. It’s not your decision.”

The hell it wasn’t.

You wanted to race for the street, get away from them both, yet your feet wouldn’t obey. You gripped the seat of your chair hard enough your fingers went numb.

To Kylo, he said, “Do it.”

You shook your head as Kylo shuffled closer.

Please don’t do this. Please snap out of it. Please, please, please…

A single metallic pop rang through the storeroom. Kylo cried out, gripping his shoulder, and toppled against the table. Another pop. Snoke’s expression went from smug to shocked. Blood burst from his chest.

Snoke’s hold disappeared.

Kylo yelled, “Go! Run!”

You threw yourself out of the chair and sprinted through the store. Broken bodies, warped metal shelves, and shards of glass littered the floor. You sidestepped and leapt over each obstacle, not allowing your gaze to linger on any of it.

“Kylo!” Snoke bellowed and continued in a language you didn’t understand.

You couldn’t leave Kylo back there, though, bleeding and at the mercy of his maker.

Kylo yelled for you to go again.

You ran out of the convenience store and never looked back.

And you never stopped running.

Because nowhere was safe — not with Snoke out there and Kylo potentially under his control.

Kylo now sucked harshly at your neck, claiming you. Your thighs trembled as a big hand snaked inside your underwear to caress your belly. You couldn’t help but arch into his touch.

“Spread those legs for me.” He gripped the curve of your belly, fingers teasing your pubic hair. “I’ll remind you of your place.”

He cupped your mound. Two fingers dipped into your slit. It was mortifying to feel yourself slick.

He chuckled low in his chest.

“You’re going to moan for me.”

You shook your head and hid your face. You didn’t want him to see how you bit your lip to stifle your voice.

He pushed two thick fingers inside your cunt, filling and stretching. You gasped. It had been too long. He murmured soothing words against your neck while he massaged you from the inside. His palm pressed against your clit.

You tried not to move, to quiver, to make a sound. You told yourself it shouldn’t feel so good. You should push him away and run.

His other hand slid up your torso to cup one of your breasts. This time, he was gentle. The fingers inside you pumped slowly while he massaged your breast and teased the nipple. You were caressed, from the full lips nuzzling at your neck to the patient hand between your legs.

Kylo knew your body too well, and you hadn’t experienced his touch in so long. It haunted your lonely hours. Your own touch hardly compared.

“You’ll whimper my name and ask for more.”

He scissored his fingers to stretch your needy cunt.

You nearly asked him for more right there, but he continued:

“And you’ll come on my cock when I give it to you, won’t you?”

You jerked in his hold. He answered by pushing forward to grind the mound of his erection against your ass. He dragged the tips of his fangs over your skin, nipped at the sore spot he’d already sucked there, before placing the softest kiss.

“Exactly like you always do, my sweet.”

He pulled his hand from between your legs.

You opened your mouth to protest. He moved quicker than any human to turn your head, fingers wet with your juices, and silenced you with a kiss. His tongue swiped across yours, warm and exhilarating. You returned the kiss and tunneled your fingers into his thick hair, brushing the subtle point of his ear. He plunged his hand into the front of your underwear again.

Unerringly, he found your clit and swirled hypnotic circles around it. Your pussy became wetter by the second, easing the glide of his fingers.

Against your parted lips, he said, “That’s how it’ll always be.”

But you weren’t Kylo’s blood-whore. Your kidnapper had been wrong. They all were wrong about you.

Kylo kissed you, claiming and deep and wrong and so filthy, you couldn’t mute a moan. He found a rhythm on your clit that made your cunt flutter and breath catch. You fisted his hair as you panted between sharp kisses.

You wanted to cover yourself and hide when his lips curled in a knowing grin.

You tore your mouth from his.

“Stop,” you said, though it didn’t sound convincing even to your own ears.

He ignored you, his clever fingers sending sparks of pleasure down your spine.

“I don’t… I can’t—” You clenched your jaw as your thighs quaked and muscles tensed. You were so close, orgasm building. “Kylo, I— I’m…”

He slipped his hand from your underwear, leaving you desperate for relief. Your cunt weakly pulsed as your orgasm died. You panted and let your forehead fall against the damp wall. Your combined shadows stained the concrete.

Kylo held your heaving ribs. He trailed delicate kisses along your nape. It was at once a connection and a reminder he could tear your spine out.

Wet fingers traced your bottom lip. You smelled the tang of your own arousal and clenched your teeth.

Kylo nosed at your ear to whisper, “I want to taste you on your tongue.”

You’d done that for him countless times. It drove him mad. He’d suck your flavor off your tongue while moaning and grinding his hips. He’d hold you tight while growling praises in your ear and working his big cock deep inside.

You shook your head and squeezed your eyes closed, despite knowing you’d ultimately lose this war. The only thing you could do was oppose his every pleasure in this last battle.

“Why are you still fighting me, sweetness?” he asked.

Your breath went uneven and your chest trembled.

You didn’t want to say it, didn’t want to tell him, didn’t want to fight him—

But Snoke.

Snoke was out there. He’d force Kylo to ruin what you two had.

The thought made tears flood your eyes and stream down your cheeks. When you sobbed, Kylo pushed two fingers between your teeth and pried open your jaw. You didn’t have to see it to sense his heated gaze. Kylo always — always — watched you.

The taste of salt and blood and musk coated your mouth. You refused to participate, remaining still as his fingers explored your tongue. Every measured stroke of his fingers tantalized — and aroused — no matter how much you denied it.

He withdrew his fingers and asked, “Why are you fighting me?”

“Please, don’t…”

“Don’t what?”

“Don’t take me back to Snoke.”

Kylo nuzzled your cheek and shushed you. He kissed away your tears as slick digits smeared against your lips.

Your breath shuddered around a powerful unease expanding in your gut. You’d been foolish to think you’d get away. This was only delaying the inevitable. Kylo was toying with you. No doubt he had every intention of dragging you in front of Snoke where they’d decide your fate.

You were Kylo’s, and Kylo was Snoke’s. It was in the blood. Not even bleeding yourself dry would grant you a reprieve. The connection you had with Kylo wouldn’t fade, even with death.

“I can’t take you back to Snoke.”

“What? He’ll hunt—”

“No, he won’t.”

You half-turned to look into Kylo’s dark eyes and found him undaunted.

“I don’t understand.”

“I’m Master now.”

His eyes flared red, brighter than before.

You shook your head. What had happened in the time you’d been gone? Why hadn’t he told you from the start? Why had he hurt everyone around you?

“His power resides in me alone,” Kylo said. “And now I’ve come to claim what’s mine.”

Not giving you time to form a question or voice it, he put his hand around your throat and crashed his lips against yours. Flesh ground against bone. His fingertips bruised. You were the meat to his butcher.

He groaned after a moment, as though relishing the near violence.

“Open.”

This time, you did.

He kissed you tenderly, sucking on your swollen bottom lip. His fangs grazed your skin. He flicked your tongue with his. You shivered at the silken touch of his preternatural tongue.

He made a satisfied sound deep in his chest at the taste of your arousal.

“Where is your place in this, sweetness?”

You blinked through the haze in your mind. You couldn’t form a reply.

“I…”

With a merciful shush, he turned you to face away. You placed your palms on the dirty wall. His hands caressed your sides until his thumbs hooked in the waistband of your underwear.

He couldn’t— Not here—

The haze fractured.

“No, Kylo, we can’t!”

He pressed you hard against the wall and put a hand across your mouth. Your underwear and jeans continued to slip down your hips.

“We can. I own the night and everything in it.”

Which included you.

Your lower body followed his as he straightened until your back was a perfect arch. The clammy air whispered between your legs, cooled your inner thighs. He kicked your feet farther apart.

Your eyes widen. He was going to take you like this, for anyone to see.

Your breath hitched at the press of his fingers at your soaked hole. He teased with swirling touches. You tried to keep your hips still, because moving was agreeing. It was acquiescing.

Kylo slid two fingers inside. Your cunt clenched around the intrusion. He purred and encouraged you to rest your head on his shoulder. He pushed deeper, slowly cycling his fingers. You rotated your knees inward, though you couldn’t fathom how your legs kept you upright.

His fingers retreated and pressed in, languid and thorough, as if trying to touch every part of your cunt. You turned your head to lean your forehead on his jaw.

He braced himself with a hand on the wall. You touched the back of his hand with shaking fingers. The fingers inside you sped.

You gasped, then bit the inside of your cheek.

“It’s been too long, hasn’t it?” he asked. “Your sweet little pussy isn’t used to this.”

You bit harder. You could only focus on his fingers fucking you open. He twisted his hand until his knuckles rubbed over your g-spot. You squirmed and swallowed a whimper.

“Let go, let me hear you. It’s just me and you here.”

“Ky-Kylo, please! Don’t— I can’t…”

“Yes, you can.”

A third finger eased inside to stretch you even more. Bolts of hot pleasure had you losing your breath. His fingers moved in measured thrusts, over and over. You clung to the wall as your knees almost buckled.

Then he pulled away. You twitched back to follow him or encourage him to continue. Full lips brushed your temple. His big hands took hold of your hips and raised you onto your toes.

“Just like that.”

Your heart leapt into your throat. He was going to take you here. If you tried to flee, he’d catch you within two strides.

Did you want to flee, though?

His touch left your body, giving you the opportunity. The metallic sound of his zipper opening held you in place. It had been too long. The weight of your connection to Kylo fixed you to the spot.

Heat smeared across your inner thigh. Knuckles brushed the underside of your ass. Then the thick tip of his cock parted your folds. You arched your back further, knowing what was coming.

Yet it didn’t come.

Kylo kept sliding his cock in your slit. He teased your stretched hole and the exposed bud of your clit. He did it until you rocked with him.

“Your place has always been in my bed.” He pressed his hard chest to your back. “Will always be. Beside me. With me.”

Your vision swam. The bricks blurred.

“Don’t ever forget it.”

A voluptuous pressure at your entrance made your eyes go wide. Hot tears spilled over your cheeks. You didn’t know how to respond, though you’d never forget his words.

Without warning, Kylo snapped his hips to impale you halfway down his cock. Beyond your control, a choked animal noise left your chest to resound through the empty alley. The bricks’ rough texture scraped your forearms and palms. Your body contracted around the heavy intrusion splitting you open.

Lips flitted along the juncture of your neck and shoulder.

“Just like this,” he murmured against your skin.

You groaned his name.

Kylo tensed and latched his hands to your hips and surged forward. He buried his cock completely in your pulsing cunt, pelvis tight to your ass.

You threw your head back with a piercing gasp.

He growled like the predator he was.

It was too much. It was like the first time with him. Every nodule on his cock woke nerves long asleep. You panted and shimmied and squirmed as your body acclimated. Each minute movement only added to your growing anticipation.

He gritted out, “Just like this — wrapped around my dick.”

He drew back. You protested with a small noise. He drove forward to start a brutal pace that had your vision narrowing and the edges darkening.

“Filled with my come.”

You trembled with every thrust. Your cunt got impossibly wetter with his words. He must’ve known, must’ve felt how they made you clench. Just like you knew your body — and heart — would accept him.

It had never hurt, and a part of you hated that. You hated how your body obeyed Kylo’s command. You hated how natural it was to kiss him, how easy your lips slotted with his. You hated how he fit so sublimely in you.

It was like you’d been made for him.

He angled his thrusts, somehow hitting even deeper, stroking every sensitive spot between your legs. The hands on your hips tightened as he pounded into you harder.

You moaned and pushed back. He hissed a “yes” and found that perfect rhythm. Your head spun. You clawed at the bricks while he continued an unrelenting assault.

You swallowed gasps and cut off another moan. One of his hands swooped to your jaw, tilting it up, stretching your neck.

“Don’t hide from me. Ever.”

Your breath caught.

“No, promise.”

His voice was black silk when he said, “Taking it so well. Such a good girl.”

You almost replied you wanted to be good for him. Only him.

He must’ve sensed it, because he stopped.

“No, don’t,” you said.

“Tell me. Tell me you feel it, too. Tell me.”

Tell me tell me tell me…

“I do! I feel it!” You shook your head as much as he’d let you. “Please, don’t— Please, I… I want to be good for you!”

Kylo groaned and tucked his face into your shoulder. His cock throbbed. He was going to bite you now. You knew it, could feel it.

His front teeth jabbed into your shoulder through your shirt. His fangs were so close. You hadn’t felt the sting and pull from his bite in so long.

You writhed in what you hated to admit was anticipation. At the same time, you mentally begged him to do it. Put you out of your misery. End the chase, the uncertainty, the killings. End you, if that was the culmination of this war.

He cursed and wrenched the collar of your shirt away. Stitches popped. Fangs pierced the juncture of your neck — a momentary pain. Hot suction followed, connecting your neck to your dripping, aching cunt. It gilded the coiling, molten pleasure building in your core.

He released your hip and plunged his hand between your legs. You bucked your lower body at the touch, torn between his hand and inhuman cock.

Then he began to thrust. He stroked your clit and sucked at your neck. You felt every mouthful of blood drawn from your veins, every slick-slide of his fingers on your clit, every harsh pump of his cock.

He worked your body, even as your muscles locked. You couldn’t move, couldn’t think. The tension and pressure built until you thought you’d explode with it.

But you didn’t.

You shook with each punishing thrust as he fucked you into a devastating orgasm. It burned through you like liquid fire. Wave after wave pulled you into its surge. Your mouth fell open with a silent scream. You couldn’t breathe. Heavy tears streamed down the outside of your face.

Kylo put a hand on your belly, smearing your come on your skin. His cock pistoned faster in your clenching cunt. He released your neck with a snarl. Warmth trickled over your collarbone.

“Kylo,” you mouthed.

He exhaled against your neck, breath tinged with iron.

“Plea—” Your voice broke. “Please, Kylo…”

“Please what?”

His soft tongue slithered over the tender puncture wounds.

Please, no more, you wanted to say. Please, don’t stop.

“Just… Please—”

Please take it all away.

He growled and snapped his hips forward. His pelvis slapped against your ass brutally — once, twice, three times. He buried his cock as deep as it would go before moaning. His cock pulsed. His come gushed, thick like honey, and filled you to overflowing. The warmth of it oozed down your thighs.

It was still for a brittle-edged moment.

Kylo placed his lips on your neck in a lewd mockery of a kiss. His breath puffed across your skin, as if his heart beat like a hammer. As if he had a heart.

You whispered, “Why do you keep hunting me?”

He wrapped his arms around your middle.

“Don’t you remember me saying I’d never let you go?”

Of course you did. However, people say that kind of thing in the throes of passion all the time. You assumed Kylo, despite being a vampire, was no different.

He said, “I call you my sweetness because you’re mine.”

His hands skimmed to your waist and steadied you as he eased his softening cock from your body. Your legs gave out, but he kept you from collapsing. You grabbed the bricks to catch yourself and leaned heavily on the wall, tilting out of Kylo’s hold.

Now that the sex was done, you yanked your underwear and jeans up over your hips. His syrupy come squished in your underwear and clung to the inside of your jeans. You cringed at the swampy feeling and the fact you’d let Kylo fuck you where anyone — everyone — could see.

The Knights of Ren couldn’t be far. They’d probably heard everything. Hell, they might’ve even watched.

You refastened your jeans and propped yourself against the wall in an attempt to muster a little dignity. It didn’t matter what stained your clothes now. They were already dirty with stress-sweat, come, and blood. Whatever garbage juice was splattered in the alley couldn’t make them grosser.

Kylo stood composed and less than a yard away, watching you. Always watching.

You resisted the urge to go to him and bask in his touch — the way he’d smooth your hair and cup your cheek. Like you were a beloved pet.

He’d made you his blood-whore.

The bite on your neck throbbed.

“I said I’m here to claim what’s mine. That still stands.”

You inhaled a stuttering breath and stared at his scuffed motorcycle boots.

“Snoke nearly took you from me,” he said. “You, who I want beside me every night.”

“But not forever.”

You were mortal. You would die. Time would end things, even if Snoke couldn’t anymore.

“Not forever if you keep running.”

You looked into his eyes that were the beautiful warm brown you adored. They went red. Your heart sped. They looked too much like Snoke’s.

“Stop running from me, sweetness.”

You blinked at the reverberating command. Your feet planted themselves to the concrete. You’d been running from Snoke, not Kylo. If Kylo told the truth, and Snoke really was dead, there was no point in running. You didn’t need to be apart from Kylo.

“You are everything good in my existence,” he said. “I refuse to be separated from you any longer.” He slashed at the air. “I won’t allow anyone to stand in my way.”

Not even you.

He’d made sure of that, too. Everyone you’d become friendly with in your mad dash from anyone vampiric had been killed. It’d been your fault. You’d acted like a spooked rabbit, running from burrow to burrow — and condemning every soul along the way.

He took a half-step closer.

“Am I not yours?”

“If you were mine, you’d know not to hurt people who’ve helped me.”

“Helped you?” He tilted his head with a huff. “Helped you? They allowed you to live in squalor.”

You let out a scornful laugh and crossed your arms over your chest.

Living in pre-furnished studio apartments or clean hostels wasn’t what you’d call squalor. It wasn’t a gothic castle overlooking a forested valley, either. Then again, no one you’d worked with lived in better conditions. Not even Vic, who only had a cozy one-bedroom.

Kylo held out a hand.

“Come with me. Let me give you what you deserve.”

You glanced at his broad palm and long, sturdy fingers. There was a time when those hands cradled you and loved you. There was a time when you didn’t know what they looked like covered in blood.

“I deserve peace,” you said.

“I can give you peace and safety. I’ll give you anything you want.”

You read between his lines. He’d give you anything as long as you stayed with him. If you explored the world on your own, you’d be exposed — as would he. You’d always be a weak point to exploit. You’d always be vulnerable. Snoke had figured that out.

You uncrossed your arms and looked into his eyes. Red encircled his irises, as though his vampire nature had been eclipsed.

“Give me your blood. Make me strong like you. Make me a vampire.”

He reared back as if you’d swiped at him. Astonishment painted his features.

“You want me to be your sire?”

“You want me beside you every night, don’t you?”

He breathed, “You love me.”

“Do you love me?”

He wet his bottom lip — such a human gesture — while his gaze darted to the side.

“I shouldn’t. It is a hindrance.” His dark eyes were like pools of deep water when they met yours. “You’ve seen what my kind do to each other.”

He indicated the scar going up his cheek. Snoke had missed ruining Kylo’s eye by millimeters.

You nodded and moved closer to touch the scar. It was a smooth, narrow groove in his blood-warmed flesh.

If Snoke had struck you like he’d stuck Kylo, it would’ve destroyed your jaw and cheekbone. You would’ve had implants and surgeries and weeks of speech therapy.

“I shouldn’t,” he repeated, and pressed your hand to his cheek.

“Neither should I.”

Not after all he’d done.

You’d hated him. You’d feared him. You thought about him every single day. You’d imagined different scenarios, from fighting him to falling at his feet to staking his heart.

He placed his other hand on your hip.

“No, you shouldn’t.”

You’d downplayed your feelings before Snoke had taken you. You’d told yourself you were satisfied with Kylo visiting a few nights every week. You had your freedom and privacy, a decent job and apartment, and a vampire lover. What more could you need?

Kylo lived in a different world, one he didn’t allow you to play tourist in. He’d said he wanted you to live a normal life. He wanted you happy and safe. At your insistence you were safe — and perfectly happy! — he exploded from the sofa where you two had been lounging. He’d flipped the coffee table and yelled you couldn’t possibly be either.

You’d ordered him out, telling him to leave and not come back until he wanted to behave. You hadn’t wanted to look at him right then. He’d rounded on you with a snarl, fangs flashing.

Then he’d been on you, kissing you, devouring you, tasting every inch of your body. He held you down and fucked you: on your knees, on your back, on the sofa, on the floor, on the upended coffee table, on your bed. You’d climaxed over and over again. He hadn’t stopped until dawn forced him to ground. You’d called in sick to work and sat in an epsom-salt bath for nearly an hour.

“I can’t leave this existence,” he now said. “I can’t leave you, either.”

“Then don’t.”

He shuffled you to the wall, his touch gentle. He always returned loving and tender, with sweet words and sweeter caresses.

“I’ll never let you go. I can’t.”

He grazed his fingertips across the clotting wound at your neck. You closed your eyes with a sigh. It should’ve stung, yet all you felt was him. He repositioned your hand from his cheek to his muscled shoulder. You slid your palm under the weight of his hair to hold his nape.

“Then don’t.”

You stared into his eyes, watching as red bloomed across his irises. It didn’t startle you any longer. The white of his delicate-tipped fangs gleamed. You drew him towards the wound and tilted your head back.

He made a desperate, hungry sound and wrapped you in his arms, supporting your head. You relaxed into his hold. Your breath shallowed.

This was the end. The end of running, of being scared, of the war you never wanted in the first place.

A faint star glimmered overhead — the lone witness to the ceasefire.

Kylo struck. He bit deeper than he ever had before. You gasped and clung to him as he drank the first mouthful. Your blood gushed with every beat of your heart.

Your feet left the ground. The night spun in a cacophony of dingy brick, velvet sky, and sodium lights. It spun and spun into a soft blur where nothing touched you and you touched nothing. Not even Kylo.

Liquid metal poured into your mouth, raging and carnal and animalistic. You swallowed. It was like swallowing a hot sea, like drowning. There was so much, too much. Energy filled you and flowed through you until you crashed against Kylo.

You opened your eyes and saw him as though it was the first time. You cradled his stunning face in your hands, his skin so new and electric. His eyes held all the warmth in the universe — its heat death quite improbable while he existed.

“I’m never letting you go,” you said, and kissed him.

[marinersubmariner]

I thought it would be cool to see a Ben Solo Akira slide, but since the Akira slide has been parodied to death (including by Obi-Wan Kenobi himself in Tartakovsky Clone Wars) I changed the angle a bit to be less redundant.

Also for some reason I felt the need to make my life really difficult by trying to design a new speeder bike??? Which foolishly seemed necessary to me because I wanted to align it more with the cyberpunk anime look. And then I just had to keep going and give him a helmet and facial injuries for my own amusement.

Since this sort of started out as a biker gang AU, it really should have aesthetically been Kylo and the Knights of Ren, but that went right out the window because I'm incessantly compelled to dress him in blue.

The design on his helmet is a zoomed-in portion of the symbol from Anakin's podracer and racing flag (grandpa's #1 fanboy). I was initially messing around with placing it in full but thought it looked too busy. I do kind of wish I had figured out a way to keep more of it, because after I drew it I realized it looks like a blue butterfly?!?

Galaxy brain connections just happening to me completely by accident

Details:

[captainpains]

Meet Cute (Kylux)

For the @kyluxshortshorts. Enjoy🖤🧡

Prompt: Public Transit

Warnings: Modern AU, yearning, meet cute, strip clubs, Hux is a stripper,

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Armitage Hux, despite what some may think, was perfectly fine with taking public transit. He had grown up in London, a city with excellent public transportation, at least when compared to the US. He was lucky to live in New York City, one of the few places with any public transit. He was used to the filth and the rush hour crowds, used to the oddness of some of the fellow patrons.

However, he could do without the shoving.

A particularly harsh shove to his front caused him to bump into the person behind him, namely what felt like that person’s guitar case.

“I’m terribly sorr-” Hux turned to the side to apologize, but was utterly dumbfounded by the attractive beast of a man that was behind him. He was very tall, taller than himself, and broad. He was wearing all black and was clearly into the punk aesthetic, with an eyebrow piercing, layered chain necklaces, and jean vest. He also had very muscular arms that were covered in tattoos. 

“It’s alright.” The man said – in a smooth, deep voice – as he picked up his guitar case that was leaning against him.

“I hope your guitar is okay.” Hux blurted out, still a little gobsmacked that this stranger was so handsome.

“No, it’ll be okay. A little knock wouldn't hurt it; it is a Gibson.” He gave the case a little pat before grabbing the handle. “Oh, I like your accent by the way, sounds kinda sexy.”

And with that the handsome stranger exited the subway at the next stop.

Now, Hux had only expected to see this man once. He sees hundreds of people a week just on the subway. What were the odds of seeing him again?

Well, a couple of weeks later, he saw that same man when he was working at his second job, at the strip club. He had lost shame about his stripping back in university, when his father cut him off it became the best way to earn money on a busy class schedule. However, partners in the past had shown their great distaste for his occupation, calling him a whore and demanding he quit for them. He had always refused, feeling hurt over the lack of trust in him, especially because he had never been dishonest about it. Hux was worried that this dark, handsome stranger would be the same, even though he probably would not ask the other man out or even remember him. So, he was sitting at the bar, chatting with Phasma, the bartender.

“So, are you going to tell me why you are avoiding that biker gang?” Phasma asked, pointing at the table that had Mr. Subway at it.

“You remember that guy from the metro I told you about? He’s sitting over there, and I’d rather not embarrass myself in front of him again. Besides, I can make up the money this weekend.”

“Really? I mean one of those guys had been staring at you since you took the pole earlier. Maybe it’s him?”

“No, and even if it was, I doubt that he would remember me at all.”

“Well, he is coming this way. Better put on a pretty smile.”

Hux glared at her. He turned his face away from the approaching man, wanting to

“Can I get a Long Island Iced Tea?” The sardonic voice that has permeated his recent dreams asked.

Hux cringed a little bit hearing it. He should not have been dreaming about this stranger reassuring and praising him. 

“Do I know you?” Mr. Subway asked, clearly directed at Hux. Hux took a deep breath before turning to face him, and he was as handsome as he remembered, eyebrow piercing and all.

“No, I don’t believe you do,” came his answer. Mr. Subway’s brown eyes gave the smallest flash of hurt before it vanished and he put on a cavalier smile.

“I’m Kylo, Kylo Ren,” he said. “And I’d remember your pretty hair anywhere. You bumped into me on the subway, but I wouldn’t expect you to remember, probably talk to guys twice as attractive as me everyday.”

“No! You are twice as attractive as them.” Hux had to actually cover his mouth after that. He wanted nothing more than to be swallowed by the floor.”

“Thanks, Red.” Kylo smirked. Phasma then placed his drink in front of him. Hux looked at her with pleading eyes, wanting to be put out of his misery. 

“So, Red, how’s it going?”

Hux found Kylo fairly easy to talk to – and by that he means causing him to ramble on and on about his projects at his other job and his cat. Kylo was kind enough to listen to him, and cheerly answered his own chit chat questions. Hux learned that he was a part of a band, where he played lead guitar. He worked at a mechanic’s shop, and his favorite color was black. 

“Hey, Kylo, we're gonna head out soon. But you can stay with your little boyfriend if you want.” One of Kylo’s friends interjected into their conversation.

“No, man, I’ll only be a minute.” Kylo replied. He then grabbed a napkin from the bar counter and scribbled down his number on it.

“Give me a call, I’d love to take you out sometime.”

Hux’s heart fluttered as he accepted the napkin with Kylo’s number on it. With a wink and a smirk, Kylo left the club with the rest of his friends.

“Armie’s got a crush!”

“Oh, shut up, Phas.”

[jk-kiwi]

Quick fast (heavy wheels)

Characters - biker/racer!Jungkook X reader (f) Genre - drama, angst and a tiny bit of fluff. Word count - 2.1k  Warnings - suggesting in some parts but no actually written smut, JK smoking, a bit of an abusive ex but not for long. Summary - Red, Yellow, Green and race. Who’s going to be faster? My bike or the heart that beats for you? Author’s note - This is one of my wattpad stories written in another language that I translated, I hope you like it! Excuse my mistakes. ^^ Red

I adjust my helmet.

Yellow

I take a deep breath trying to calm my racing heart.

Green

I speed up and let the adrenaline fill my veins.

The race finally begins.

I speed up and ferociously pass all the participants. The road is a little steep, but I’m too engulfed with the sensation of pleasure to feel anything. I focus on the road, already feeling the sweet nectar of victory.

Passing the last participant, I start accelerating even harder, leaving a big cloud of dust and sparks behind me.

I see the victory line in front of my eyes and without fail I cross it. I abruptly stop the engine, a lot of coloured dust being thrown into the air when I pass the finish line. After some time the rest of the participants arrive, but the only thing they can see is my winning silhouette and the writing on the back of my jacket "Jungkook 7" gold letters engraved on the matte black material.

I take off my helmet and get off my bike immediately being surrounded by a sea of girls who are stopped by the massive guards who were making sure things go according to plan.

The crowd screams my name, and the envious faces of my competition make me feel like a king raised on a pedestal. 

I love victory.

“Good race Jeon, another day reminding me why I am your manager.” Kylo says patting me friendly on the back, his smile showing me how satisfied he is with my victory. “No need to worry, as long as Jeon Jungkook has hands and feet, victory will flow like a river.” I say confidently. “Good, that's the spirit, don't let anyone get to your ego. Go and rest now, champion.” He waves me goodbye and holding tightly my helmet I go towards my locker hearing the girls scream for me “I love you, Jungkook! You're my life!”, “I'll do anything for you, Jungkook, please look at me!” I wave and smile at them and their screams start to ring out even louder. Entering the locker room, I am greeted with unpleasant looks by some other competitors. “I see you've done it again, Jeon. I'm sure next time you won't get away with it.” says my biggest enemy, Sung. “If I was interested in your story maybe I'd let you at least get close to me during the race, but you like to eat my dirt anyway.” Sung holds up his fist ready to punch me, but he’s held back by several people that are around. “We'll see, Jeon. Someday you'll bite it and I'll be the first to laugh in your face. I'm gonna come up to you, punch you and make sure I'm gonna mark your prince face forever.” I roll my eyes at him and walk past them knowing they can't do anything to me, I'm number 1 here and anyone who messes with me would have serious 

Problems to deal with. I quickly throw my sweaty gear in the closet, get in the showers and wash away my sinsfor the day. 

By the time I step outside the place is enveloped in silence. I go towards my locker to see my street clothes neatly folded there. I get dressed quickly, step outside where I am hit by the cold air and see parked just for me, my beautiful motorbike.

I get on it and begin chasing through the silence of the night. 

I love the feeling the wind leaves on my skin and the blood pumping through my veins the moment I start accelerating.

But my bliss doesn't last long when a red light appears in the dashboard and spoils all my plans. I'm out of gas… I have to stop, however the bad luck doesn't last long and I see a gas station in front of me. I stop in a drift, then park quietly and start to fill up my tank.

Around me the atmosphere was calm, after all who comes to a station in a near deserted place, in the middle of the night? I close my eyes, tired but filled with satisfaction. 

I wait until the tank is full and then I go in to pay, the cashier, almost asleep, jumps up when he sees me. I immediately throw a pile of money on the counter and ignore the cashier who started calling for me because I've given him too much money. In a rush I am outside and lighting a cigarette, I take smoke filling my lungs with nicotine. 

I'm ready to take one more, but a distant scream catches my attention.

I throw my cigarette on the ground and put it out with my foot and with slow steps I walk towards the place where the sound is heard.

I pass my bike and a little further in the distance I notice a female figure being pulled abusively hard by someone. “Let me go!” my feet started getting faster all of a sudden. “Shut up! You draw attention towards us.” The man starts pulling the women more towards him “ I don’t care! Get your hands off me!” I get so close that the girl's back makes contact with my chest, my hand wrapping around her waist. “What problems do you have with my girlfriend?” The man finally stops and I raise my eyebrow at him. The lost girl looks up at me and I almost lose myself in her big, glossy eyes. “Why didn't you tell me you found someone else? Is it that hard to talk to me?” His hand was still gripping the poor girl's arm disgustingly tight so I pulled her towards me and held her tighter. “I asked you a question, what's your business with my girlfriend?” He finally gets the sign, clearly becoming intimidated by my presence, maybe even the fact that I was a head taller than him and much more muscular, not to mention that the biker outfit made me look even more threatening. 

“Sorry dude, I didn’t know she found someone else” “Get lost before I run over you with my bike” The man raises his hands in defense and walks away, figure disappearing into the night. 

I look at the tiny girl I was still holding and ask her if she’s okay. The girl peels herself away from me, rubs her arm, which subtly turns from red to purple, and looks at me once again with the same enchanting gaze. “I'm grateful, thank you. I don't know what I'd do if you weren't here.” “Who was that guy, do you know him?” I ask curiously. “Yeah…my ex…” “I think he has a hard time understanding that if you’re asking me.” She laughs at my statement leaving me mesmerized by her beauty. Without wasting more time I stretch out my hand to her “My name is Jungkook.” “Y/N, glad to meet you” She reaches out and I gently take her hand in mine, but instead of shaking I bring it closer to my lips and leave a kiss on the back. Y/N giggles and smiles even more brightly at me. “Wow, what a gentleman we have here.” “Then can a gentleman like me drive a beautiful girl home?” I don't usually make such proposals to anyone, especially girls I meet randomly on streets, but something about her makes me dive even deeper, she was alluring. “I'd be delighted.” with her arm linked to mine I show her the way to my bike. “I didn't know that's how I'd get home.” she sais while I place my helmet on her head. “What, you don't like motors?” “I couldn't say I dislike them, but I much prefer the person who rides it.” She winks at me and climbs on the back of it, her body sticking to mine, hands clutching tightly at my waist. Her touch lighting a flame inside me.

“I hope you're not afraid, because I don't know the term brake, speed defines me.” “Don't worry, I like the taste of adrenaline too.” She whispers seductively in my ear, sending shivers down my spine, and without hesitation I start the engine. …

Once in front of her house, I stop and let her get off. Y/N takes off my helmet and hands it back. “Thank you my “two-wheeled” knight for this wonderful ride.” “Anytime, my lady.” Y/N moves dangerously close to me and in a second I feel her soft lips caress mine, gently running her bottom lip over my piercing, I don't stop her, instead I catch her lips in a deep kiss.

After a good few minutes, I let go of her, we exchange numbers, and I watch how she goes inside her house. Once I'm sure she’s in I lean my head back and with two fingers touch my slightly sore lips. I smile like an idiot and place my helmet back on, the smell of her perfume still lingering in it. I set off on the road again and once I reach my house, I throw myself on the bed and remember my victories of the day. After all, I was lucky I stopped at the gas station. … Time flew by quickly, my days were spent sleeping and resting my bones, and my nights were spent dominating the race course and a woman named Y/N. 

I considered myself an even bigger winner than I was before. Victory after victory later consumed either in my bed or hers, a story ripped from the fiction books. Lying in my  way-too-familiar bed, with a cigarette between my lips and a woman dear to me in my arms, only city lights lighting the room.

Y/N's slender fingers touched the tattooed skin of my arm, occasionally tracing the lines with her fingernails. “And when did you say your next race was?” I turn my head towards her, Y/N smiles seductively at me and moves closer to leave a kiss on my lips, her sweet aroma mixing with the taste of tobacco.

“Tomorrow, wanna come?” I put out my cigarette and lean down to leave hot kisses on her bare chest. Her hands tangle in my hair tugging it gently. “Am I invited?” she asks while playing with the strands of it “You always were. When you're out there and I see your face in public, I feel the desire to win even more.” “I don't think winning races makes you feel like a winner anymore, I see you want something more.” she says with lustful eyes, while her hands start tracing my back. “You're right, now I need you to make me feel victorious.” My hands slip under the sheet and begin to caress her naked waist gently. “I'll be there, as usual.” “Good choice, I do need you.” “Now or then?” she asks and I look deep into her eyes. “Always”. And with that our lips join again in a new night of passion. … Red, yellow and …Again…I wait, this time even more impatiently for this race to start.

My hands are tightly placed on the handlebars of my motor, ready to accelerate and take, once again, the face of the suckers I was playing with all along. A tough game where a sweet victory awaits at the end is about to unfold.

Green Once the lights turn a shade of green, I turn the handlebars and start the race first, my wheels spinning like never before. 

I turn my head shallowly and lock eyes with Y/N for a few seconds.

On her a jacket in the same matte black and in front of it engraved a large gold number 7 followed by the initials JK.

Pushing my way along the winding roads, but untouched by any other competitor, I make my way through the crowd of obstacles. 

Seeing once again the familiar finish line I lean forward a little and cross it in a rush without any problems. I stop my bike in a spectacular drift, but in a second the atmosphere changes.

Instead of hearing voices calling my name and seeing the wave of coloured dust, I am knocked off my seat and kneeled down. 

“Jeon Jungkook, you are under arrest for participating in illegal races, you have the right to remain silent because anything you say can and will be used against you.” In front of me two female feet stop, I feel my helmet being taken off my head and I look up, my breath raging and my heart pounding in my chest. In front of me are displayed the same sparkly letters "7 JK", this time the jacket unbuttoned and under it a shiny police badge.

“I’m so sorry, Jungkook.”

That's what she tells me before turning around taking both my helmet and my heart with her.

[babbushka]

Sindays Are Back, Baby!

Hi friends, I missed you all and hope you’ve been well! I am happy to say that prompts are now open for Sinday. 

If you’re new here, hi! I’m Zannah and on Sundays back in the day I had a prompt event called Sinday where I wrote up 1k word fics based on prompts you guys send in! They can be smutty, fluffy, angsty, or somewhere in between! 

Here’s how it works: prompts are open all week, and then close Saturday evening at midnight. On Sunday, I post as many as I can for everyone to enjoy throughout the following days, and we do it all again! 

I reblog some fun prompt lists but you do not have to use them. As long as you follow some basic rules, you can send in whatever you’d like! (I do withhold the right to ignore/delete requests, please don’t be upset if your prompt isn’t chosen!) 

The rules: Please don’t ask for reylo, and please don’t ask for anything that includes violence against the reader character. 

As a quick reminder, I write for the following characters:

Kylo Ren in a variety of AUs such as:

Supreme Leader Kylo Ren (Any ‘canon’ Kylo Ren content is from a Canon Divergent!AU that I have, where Kylo has crushed the Resistance and reigns as Supreme Leader with his Empress (You))

Mob!Au

Medieval!AU

Edwardian AU aka BB!Kylo aka Titanic!AU

Biker Gang!AU

Ancient Emperor!AU 

Bond Villain!AU

Criminal Prosecutor!AU

Flip Zimmerman 

Pale (from Burn This on Broadway)

Clyde Logan

Charlie Barber 

Paterson &, and/or Paul Sevier aka Sevier Twins AU

BUT I am always down to come up with fun new AUs and headcanons -- I can’t wait to see what you guys come up with!!

[dinluke-ao3feed]

Under the Lights of Mandalore

Read it on https://archiveofourown.org/works/56506114 by nonbinary_tatooine Luke Skywalker is a broke and constantly misgendered therapist for children on the Autism spectrum. The nonprofit company he runs with his twin sister, Leia, makes him with her and her gambler boyfriend until a surprise forces Luke to look for another place to live. To support himself, Luke takes a second job as a bartender at Club Mandalore, an anonymous brothel-style club run by the Mandalorian biker gang. It's a great job with it's anonymity, hot patrons, and hilarious coworkers, but Luke has to keep personal life out of it and go by the alias of 'Max Reed.' This gets difficult when Luke finds himself falling for one of his client's fathers and the mysterious owner of Club Mandalore at the same time, leading him to have to choose between love and lust. When masks are removed, will Luke like what he finds? Words: 6940, Chapters: 1/20, Language: English Fandoms: Star Wars - All Media Types, The Mandalorian (TV), Star Wars: The Book of Boba Fett (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: F/M, M/M, Multi Characters: Luke Skywalker, Din Djarin, Grogu | Baby Yoda, Leia Organa, Han Solo, Boba Fett, Fennec Shand, Bo-Katan Kryze, Paz Vizsla, Ahsoka Tano, Anakin Skywalker, Padmé Amidala, Rey (Star Wars), Finn (Star Wars), Poe Dameron, Garsa Fwip, Obi-Wan Kenobi, CT-7567 | Rex, CC-2224 | Cody, Cara Dune, Axe Woves, Darth Maul, Others TBA - Character Relationships: Din Djarin/Luke Skywalker, Leia Organa/Han Solo, The Armorer (The Mandalorian TV)/Bo-Katan Kryze, Poe Dameron/Finn/Rey, Padmé Amidala/Anakin Skywalker, CC-2224 | Cody/Obi-Wan Kenobi, Biggs Darklighter/Luke Skywalker Additional Tags: Sex Club, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Luke therapist in the streets freak in the sheets Skywalker, Trans Male Character, Trans Luke Skywalker, Good Parent Din Djarin, Autistic Grogu | Baby Yoda, Autistic Luke Skywalker, Transphobia, Secret Identity, ok here are the smut tags, Daddy Kink, Mommy Kink, Vaginal Sex, Anal Sex, Threesome - F/M/M, Threesome, Orgasm Denial, Multiple Orgasms, Overstimulation, Dom/sub, Subspace, everyone gets fucked at some point, but mostly - Freeform, Pleasure Dom Din Djarin, Sub Luke Skywalker, Bottom Luke Skywalker, No Kylo Ren, literally just prepare for any kink except scat/vomit/piss

[ofthestcrs]

Thinking about Modern Kylo and how his mom is the senator of New York in it and how she covers for his ass all the time even though he’s out here committing literal crimes all bc his girlfriend broke up w him

Lmao but not actually that last part. Like he stays in the Snoke biker gang because of the break up and he feels he has no where else to go but his originally joining was bc the fucker wanted a real father figure and Snoke manipulated him into thinking he could be that for him and now he just treats him like ass and a lap dog 😭

[fives-ren]

I’ve been tag by: @hux-and-gay

Mice on Venus (kylux):

“Because you died in my arms two weeks ago, and I want you to come back. “

This is now the end of all the suffering (kylux):

Pryde is finally dead, I have won.

Biker one day biker forever (kylux):

He went out and turned on the gas. I will never forget that smile that melts my heart every time.

Happier (kylux):

I was right, Kylo Ren was standing right there with a clean cut on his throat and the wounds he did to himself, ready to take his revenge by tormenting me for the rest of my miserable life.

So you will feel less alone (kylux):

It can’t heal a broken heart but it could feel good for a moment.

Exhaustion (kylux):

Together, they pay the price of their exhaustion.

Pensées noires (side project):

Ce monde m’a très bien fait comprendre que je n'avais pas ma place ici alors je suis partit...

(This world made it clear that I didn’t have my place in it so I left.)

Deuil macabre (side project):

Je suis seulement monté pour décrocher son corps et après avoir fermé la porte, je n’ai jamais eu le courage de monter ces marches de l’enfer, même pas pour décrocher la corde.

(I only went upstairs to unhook her lifeless body and after closing the door I never had the courage to climbs those stairs of hell ever again, not even to unhook the rope..)

Well I know 2 of them aren’t posted but i really wanted to include them. If you want to read them my ao3 is: Fives_Ren

Feel free to read them :))

I’m tagging @tomatette 👀👀

writing patterns tag game ✨

Rules: post the last sentence from your 10 most recently posted fics (less if you don't have 10 is also fine).

Thanks for tagging me @manicpixiedreamedwins!

Perfect lol, I have exactly 10 fics on AO3. They're all Kylux except the first one. (Literally dying to talk about Hux and Cardinal if anyone wants to send me an ask lol)

General disclaimer to mind the tags.

By Any Other Name (Armitage Hux/Cardinal, E)

“I believe there are.”

Not On The Supreme Leader's Calendar (T)

The look on Ren’s face is almost as delicious as their second kiss.

Lift Up the Receiver, I'll Make You a Believer (E)

The last thing that Kylo sees before his awareness leaves the General’s quarters is the curve of his lips, pink and satisfied.

Break the Lock if It Don't Fit (T)

He is, however, very much looking forward to his next meeting with Hux.

It's the Thought That Counts (T)

Inside, he will find tangible proof that it was not.

Into Retrograde (E)

"Our ship."

The Thaw Will Come When It Is Good And Ready (E)

And for once, Hux finds himself agreeing with Kylo Ren.

Diplomatic Indulgence (E)

He has an important meeting tomorrow.

Strange Orbits* (M) *On indefinite hiatus, so this isn't reeaaally the "last" line.

The stars streak into lines, and hyperspace takes them.

A Concession Bound in Salt (T)

Side by side, they watch the stars stretch into bright strings of light and draw them forward into hyperspace.

My takeaways: 1) man, I really like that hyperspace imagery; 2) Kylo and Hux do not have dates, they have meetings.

Tagging @dragonflies-draw-flame & @jaynesilver & @nylon-rabbit & @cosleia & @daisychainz-not-daisy & anyone else who wants to do it!

[berrylover0571]

The knights of ren in the comics are closer to a mercenary group that has a creed than anything near to the sith. They’re interested in hedonism and the masks are to be intimidating and nothing more. Vader worship was specifically Kylo’s thing, there’s a whole comic about the original knights stealing from Vader and fighting him. They’re very simple and shallow, yes, but they’re more an anarchist biker gang than a cult or a far right org

I don't know man, I think trying to get a kid to join their ranks by having them kill their brother and embrace a might makes right philosophy doesn't sound very Anarchist.

Like it's comical you think this gang that's hedonistic, and attempting to intimidate people is anything close to anarchism, that's not anarchism, and the Sith or dark side in general just totally not Anarchist it is Mystic fascism quite literally.

Also your argument Falls flat, because they aligned themselves with the same organization that was headed by Darth maul, who did not abandon his beliefs in the dark side, just his beliefs in the Sith order, the dark side being not a liberating Force but an oppressive boot on the Galaxy. They are not anarchistic, calling them Anarchist is not only a fundamental misunderstanding of anarchism, it fundamentally misunderstands what the dark side is.

They are a dark side organization, a brand new one that sucks ass and doesn't know what it's getting into, as opposed to the age old Cosmic horror that is the Sith, but they're still dark side Force users. As such they believe and abide by a might makes right philosophy, vaguely tied to fascistic tendencies, because that is what the dark side is and that is what the dark side does, it is a greedy, destructive, dominating Force that seeks to subjugate the galaxy. Every dark side organization, every single one, even the ones that are in some capacities redeemable or sympathetic like the night sisters and night Brothers utilize this philosophy to live.

They are not an anarchist biker gang, they are the proud boys, including all the weird initiations and a fetishism for power and nothing more.

If you look at the Knights of Ren and see an anarchist I fundamentally question your understanding of politics and politics of star wars, the light side is more aligned with anarchism, socialism, communism, and the democratization of life and the liberation of the oppressed. The Knights of Ren want to abide by the most powerful, they want to hurt people, and they want people to come into their ranks with that goal.

That Hedonism they're looking for? That pursuit of pleasure of some kind that endeavor to prove themselves? That's a Lust For power, it's very much Illustrated to be a lust for power. And this is very much heavily conveyed by the fact that when kylo Ren defeats their leader, Ren, they follow kylo. It's also reinforced by the fact that an episode 9, when kylo Ren abandons the name kylo Ren and just becomes Ben solo, they fight to stop him from defeating or helping Rey in defeating Sidious.

They are bad people who do bad things for bad reasons, that is the entirety of the dark side and the entire summation of what it believes, if you follow the dark side, generally speaking you're abiding by the tenets of the Sith because they are the highest order of the dark side, and thus the most powerful within it.

Those tenets are:

"Peace is a lie. There is only Passion.

Through Passion, I gain Strength.

Through Strength, I gain Power.

Through Power, I gain Victory.

Through Victory my chains are Broken.

The Force shall free me."

The proper way to understand this, if you really want to, is to add the prefix my before every single affirmation. Like so:

"My peace is a lie. There is only my passion.

Through my passion, I gain my strength.

Through my strength, I gain my power.

Through my power, I gain my victory.

Through my victory my chains are Broken.

The Force shall free me."

If you read that like every other fan of Legends who also thinks it's a good idea that Karen Travis made the word in Mandalorian for female the same as the word for sheath as in "sword and sheath," that sounds pretty pragmatic and like a good list of things to believe in some sort of self-help fashion.

But the very first affirmation informs us why this is not a reality, why this is not what they're actually doing. The dark side cannot let go, a dark side practitioner cannot let go of the things that frustrate them, they use it to hurt other people, in an expressly abusive manner. They have no inner peace, they have no interstability, they only have a deep passion, or a deep-seated pain. And instead of healing from that pain, they weaponize it, through that pain they hurt others, they gain their strength over others, and by dominating and using their strength over others, they accrue power, by accruing power they gain more power and thus gain victory and are able to bend the world to their liking, and thus since they're able to dominate the world through the express outward harm caused by weaponizing their pain against others, in an unhealthy fashion, with unearthly powers, they break the things they believe limited them and disallowed them from being able to do the stuff they wanted to do, they finally have broken their morality and any sort of moral compass, and seek only to dominate other people.

The reason why the Knights of ren, the night sisters, and the fanatical Dark Side users never really overthrow Darth Sidious is because he was the embodiment of the very thing they were all trying to accomplish, they couldn't do it because they couldn't go as far as he did, from literal birth to literal death he was constantly looking at people as pawns, he lived the very life of the Sith code. It was a code of no peace, of deep calculation, of taking every slight that was put against him, and bringing it back tenfold against the people who hurt him.

Darkside practitioners of any variety are not good, that is the clear and defined morality of star wars, and the effect of the dark side has on other people hurts them, it's not helpful. If you are a dark side practitioner you start rotting from the inside out, we see this with sidious, we see this with every single practitioner who does not turn away until later, their body rots, there's cars get worse and do not heal, they fester, they putrify, they know no peace, even in the pursuit of pleasure, the Knights of Ren were deeply scarred and hurt. They are bad people who do bad things, you do not care for other people and they are not seeking to overthrow the system, they are seeking to look for the best thrill to be able to gain more power.

On the inverse by abiding By the Light Side of the force, you are most likely abiding by the Jedi code, which a lot of people also seem to misunderstand because Legends made sure to make people think the Jedi were evil and the Sith were good because of course we're going to try and contradict the fucking six movies laid out pretty plainly the Sith were bad and the Jedi were good, the Jedi just fucked up in what they were supposed to do, which is fine, fucking up happens, forgiving yourself and choosing not to let that hurt yourself and others is what is the bad part. Light side of the force is as follows, and has a different word to clarify, "yet."

"There is no emotion, there is peace.

There is no ignorance, there is knowledge.

There is no passion, there is serenity.

There is no chaos, there is harmony.

There is no death, there is the Force."

If you read that as some individualist fuck nugget who decides that emotions are wholesale good and there's no new ones, the Jedi seem like unemotionless pricks. However when you add the clarifying word "yet."

"Emotion, yet peace.

Ignorance, yet knowledge.

Passion, yet serenity.

Chaos, yet harmony.

Death, yet the Force."

In the Sith emotions are treated as wholesale perfect, even when they're not and even when they hurt people. In the Jedi Order emotions are a part of us, and should not be weaponized but must be understood. It is through the understanding of our emotions, and understanding of how to handle them and be healthy, that we find peace. It is though we may stumble and be ignorant, our pursuit of knowledge and clarity through our understanding of inner peace, that we are able to consider ourselves knowledgeable and capable of learning. Through that we gain a deep-seated passion, a passion for what drives us, a passion to pursue good, a passion and compassion towards others, which reinforces and allows us to find serenity. And though it may seem chaotic, though it may seem wild and unkempt, though this wonderful and beautiful collection of a passionate many people coming together, this chaos is harmonious, it works towards a common goal, it is a flourishing jungle by which the greater Galaxy can benefit.

And in this, death is meaningless, for no amount of death can subjugate the living, it is through this passionate hope and desire to help others that we conquered death, we conquer our pain, we learn that letting go of the things that hurt us can help us appreciate the things we have and enable us to live and love the time we spent with the things we lost. There Is No Death when life is everywhere, when we are able to move on, to find a good community, to find and have support. The cycle of the force, this is the cycle of life, this is the cycle that we all must abide by, because the counter it, to subjugate it, to seek to chain it for your own ends, to dominate others and turn them into your pawns for your game, that is not passion, that is not victory, that is only pain and turmoil, and there is no serenity there.

The Knights of Ren are power hungry biker gang in the same vein as the proud boys are, they have bizarre initiations, a desire for power, and oftentimes they target very vulnerable people who they think they can subjugate, and when this backfires tremendously it ends up creating a much more worse organization and emboldening a much more worse person to do much more worse things, and they do nothing to stop it or to counter it or to fight against it.

They simply accept the new leader, follow right behind them, and question nothing.

"The nature of the Ren, according to Ren, was that it just existed. It had no conscience, neither acknowledging or expressing concepts such as morality, regret or concern for what it might destroy. Ren believed in this principle on a deep, personal level to the point where he did not consider himself the Knights' leader. All of the Knights, including Ren himself, followed the lightsaber and what it represented in their view."

In the Star Wars Universe having an absence of morality is still morality, this is why in episode 8, the last jedi, DJ is the bad guy who turns Rose and Finn over to the first order, because he doesn't abide by any morality, just the highest bidder. He may seem reasonable and come from a reasonable point of argumentation, but at the end of the day he's just looking for the highest payment, not liberation. His liberation is at the expense of other people's.

That is also why the Knights of Ren are bad people, because they're looking for a good death, their absence of morality is driven entirely by a lightsaber the path of brutality, outright and abject destruction simply because they wanted to destroy. The morality of the Star Wars universe is rather simple, clear-cut, and obvious:

The light side is good, the dark side is bad, and sitting and doing nothing in the face of evil, very obvious and direct evil, even when it's just a tiny biker gang with stupid looking helmets that aren't scary in the slightest, emboldens it to grow further and stronger and hurt more people.

It's why the Bendu was obligated to act, why DJ was a bad person, and why the Knights of Ren aren't anarchistic, but are more aligned with the proud boys in terms of their interpretation of fascist machismo. They are, to put it quite simply, a bunch of cowards Guided by a blatant disregard for life and other people's desire to live, instead only motivated by a deep-seated desire to hurt others. They want to hurt others. That's all they want. There's no dismantling, there's no questioning power, there is only the power they hold over others and using it to hurt them.

The Knights of Ren are not anarchist, the Knights of Ren are Fascist machismo in the Star Wars universe, the Star Wars equivalent to the proud boys, and they predictably fell in line behind Sidious the moment he came back into power and their beloved leader had a change of heart. Just like the proud boys.

[jynzandtonic]

I consider it a public service announcement to inform you of this SMOKING FUCKING HOT Biker!Kylo story I just found! OMFG I NEED TO SHARE THIS WITH THE WORLD ITS UNLOCKING ALL MY KINKS - it’s written by punk in docs and the writing is just *chefs kiss* pls go check this out tumblr AD people. You won’t be disappointed 🏍 https://archiveofourown.org/works/32469187/chapters/80519866

Wahoooo! Thank you so much for the rec! @punk-in-docs and @adamsnackdriver are rockstars <3

For those checking it out, please note this is a darkfic with non-con and graphic depictions of violence CWs xoxo.

[thepilotanon]

Can you tell more of your biker!Kylo? Like how does he act around others and then with you?

Yeeeee!! If anyone has any hc requests, I would be super happy if you sent them to my askbox!

Kylo is a badass around others. He radiates power and badassery that majority of others don’t even dare to fuck around with him, no matter what is going on around him. If he’s hanging out at a bar, drunks steer clear of his way and keep their rowdiness to themselves; he’s out running errands on his bike, or just cruising, some people are shocked when he’s picking out flowers to bring home from the local florist.

With you, he gives you all of his attention. Any time you call his name or sneeze, hiccup, twitch, he will turn his head and give you the softest eyes known to man. Doesn’t matter if he’s in public or in private with you, you get his attention whenever you want it. When you smile at him in public, he’ll nod and kiss your head while pulling you closer to his side; in private, he’ll grin back and spoil you with kisses.

Kylo is a major softy with you. He’s a cuddly and clingy as a needy cat and could waste a whole day with you on his lap on the couch, watching movies, or spending time in the garage watching him work on his bike and asking what does this part do for which part of the bike.

When he comes through the door, you like to jump into his arms and cling to him for a good ten minutes with him holding you. You like the smell of the wind stuck to his hair, the smell of oil or gas on his old leather jacket and the taste of his skin from working and riding all day from every kiss you give his cheeks, nose, lips, neck. Kylo will stand there, with you in his strong arms, holding you close and protectively and snuggle his face into your hair and neck.

[veyzus]

Imo millionaire!kylo, biker/tattooed!kylo and sub!kylo are like the best, and like jealous and obsessed of course lol

[reylo-solo]

lie to me - chapter ten

- strike a nerve -

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Chapter Excerpt:

The sun was just disappearing behind the tops of the trees, and the scent of barbecue was adrift on the air. Summer was here. People were having fun and enjoying themselves. Only a week ago the night sky had erupted in a brilliant fireworks display down by the river, and Rey and Kylo had watched it together from Kylo’s front yard, but they didn’t speak. They didn’t ‘ooh’ and ‘aah’. They watched it until it was over, and the humid blackness of the night returned like a raven to nest with the moon and stars upon its wing, and they went back indoors without uttering a sound to one another. Because it might have been a celebration, but it hadn’t felt like it in the least. It had felt hollow. Empty. Pointless. All of this was pointless. The people of Fairview could rejoice all they wanted, but it didn’t erase the fact that the darkness of night would come for all of them sooner rather than later, if Rey and Kylo had anything to do about it.

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[babbushka]

''It’s four a.m.. How are you still horny?'' and ''I have never seen you this needy.'' with biker!kylo, i was thinking, maybe she was wild and tipsy drunk? And then things happen? And then things keep happening cause she cant get enough? Thanks babe you rock

A/N: Hello! I hope you don't mind, but because I am a firm believer that one cannot properly consent to sex while they're drunk, I've taken a different direction with this request. I hope you enjoy nonetheless!

2.1k ; NSFW (begging, PIV, sloppy oral sex (m receiving), multiple orgasms, dirty talk/name calling)

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Gasping in the middle of the night, you blink around you, startled. That wasn’t something that you were used to, having dreams so good that it literally woke you up, and for a moment, you look around trying to get your bearings.

Oh, right, you think after a momentary panic of not recognizing the room around you as yours -- it wouldn’t be, of course, because as your eyes adjust to the moonlight streaming in through the open curtains, you realize you’re in his room.

In his bed.

“Kylo?” You whisper, a hunger suddenly creeping across your body, making you lick your lips for something that you dreamt up so deliciously.

“Hm?” The sleeping man next to you rumbles and groans, and part of you wants to feel bad. Kylo doesn’t like being woken up -- he barely gets any sleep as it is, with his long and unpredictable work hours.

Still, your thighs are pressing together as the ache in your stomach flutters up into your throat, and you have to at the very least give it a shot, asking him if he’ll fuck you for the fifth time that night, or was it morning by now? You didn’t know, all you know is that you want him so badly you’re shaking.

“Go back to sleep sweets, it’s late.” Kylo mumbles, snuffling in his pillow for a little bit. He sleeps on his stomach when he’s not got his arms wrapped around you like an octopus, and he’s splayed out now.

“But -- ” You lick your lips again, your stomach tensing, pulse rabbiting in your throat, “I want you.”

The emphasis you put on want has Kylo waking up a little more, and you try not to get your hopes up too high. He turns on his side then, and the moonlight catches the big scar on his face, and it’s all you can do but to whimper from how sexy he looks, how fucking worked up he makes you feel just from being right there next to him.

“Oh yeah?” He raises the scarred eyebrow at you, and you throw all caution to the wind, knowing if you don’t plead your case now, he’ll just go back to sleep and then you won’t get to come and --

“Kylo I’m -- I could cry if you don’t fuck me, please? Please I’m so wet for you.” You reach for his hand now that he’s facing you, and guide it between your legs.

Sucking in a breath of surprise, those calloused fingers of his push their way through your folds, the sticky sweet slick that coats them warm on his touch. Kylo shuffles a little closer to you, his inky hair wild on the pillow, as his eyes slowly start to sharpen with more clarity.

“It’s four in the morning, how are you still horny?” He frowns at the little digital alarm clock on his nightstand, and you groan, hard to concentrate on anything other than the feeling of his fingers working their way into you, stretching you open. It’s easy, you’re so easy for him, especially because he fucked you so well only a few hours before, your body eager to take whatever he’ll give you again and again and again.

“I was falling asleep but then I started dreaming about how much I love your cock and I need it, I’ll do anything for it.” Begging, you’re begging now, your lips swollen from how much you’re biting them, as you hook one of your legs around his waist, a hand grasping at his jawline, bringing him in for a kiss.

“Fuck,” Kylo breathes against your mouth with a dark dangerous chuckle, “I’ve never seen you this needy. Got you hooked on my cock that bad huh?”

“Yes!” Huffing out a whine, you roll your eyes at the understatement of the century, before they do water, so worked up that you really will start to cry if he doesn’t give you an answer already, and you tell him as much, “Yes please -- c’mon just tell me yes or no, I’m dyin’ here honey.”

“Suck my dick and get it nice and wet for me.” Kylo pulls his fingers away from your cunt and you moan at the loss, but you’re not one to complain for too long.

Pushing Kylo onto his back, you roll on top of him, kissing your way down his body. He does it to you all the time, and you know how sensitive he is, even if he won’t say it. Hot sloppy path of kisses all the way down to the happy trail that you nose through, teeth scraping against the firm muscle of his lower stomach -- not quite abs, but definitely solid -- have him grunting.

As he sticks on of his arms behind his head, his other hand finds your hair and starts petting it back, brushing it away from your face as you grasp the base of his cock firmly and lick a wet sticky stripe up the shaft.

“Fuck,” He groans immediately, the sound going straight to your pussy, “God you’re good with that mouth.”

Wanting to show him just how good you really are, you lick another thick stripe all the way up to the tip, where you then wrap your lips around the head and start swallowing him down, relaxing your throat enough to take him. Fuck, he’s big, big all around and with a cock to match, it’s hot hot hot on your tongue.

“Mmmhmmm.” You moan around him, drool slipping from the corners of your mouth as you roll his balls briefly, making that hand of his fist in your hair.

Bobbing your head up and down slowly, you suck on his cock like it’s your job, breathing through your nose, eyes shut tight. You take him as deep as you can, deepthroating his girth and making your eyes water, your jaw stretching as far as it can go. He groans and grunts and lifts his hips in shallow thrusts, and when he speeds up those movements, so do you too go faster.

Hollowing out your cheeks and really sucking hard, Kylo yanks on your hair, a warning sign as he lets out a shaky moan that travels all the way through his body and into yours.

“Off baby, I’m gonna come.” He orders, and you do as he says, resting your head on his strong thigh, watching him with glassy eyes all the way down there.

“You can come in my mouth if you want.” Stroking his cock slowly, trying to take the edge off but not all at once, you kiss his hip bone, scratching through his happy trail again.

“No, I’m saving that for your tight pussy.” Kylo shakes his head, and you take that as an invitation to crawl up the bed, swing one leg over his hips to straddle him, and brace your hands on his chest.

“Now?” You’re so eager, you want it so badly -- the way his cock fills out your throat is the same way it shoves into your cunt and you’re trembling with excitement.

“Give me a minute.” He smacks your thigh lightly, and you’re too impatient for that, not right now. You huff and whine out in complaint for a second or two, before suddenly he’s surging forward and tackling you with a kiss, grabbing your face in his rough hands, holding it firmly as he gives you a mock-scowl, “Alright alright, you want to get fucked, is that it?”

“Yes!” Happily, you grin, and Kylo can’t help but shake his head with a grin too.

“On your back sweets, show me how bad you want it.” He smacks your thigh again, and you are a giggling puddle of affection and excitement, doing just as he says, knowing that finally finally finally you’ll get railed for all your efforts.

He’s on you the moment your back hits the mattress, situating himself over you, leaning his weight on one of his huge biceps that he props himself up on. Lining his cock up, he nudges the head of it right at your pussy, and your folds part for him easily.

“Damn you are wet.” Kylo whistles lowly, biting your earlobe as he grasps your hip with his other hand, holding you still so he can get himself good and pushed in, “This cunt’s soaked, bet I can fit it in in one thrust.”

“Oh!” Your mouth drops open when he does just that, “Oh thank you, right there.”

You rpussy is throbbing by the time he bottoms out inside you, your back arching off the mattress to try and get him deeper. It’s hard from this position, but neither of you have the energy to change now, the best you can do is reach for one of the pillows above your head and shove it under your hips, making him grunt from the better angle.

“Such a slut, my perfect pretty girl. Can’t go a couple hours without begging for me to fuck you, you should be ashamed of yourself.” Kylo bites and sucks at your jaw, bruising you with his tongue teeth lips, with the hand that’s got a vice grip on your hip as he thrusts, bouncing your naked body on the mattress, the frame creaking squeaking beneath you.

“No, I won’t, I like it too much.” You grin, reveling in the pleasure, in the way his cock fills you so completely, even when he thrusts and pulls out you feel like you’re up to the brim with him, your toes curling in the sheets, hot panting breaths against him.

“I don’t know why I let you sleep at all, should keep you on my cock from sundown to sunup.” He growls, smacks your thigh again and makes you whine as hr plows you hard, the headboard smacking into the wall, “Is that what you want? You fucking whore.”

“Yes!” You gasp, pleased as punch, body trembling as you let him give you all the pleasure that you can take, reveling in it, asking begging pleading for him to, “Touch me?”

He does, and the moment he starts putting friction on your clit, your body shudder and your eyes fly wide open, shoulders curling in, and Kylo chuckles like an asshole, teasing you, “Are you gonna come already?”

“I’m so fucking keyed up Kylo don’t be mean.” You laugh back, slightly embarrassed with how little you’ve been able to hold out, but Kylo shakes his head, kisses you for what he’s worth, and you let him, your nerves on fire as you get closer closer closer.

“I’m not being mean, I want to see how many I can get out of you.” He says so matter of factly, that you didn’t even think about the opportunity to come more than once, usually this late at night, he’ll only fuck you once more before passing out.

“Five,” You demand, voice high up in the back of your throat as you encourage him to grind his cock into your cunt, “I want five.”

“Don’t be bossy.” Kylo pinches you, and you swat at his shoulder back, making him grunt and groan as he pushes you just to the edge, right up to it, teasing you on the precipice of orgasm, before sending you over with a hard fucking thrust.

You shout out his name, way too loudly to be acceptable for a Wednesday night -- or technically, morning -- and before you know it, that white hot pleasure is exploding behind your eyelids, your body pulsating with fireworks, electric and so so good.

Kylo comes a few hard thrusts later, his body collapsing down onto yours as he does. You can feel it, the hot thick come filling you up, not for the first time of the evening, and definitely not the last of the day to come ahead. He lets out a deep breath as he settles back onto the mattress, pulling you into his arms, nestling your face on his chest.

“Damn, you really are somethin’ else, you know that sweets?” He chuckles out a laugh, and he waits for you to have a snarky response like you always do, but he’s met with silence. Looking down at you, you’re pressed against him in a way that makes it hard for him to see what you’re face is doing, so he hesitantly asks again, “...Sweets?”

When he’s met with snores, he simply chuckles to himself again, pulls the sheets over your sleeping body, and lets his eyes closed, knowing he’ll get four more out of you in a couple hours, giving the both of you a good morning.

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[ofthestcrs]

⭐

Bee because she's a sheltered sunshine daddy's girl who would be easily manipulated into doing things.

Elio because he's only capable of lusting for people and literally cannot love someone romantically and that could be ANGSTY. (Doesn't have to take place in his mainverse which is tlou centered)

Ben/ Kylo's modern verse because he's a bad boy in a biker gang