#kylo ren is a ruthless man

[little-diable]

Watch - Kylo Ren (smut)

This is pure disgusting filth. I wrote this drabble for @earlgreydreamreplies – who is just as sick as me. I adore you. Enjoy my loves.xxx

Summary: pwp, Kylo fucks the reader in front of his knights

Warnings: 18+, heavy smut (duh), gloves, spitting, degrading, voyeurism, use of "pet"

Pairing: Kylo Ren x fem!reader

“Don’t you dare look away.” Kylo’s voice echoed through the throne room. He was towering over (y/n), dark eyes staring his wife down. She was naked, kneeling on the cold ground with her arms pressed to his thighs, lips wrapped around his gloved fingers. He was toying with her, ready to tear her apart - with all his knights watching. 

“I should have known that you won’t ever learn from your mistakes. Or are you just provoking me?” Kylo’s voice was rough, clearly dripping with the lust he felt, needing to bury his cock in one of her holes. Just seeing her like this, ready for him and whatever command would overcome his plush lips, did unspeakable things to Kylo. “Speak, pet.”

He pulled his gloved fingers from her mouth, the leather was dripping with her saliva, soaked through. She trembled, stumbled over her words as her pleasure drunken mind struggled to follow his command. “I’m sorry, Supreme Leader.”

An almost satisfied hum left Kylo. For a second he let his gaze wander, taking in the frames of his knights, standing still with their eyes focused on him and his naked wife. Kylo felt a sickening sense of pride flush through him, knowing that no other being would ever be able to touch her, his wife, his only. 

“Open.” His gloved finger tapped her lips, once again forcing her mouth open. And with his eyes flickering back to his knights he spat onto her tongue – which she greedily swallowed, moaning for the man who held the power of death over her life. She knew that he’d never hurt her, Kylo would hunt down whoever dared to lay a hand on her, and yet the thrill of the moment made her feel the darkness simmering inside of him like a lake deeper than any body of water known to her kind. 

Kylo plopped down on his throne, tapping his thighs to guide (y/n) closer, ready to take her in front of his knights. She struggled to walk, limbs already quivering from the endless minutes she had been kneeling for him, switching between sucking his cock and his fingers. His taste was still heavy on her tongue, reminding her of the way he had fucked her mouth with every heavy swallow of hers. 

“Maker, you’re making a mess.” The clicking of his tongue let (y/n) shudder, growing tense as he cupped her core, pushing two of his gloved fingers into her. (Y/n)‘s moans filled the room, making a smirk tug on Kylo’s lips. She felt even more aroused from the mere thought of being watched by his knights, knowing that none of them would ever dare to move and yet they’d probably fuck their hands the second they were allowed to leave.

“Are you that desperate to get your holes stuffed? I should let them all fuck you, stuff you full till you pass out.” Her walls clenched his fingers, forcing a raspy chuckle out of Kylo. “Of course you’d enjoy that, you greedy whore.” 

(Y/n)’s head rolled back as Kylo’s thumb met her bundle of nerves, pushing her closer to her long awaited release, finally able to give into the sensation. A mere trick the man was playing on his wife, pulling his hand away the moment he felt her tense, ready to let go with his name burning on her lips. “Please, Ky’.” 

The nickname forced a disappointed sigh out of Kylo, gloved hand striking down on her behind before she could even begin to catch up with what she had done. A trembling “Supreme Leader” left (y/n), glassy eyes not daring to find his dark gaze. She felt him study her for a few seconds before he forced her to raise her hips, cock aligned with her dripping cunt. 

“Not one word, are we clear?” With her teeth buried in her lower lip, (y/n) tried to keep quiet, whimpering as he forced her down on his cock. He was ruthless, guiding her movements with his gloved hands placed on her behind, putting on a show for his knights. (Y/n)’s body was his toy, made to please his every desire, allowing him to mold her, to form her, to use her. 

Stars, both knew that Kylo would soothe her marks the second they found their way back to their quarters, and yet (y/n) couldn’t help but moan whenever he dug his fingers too hard into her skin, needing to feel her as close as possible. His hips met hers with every bounce of hers, burying his cock even deeper inside of her tightness, reminding her that only he could make her feel like this. 

“You’re already close, huh? Such a pathetic little girl, can’t even control herself.” Another whimper rolled off her tongue, unable to stop her orgasm from rocking through her, guided by the slamming of his hips. She felt him follow moments later, releasing himself on her thigh, watching his cum paint her skin, dripping along. 

“Leave.” Kylo shouted the command, watching his knights wordlessly leave the throne room, only daring to find her exhausted gaze when the men had left the room. (Y/n) collapsed against his chest, head buried in the crook of his neck, and with a deep sigh he felt her relax against him.

[iridescent-crow]

Drew Darth teefs

Time-lapse below the cut! (I also talk about episode 5, so beware of spoilers)

His mask was so much easier to draw then kylo ren's omg-

Anyway

I actually have a love-hate relationship with this man. On one hand, I didn't care that much about Yord (no, seriously, why did they name him that), but OMG JECKI??? >:( and the way he disrespected her by saying, "Was that it's name?" OMG?? but I'm actually so excited for a Ruthless goofy villain, so I hope he stays that way.

Ranting is over! Can't wait for episode 6 >:)

[dalekofchaos]

Fixing Kai Leng

The problem with Kai Leng is Mac Walters desperately tried to convince us that Leng was Shepard's ultimate equal when he could barely hold his own against an aged Anderson and a Drell with terminal cancer and in the end he was a tryhard egdelord that would make Kylo Ren embarrassed.

The solution to this is make Leng deeply connected to Shepard's personal history. Making him be a ghost from Shepard's past with a personal connection would have made this character much better. His backstory could change with whatever your selections are for Shepard.

If you are Earthborn, you are both members of the 10th Street Reds

If you are a Spacer, Leng and Shepard's families served together and Shepard and Leng were childhood friends

If you are a Colonist, Leng was Shepard's childhood friend and was in the rubble with Shepard

If you are a War Hero, Leng was wounded as Shepard held off the Batarians during Elysium. Leng's survival and stand against the Batarians attack on Elysium caught Cerberus' interest.

If you are Sole Survivor, you both survived an ambush on Akuze. Only Leng wasn't taken to be experimented on. Leng was recruited into joining Cerberus for his survival. Cerberus convinces Leng that the Alliance left him for dead and so did Shepard. Leng's sense of betrayal and human supremacy leads him to joining Cerberus

If you are Ruthless, you and Leng slaughtered the Batarians on Torfan without mercy, The sense of ruthlessness inspired Leng's cold hearted exterior and human supremacist beliefs and led him to Cerberus.

Where do we go from here? Replace Jacob with Kai Leng. And the books would be his ventures with Cerberus(but less as a cringe tryhard) Jacob ultimately added to nothing. He's so fucking boring and unlikable and turns into the stereotypical black guy who cheats on you.

Kai Leng's motivation when it comes to Cerberus would be this. I would say he was a young man who wanted to serve the human race and the alliance but when he saw that the politics of the Alliance kept holding him back from doing the right thing or the greater good,  he saw that Cerberus was the only ones helping humanity.

Remove the cyber ninja aesthetic and combine Soldier, Adapt and Engineer to make him a Cerberus super soldier.

As for Kai Leng. A Leng who has personal history with Shepard has potential, plus Leng being indoctrinated with Cerberus human supremacist beliefs, but also somebody with a moral conscience when it comes to the missing human colonists, somebody emotional that you could agree with or understand, contrasting Miranda as a starting squadmate.

Through the course of ME2, he would grow on you as the rest of the squadmates of ME2 did. His loyalty mission would be centered around our background. If we're a War hero, we hunt down the Batarians who survived Elysium. If we are Sole Survivor, we hunt down the Alliance officer who led their squad to Akuze. If we're Ruthless, we deal with Batarians who want revenge for Torfan who plan on giving human hostages to the Collectors. Throughout their talks, Shepard can convince Leng that Cerberus is wrong and eventually Leng's loyalty with Cerberus begins to wavers, especially after TIM sends them to be ambushed in the Collector ship.

Leng started completely loyal to Cerberus, but when he works with Shepard he sees that Cerberus is wrong, but stayed loyal, but also loyal to Shepard. When The Illusive Man asks Shepard to give the base over and when he/she refuses, he asks Leng to force it. This is where Kai Leng finally stands up to Cerberus. Kai Leng all his life, all he wanted to do is serve and protect humanity. He sees that the humans of the Terminus Systems were proceed into becoming a human Reaper and was horrified and when the man he looked up to for years says we should use what killed the humans, he gets the message we should sacrifice humanity and the costs of uplifting humanity. Kai Leng has had enough. He sees through the illusion of Cerberus and with Miranda tells TIM to fuck off and he stays loyal to Shepard.

Between the events of ME2 and ME3, when Shepard betrays Cerberus, they realize that Kai Leng is probably the strongest link between Shepard and themselves, and try to use him against Shepard. Not as lucky as Miranda, TIM does not want to lose Leng so he captures and indoctrinates Leng, making him an agent, and reprogramming his mind to become somebody he was not before, working mindlessly for TIM, as his first lieutenant in combat, much like Bucky Barnes, we have an emotional connection to Kai Leng before seeing him as a villain in ME3.

The first time we'd see Leng in ME3 is on Earth. We see this lead Cerberus Phantom in a unique mask stalking you and Anderson. And as we're leaving Earth, we see Kai Leng killing Anderson. With Shepard swearing revenge.

Throughout ME3, Leng would be stalking Shepard. Causing trouble as we encounter Cerberus. Trying to kill Eve, activating the bomb on Tuchunka and the attempt on the Council.

He would become the same Kai Leng that we all know and hate but we would be able to sympathize with him more.

When we finally confront him in Priority Citadel, we face him and omni-slash his mask off. We get the reveal. Shepard is shocked, Leng hesitates after hearing Shepard utter his name. Maybe in the Cerberus coup on the Citadel, if his loyalty mission was completed in ME2, he would not kill Thane, out of respect of a former squadmate, and regain conscious thought again for a brief moment to spare him. 

It would also help to explain his inexplicable plot armor. Rather than surviving against the onslaught of Shepard due to plot reasons, he would not be killed, as Shepard still sympathizes with him, and doesn't want to kill him, sparing him and letting him escape, or not being able to fully focus, hoping there's a little bit of the real Kai Leng still in there.

Of course this would lead to multiple outcomes towards the end of the game. He could either be recruited back or un-indoctrinated somehow, but for a good plot he would only be able to turn good again and rejoin the squad way too late in the game, maybe in the last third of the game, like Legion in ME2. Bonus points if you can romance him as Femshep, would still make a better romance carrying on to ME3 than Jacob.

Otherwise, he would have to be killed and could not be saved. I don't think that convincing him to commit suicide like Saren or TIM would work, because it would be too similar to the TIM suicide not too long, and would lose impact because of it. He would have to be fought and killed one last time in combat, and have a tragic end most likely.

If we saved Kai Leng, he would've been transported on the beam. Depending on your reputation and war readiness, Leng can break through the indoctrination and kill The Illusive Man or Leng kills himself, which distracts TIM and Shepard shoots The Illusive Man. If Leng broke through and killed TIM, he apologizes for killing Anderson and being unable to control himself. If you were just friends they hug, if they were LI, they kiss. Leng's fate would be either being aboard the Normandy to put Shepard's plaque on the memorial or finding Shepard's body and bringing him back and then we'd get Shepard putting Anderson's plaque on the Normandy.

SO that's how I would've handled Kai Leng. Making him more connected to Shepard and less of a tryhard edgelord that they made him to be in canon.

[engagemachine]

I saw you write a post once about reading a f/f fanfic and I was wondering if you write it or read it often?

Hi!

Not often, per say, just because I don't really have a female pairing that I love (aside for maybe Harley and Ivy) and over the years I've become quite picky with fanfiction, so currently I only read Star Wars fanfiction at the moment.

But ugh, it's so hard to find good F/F fics! I typically go the genderbent route when I'm looking for one (and honestly, it's been a while since I've looked). I've read one or two great fics where Kylo Ren was a woman, and I can't tell you how much I'd LOVE a good genderbent Joker fic where female!Joker is paired with another woman. My gOSH. That makes me froth at the mouth, you don't even know. I had a dream one time that the Joker was a woman and it changed me, man, I swear. To this day that's one of the scariest Joker dreams I've ever had, and I've had quite a few.

I think Captain Hook is another GREAT character that you could genderbend and do so much with. So much possibility there. I like my women evil, scary, and ruthless, as you can see. 👀

[pulpwriterx]

Meanwhile on Ahch-To...

“Master Luke, what was Ben like, before he was Kylo Anybody?”

When Luke returned to his hut in the morning, Ben and any trace of him were gone.

Luke pretended he knew nothing, and made a cup of tea for himself, and for Rey.

“Ben loves the wild, desolate places of the world. Mountains. Forests. Tundra. Deserts. He comes by it, honestly. He’s a Wookiee.” Leia said.

Rey laughed, a little.

“I’m not kidding. Ben is a member of the Clan Wroshyyr. Chewie is his godfather. Ben has a Wookie name. Kallaurra. Out of the four of us, me, Han, Leia, and Chewie? Chewie did the best job. You know that strange, halting, flat, quality in the way Ben talks? How he growls his words, sometimes? That’s because Basic is not his first language. Shriiyywook is. He said all of his first words in Shriiyywook. He never spoke a word of Basic until he was five and we sent him to school. He understood Basic, and he could already read and write it, but, it’s not his language. Shriiyywook is. Han was OK with it. He encouraged Ben. Do you know what Kallaurra, his Wookiee name means? Wild Man. That was Ben. He was a wild man, and he was his own man, from the time he was a little boy. He went his own way, and along that way? He questioned every tradition, and broke every taboo.”

“Do you think he’s just crazy?”

Luke smiled, in spite of himself.

“Look out at the stars, Rey. Why do they move in their orbits? Why do the suns of a planet rise and set? Why do asteroids crash into each other? Why do meteors flash across the sky, and sometimes fall to the ground? Is it from anger? From madness?”

“No, Master Luke. All those things happen because of the forces of nature.”

“And Ben’s actions are like those heavenly bodies. Driven by the forces of nature. Ben is a force of nature. He is in balance with the raw power of the Force, as it exists, untamed, in nature. Keep looking at the stars. Ben used to tell me, look at the stars, Uncle Luke. The stars belong to me. They are cold and distant. But not to me. And he was right.”

“That’s him.” Rey sighed

“Who?” Luke asked.

“The man you just described? That’s the man I fell in love with. What happened to him?”

Luke shook his head, sorrowfully.

“A great many things. First? There were his mother's expectations. She had his whole life planned out. His Royal Highness, Prince Benjamin Skywalker Organa-Solo. He was going to be the perfect Jedi, the perfect young leader, the perfect fair-haired son of the New Republic. He wasn’t supposed to be a giant behemoth of a man, who was too much like his father and his grandfather to fit in any mold. Nor was he supposed to be a funny, cute, smart but very headstrong and eccentric little boy. Han and I pretty much figured that Big Ben would be going his own way in life by the time he was six. His hair was down to his waist, and he’d scream and break the scissors with the Force if you came near him to cut it. We used to braid his hair, before he went to school. And at home? He wouldn’t wear clothes. Just a pair of underwear, if you were lucky. Like I said, he wanted to be a Wookiee. He wouldn’t speak Basic. Just Shriiyywook. We worked it out. But Ben never really changed.”

“I know. He hates clothes. It’s funny, because when he gets dressed, he wears such elaborate outfits. But he never wears clothes in his house. Not even undershorts. He really hates undershorts. He doesn’t like wearing pants, so why would he want to wear another pair of pants, under his pants. And I had to learn Shriyywook.”

Luke sighed.

“As Ben grew to manhood, I started seeing my nephew as a monster. His obsession with his own duality, and that of his grandfather. He began to adopt this outlaw iconoclast persona. Whatever it was? Ben was against it. Then there were his heretical leanings toward the Grey Path. And his vows? Forget vows. Not my nephew, the king of taboo. He would sit, and read copies of the Jedi texts, and understand them. And laugh and ask me, are they serious? Jedi are supposed to take vows of chastity, and honesty. To have control over their emotions. Ben sold cigarillos, wine, and rubbers from his father’s smuggling operation out of my father’s TIE Fighter, his personal vehicle. I remember, once, he was changing the oil on it, and he explained to me why he was a Grey Jedi, and why that was the only thing that made sense, and it almost convinced me. No, Ben was always honest. It was chastity he couldn’t manage.”

Luke laughed, shaking his head.

“I got Ben when he was 13. And he was already girl-crazy. All ready to fall in love and get laid. Because Ben’s a nice boy, he has to fall for a girl before she can have him. Ben lost his virginity when he was 16 to his mother’s Kesshiri secretary, who was 37. Ben was crazy about Minerva. He thought it would be forever. I think Leia should have at least fired her, even though Ben was the age of consent. They had an affair for a year, and then she married a diplomat from her home planet and walked out of Ben’s life. He was crushed. After that? He went looking for love in all the wrong places. Any of my female students who were curious about their resident Rebel Angel? Let’s just say, Ben never failed to satisfy their curiosity. He didn’t listen to me when I tried to stop him. He really thought he meant something to these girls. Especially one he had gone to school with. After all, they meant something to him. He was so crushed when I had to break it up, with his old school friend, and she blamed him because she thought I'd expel her.”

“But it wasn’t all Kylo’s fault!” Rey protested.

“That’s what I told her. It takes two, I told them, and I suspended all three girls. And Ben, too, for a month. He was gone for six months. Even Han couldn’t find him. The betrayal by his fellow student, his girl? It just crushed him. Finally, he showed up shaggy, unshaven, dirty and drunk, with broken knuckles, a dirty shirt with half the buttons gone, sporting a fresh blaster scar on his shoulder, and a black eye. The occasion? His 21st birthday party. He and Leia had a huge fight, and she told him she was going to pull him out of the Jedi Temple and have his father rent him by the hour out of the spaceport garage next to the cantina in Mos Eisley, if all he was going to do with his life was drink, fight, hustle contraband around the Galaxy and lay pipe to more women with less discretion that any cheap spaceport gigolo.”

Rey laughed.

“Master Leia said that to Ben?”

“She did. I was there. He never spoke to her again, after that, but I think he took it to heart. And you made an honest man of him, in the end.”

“He did listen to his mother. I was…well I would have…I was interested in Ben before he let on that he was interested in me. And you know, I was, um, a little pushy about it. And he told me that he was going to treat me with respect, and give us some time to get to know each other, because he knew what it was like to be used. It’s fun at first, and you really think they like you. But when you find out you’ve been used and then you get discarded? It hurts.”

“It hurt him. Badly. I used to get so angry with him about the TIE Fighter, and the smuggling, and the girls. He didn’t trust me to tell me how the Dark Side, how Snoke was stalking him. That he had to get away from the Temple, to get away from Snoke. He had been so troubled. I went to check on him, that night and I felt the Dark Side all around him. I thought he had given himself over to it. That was when I attacked him. But Ben didn’t let Snoke kill all of his fellow students. Guess who he saved? The very women who had thrown him under the speeder bus.”

“Well, he did forgive me for maiming his face, and trying to kill him, seconds after I did it.”

“The boy is a mystery to me. In some ways? He always has been. I never really knew what to do with him. I mean, how do you teach a six and a half foot tall force of nature who has been using the Force since he was a toddler in a crib to open the cupboard and get the cookies?”

Rey laughed.

She put her teacup down.

“You know I’m going to the Supremacy. You know you can’t stop me.”

“I’m not even going to try.”

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[anatee]

Fantasy | Kylo Ren x Reader Smut

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

Word count: 4.3K

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

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

"Why did you invite me here?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You've been on my mind recently."

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

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

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

"You mean Admiral Fando?" 

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

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

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

She cleared her throat eventually. "Why?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She gave in.

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

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

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

They both felt that question between their legs.

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

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

"You could have not entered my thoughts."

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

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

"Let's meet again soon."

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

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

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

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

"Where are you headed?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What's going on?" Fando frowned.

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

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

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

"Follow me."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You underestimate me as well, Kylo."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Kylo... Please..."

That's what he wanted to hear.

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

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

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

As she expected, he did not buy it.

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

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

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

He smiled with satisfaction. "As I thought."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You're so right."

[renstardust]

Daddy Lessons

Kylo Ren x Reader

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 3,103

Warnings: Pregnancy, Mentions of Non-Con, Mentions of Kidnapping, Brief Mention of Vomit, Oral Sex

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Kylo Ren was a patient man.

Patient enough to keep a straight face beneath his mask whenever you swung at him, when you screamed, when you protested, when you threw various items. He was a man who had a bite bigger than his bark, with the ability to pin you against the wall or have you face-down on his bed without making a sound.

He knew that you’d be difficult for the first few weeks, it’s not like you came here willingly. And he was willing to wait until you finally fucking admitted that your life on the Supremacy was a thousand times better than your life back on the cesspool that was Daiyu.

The first few days sucked when he had you leashed to the headboard of his bed, the beskar chain just long enough for you to use the bathroom when you needed. He hand-fed you meals you had never heard of, expensive, incredibly seasoned foods. The same hands that stroked your hair, that squeezed your throat when you would talk back or spit at him, that violated you several times a day, sometimes even in your sleep.

You often wondered what he looked like behind that mask - you knew he was human at least, because of those warm, alabaster hands with long, thick fingers that stuffed your pussy and kept you feeling full for hours.

All you knew was that Kylo Ren was fucking ruthless, a man who didn’t take no for an answer, a man who took you for the sake of his own entertainment, who killed for work and for sport. He was sick and he knew it, shameless whenever he fucked you and shut you up with a Force compulsion.

But the worst part was that you were starting to like him.

And then, he was gone.

A three-month long mission, he explained, leaving you in his quarters with nothing but a holotv and two of his knights who stayed behind. Ushar and Kuruk took turns checking on you several times a day, bringing you meals and updating Kylo about you on the daily. At least you weren’t leashed, and you could finally take bubble baths without worrying about him storming in and groping you beneath the water.

Your mind often wandered, curious as to what your fate would be if Kylo’s mission failed and he never made it back home. You worried about the future, unsure of what was to become of you even if he did make it back. Would he eventually get bored of you and drop you off on some desert planet? Would he ever take off his mask, and when? Was he planning on having a future with you that would ever be…normal?

Sixteen days after Kylo’s departure, you woke up in the middle of the night, immediately finding yourself rushing to the toilet as you leaned over it and emptied your dinner’s contents from earlier. As if on cue, Ushar let himself inside, standing in the doorway of the bathroom as you lowered the toilet’s lid, resting your cheek against it.

“I’ll have Medbay send a nurse,” Ushar spoke lowly, watching you with the same impossible-to-read expression behind his mask as Kylo would.

“No, it’s fine,” You whispered shakily. “Just…give me a few minutes.”

Ushar sighed, pulling out his datapad and typing away, ignoring your request.

“Ushar-“

“Master Ren said to have a nurse check you if you exhibit any signs of illness or injury, Miss Ren.”

You fought the urge to roll your eyes, both at his statement and at the name he often addressed you as despite your protests.

A few minutes passed, your nausea finally fading away, your body feeling surprisingly normal again once you had gotten yourself up from the bathroom floor and brushed your teeth. You made your way out of the bathroom, Ushar sitting in one of Kylo’s lounge chairs as a nurse finished setting up a scanning device.

“I’m going to check your vitals, ma’am. You may sit wherever is most comfortable.”

You nodded at her words, finding yourself back on Kylo’s bed, sitting comfortably near the pillows. The nurse held the scanning device in her hand, running it over your forehead and down to your navel a few times, the blue holographic light on it drawing your attention. You missed seeing colors, the Supremacy was constantly drowning in dark slates and Kylo’s quarters were no exception. His black silk sheets, black leather chairs, black marble bathroom and black wardrobe of clothing were nearly identical in hue to the expanse of deep, dark space just outside of the windows.

A few soft beeps sounded in the silent room, the nurse glancing down at her datapad and looking over the results.

“You seem to have a normal temperature, nothing seems to be out of the ordin- oh.”

You spoke up as her face paled. “Oh?”

“Is there a problem?” Ushar watched like a hawk from his seat, cocking his head. The nurse’s hands shook as she gave him the datapad, letting him scan over the results as well.

A beat, then a deep chuckle.

“I see.”

“What?” You furrowed your eyebrows, throwing your hands up. “I would like to know what’s wrong with my body.”

“Well, it seems that you are, um…” The nurse hesitated, gathering her words.

“You are with child, Miss Ren.”

You could already feel the smirk behind Ushar’s mask. You could have sworn your heart stopped. You couldn’t recall when you had last taken a breath of air.

“I’ll alert Master Ren immediately,” Ushar stood up, unlocking his data pad as you finally choked out a word.

“…No.”

Ushar’s gaze snapped up at you as the nurse began packing her things, making a quiet exit.

“No?”

“Don’t…h-he just left- it’s only been two weeks-“

“This would be far more important to him than the mission, Miss Ren.”

“Ushar, please,” You begged, your eyes beginning to fill up with tears. “Just let me have this one thing. I’ll tell him when he’s back.”

“We cannot keep secrets from Master Ren. Especially regarding your health-”

“Please.” A single tear began rolling down your cheek, stopping at your jawline and dripping onto the soft comforter below. “I haven’t had control over my life in months…my body, this… baby, is the one thing I have left. Let me tell him after the mission.”

A beat. Then, a deep sigh.

“Okay.”

-

Three months passed by rather quickly.

You had taken two more pregnancy tests immediately after your revelation with the nurse and Ushar, just to be sure. Both of them came up as positive, but you still struggled to comprehend that there was a living thing growing inside of your womb.

A fetus that was half of him.

You started to believe it more by the second month of Kylo’s absence. Your breasts were extra tender and were beginning to get more swollen, you had mood swings that Ushar and Kuruk had to unfortunately deal with, your period stopped showing up, and you felt more tired than usual despite the fact that the only physical activity you did in Kylo’s quarters was an occasional set of sit-ups, push-ups, or masturbating.

Not that your fingers could satisfy you the way his would. Or his mouth. Or his…no, gross. You’re still a hostage, remember?

Loneliness began settling in by the third month, and you loathed it. Your pregnancy hormones made you feel extra sensitive, extra needy, and you couldn’t stand the way you somewhat craved his presence when you laid alone in that ginormous bed each night.

But one morning, after you stepped out of the shower, you saw a change in yourself as you glanced at the mirror that you hadn’t noticed even just the day before. Your skin had an extra glow to it, warmth touching it and making you look healthier than ever. Your lower abdomen had a small, but noticeable bump that you could have sworn wasn’t there a day ago. Your breasts were fuller, as were your lips, and your hair was shinier, longer.

You felt…. beautiful?

That heavy feeling of loneliness lifted just a smidge as you placed the palm of your hand on your little baby bump, chewing on your bottom lip. You remembered that you weren’t as alone as you’d thought.

-

“You’ll be able to find out the sex in a few weeks, Miss Ren.”

The nurse, who’s name you’d discovered was Alaia, scanned your belly carefully as you sat on your usual place on the neatly-made bed, a form-fitting but comfortable dress clothing your body. The soft, grey fabric accentuated your curves and your bump, stopping at about mid-calf on you.

“That’s really…wow,” You trailed off, eyeing the datapad in her other hand at the ultrasound. You could see the growing fetus, so small but already developing so quickly. “I can’t believe that twelve weeks have already gone by.”

“I couldn’t believe it when I was carrying my son either,” Alaia chuckled, eyeing the ultrasound carefully. “It’s even crazier when you see them go off to college.”

“Oh gods, don’t make me think about that,” You furrowed your eyebrows, placing your hand on your belly instinctively. “One day at a time.”

She smiled softly. “Exactly, there is no need to think that far ahead, dear. Take it one day at a time and savor every moment.”

“I will. Thank you.”

“It’s my pleasure, Miss Ren. And I’m sure that the Supreme Leader is just itching to get home to you.”

Your face fell slightly as her words, almost forgetting the inevitable that was constantly lingering. The obvious tension that continued to float in the air between you and Ushar. Kylo still doesn’t know.

“He, um,” You whispered softly, wringing your hands together. “I still haven’t told him.”

“Oh?” Her eyes widened.

“You…you won’t tell him, right?”

Alaia gave you an empathetic look, shaking her head.

“Of course not, Miss Ren. That is between you and him. Besides, breaking patient confidentiality would cost me my job, possibly even my life. That rule applies for all of my patients.”

You nodded. “Thank you.”

Alaia smiled, giving the ultrasound and your vitals one last lookover.

“The baby looks very healthy, as do you. Keep taking those prenatal vitamins and try not to stress too much.”

Before you could open your mouth to respond, the door to your quarters swung open, heavy footsteps storming into the room. Kylo stopped in the threshold that separated the bedroom area from the kitchen and living room area, his chest heaving.

“Get out. Now.”

His voice in the vocoder of his mask spat like venom as he addressed Alaia, who was quickly packing her things, making her exit. Hearing him again felt unreal - the sound itself brought chills to your arms and to the back of your neck. Your entire body shivered involuntarily as you took in his appearance for the first time in three months, and it was somewhat comforting to see that he looked pretty much the same as he did when he left, not that the mask could look much different anyways.

Kylo’s body looked exhausted, and depraved, his hands in tight fists, knuckles white from the tension begging to snap. Your lips parted and you scrambled to stand up, Ushar rushing in behind him a few seconds later, coming to a screeching halt at the entrance at his Master’s presence.

“Master.”

“Make your exit, Ushar. We’ll discuss this later.”

You stared at the two of them incredulously, your hands grazing your bump, a comforting habit you had. Ushar turned hesitantly, knowing not to push his Master’s orders any further, shutting the door behind him as he went out into the hall.

“You didn’t think,” Kylo began, taking his steps in your direction. “That the moment my ship got back into this fucking region of the galaxy , I wouldn’t sense you?”

Your body shook like a wet kitten.

“I-…I was going to-“

“Tell me? But it what, slipped your mind?” Kylo stopped just a few feet in front of you, mask looming down, towering over you as he drank you in. “It slipped you, and Ushar’s , minds that you were fucking pregnant? With my child?”

That, was precisely what made you snap.

“Your fucking child?” Your eyes narrowed as you feebly attempted to stand your ground, staring deep into the metal ridges of his mask. “The child that I’ve been carrying, that I’ve been developing, inside of my body?”

“Watch it.”

“Or what?” You challenged him, stepping forward. “You’ll smack me around, you’ll fuck me against my will again? You don’t scare me anymore, Kylo. I kept this fucking secret because it was the one thing that I had for myself. You have the entire kriffing galaxy in your hands, including me, and I don’t even get choices anymore!”

His fists relaxed at his sides as you took his unusual silence as a notion to continue.

“So yes, I kept it a secret. Because for the three months you were gone, I wanted to feel like I had the smallest, tiniest bit of control over my life again. And I am certainly not going to let a man whose face I haven’t even seen, by the way, disrespect me for wanting to feel human again.”

Kylo stared at you, a moment of silence happening between the two of you as you briefly pondered if you had just spoken your last words. The dull, comforting sound of the Supremacy hummed like white noise, before being disrupted by the clicking sound of an air release, which you quickly realized was his helmet.

Coming off of his head.

In front of you.

Your shoulders slumped and your eyes widened as you drank in his appearance for the first time, a thousand realizations flooding into your mind. Realizations about the fact that you’d been fucked by this man, about how beautiful your child was going to be, about how grateful you were to know that he truly was human.

His whiskey-colored eyes held a warmth that made your chest ache, full, pink lips, an aquiline nose that made your thighs threaten to squeeze together. His hair fell close to his shoulders, dark waves of onyx that looked incredibly well-maintained, soft, even.

Kylo Ren was fucking unbelievable.

“I figured that some time apart would have been good for us,” He finally spoke, his unmodified voice softening, making your lashes flutter. “That’s why I accepted the mission. To give you some space, to let you be with yourself for a few months so you’d feel less, less-“

“S- um, suffocated?” You stuttered, already irritated at yourself for feeling nervous around him now. Gods, get yourself together.

“Yes. I should’ve considered the probability of this happening, though…” Kylo broke his stare from your eyes and directed his gaze to your little bump.

“You would’ve cut the mission short if I’d let Ushar tell you.”

He focused on the bump, his fingertips gently grazing it through your dress fabric.

“Of course I would’ve.”

“I wasn’t going to let you do that.” You whispered, your voice trembling as he stroked you, closing his eyes for a moment. He was doing something with the Force, probably reaching out to your kid who was currently floating idly in amniotic fluid. Sensing them. A bit of jealousy tugged at your hormonal mind.

“You better not be securing your place as their favorite parent with that mind stuff you do.”

Kylo chuckled, his eyes blinking open and locking onto yours. “Relax, little one. I was just getting a feel for them.”

“So,” Your eyes involuntarily darted between his and his lips. “You’re not mad? About…this?”

“The only thing I was upset about was that I couldn’t be here to watch over the two of you for the last few months.”

“Well,” You whispered, watching as he lowered down to his knees, trying to ignore the fluttering sensation in your chest from the sight of him this way. “You’re here now, and I’ve had a great nurse, and the knights have been helpful, and…I’m sorry for not telling you sooner.”

Kylo’s hands cupped the sides of your bump as he pressed his lips against it, digging his nose into you. Something about the sight of you pregnant, the feeling of his child growing inside of you, had the scariest man in the galaxy on his knees, in a daze of absolute awe.

“Let me make it up to you for storming in earlier.”

He mumbled against the fabric of your dress, toying with the hem near your calves and slipping his hands up, pulling the bottom of your dress up. You hated how easily you ached for his touch now, not realizing how horny your hormones could make you until his hands felt like fire on your skin.

“D-don’t you have to speak to Ushar- fuck, ” You whispered when his hand reached your panties, his thumb pressing against your clit through the cotton.

“I’m p-pretty sure he’s waiting outside the door-“

Kylo hummed, lifting your dress high enough to drape over his head as he tugged your panties down, exposing your cunt.

“Ushar can wait.”

His thick fingers gripped your thighs, guiding you to take a few steps back, until you were forced to sit on the bed, leaning back into a lying position.

“I- um- ohhh…”

You scrambled to move your dress fabric more as you tugged at his soft hair, a moan slipping out of you as Kylo sucked on your clit, his tongue swiping along every bit, every crevice of your lower regions. He growled against your cunt, the vibrations in his throat making your hips buck.

“You look so fucking pretty, your tummy getting full with our baby, don’t you?” He groaned against you, eliciting a sweet hum of confirmation from your lips. One of his hands slid north, pawing at your breast, the tenderness making you dizzy.

“A little dream, all for daddy?”

“Mhmm…” You whimpered again, gasping as he went down on you, savoring every bit of your cunt like it was his first meal since the mission. It probably was.

Ushar left his waiting post outside of the door the moment he heard your muffled whining and Kylo’s hips slapping against you. He decided to send Kylo a quick text instead, making his way to the cantina that was a short elevator ride down.

DATPD 08179:

Congratulations, Master.

We knew you could get it up.

Sent 17:36

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The dress: https://skims.com/products/soft-lounge-long-slip-dress-heather-grey?variant=34535377404036&glCountry=US&glCurrency=USD&gclid=CjwKCAjwrZOXBhACEiwA0EoRD7a9iyzIX0-ZA9eRbgyADJqz4OLPMJglsAPYqERw6ZqVImp-MvGrqxoCeVUQAvD_BwE

[benslittlestarkiller]

Body Electric

♠ Kylo Ren x Reader: Mafia AU ♠

They were all dangerous but he was something else, there was a lethal ferocity about him. Would you be able to take his dark passion and survive unscathed?

Warning: NSFW content, piv sex, oral sex

Word Count: 3,414

The music thrums through your body as you dance on the stage, your hips sway to the beat. The shouts and catcalls of appreciative onlookers fill your ears and it thrills you. You work as a dancer at Club Vulptex, one of the most exclusive clubs in the city, run by the ruthless First Order syndicate. Despite the dangers, dancing at the club is a fun and easy way to pay the bills while you are finishing up graduate school. 

Tonight the club is hosting a private party for the underboss and heir of the First Order, who styles himself as “Kylo Ren”. His real identity is a mystery, but there are rumors that he is the estranged son of a high profile politician. You have seen him in the club many times before but never interacted with him, much to your relief. It is common knowledge that he is ruthless, an inhumane killer who has a temper that burns anyone who causes it to spark alight. Thankfully, you’ve never seen anything dangerous happen at the club and hope you never will. 

You feel a little nervous when you spot him at a table drinking with a group of his cronies. They all laugh at something, but he remains cold and emotionless. You continue to watch him for a while as you dance but then his eyes catch yours and a chill runs through you. But no, he can’t be looking at you. You shrug yourself out of your musings and continue to focus on your dancing. To lighten your tense mood (this is a party after all!) you motion for a couple of party goers to join you onstage for a dance. As you dance between them, you notice one of them, a red-headed man dressed in fancy clothes, has the First Order insignia tattooed on his neck. He must be the consigliere, the third most powerful in the syndicate. He moves his body close to you and you grind up against him in response. He titters with a nervous squeak which makes you choke back surprised laughter. You weren’t expecting that reaction but you can’t be caught laughing at the consigliere!  As you engage both men in your sultry dance, you feel a shiver run down your spine again as if someone is looking at you. You turn your head to see…Kylo Ren. You shrug off the feeling (the heir would never have an interest in some random dancer) and continue having fun and making sure the revelers are enjoying themselves. 

After some time, your boss motions to you and two other girls to come over to her. When you all are at her side she hands you each a bottle of chilled champagne and explains that the underboss has requested that a few of the girls go to the VIP room to entertain. You feel a little nervous at being chosen, you’re about to come into close contact with one of the most powerful members of the First Order. You follow your boss and fellow dancers to the VIP room. 

Inside you see the heir and a few other members of the gang gathered together. Your eyes are drawn to Kylo Ren immediately. Up close you have a better chance to observe him. He isn’t handsome but there is something alluring about his features. He commands attention with the unsettling intensity of his obsidian black eyes and the scar running across his face. This isn’t the first time you wonder how he got it. His eyes fix on you and you feel another shock. This time you know he’s looking at you. You and the other girls take your places at the dancing poles around the room and begin your usual routine. You gyrate your body to the music, losing yourself in the dance. Gripping the pole, you spin around wrapping your legs around the metal rod. You brace yourself with your legs and lean back, lowering your torso down slowly. Your eyes catch Kylo Ren's again and you see a smirk on his face. This show of emotion makes you blush. As you continue to dance you begin to solely focus on him watching his reactions to how you move your body. His dark eyes are hard to read but you see them travel up and down your body. As the song transitions into something slower and more sensual you drop down into splits and lean forward to gesture at him with a crook of your finger. You see him raise one questioning eyebrow but he seems to find it amusing. He stands and saunters over to you. The way he walks is like a panther; each step is elegant and deliberate. You raise yourself up slowly running your hands up your body, teasing him as you draw attention to your curves. When he stops in front of you, you are surprised by how tall he is, even with your platform shoes on, he still towers over you. “You wanted me?” He asks. 

You meet his sharp gaze with a penetrating look of your own,“What I wanted is to wish you a happy birthday.” 

“How … thoughtful of you,” His eyes move down your face to rest on your lips, “Tell me, do I get a birthday kiss as well?” 

You blush a little at the thought of kissing him. His status as the underboss and his profession as a mafioso frightened you but the thought of kissing this powerful man, of having his attention focused on you, also thrilled you. You fixate on his lips, his mouth is set in an uncharacteristic smile, it unnerves you... It also excites you. You don’t know where this flirtation will lead but you think you can enjoy it while it lasts. 

You lean forward, pretending to be deep in thought. You tap your chin playfully. Then you smile at him with a saucy look, “Maybe, if you’re good…” you say with a wink.  You turn away and pretend to go back to your dancing… Hoping… Then, he takes hold of your hand. You stumble but he braces you with a large hand on each of your shoulders. His skin is rough on yours. His fingers lightly ghost along the straps of your bustier. He’s so close you feel the heat of his body on your back and you resist the urge to lean back. 

“I can show you how good I can be,” he says in a low growl, “Come with me to a private room?” His hot breath tickles the skin of your neck and you shiver slightly.

You know exactly what he wants. You had been propositioned before but you always politely, and other times not so politely, turned them down. But this man, he was different even from his fellow gang members. They were all dangerous but he was something else, there was a lethal ferocity about him. He moves with confidence and each action no matter how small seems deliberate. He doesn’t waste his time. He would fuck someone hard, leave them unable to have anyone else but him. Despite his looks he was rumored to be a heartbreaker. Would you be able to take his dark passion and survive unscathed? Oh, you wanted to try, and maybe just one night wouldn’t be so bad. This is just a silly flirtation, no one thrilled you like he did. You can feel your insides turn to jelly just from the look on his face. You turn around and say one word, “Yes.”

He holds his hand for you to take and he guides you to the back of the room, hidden behind a curtain is a door which he unlocks with a key. He leads you down a hallway and through a myriad of doors and elevators to a luxurious room. You had heard the club had a couple of suites for the exclusive use of the First Order elites. The room was gorgeous with plush carpets and a king sized bed with silk sheets. Across from you the window stretches from wall to wall. In a moment of excited wonder you run to the window. The view is breathtaking, the city lights shimmer like hundreds of stars. 

As you appreciate the view Kylo Ren comes up behind you wrapping his arms around your waist. You lean back into his warmth and he lowers his head to leave a trail of hot kisses on your neck. His hair tickles the side of your face and you breathe in, he smells like vodka and smoke. One of his hands moves up to cup your breast, massaging it through your bustier. The other hand moves down your front, ghosting along the curves and valleys of your torso, leaving a trail of fire in its wake. His hand plays at the waistband of your skimpy skirt, the little movements are like a promise for more. Then he moves lower, to the sensitive skin of your inner thigh, he massages yoU, leaving circles that slowly lead up and up… until they reach your core. His touch awakens a fierce desire in you.  He strokes your slit, through the fabric of your thong. You can feel his fingers press into you, teasing you through the silk. You want him to touch you more, deeper and harder. All the while he keeps kissing your neck.

Then his fingers move past the fabric to touch your flesh. He caresses your clit drawing circles around the bud, leaving you wanting, but you know you are already wet. His fingers move down to lightly trace your folds before entering your core. His finger strokes you, “You’re already so wet,” He says with a whisper against your skin. You feel his teeth gently rake across your flesh before he bites down hard. You let out a moan. Each touch of his feels intense, even the lightest graze of his fingertips sends electricity through you. You grind up against him, and feel his hardening erection pressed against your backside. God, you want this. You want him more than you’ve ever wanted someone before. You run your hands up his thighs but he stops what he’s doing and takes hold of your wrists. He laughs a little then gently nips at the lobe of your ear, “Not yet, I still haven’t shown you how good I can be.” 

With those words he releases you and places his hands on your shoulders, lowering them to bring down the straps of your bustier. All the while he kisses a trail from your neck down to the spine of your back. His lips stop at the clasp of your bustier. You feel the tickle of hot breath on your skin and a tugging and after a few moments your bra unclasps and he throws it to the side. He keeps moving lower and lower until he is kneeling behind you. He lifts your skirt and rips your flimsy thong off you. There is shock and pain. He better buy you a new pair. but then all thoughts leave you as he kisses the back of your thigh his touch burns. You are too aware of him and his sinful fingers once again begin to stroke your slit. You press yourself up against the glass of the window to brace yourself. His fingers are warm as they trace your slick folds.

“I want the entire city to see how I fuck you with my fingers and my mouth. I want them to see that I’ve done this to you,” he says in a rough voice. His words are just as arousing as his touch and you want this. It sends tingles through you. You want the city to know that in this moment you’re his. You want him to touch you more, fuck your pussy with his fingers and then with his cock. 

You feel him grab hold of your hips pulling you back as his tongue replaces his fingers as he begins to stroke your clit. Electricity shoots through you with each caress of his tongue. The movements of his tongue grows faster and you let out little moans of pleasure as he increases the pressure of his strokes. He is ravenous consuming you as if he is some kind of demon devouring your very essence. You start to feel a tingling pressure building in your core as you become solely focused on the feel of him. Then he inserts one finger into your slit, then another. His fingers are thick and large. He moves them in a steady rhythm, paying attention to each moan and each quiver of your body. His fingers increase speed and you can feel pleasure growing larger in your core. You feel frantic. It’s all too much, the movement of his fingers, the feel of his tongue… and then you see stars as you come. You scream his name. It’s like you are the only two beings in the galaxy. Your body shivers and you feel that you would fall if you didn’t have the glass to lean against. 

As you come down from your high, he strokes your thighs and you hear him laugh. You swear he must be smirking, the bastard. You haven’t had an orgasm like that in a long time, maybe ever. You never dreamed it would be the underboss of the First Order eating you out in a private room. You knew just being entangled with him was dangerous, but you didn’t want it to end. 

He kisses his way back up your back to resume his exploration of your neck. His kisses are more eager and he grazes his teeth against your sensitive skin. He cups your breasts in his hand, massaging them while circling your nipples with his thumb. “You feel so good in my hands,” he tells you, “and you taste even better than I could have imagined. I could get drunk on you.”

His words make you blush. You already feel drunk on him, “I think you’ve earned your birthday kiss,” you say. 

You turn around to face him and his lips crash down on yours in a violent kiss. He invades your mouth with his tongue, caressing and exploring every inch of you. You taste yourself in his kiss. It’s strange but you find it erotic. When he pulls away you are both gasping for air. His eyes are wild and you see yourself reflected in them, lustful and in disarray. No one has ever made you feel this way, “Now, on your knees,” his voice rumbles the command. 

You kneel before him, anticipation and desire welling in your stomach. You unzip his pants, pulling them down along with his boxers. His cock is bigger than you thought it would be and you unconsciously lick your lips. It looks painfully large, you take in the girth and the prominent veins. You grip his cock in your hand. You can barely wrap your hand around him. You lick his length from the tip to the base and then back up again. He tastes salty and something else you can’t describe, but you want more. You smear his precum over the tip then take him into your mouth. You look up at him as you circle your tongue around the tip of his cock. His eyes are so dark with desire and the intensity scares you and thrills you. You watch his reaction as you suck and stroke the sensitive head before taking him deeper. His mouth is open and little pants of desire escape his lips. You quicken your pace, taking him deeper and deeper, but you can’t take him to the hilt. The room fills with squelching and moans. His breathing gets shallower and Then he grabs your hair in his fist. He fucks your mouth at a punishing pace until he finds his release. Warm cum fills your mouth and the taste of him is bitter. His cum and your saliva dribble down your chin. You wipe it off your face and lick his cum, all the while you watch each other like two animals in a dangerous mating game. 

You’re shocked to see that he is still hard. He grabs you and pulls you up for another desperate kiss. The flavors of your release and his mix and you can barely contain yourself. You whimper. You need more of him. This little taste is not enough. You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him closer. His large body is hot and damp with sweat but you press yourself closer. Your kiss breaks and you rest your head on his shoulder, “Fuck me,” you say in a voice so unlike your own. He growls and lifts you up, supporting your weight in his arms and you wrap your legs around his waist. His cock brushes your slit and you gasp, that same electricity and desire surge. He positions himself at your entrance and guides you down on his cock, filling you with him in one brutal and wild thrust. You let out a visceral moan as he stretches you. You feel so full and finally content. You are as close as you can be. 

You feel him move forward, then your back hits the glass window. He thrusts into you again, and you feel the contrast of the cold glass at your back and his hot body at your front you pull him even closer as gives you another hard thrust, and then another. The two of you find a rhythm at a brutal pace. With each thrust you feel yourself blending into him, becoming one. You can’t even remember a time without the feeling of him. Time loses its meaning as pleasure becomes the only anchor in your world. The roughness of his hands on your skin, the fullness of your cunt, the feel of his length as it moves in you, that’s all that matters in this moment. Then he angles his hips and he hits you in a place you never thought could feel that good. Another visceral moan escapes you. He keeps thrusting, hitting that sweet spot, and your pleasure builds and builds. It flows in you like a raging sea and it drives you mad until finally you cum hard. Your muscles flex and draw the release out of him as well. You feel his seed fill you and as he pulls out it drips out of you.

You are both unsteady as you move to the bed to collapse on the soft coverlet. He pulls you to him and you wrap your arms around his thick torso. The two of you are silent for a while and you drift in between wakefulness and sleep. Then the sound of his husky voice brings you back to him.

“Every time I visited the club I couldn’t help but watch you dance. You were so carefree and happy when you danced. It captivated me, you still do.” You sit yourself up and look down at him. You observe this man. He is a ruthless killer, a criminal, a crime lord, but at this moment he looks so young and vulnerable. 

Your eyes meet and you see the earnest desire and something more. Something that is too soon for you to understand. You reach out and brush the hair from his face. He is so warm and so real, but everything still feels like a dream. He takes your hand in his and places a tender kiss on your palm before he continues, “I knew I had to have that light, to have you… I thought that maybe if I was with you could finally feel that way too.”

You frown, caught off guard by his words. “Are you so unhappy?” You ask him. 

“Not right now. Not if you take my hand.”

The vulnerability in his voice makes your heart ache, if only you could steal his pain away. You lean down to kiss him on his lips. The feeling is so tender but pierced with sorrow. You want to take this man in your arms and keep him from whatever pain he faces. You don’t know if you will ever ease his pain, but as long as You have him, You will try. In the dark underbelly of his world, the only thing either of you could hope to do is try. Maybe one day you both would finally see the light.

[friendlyneighborhooddolan]

warnings: This story has some descriptive stuff. Age gap (7 years). Sexual and graphic things, alcohol and drug use. Trigger warning for this chapter: alcohol and drug abuse.

pairing: Kylo Ren x reader

summary: one gets drunk, the other gets jelaous.

word count: 1.5 K

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A/N: One more chapter of angst after this one, and we're good for a bit. Stick out for a little bit and then we're okay. Anyways, happy reading!

Chapter nine

They didn’t speak after what happened. For a week.

Y/N’s classes started on Monday and Kylo saw her once, an awkward smile and a greeting muttered. 

He could, at times, see her leaving her house in the evenings, her dress too short and her heels too tall – her laughter revealing her tipsiness when her friends joked about something. He could also see her coming back those evenings, her lipstick smudged and her hair messy – and he wished he was the one convicted of that. 

His job sought him, so he had to get his hands dirty these days. His friends noticed him being more ruthless, more aggressive. They noticed him pining, but they couldn’t really understand why. His knuckles bruised, his hair messy, he wasn’t himself. 

He started the destructive behavior again, and Cardo noticed it when the man snorted a white line from the back of his hand while they were driving to yet another meeting. 

“Kylo, what happened with the girl?” The man spoke, knowing Kylo like the back of his hand. 

Kylo sighed. 

“What do you mean, Cardo?” Kylo’s hands found home on his lap, his right playing with a ring on his left thumb.

“Kylo, last time you snorted that much coke was… Never. What the hell is going on, man? Did she leave you, what?”

“Cardo, shut the fuck up. You don’t want to anger me, not now.”

Cardo kept his mouth shut, knowing that his friend was agitated because of the job, but he also knew something was wrong. He wasn’t Kylo’s underdog for no reason. 

He nodded in response, looking through the window.

– 

The next time Y/N saw Kylo, it was Friday. She was sitting on her front porch, her friend drinking a pina colada and talking about boy problems – as if Y/N didn’t have them too.

“Hannah, I think you always fall for the wrong guys,” she answered, listening to Hannah’s rambling about how she thought that this guy was special, but after they slept together, he ghosted her. It was a story Y/N heard at least a thousand times before – from Hannah alone.

The girl’s blue eyes met her glance, and Y/N sighed, hugging her best friend.

“It will be okay, H. It will, I know you’ll find the right one.”

And then she heard the sound of a motorcycle parking across the street, and she removed herself from her friend’s hug.

Kylo Ren was taking his helmet off – and Y/N thought she could sing about this moment for decades alone. He let his stubble grow a bit, and Y/N thought he was even more beautiful like this.

He shook his unruly hair into submission, sparing a glance to Y/N’s house – and there she was. The protagonist and the antagonist in the story of his life. The girl who could fix him and break him with three words. 

What’s a boy, to a goddess? His heart is a harp and she plays with its strings. She cradles him like moonlight, sings him a lullaby. He kisses her and his mind is delirious with stars. His lips come away rosen, blooming open.  

An university degree, numerous books and a thousand articles and he still made mistakes while reading. She wrote him “Good morning” and he read it as “I love you”.

He choked on such longing he couldn’t spit out. I guess desire is very different when God bore you hungry.

He redirected his gaze.

– 

In the evening, the loud laughter and music and yelling was heard from across the street and Kylo had no intentions of going there and making them all regret not letting him sleep. He couldn’t bear it if he saw Angel again. No, he had to endure this. This was a part of his penance, he thought.

He went on his front porch, lighting a cigarette.

And he saw her. Her greenwhitebrown dress frilled around her as she passed a blunt to a boy her age, laughing at him. She was nestled in between his legs, her head laying on his chest and Kylo couldn’t help but to feel his skin almost turning green. He wanted to punch the man, but when she gazed up at him, her smile not faltering once, he sighed. 

And then the guy looked down upon her, getting lower and lower and lower – and Kylo stood abruptly, extinguishing the cigarette and slamming his front door. 

He shouldn’t torture himself. As much as he wanted to pay for his wrongdoings, he couldn’t – he shouldn’t watch her being intimate with another.

– 

Y/N didn’t see anything that happened across the street, and she melted into Vicrul’s warm, inviting lips. She turned around, holding his face, her hands coming up to tangle themselves into the dark locks – but Vicrul had a buzzcut. Goddammit, the only man she knew with dark, soft locks – No.

She moves away from Vicrul softly, muttering out an apology, leaving him there on the grass.

Three knocks. Kylo was sitting on his couch, contemplating if he should open it, but he did. 

“Angel,” he sighed out, looking at the girl, exasperated. 

“Kylo, fuck you,” she answered, entering his home without a second thought.

“Excuse me?” If Kylo was showing confusion before, it was even more evident now. The girl flopped on the sofa, Kylo now walking in the house with her.

“No, you don’t get to say anything. I just kissed this fucker – Vicrul, where is he – anyways, I kissed him and I thought of you – Kylo I’m a tiny bit drunk – Why did you have to ruin me for every other man?” She flailed her hands around, and Kylo laughed. It was a joyous, endearing sound. 

The girl turned her head towards him, a bewildered look on her face. She stood up abruptly, taking four swift steps towards where he still stood, and went to slap him – 

And he caught her hand. 

“Don’t play with fire, Angel.” He looked at her sternly. Y/N gulped, thinking about how this is the Kylo Ren everyone talked about. His hand on her skin, so commanding yet so soft, made her want to sin. 

She ripped her hand from his, and Kylo sighed.

“Sorry. Old habits die hard,” he added. An apologetic glance towards her. “Do you want to drink anything?” He was going to the fridge, opening himself a beer.

“I want to kiss you,” the girl blurted out, “And I’m kinda cold.”

“Okay. That’s it. A big, tall glass of water for the drunkard sitting on my couch,” he joked, even if his heart fluttered. Love isn’t soft like those poets say. Love has teeth which bite and the wounds that never close. It is a destructive thing, it’s not glue – it reminds Kylo of sandpaper. And when you’re red and swollen, you come before God and ask Him why it hurts. What Kylo means: If she said she wants to dance, he’d let her dance until she breaks the last plate in his kitchen. If she said she wants to cook, he’d let her burn his house down. If she wanted to scream, he’d let her deafen him. He’d never felt for someone so strongly he’d let them destroy him. No one but her.

After he opened a beer and finally found that big glass, one of those that could fit a bottle of wine in them, he walked over to the couch where she was. He called her name softly, but she wasn’t awake. The girl snored a bit, her mouth half opened. Kylo’s heart melted.

He decided on making her wear his favorite hoodie, which was longer on her than the dress she wore. And warmer. He tried waking her up, but the girl mumbled something and buried her head in the pillow. The man chuckled, humming in endearment for the girl, and decided he’d carry her home. In a bit. For now, he’d let her nap on his couch.

The clock on his wall showed it was 2 in the morning, and Kylo got tired of reading on the loveseat across from his girl. He’d never get tired of little sounds she made while asleep, but she had to go home.

“Okay. Angel, please wake up,” he said once, shaking the girl gently, but to no avail. Looks like he had to carry her home.

He picked the girl up softly, his hands under her knees and her neck, and he carried her out. She melted into him, her head resting on his chest.

“Well, look at that,” Jade muttered out when she saw Kylo carrying her best friend across the street, disengaging from the conversation and showing the man the way to Y/N’s room.

Kylo put her down softly on the bed.

“Do you need any help?” He asked Jade while exiting the room.

“No, I got it,” she answered, already in the process of unzipping his hoodie, “Thank you, Kylo.”

“You’re welcome, J,” he muttered, heading towards the door.

“That doesn’t mean I forgive you for waking me up the other night.”

[thebirdandhersong]

"I want every gun we have to fire on that man." These are words coming straight out of the scowling mouth of Kylo Ren, Supreme Leader of Infantile Behaviour. And Hux--HUX of all people--has the AUDACITY to look SHOCKED. HUX you burnt eggplant overcooked beef patty money stealing fundraiser fraud broken beanbag lump of cold oatmeal eggshell bit in my omelette toeless sock holey sweater broken air conditioner in the ruthless peak of August heat complete and utter flimsy flailing CHUMP how DARE you pretend to look SHOCKED that your SUPREME COMMANDER MR. SILLY GOOSE who has the emotional control of a toddler who has been spoiled all his life and has just been defied for the first time your SUPREME LEADER MR. POTATO HEAD who can't hear the word "no" without completely LOSING HIS MIND because he absolutely MUST have his way he MUST your SUPREME LEADER MR. WHAT IS REPENTANCE I DON'T KNOW HER who just KILLED the previous supreme commander KILLED countless officers KILLED countless innocents KILLED people on his own side out of sheer pointless rage KILLED his own father tried to KILL his uncle is trying to KILL his mother is on a DEATH RAMPAGE to KILL ALL THE REBELS and NEARLY CHOKED YOU TO DEATH MERE SCENES AGO how DARE you pretend that this is SHOCKING TO YOU

[redrascal1]

Okay...I’d like to talk about Armitage Hux.

We are understandably furious at how Adam and Loan were treated in TROS...but let us also spare a thought for Domhnall Gleeson, who was also shat on, putting it bluntly.

Let’s take a look back at the OT. In ANH, Vader was actually a supporting villain - the ‘big bad’ was Tarkin. And who can forget the late Peter Cushing’s legendary performance as ‘the guy who held Vader’s leash.’ Cushing proved that you don’t need the Force to be a genuinely menacing bad guy.

Now... a lot of people have argued that Rian Johnson was too ‘jokey’ in how he directed Hux. But, apart from when Kylo used the Force when he threw him across the ATAT cockpit (or whatever you call it), Hux was only an object of ridicule at the very beginning.

Throughout most of TLJ, he was dead serious. 

Hux could have made an amazing big bad in TROS. All the ingredients were there. He despised Kylo. He was highly ambitious, and craved the role of Lord Marshal. Most of all..he was intelligent.

Remember, Starkiller was Hux’s creation. He thought up, in all likelihood designed, the device that tracked the Raddus through Hyperspace. He accused Kylo of ‘daring to command his armies’...which showed the power he had within the First Order.

He was, in fact, far better suited to the job of leader than the volatile, unstable Kylo.

Which is why his fate in TROS was not only ridiculous...it was an insult to both Domhnall and his character.

Hux would never have struck a deal with the Resistance in order to bring Kylo Ren down. He loathed them. He had plenty of other methods to get rid of his enemy.

Hux, as I’ve said, was anything but stupid. An idiot could see Kylo was lying when he told him Rey was responsible for Snoke’s death. No way could a girl who was untrained, and inexperienced, not only kill a powerful Darksider like Snoke but also ALL of his guards alone. Kylo had to use the Force to subdue Hux into accepting him as leader. But, ironically as Leia Organa said to Tarkin:

‘Force never does work in the long time.’

From a perfectly logical point of view...despite his gifts with the Force, Kylo was one man. He didn’t command the respect, or loyalty, Hux had from his fellow officers. And...he wasn’t as terrifying as Snoke. Everyone, from Mitaka to those two humble stormtroopers...knew Kylo Ren had...issues.

And there was plenty of ammunition for Hux to use in a coup to get rid of Kylo. His fascination with Rey. The fact that there were cameras in the elevator that led to the throne room - and in the throne room itself. The fact that Kylo was lying through his teeth regarding Snoke’s fate. Powerful or not, Kylo was one man, and if Hux was able to find evidence that he had murdered Snoke, not Rey... his days as Supreme Leader would have been over.

And then of course, there were the odd experiments Snoke had been carrying out in the Unknown Regions. Hux could have had access to God knows what in WMD to consolidate his role as Lord Marshal and defeat, or at least oust, Kylo.

I am absolutely sure that RJ set up an entirely new possibility for the SWU....instead of a black/white, pure good versus pure evil....we instead could have had a Resistance led by Poe, a far more volatile, violent leader than Leia..’We will burn the FO to the ground’...and a First Order led not by a man with magical powers, but a ruthless military genius whose army was composed of brainwashed innocents. And in the middle we could have had Rey, torn between her loyalty to a Resistance she barely knew and whose methods were starting to disturb her, Finn, who wanted to liberate his former soldiers, not destroy them, and Kylo....ousted by the FO, his only hope would be Rey.

The enemy would have been war itself. The heroes and villains...shades of grey, human even in their inhumanity. And the only way to put an end to the endless conflict would have been the Resolving of Grey...Rey and Kylo finding the balance between them, bringing the eternal conflict between Dark side and Light finally to a satisfying end.

And Hux would be the true villain, and Domhnall  would have pulled it off to perfection. Just look at his face at the end of TLJ as he watched Kylo kneel in the abandoned base...a predator smelling blood. The usurper waiting in the wings, until the right time to strike.

We not only lost the chance to see a heroic Ben Solo ....but a glorious villain in Armitage Hux.

What a waste. Sorry Domhnall. Like Loan and Adam, you were robbed.

[solohux]

Hi, I adore the Prince!Ren and concubine!Hux AU! It's adorable and presents such an interesting dynamic. I read the initial ask and thought it would be even more dramatic if Hux was the generalXD Captured on a spy ship that flew too close to Naboo. He was caught and brought before the Prince and, welp, the Prince took a liking to him. Hux and his men could not be realeased - everyone knew the First order was trouble. They could be sentenced to death or a life in separation - or, Hux could become the Prince's consort.Kylo wants ot keep an eye on the willy man who is so fiery and sharp, he loves a challenge!

I agree! I honestly think about this AU a lot 😂

General Hux of the First Order captured and brought before the handsome but ruthless Prince of Naboo! Hux can’t believe that he’s been forced to his knees before the Prince’s throne—he bows to no one and his uniform will get creased!

The Noobian guards are carefully watching Hux and the rest of the captured officers, keeping their blasters on them in case they try to pull anything. Everyone knows that the First Order is trouble so no one in the room trusts these spies. But everyone has noticed the way that the Prince is staring at the red-haired General. He’s devouring him with his gaze, biting his lip as Hux almost snarls and demands that he and his officers be freed; they have no qualms with the people of Naboo.

But Prince Kylo isn’t going to let this fiery General go. His officers may leave but if that’s what Hux wants then he must stay and become the Prince’s consort.

Lieutenant Mitaka struggles against the guards holding him and cries out that the Prince can’t do this but Hux silences his loyal comrade. He has to agree, otherwise the officers will be imprisoned for life here on Naboo and he can’t allow that. He gives Mitaka his greatcoat and sends them back to the First Order with their word that they won’t return to ‘save’ him.

Prince Kylo watches with wild curiosity as this fiery-souled man gives his final farewell to his officers. He’s going to enjoy making General Hux his own.

[ariainstars]

Why the Characterization of Kylo Ren / Ben Solo is Genius

Yeah, what else is new, you may wonder. 😊 We and many other people all have written about the topic for years.

But did anyone wonder why exactly Ben Solo is so extremely popular? Why so many fans love him, wished for him to find closure, why so many even identify with him? Thinking back, it borders on incredible.

We never see Ben as a child. We don’t see him interact with his family. We don’t hear Snoke whispering in his mind since before he was born. We may wonder how in the Galaxy the son of Han and Leia, the nephew of Luke Skywalker of all people could turn out to be the new terror of the galaxy - because apart from a few and sparse explanations in the novels and the comics (which were published when the sequel trilogy was already complete), what do we know? He was training with Luke to become a Jedi for years. One night Luke had a brief moment of panic and contemplated killing him in his sleep. Horrified and feeling betrayed, the young man ran away and adapted to his new, dark identity Kylo Ren.

And yet, despite the fact that Ben is largely a mystery, he is widely popular, many fans calling him the most interesting thing about the entire sequel trilogy.

Now compare this to Anakin, whom we see develop from day one. We know his background, see him as a child, see his family (biological mother Shmi and mentor / father figure Qui-Gon), see him being trained by Obi-Wan, falling in love with Padmé, being manipulated by Palpatine, let down by the Jedi, until his final tragic fall. And yet, when the prequels first hit theatres, they were disliked by many fans, and this dislike often focused on one detail: the characterization of Anakin before he became Darth Vader. Despite the fact that we practically know everything about Anakin, he is still not understood, even despised by many, although the prequels have aged well and now more fans like them better than they used to.

Kylo is as emotional as Anakin was, if not more. Anakin was handsome, which Kylo isn’t (all right, that’s debatable but he’s not the typical movie star). We get every opportunity to sympathize with Anakin and yet he is widely seen as a spoilt, whiny brat. Instead, Kylo Ren / Ben Solo is very often seen as the tragic figure he actually is.

I already wrote how great the casting was and that Adam Driver does the most he can only with his expressions. In both cases, the villain hardly ever gets the chance to speak his own point of view, we see him largely through other people’s eyes; and yet we feel with Ben Solo. Is it because he is the son and nephew of our heroes? I don’t think so, since they hardly interact with each other. We feel with him. He’s vulnerable and we sense that vulnerability. On an emotional level, we understand him and his conflict.

Ben Solo is also a genius reversal of the Darth Vader we knew in the original trilogy. The ruthless, terrifying man we get to know slowly turns out to be more human than we thought, and when his mask comes off we see that he’s physically broken, weak and terribly sad.

Though also imposing at first, Kylo Ren quickly loses the audience’s respect as a “villain” with his temper tantrums, his recoiling before Rey, his admiration for Vader, his youthful and inoffensive looks.

And yet, through the dumpster fire that is The Rise of Skywalker, the redemption arc and characterization of Ben Solo shines like a torch, even more so since the rest of the movie is almost forgettable.

Ben sheds the villain persona, makes up with his father, runs to save the girl he is bonded to only with a blaster in his hand, without armor or mask. And he’s terrifying. It’s now that he is Ben Solo, a hero, that he finally is really and absolutely impressive.

The Disney studios obviously knew that they couldn’t simply jump on the Star Wars band wagon or try to copy the classic movies or the prequels. They opted for doing something better. And they succeeded.

[ao3feed--reylo]

Patronage

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by Violetwilson

Ben Solo is a ruthless business man, a cold bastard, and a devil in a bargain.

Unfortunately for Rey Niima, he's also in possession in New York's finest collection of books about steam engines, and he wants to build a railway through her godfather's beautiful property upstate.

Charged with the task of reviewing the literature and writing up a report on the topic, Rey must spend ten days entombed in the home of the most dangerous man in New York. And above all, she must do it without losing herself entirely to Mr. Solo's most ruthless ambition yet: marriage.

 [A 1900s AU Inspired by this prompt and art by Claire: https://twitter.com/theriseofswolo/status/1594439852623384578]

Words: 5894, Chapters: 1/3, Language: English

Fandoms: Star Wars - All Media Types

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M

Relationships: Rey/Ben Solo | Kylo Ren

Additional Tags: 1900s AU, Mean bad man Ben Solo, Age Difference, Height difference, He's not a good man but he'll be a very good husband :), The dove isn't dead she is just kinda stupid :/, Manipulative Ben Solo, Period-Typical Sexism, Happy Ending, But I mean like women didn't get the vote till like two decades after this fic ends, So., Ben Solo said "i have decided to stop being a bad man and start being a husband", he loves her a lot it's just that boundaries hadn't been invented yet

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[mostthingskenobi]

MOST THINGS KENOBI THE PODCAST - EPISODE 28: OBI-WAN KENOBI STABS SOMEONE WITH A FORK WHILE WORKING UNDERCOVER IN THE RAKO HARDEEN ARC

All Clone Wars fans know the episode arc: Rako Hardeen - the exciting yet heartbreaking plot line where Obi-Wan Kenobi fakes his own death and goes undercover among ruthless bounty hunters.

In this podcast episode, we dive into the absolutely CRAZY stuff Obi-Wan does, from stabbing a giant shark-man with a fork, to getting captured by the Hutts, to beating Anakin to a pulp.

It’s also the episode responsible for bring us bald and beardless Obi-Wan... thank you?????

This story arc is critical to Star Wars because it pushes Anakin further away from the Jedi and right into Sidious's clutches.

Also, can we please acknowledge what a fucking genius James Arnold Taylor is?!?! He voiced both Obi-Wan and Hardeen (and the snake bartender 0_0 ). He had to switch from one to the other, and then do a combination of both. Here’s a link to a great video that shows how skilled he is:

https://www.starwars.com/video/voicing-obi-wan-and-rako-hardeen

PODCAST EPISODE GUIDE:

HERE IS A LINK TO EPISODES 1 THROUGH 25

Episode 26: Sam Witwer - The Genius Behind Darth Maul’s Voice

Episode 27: The Legend of Salacious B. Crumb

Episode 28: Obi-Wan Kenobi Stabs Someone While Working Undercover as Rako Hardeen

Episode 29: Sad Things That Make a Sad Obi-Wan

Episode 30: How Would the Star Wars Universe (and Anakin’s Life) be Different if Qui-Gon had Lived?

Episode 31: Baby Yoda and the Jedi

Episode 32: Did Padmé Amidala Die of a Broken Heart?

Episode 33: Obi-Wan Kenobi’s Magnificent Hair

Episode 34: Reviewing Short Stories included in "From a Certain Point of View: The Empire Strikes Back" Collection

Episode 35: A Women-on-Star-Wars Roundtable Discussion on Padmé Amidala

Episode 36: Discussing the Talents of James Arnold Taylor (Voice of Obi-Wan Kenobi in The Clone Wars)

Episode 37: Discussing the Events of The Book of Boba Fett Episode 6

Episode 38: Our Favorite (and Least Favorite) Quotes From Star Wars

Episode 39: The Cinematic Greatness of the Rogue One Darth Vader Hallway Scene

Episode 40: Another Q & A Session! (Part 1)

Episode 41: Another Q & A Session! (Part 2)

Episode 42: Freaking Out About the Kenobi Trailer

Episode 43: Hera Syndulla - Pilot, General, Rebellion Bad Ass

Episode 44: Breaking Down the Mortis Arc, Part 1: “Overlords”

Episode 45: Breaking Down the Mortis Arc, Part 2: “Altar of Mortis”

Episode 46: Breaking Down the Mortis Arc, Part 3: “Ghosts of Mortis”

Episode 47: The Top 5 Things We Want to See in the Kenobi Series

Episode 48: In Appreciation of Adam Driver - The Incredible Actor Behind Kylo Ren/Ben Solo

Episode 49: Reviewing the Fan Film “Kenobi”

Episode 50: Emergency Freak Out About the May 4th Kenobi Trailer

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[safarigirlsp]

Fortune Favors the Bold

Fortune Favors the Bold

Hitman Kylo Ren x Reader

Word Count: 15k

Warnings: NSFW. Language. Smut. Guns. Gun Violence. Graphic Violence. Lots of Violence.

Author’s Note: I tossed in two other Star Wars characters for added flavor. One is Hux, whom I know people are pretty familiar with. The other character mentioned is more obscure, DJ, a character from The Last Jedi, for anyone who cares.

AO3 Link

Strolling through Prague as the afternoon sun hung heavily on the horizon, painting everything it touched a golden hue, it was all too easy to imagine that he was just another tourist. Feeling the six-hundred-year-old cobblestone beneath his feet as he walked among the ghosts of a gothic city toward a medieval town square, it was easier still to imagine that he was another man in another time with another prerogative. A knight campaigning for his country or his lady. A scholar studying the mysteries of the universe. A lovesick man on his honeymoon with the love of his life.

A sharp gust of December wind brought him back to the present from the haze of his thoughts. Kylo was none of those things. Neither a hero nor a lover. He was a villain. He knew his role and he played it well. There was no finer professional than Kylo in his chosen field. He had an impeccable resume written in blood. Throughout the darkest circles known to the vilest of clientele, Kylo stood tall and alone at the top, the apogee of merciless determination and ruthless finality.

Kylo walked through the crowd that grew thicker as he neared the Old Town Square. A tall, dark, severe figure in a black suit that was tailored as sharply as his features, complete with a matching black wool pea coat and leather gloves to fight against the winter chill. Looking around casually as his thick hair rustled in the wind, Kylo pretended to be nothing more than another passerby, taking in the sights of the iconic city. He admired the statutes of angels, martyrs, and heroes that watched him from above, casting their silent judgement down upon him.

At the corner of the square, the crowd gaped up with a singular mind at the large medieval astronomical clock. Reaching three stories above the cobblestone, three vibrantly colored dials marked the minutes and hours, in addition to the relative positions of the sun and moon before Death himself struck the bell at the top of the hour. 

Truly beautiful, Kylo mused to himself, sparing a glance up at the clock. And how fitting.

A sea of faceless heads were all turned likewise upward in unison at the oldest working astronomical clock in the world, mesmerized by the ancient display, providing Kylo with the perfect distraction as the clock struck the top of the hour.

Death tolling the bells was to be your eulogy. The clock’s commanding tones would easily cover the soft puff from his silenced Desert Eagle .44, the handgun that Kylo’s right hand reached for within his jacket, nestled inside his black leather shoulder holster.

Kylo had followed you for some time that day. A shadow trailing behind you, one of the city’s many wraiths. He had watched the back of your trench coat flutter in the breeze and your hair moving with its gentle caress. He stayed far enough behind you so you would never suspect his presence, but just close enough for the wind to carry the exotic scent of your perfume back to him.

He had never seen your face. No picture accompanied your file. Not that he needed one. He only needed to know the name your room was booked under to find you easily enough. Your bounty was a king’s ransom, one of the highest Kylo had known. You must have done something exceptionally intriguing to acquire such a price tag.

Until the moment that death struck the hour that early winter afternoon in Prague, you were just another target, the prey that he was stalking for no better reason than the Agency had directed it only a few days ago. A mark to knock off a list. A list that Kylo curated more impeccably than any other in his field.

As Kylo’s hand found the grip of his pistol, you turned to look at him. Your shining eyes met his dangerous amber gaze, as if directed to his eyes by the ghosts of the city. He was close to you now. Close enough to see the light glimmer in your eyes. The beauty of your penetrating stare froze Kylo in his motion. Your beauty was greater and more timeless than any marble sculpture contained in this ancient city. He had never been so stricken by a physical blow, let alone a look from a stranger.

Hesitation was an inaction that could get a man killed in Kylo’s profession. Kylo had never before hesitated, paused in the completion of his mission. His hesitation now allowed him to see death coming for you on swift wings. Not from his hand, but from behind you.

Only a highly trained and deeply experienced eye would have seen the brief flash of carbon behind you. The faint glint of sunlight catching on moving gunmetal, as a pistol was drawn from a pocket.

Kylo’s eyes locked on the gun instantly, pulling him violently from his momentary reverie back into the harsh cold of his world.

Kylo knew in that flash of gunmetal, as the clock chimes rang through the square, what he had to do.

Until the moment that death struck the hour, Kylo’s record was pristine. Not one blemish tarnished his history of ‘settled cases’ that would make the Grim Reaper himself envious. He was a professional, the very finest of professionals.

Kylo knew in that fraction of a heartbeat that to see you, his mark, die before him now would entrap him in your steely gaze forever. Condemn him to a lifetime of nightmares and regrets that he would forever see reflected in your shining eyes during his sleepless nights.

Unlike Kylo’s handsome towering figure, the man behind you had been too small and impish to draw your attention.

As the man pulled his pistol, swinging it toward your back, Kylo drew his faster. His eyes were cold and focused, his aim perfect, when he extended his long arm, bringing his sights to a point just beside your head.

You flinched, too late to make a difference, as the metallic crackle of a bullet cutting through the air sizzled by your ear. The resounding thwack of the same bullet connecting with meat pulled your head around to look behind you at the small man who collapsed to the ground, a trickle of blood pulsing from his forehead.

Before any emotion, even shock, could register, a huge hand closed around your upper arm like a vice. You were pulled roughly away by the looming man in black, whose gun had disappeared back into the depths of his coat.

A voice, deep and rich, commanded low in your ear, “They’re like roaches. If there’s one, there’s more. Come with me. Now.”

In the span of a heartbeat, Kylo had redefined his profession from the Angel of Death to that of your personal Guardian Angel.

Your frightened eyes shot to the man’s aquiline profile and the raised scar that ran the length of his face, trailing from above his eyebrow down over his sculpted cheek and jaw to disappear below his collar. His attention was fixed purposely ahead, scanning your surroundings, while he strode briskly through the crowd with you held tight to his side.

“Compose yourself,” he ordered brusquely. “You panic, you die.”

As he pulled you through the mass of blissfully unaware people, you let his enormous calloused hand slide down to your wrist, leading you out of the square toward a narrow side street, winding between the medieval buildings.

Half jogging to keep pace with him, questions formed in your mind as quickly as you decided against asking them in the moment.

A rough shove caught you off guard, as the large man slammed your body against the building to your side. Stepping in front of you in the same motion, he unveiled a gun in each hand, drawn from within his coat, firing almost simultaneously at two men camouflaged as tourists who suddenly sported handguns trained on you.

His hulking body blocked yours, as he sent bullets sailing through the heads of the two attackers. Their heads jerked backward in unison as their bodies crumpled to the ground. You faintly heard the thud of the bodies hitting the cobblestone and scrape of metal as their guns skipped away from their dead hands along the ground.

The man’s hand reached to the back of your neck, pulling you beside him in an iron grip, ready to shove your head down at the sight of danger. The man handled you with no more difficultly than he would a doll. You could feel the sheer power coursing through him as he pulled you beside him.

Kylo weaved through the maze of pedestrian-only cobblestone streets until he spotted the Ponte Carlo archway leading to the Charles Bridge, away from the Town Square.

Looking upward and ahead he paused for only an instant, his brow furrowing and a growl that you felt more than heard rumbling in his thick chest. Abruptly changing course, he pulled you into an alley that branched from the street. The smell of damp stone filled your nose, as you quickly walked through the narrow pathway.

“What’s going on?” You asked as quietly as you could through panted breaths.

“They’re waiting for you at the archway to the Charles Bridge. I saw at least two men near the arch and one just past it on the bridge,” the man told you huskily. “Hitmen.”

“Hitmen?!” You hissed incredulously. “What are you talking about? How would you even know that?”

“Believe me.” He looked down at you with a grim smirk. “I’d know.”

“And who exactly are you?” You tried to keep your voice level, fighting the urge to scream at the man and your predicament.

“Kylo Ren.” He offered nothing further, as if that was all the explanation you would ever require.

He cut suddenly into a dark passageway and knocked on a nondescript wooden door, rapping a patterned code with his knuckles. You heard what sounded like locks being undone when the door opened, and you were admitted inside.

A lanky ginger haired man wearing a bespoke suit and a pinched expression stood behind the door. He paid your dark savior no mind, but his eyes widened when they found yours, darting from you to the man at your side.

“Not a single fucking word.” Kylo silenced his pending inquiry with a thick gloved finger held up to the man’s face in a warning.

Kylo led you down a flight of stairs, the redhead following behind you.

The room you entered was large and musty, crowded with shelves and artifacts. Appraising your surroundings, you observed rows of dimly lit display cases and shelves filled with odd looking items. The contents of many looked medieval, composed of antiquated wood and rusted steel.

Are those thumbscrews? You wondered. Is that a medieval rack?

“We’re inside Prague’s Museum of Medieval Torture Instruments,” Kylo informed you over his shoulder, as you followed behind him. “In its basement. A form of hiding in plain sight, if you will. A convenient safe house, right in the center of town.”

An ornate orb seated on a silk pedestal caught your eye. “Do I even want to ask what that is?”

“No,” he answered, deep and certain, without turning to look back at you.

His friend, however, eagerly piped, “One of my personal favorites. The rectal/vaginal pear. It expands quite nicely and pointedly once inside a host.”

“Charming.” You wrinkled your nose at the image.

At the very back of the long room, Kylo used a modern keypad to open a heavy medieval looking door complete with iron studs. Holding out a powerful arm, he gestured you inside in a show of decorum ill-suited to the environment.

As the door closed with an electronic hiss behind the three of you, you noticed a wooden desk holding a sleek computer and stacks of papers. A large worktable sat against a wall. Scattered across its surface was numerous black tactical paraphernalia.

Against the back wall was something you recognized. A hulking somber figure in the shape of a sarcophagus, cast in black iron and adorned with spikes that ran the length of its body below an expressionless mask. An iron maiden. The double doors of which were opened, displaying its contents. It was a weapons case. Instead of medieval implements, it was filled with a myriad assortment of modern handguns, rifles, shotguns, knives, and explosives. An arsenal fit for waging a small war.

“Who are you?” You asked again, taking in the sight of the glimmering gunmetal and the faint smell of gunpowder and oil.

“I told you my name.” Kylo moved to stand beside you, looking inside the iron maiden himself. “In addition to that, I am the man who has taken it upon himself to save your life. There are no other details about me that matter.”

You cocked an eyebrow at him, wanting more.

“The more important question, Miss Y/L/N, is who are you?” Kylo’s tone was almost marveled, as he crossed his massive arms over his chest, eyeing you with interest. “Who are you that you’ve drawn the attention of so many professionals? Why do such powerful people want you dead?”

“Not that anyone seems to care about my involvement here,” the ginger almost whined. “But I know the answer to that. It’s been all over the channels.”

“I’m pleased to see you doing your job for once, Hux,” Kylo replied coolly. “I could use some intel on this account.”

“Account?” You raised your eyebrows high, your hands moving to your hips.

Hux eyed you before continuing with a sneer on his lips. “She’s accomplished something even you haven’t, Ren. She’s gotten an in with the head of the Agency. She knows the head of the Agency himself.”

“Spit it out, Hux,” Kylo snarled. “I don’t appreciate your little games, even when I have the time for them.”

“She’s his ex,” Hux said smugly, tilting his chin up at the taller man. “She got too close. Learned something big about him it sounds like. Something that’s worth a lot of money to keep under wraps.”

“Excuse me?” You took an angry step toward the ginger. “That’s absurd.”

Kylo stepped between you and the smaller man, looking down at you.

“It’s an open contract?” Kylo’s eyes were locked on yours when he directed his question to Hux.

“Open. Across all agencies.” Hux confirmed. “The message has been delivered to all the top professionals, too.”

Kylo’s jaw clenched tight at the information, the only indication he heard it at all. His eyes remained steady, bourdon-tinged and predatory as they bored into yours. You could almost hear the gears turning in time with his thoughts, as he considered you and the situation in which he had put himself.

“You picked a hell of time to grow a conscious over a mark, Ren,” Hux chided nasally.

Tilting your head up, you met Kylo’s eyes. You weren’t afraid or intimidated, reflecting nothing but resolve back at the fearsome man. Although you couldn’t keep your pulse from quickening as you admired his dangerously handsome features closely for the first time. Even the heady masculine scent of him filled your nose, a mix of leather, spice, and gunpowder.

“The only way you survive, Y/N, is if someone kills the man who opened your contract. The man who would pay your bounty to your would-be killers,” Kylo informed you as casually as if he was describing the weather. “And kill everyone else who comes for you along the way.”

Kylo took a step closer to you, his massive chest almost brushing against you.

“There’s only one man who is capable of carrying that out.” Kylo’s voice had dropped lower, as if he was speaking to only you. “You are fortunate to be in his company now.”

A shaky inhale shuddered through your body, more from the closeness of the man before you than the news he tendered.

“I’m a lucky girl.” You smiled up at Kylo, before continuing as your smile became a smirk. “Although, I’m surprised. I took him for a bit of a milquetoast, myself,” you teased, nodding your head toward Hux.

Kylo snorted a small laugh, his full lips turning in a sideways grin.

“Ren, you can’t be serious?” Hux intoned from the sidelines, where he had been silently shaking his head in disbelief.

“Perhaps the lightness of my demeanor has confused you,” Kylo replied sarcastically, breaking his appraisal of you, as he stepped to the front of the opened iron maiden, turning his attention to its contents. “I’m deadly serious.”

“You can’t kill them all, Ren.” Hux’s voice squeaked higher. “Have you lost your mind?”

“Have you forgotten who you’re talking to?” Kylo regarded Hux briefly before his eyes returned to yours, smirking confidently around his words. “I, most assuredly, can kill them all. Anyone who comes for us or who stands in my way, I’ll kill them.” His voice deepened, as his eyes held yours. “I’ll kill them all.”

“Why are you helping me?” You asked Kylo, trying your best not lose yourself in his piercing eyes.

“I’d be lying if I told you that I knew the answer to that myself.” He flashed a handsome grin at you.

“There’s something else, Ren,” Hux continued nervously, drawing Kylo’s attention. “According to the rumors in the chatter, the Ronin is at play on this hit.”

“Is that so?” Kylo mused, his large fingers stroking his goatee. “That is an interesting development.”

“Are you going to kill him too?” Hux’s hands moved to his hips, mirroring the feminine position you held earlier. “The top free-lance assassin in the world? In addition to all the others? You don’t think you’re biting off more than you can chew with this insanity?”

“I’ve always wanted to meet the Ronin,” Kylo said, almost to himself. “Perhaps now I’ll have the occasion.”

“What the hell is a ‘ronin’?” You asked both men.

“A ronin is a samurai who is not beholden to any master-“ Hux’s words were cut off by Kylo’s baritone.

“A code name,” he explained. “The Ronin is one of the last fee lance men in the business. He’s rumored to be the second best professional currently operating.”

“And who’s the best in the business?” You already knew the answer Kylo would give you.

“The Black Knight.” He grinned, reaching inside the iron maiden to retrieve a handgun of the same make and model as the two resting in his shoulder holsters. “At your service.”

“So, what’s the plan?” You asked Kylo, as he tucked the gun into his waistband at his back. “Can we wait it out?”

“No,” Kylo almost snorted. “We keep on the move. Take the fight to them. Hopefully, I’ll get to the head guy before he even knows he’s being hunted himself.”

“That’s your plan?” You raised your eyebrows. “Run headlong into danger?”

“In a manner.” Kylo’s deep voice was smooth as silk when he turned to face you. “Fortune favors the bold, Y/N.”

Kylo grabbed a tactical looking gun belt from within the iron maiden and several boxes of ammunition, placing them all inside a black duffle bag that lay open on the worktable. He spent minutes packing it with an array of gear and weapons, including knives and a large sniper rifle that he broke down into two pieces.

“Do you know how to handle a gun?” He asked you, returning to study the contents of the cabinet.

“I can manage,” you assured him.

Kylo held out a shoulder holster to you, holding it as he would hold your coat for you to slip on. Turning your back to him, as you put one arm then another through the harness, you could feel the heat from his huge body as he adjusted the size at your back.

One large hand on your shoulder turned you back to face him, making a few final adjustments on the holster.

Kylo reached into the iron maiden, retrieving a smaller sleek handgun. Pulling the slide back, he checked to make sure it was unloaded, before handing it to you grip first.

Accepting it from him, you turned it over in your hands. Kylo’s eyes followed your index finger when you trailed it along the length of barrel.

“You’re giving me the girl gun?” You teased, noting the smaller size and smoother features of your weapon compared to his much larger handguns.

“It’s a Walther,” Kylo told you, amused at your characterization. “It’s what James Bond uses.”

Kylo pushed several full magazines into the open slots on each side of your shoulder holster, his body close to yours. Afterwards you felt like a badly caricatured lady Rambo, unable to pull the look off nearly as chicly as Kylo in his tailored black suit.

“We’ll wait here a few hours. Then we’ll make our way across the Charles Bridge to my car,” Kylo told you his semblance of a plan while finishing packing his duffle bag. “The bridge will be the tricky part. But I have an idea.”

“Waiting for dark, I guess?” You moved next to him, looking at the arsenal contained in the black bag.

“Dark, yes.” Kylo looked over to Hux with a smirk. “But it will give Hux time to source the best route for us. And it will give the tourists a chance to enjoy the drugs and absinthe the city of Prague has to offer, and get a little raucous in the streets. Better cover.”

While Kylo finished packing his things and Hux busied himself at the computer, you wandered back into the bowels of the torture museum.

Each case contained an array of instruments and relics. All forged with the purpose of eliciting the vilest forms of pain and torment that the most darkly creative of minds had envisioned throughout history.

There was larger equipment too. Racks and stocks lined the walls and huge wooden and iron appurtenances that you couldn’t identify sat in corners.

A shiver raced through your body in the damp basement, surrounded by the presence of so much misery and death. Goosebumps raised across your shoulders and arms at the thought. You tried futilely to rub them away with your hands on your arms, as you stood in front of a macabre assortment of pliers and pinchers in a velvet lined display case.

“These implements remind me that what I do is not so bad,” Kylo’s deep honeyed voice rumbled at your back. You hadn’t heard even the slightest sound at the large man’s approach.

“And here I thought you just saved damsels in distress,” you lilted, leaning back slightly so that your back brushed against the breadth of his chest.

“That’s only a recent pastime.” His breath was hot on your ear, his head bowed close to yours.

You felt the heat from his huge hands on your hips, where they hovered near your body, not quite touching you. To your disappointment, the heat of his touch was withdrawn.

Kylo stepped from behind you to your side, his hands shoved into the pockets of his suit pants, as if they had to be restrained to keep from reaching for your body. Leaning forward, he admired the contents of the case himself.

“So, which of these torture instruments is your favorite?” You teased to fill the silence.

“The neck violin,” he answered flatly, casting a sideways glance at you. “It was used to teach spirited women to behave.”

“Are you trying to tell me something?” You asked coyly, turning to face him.

“I have wondered just how badly behaved you must be to have such a high price tag on your lovely head.” Kylo’s voice was lower now, as he took a step toward you. “Good girls do not attract the attention of hitmen.”

“Surely, you can’t expect me to repent now that I’ve attracted your attention?” You raised a hand to his lapel, tracing the luxurious material lightly with your index finger.

An assenting rumble similar to a deep purr sounded through his thick chest, vibrating under your fingertip.

“Perhaps you’ll have to show me just how bad you are.” His rich tone held a seductive challenge that matched the darkening of his vibrant eyes.

Allowing yourself to lean against his firm body, your chin tilted upwards, you invited him to meet your lips in what you knew would be a searing kiss. Kylo’s hands reached to your hips, gripping you firmly, as if grounding himself in the moment.

“Ren!” Hux’s irritant of a voice intruded upon your moment, causing Kylo’s head to jerk in his direction with annoyance. “You have another problem.”

“I often do,” Kylo barked at the other man.

“Not like this,” Hux said nervously. “Word just came through all the channels. There’s a new mark. Open contract. Very large price tag.”

Kylo’s jaw clenched, glaring darkly at the news Hux delivered. He knew what would follow.

“It’s you, Ren.” Hux swallowed thickly. “You’re the mark.”

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As Kylo predicted, the nighttime streets of Prague were hectic and clamorous. Music and boisterous laughter echoed off the ancient stone walls and cobblestone streets as groups of inebriated partygoers stumbled haphazardly from one source of contraband to another and couples walked together through the romantic city. Street musicians played joyously and costumed performers walked among the crowd, pausing for selfies and to perform tricks or skits.

When you re-emerged back onto the streets, it was as just another starry-eyed couple, walking arm in arm through the chilled winter night. Although most couples likely did not have their free hands shoved into their pockets, closed around the grips of their handguns.

A charcoal scarf wrapped around Kylo’s neck obscured the lower part of his face while you donned a black fedora, canted at a rakish angle, to conceal your hair, which had been stuffed up under the hat.

Kylo’s gait was slow, relaxed, with just the hint of a sway to indicate an evening spent drinking with his beautiful lady. He leaned toward you as he walked, both to whisper in your ear like a man in love, and also to camouflage his towering height.

Kylo bumped playfully against your shoulder, the perfect lovesick date, leaning down for an awkward kiss that missed your lips.

“If you need to run, be sure to zig zag and head for the thickest crowd you can find.” His words smeared against your cheek in his drunken guise.

When you neared the towering gothic archway that marked the entrance to the bridge, Kylo twirled you in a dance to the music that filled the street. His eyes scanned the archway in the interlude your spin provided, before he pulled you back close to his side.

Although your lives likely depended on the efficacy of your disguise and quality of your acting, you couldn’t help but wish this moment was real. That you truly had captivated the dashing man who held your hand in his.

Progressing steadily onto the bridge, a happy couple returning to their hotel, you passed the large statues of St. Ives and Madonna attending to St. Bernard without incident.

Moonlight beaming down from a clear starry sky reflected in Kylo’s eyes as they surveyed every face you neared, looking for any indication of danger or any sudden movements.

Musicians, actors, vendors, and painters noted your presence as a potential customer, but they were unable to draw Kylo’s enraptured attention from you. Tourists smiled at your affectionate display, but the architecture and music were more enticing and they paid you little mind. This was exactly what Kylo hoped for as you both passed several more shadowed saints that stood as sentinels along the railing of the bridge.

Approaching the statue of St. Francis of Assisi, you noticed two men beneath the statue wearing oddly severe expressions that caught your eye when their stares locked onto your face. You saw their hands reach quickly into their pockets.

As their guns emerged, you opened your mouth to shout Kylo’s name, but before a sound could escape your lips, you heard the hissing pop pop from Kylo’s silenced handgun as he shot without withdrawing his hand from his coat pocket. The two men fell back against the railing of the bridge, rivulets of blood leaking from the pink holes in their foreheads.

Kylo’s motion betrayed nothing. Only the keenest observer could have seen the clenching of his jaw or the narrowing of his eyes when he fired his killing shots. You, however, felt his grip on your hand turn to iron, as he held you harshly against his side.

People milling in the crowd enjoying their evening remained blissfully unaware of the double murder that had just occurred in their midst.

Kylo walked causally with you to a thicker area of the crowd, walking closer to the edge of the bridge where the vendors and performers drew an audience near the railing. Drunken college kids and tourists provided some cover from unseen assailants as you both weaved through their staggering confusion.

A flash of silver caught your eye as a knife from a dark figure slashed at Kylo’s face, seemingly out of the darkness itself.

Kylo dodged on reflex, pulling his head back as he swatted the man’s arm away in a rough inside block.

On the man’s backswing, Kylo stopped the arm in mid-flight, locking his huge hand around the man’s wrist. Kylo slammed his forehead brutally into his attacker’s nose, using the opening to wrench the knife from his grip. Kylo shoved the man’s own knife up under his chin when his head was snapped back from Kylo’s blow, killing him instantly.

The body fell in the center of the drunken college crew, looking to the causal inebriated eye like no more than a tourist who couldn’t handle his liquor.

Beside you, walking calmly ahead, Kylo’s breath remained even and his eyes focused.

Kylo pulled you through the milling crowd as easily as if the mass of people were little more than some of the many pigeons that cluttered the streets. His large frame pushed people aside without slowing his stride, pulling you along with him.

The remaining half of Charles’ Bridge stretched ahead of you, ending at a towering archway. Beyond the arch, the lights of the city of Prague backlit your destination.

A small gathering of spectators formed a semi-circle around a pair of entertainers ahead of you. Two small nimble men in simple black tracksuits were currently performing acrobatic feats that would rival Cirque Du Solei. Their movements were so quick and fluid that it was difficult for your eyes to keep pace with them given their dark outfits in the evening dim.

Kylo shoved ahead, pushing through the crowd to a round of curses, and breaking into the open circle afforded to the performers. His body was between you and the two men, your body closer to the bystanders, as he pulled you tighter against him, watching the crowd for any signs of attack.

With unnatural agility, the two small men lunged at Kylo. Simultaneously, one man kicked the back of Kylo’s knee, buckling him as he walked, as the other man landed a violent kick to Kylo’s solar plexus. The combined strikes brought the huge man to a knee, sending you stumbling ahead.

Just as quick as the smaller men, Kylo drew his gun from his pocket, swinging it toward his target. A rough kick to the back of Kylo’s hand sent the gun flying, sparking as it skipped across the cobblestone.

Another kick flew aimed for Kylo’s teeth, an easy target as he knelt. Kylo ducked low, swooping his torso under the kick, and slammed his right hand into the man’s crotch in an uppercut. The man’s leg passed over Kylo’s head as Kylo straightened. In the same motion, Kylo’s left fist punched into the man’s back, pounding into his kidney with enough force to rupture the organ.

Surging up from the ground, Kylo barreled down upon the smaller man with a growl, meeting his attack head on. The acrobat assassin landed a punch to Kylo’s jaw that didn’t slow Kylo’s attack, a fly in front of a freight train.

You drew the gun from your pocket as Kylo and the small man collided. Attempting to train your gun on the other man to protect Kylo, you were too slow.

Kylo’s massive hand collided with the man’s throat, locking around his neck in an iron grip. You watched in awe as the huge man lifted his assailant by the grip on his neck and threw him bodily over the side of the bridge and into the frigid river below.

Movement from the side drew your attention. Jerking your head in the direction of the crowd, you saw three men rushing toward you, guns drawn. Tourists screamed at the sight, running away, a herd of stampeding animals.

Kylo reached into his coat to draw his second gun. You were faster. Training your gun on the first man’s head, you fired. On instinct, you squeezed the trigger twice more when your sights fell on the other two men on either side of the first. They were so focused on Kylo that they didn’t register the danger you posed until they were dead on their feet.

Like shooting ducks in a row, you thought as all three men fell dead to the ground mid-stride.

Although, he didn’t pause in his swift stride to compliment you, you saw the grin on Kylo’s lips and the impressed regard in his eyes when he grabbed your hand to pull you ahead.

Pausing only to retrieve his gun from the street, Kylo broke into a jog. There was no longer a need to try to blend in now that the crowd was panicking around you. Kylo ran ahead, your feet barely touching the ground as he dragged you along at his side.

Beside you, one of the sculpted Saints that lined the bridge exploded in stone shrapnel. Sharp debris stung you both, as a torrent of bullets from an automatic rifle narrowly missed your heads, ripping instead into the statue.

Kylo’s hand was instantly at your neck, roughly shoving your head down completely, collapsing you face down onto the cobblestone, sinking to a knee himself. Your chest hit the stone, as Kylo aimed his gun. The breath was punched from your lungs by Kylo’s hand slamming you down between your shoulder blades, as two quick shots from Kylo’s gun halted the gunfire aimed at you.

As quickly as he forced you to your stomach, Kylo yanked you back up to your feet by your collar. You coughed and choked for breath, stumbling at his side, while being dragged along easily by the powerful man like a doll.

Passing under the arch that marked the exit from the bridge into the city, Kylo picked up his pace. He was now outright running, gun raised in his right hand, towing you forcibly beside him with his left.

After crossing the wide main street and running a block into the city, Kylo ducked down a narrow darkened side street. He pushed you against the side of a building, slamming his own shoulder into the wall right beside you.

Kylo’s chest heaved, albeit less than yours, as you both caught your breath in the brief interlude. Reaching his left hand to your face, he pinched your chin gently between his thumb and forefinger, titling your face upwards.

“Are you alright, Y/N?” His voice was hoarse with exertion. “Are you hit anywhere? I wasn’t too rough with you, was I?”

“I’m fine, Kylo.” You smiled slightly up at him, enjoying the feeling of his fingers on your skin. “I guess you saved me again.”

“I’m not done saving you yet, lovely.” Kylo smirked. “We’re not in the clear. Not by a long shot.”

“At least I’m in good, unfairly large, hands.” You reached a hand to grip the wrist of his hand that held your face.

“I am too, it seems.” He grinned, his fingers now gently stroking your jaw. “You’re a hell of a shot.”

You beamed up at him when his left hand dropped from your face to lace his thick fingers through yours. Raising your hand to his lips, he kissed your skin softly, before leading you down the street.

Kylo resumed his unhurried innocuous pace, passing unnoticed with you through the shadows.

After a few blocks, Kylo stopped at a battered wooden garage door. He entered a code into a conspicuously high-tech keypad, the garage door sliding open in response.

Ushering you inside, Kylo canvassed the street before stepping inside and closing the door behind you both.

Inside, faint light illuminated the sleek, elegant lines of an Aston Martin Vantage. The sports car matched the rest of Kylo’s wardrobe, its glossy black paint shining in the low light.

Kylo retrieved the long scoped sniper rifle. Leaning into the passenger door, he placed it barrel down, pointing into the floor of the passenger side. The stock extended up over the center console, easy for him to pull quickly to fire if needed.

Motioning you inside the car, Kylo held the door for you and closed it behind you. You watched as he then folded his enormous frame into the driver’s seat.

The sound of the engine roaring to life filled the small garbage. Kylo placed his large hand on your thigh, squeezing you briefly, reassuring you that you were safe in those powerful hands. His fingers trailed along your skin as he moved his hand from your leg to the gear shift.

Kylo pushed a button on the console, killing all the running lights, even the lights of the dashboard.

When Kylo backed his black car out onto the dark narrow street, only the low thrum of its engine and the moonlight shining along its satin lines betrayed its presence.

Driving to the end of the street, Kylo paused at the entrance to a wider street. Unfortunately, the late hour meant that there was less traffic to cover your escape.

He made up his mind quickly, turning on his lights and pulling out onto the street. Driving reasonably, he hoped to appear as just another night owl out on the road.

Your heart thrummed, trying to beat through your ribs, as you anticipated all the ways that you could be caught or ambushed. You wondered how Kylo remained so calm and unruffled.

Kylo’s eyes suddenly shot to the rearview mirror, glaring violently at the glass. As if summoned by your thoughts, three black vehicles now approached speedily behind you. Two Mercedes sedans and an SUV.

Jaw clenching, Kylo pulled his handgun from his shoulder holster, holding it in his right hand and steering with his left. Mirroring him, you drew your own gun, keeping the barrel pointed toward the floorboard. He turned onto a narrow one-way street at random, aiming toward the older part of the city and its meandering infrastructure.

One car turned in after you. Speeding ahead, the other car and SUV no doubt hoped to cut you off deeper in the city.

A hail of gunfire assaulted Kylo’s rear windshield, each bullet a small deafening explosion echoing through the cab. Flinching violently, you ducked low, covering your head with your shaking hands. The window cracked in a spider web, spreading wider with each shot, but didn’t break.

“Bulletproof,” Kylo informed you calmly. “Bullet resistant, at least. It won’t stay bulletproof for long.”

“You could have informed me earlier,” you snapped, staring back at the fractured window.

“I hoped it wouldn’t come up.” As he spoke, another round of gunshots assaulted the back of his car and window. “If the glass fails, get ready to shoot back out through any holes.”

The street was too narrow for Kylo to turn his car for a shot at his enemy. Instead, he pressed his heavy foot to the floor, trying to pull away from the other car, as he sped ahead.

Bullets littered the street and buildings around you, the shots growing less accurate with the added distance.

At the end of the street, Kylo’s Aston Martin burst into a cloistered square, complete with a fountain with marble sculptures depicting an angelic duel seated in its center. His eyes shot to the right, outside of your passenger window, at the second black car that had nearly managed to cut you both off, speeding toward you through the square.

Wrenching the wheel, Kylo veered toward the fountain. Your muscles tensed involuntarily as Kylo drove straight at the marble obstacle, two cars now pursing you closely behind.

Jaw set and eyes focused, Kylo stomped the clutch and yanked the handbrake simultaneously, throwing his car into a sideways slide mere feet from colliding with the fountain. Circling the steering wheel roughly, he controlled his skid, drifting around the fountain amid a haze of smoke from his whining tires.

“Down!” Kylo commanded as he drew his handgun.

You ducked your head as low as you could, covering your ears, as the skid brought your now open passenger window to face the enemy cars.

Kylo extended his long arm over you, aiming his gun out through your window, and fired at the encroaching cars. He shot three times in immediate succession into the windshield of one Mercedes before his own car drifted too far around the curve of the fountain.

The Mercedes Kylo riddled with bullets crashed full speed into the fountain, plowing through the marble rim until it was stopped by the sculpted centerpiece. The outstretched sword of a marble angel impaled through the bullet-weakened windshield like paper, skewering the driver completely through.

Kylo spun the steering wheel and engaged the clutch, correcting the drift of his car, as he aimed down a street leading out of the square. The remaining Mercedes followed hot on his bumper.

Raising your head, you were almost dizzy from the spin of the car.

“Fuck,” Kylo gritted, pulling your eyes forward.

The street he chose ended abruptly at a staircase, descending down a flight into a larger plaza. A heavy metal rail bifurcated the staircase, running its length.

Kylo’s powerful right arm shot out to the side, pressing firmly against your chest to keep you pinned to your seat when his car careened down the stairs, using one side of the railing like a traffic lane.

Behind you, the Mercedes plunged down the stairs after you. It took the turn too fast. Its outer wheel hit the rail centered in the flight of stairs. With the car’s speed, the wheels on the driver’s side lifted off the ground, pried up by the rail. The Mercedes rolled instantly. Gravity and inertia carried the car down the stairs, an avalanche of screaming steel pursuing you and Kylo.

Your teeth felt like they would chip from the jarring force when Kylo’s car bottomed out in the plaza. His arm flew from you back to his gear shift, slamming into a lower gear to speed away.

The black SUV had found you. Driving at you head on, you had the perfect picture of menacing face of its driver as it sped toward you.

Kylo rolled his window down while grabbing the stock of his sniper rifle. The rifle rested nicely over his left arm, pointed out of his driver’s side window. Once his rifle was positioned, Kylo cranked the steering wheel, palming it as the tires on his car squealed in protest from their slide on the cobblestone.

Kylo’s car skidded nearly broadside to the oncoming SUV. Before his car had fully stopped, Kylo brought the recoil pad to his shoulder and his eye to the scope of his rifle. He was ready when his car jolted to a complete stop, his finger squeezing the trigger instantly.

Bullets sailed perfectly through the foreheads of the driver first and then his passenger, coating the inside of their windshield with thickly dipping blood, as the SUV continued to barrel toward you.

Without pulling his rifle back inside, Kylo slammed down on the gas pedal, surging ahead to avoid the collision from the SUV and its dead occupants.

At the same time, the Mercedes completed its roll to the bottom of the stairs, tumbling to a stop in a crumpled mass of rendered metal.

In one smooth motion, Kylo turned to speed down a side street, while pulling his rifle back inside and returning the muzzle to the floor beside your feet.

Cocking his head just enough to look sideways in your direction, Kylo winked at you when he saw that he had impressed you. You rolled your eyes sarcastically in response, earning a grin for your effort, although you couldn’t keep the smile from your lips.

Minutes of darting down minor streets and snaking through the alleys and backstreets of Prague carried you out of the city. The lights around you thinned, soon becoming nothing more than the occasional house or outpost, as Kylo drove you into the countryside.

A glance at the dash showed the gauge dipping far into the red on the sports car’s speedometer. Driving well over one hundred miles per hour, Kylo was as casual and relaxed behind the wheel as if he were taking a lazy Sunday drive.

To the extent possible, Kylo kept off the main roads and freeways. You sped through the night for several hours, watching the darkened forest fly by your window.

When Kylo finally slowed his speed, it was to turn onto a smaller shoulder-less road.

After a few miles on the winding rural road, a small spattering of lights from a small town shone ahead.

Kylo switched off the running lights of his car when he entered the town, not wanting to draw attention to a stranger driving late at night.

Navigating the narrow cobblestone streets by moonlight seemed almost second nature to Kylo. After turning down several winding streets, snaking between old world buildings, he found his destination.

“Hux secured a room for us,” Kylo told you, turning into a downtrodden driveway. “Safe. No questions.”

“Do you trust him?” You asked, surprised that a man like Kylo would trust anyone at all.

“He’s never given me a reason not to.” Kylo’s voice trailed off into a semblance of a groan, as he surveyed the dingy exterior of your accommodations. “Although, his sense of humor wears thin.”

“Sense of humor?” You raised an eyebrow with your question.

“This is his way of booking us a romantic evening.” Kylo turned to you with a smirk.

Upon pulling into the enclosed garage, you were greeted with another car. A classic American muscle car. A 1967 Shelby Mustang painted charcoal grey.

Kylo noted the surprise on your features with a sideways grin.

“We’ll trade out tomorrow,” he explained. “A classic car has no gps, no tracking, no on-board computer.”

Gun drawn, Kylo led you up a flight of stairs into a small rundown room. It was nothing more than a single room containing a small table near a kitchen sink, a lightbulb swaying from where it hung down from the ceiling, and a mattress lying on the floor. Kylo quickly swept the room, briefly stepping into the tiny bathroom, to make sure the room was clear.

“Is this where you bring all the girls?” You teased.

“Only the special ones,” Kylo deadpanned, placing his duffle bag on the small table and rummaging through its contents. “It’s easier to keep them focused on me. Not on room service, Egyptian cotton sheets, or fancy decor.”

“Really? You need help keeping their attention on you?” You laughed at his humor. “They must be easily distracted.”

“Most women don’t have your focus.” Kylo continued as he unpacked his things. “Or your aim.”

“Well, right now, I’m aiming for the shower.” You said as you removed your shoes, sighing at the feeling of the cool floor on your aching feet.

Kylo pulled a button up shirt from his bag, a matching shade of black, and held it out to you.

“It’s clean. If you want something to sleep in,” he offered.

Taking the shirt with a grateful smile, you waited until you were behind the closed door of the bathroom to bring it to your nose and inhale the faint scent of its owner that still lingered in the fabric, coupled with the smell of fresh laundry. A smile turned your lips when his rich scent filled your nose.

Moments after turning on the shower, steam filled the small bathroom. At least the shower was decent. You felt instantly rejuvenated when you stepped under the hot water.

Washing away the events of one of the longest days you could remember, you watched as dirt and blood swirled together down the drain. The sight should have disturbed you, but it only reminded you of the handsome man who had become your savior.

After finishing, you pulled on Kylo’s huge shirt, buttoning it around you. It was large enough to make a decent nightgown, paired with your panties and nothing else.

Kylo’s gaze locked onto you instantly, his eyes dark and intense upon you, from his seat at the table. He had taken his jacket and dress shirt off, both draped over the back of his chair, and wore a black v-neck tee shirt and his suit pants.

Your eyes were drawn to the place where the valley between his pecs disappeared beneath the v in his shirt. His chest was even thicker and more massive than you had guessed, his arms and shoulders much more heavily muscled and finely sculpted.

“You can have the bed.” Kylo gestured at the mattress, shifting in his chair, as he crossed his long legs.

“I think I’d feel safer if we shared it,” you told Kylo over your shoulder, thinking to yourself that your statement actually happened to be true, as you walked to the bed. Pulling the covers back, you lowered yourself onto the lumpy mattress, folding your legs beneath you.

Returning your eyes to Kylo, you saw the hunger in his gaze as he watched your every move. Your smile was all the remaining invitation he needed.

Kylo knelt on the mattress, collapsing heavily onto his back beside you. He casually crossed his arms behind his head and his feet at the ankles, as if he was trying to restrain his whole body from reaching for you. The way he looked up at you, holding your gaze, told you that he would follow your lead, whatever that might be.

Scooting closer to his body, you could feel the warmth radiating off of him. You rested one hand on his huge firm chest, feeling the dense muscle flex under your touch when you lowered yourself down against him.

“I haven’t yet thanked you properly,” you whispered. Bracing yourself on his chest, you lowered your face to his as he grinned up at you, bringing your lips together.

Kylo’s lips were even softer and plusher than you had imagined when they met yours. His hands left their position behind his head. One arm lowered to hook around your waist and pull you tighter against him, curling around your body. His other hand moved to stroke the arm you used to brace yourself on his chest.

He kissed you softly at first, almost teasing you with his pillowy lips. When your mouth parted, however, his lips became ravenous on yours. Tightening his hold around you, he kissed you deeply, making you sigh into his mouth at the pleasure he elicited from such a simple action.

Minutes ticked away while you kissed, while Kylo made you shiver with his masterful lips. You could feel heat spreading through your body, from your cheeks down to your pussy. When you pulled away, you were breathless and flustered. Beneath you, Kylo looked up at you with wild dark eyes and a flush on his pouty lips, his hands gripping you with almost bruising strength for a moment before relaxing.

“Get some sleep, beautiful. I need you in top shape tomorrow.” Kylo’s smug grin returned. “And if I go much further now, you won’t want me to stop all night.”

Shaking your head at him with a smile of your own, you lowered yourself for a final brief kiss, before laying your head down on his massive chest. Large warm hands caressed you soothingly, lulling you to sleep in time with the steady beat of Kylo’s heart beneath your ear.

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Somehow Kylo disentangled himself from your sleeping form in the early hours of the dark morning. The large man silently showered and dressed without rousing you until he purposefully set a coffee mug down loudly on the counter.

Your eyes shot open, meeting his amused gaze, smirking at you over the rim of his mug from where he sat at the table.

“I’ve only just met you and I’m already having to wait on you to get out of the damn door,” he teased you around a sip of coffee.

“I’m never late, Kylo. You’re simply too early,” you retuned, your voice thick with sleep.

Kylo’s eyes followed you closely when you rose to accept the cup of coffee he offered you before heading into the bathroom to put yourself together.

You emerged in short order, fully composed to meet the day. Instead of leaving hurriedly as you expected, you were surprised to see that Kylo had used the time to prepare a simple breakfast for the two of you from the meager ingredients available. Until the smell hit you, you didn’t realize how hungry you were.

The drive deeper into the countryside felt much more pleasant today after some much needed rest and food. You had crossed into Switzerland sometime during your drive last night, but now you were able to admire the beautiful scenery in the daylight. The road snaked through valleys and monstrous snowy mountains, their jagged peaks silhouetted against the crisp blue sky.

As he drove, Kylo was, by all appearances, lost in some detailed thought, belied by his habit of chewing the inside of his lip.

“What’s on your mind?” You asked finally. “Plotting is better done together.”

His eyes darted to you for a moment as he let out a slight sigh. His hand gripped the wheel tighter, knuckles white, when he prompted you. “Tell me what I need to know about this ex of yours.”

“What do you want to know? He’s tall, dark, and handsome.” You watched Kylo’s jaw clench tight. “Although lesser in all of those categories than you. Are you jealous?”

“Jealous? There’s nothing he has that I want.” He shifted in his seat. “If he is, in fact, your ex.”

“Are you saying that you want me?” You quirked an eyebrow to match your smirk.

“You know I want you,” Kylo stated flatly, looking sideways at you and arching his own eyebrow in a mockery of yours. “And I know that you’d be rather disappointed if I didn’t.”

“You may be right,” you replied with as much coyness as you could muster.

“Why does he want you dead?” Kylo reached his hand to your leg, letting it rest there, as though it had never belonged anywhere else.

“I honestly don’t know. It’s been months since I left him.” You placed your hand on top of Kylo’s, so small against his huge mitt. You laughed when you added sarcastically, “Closure?”

Kylo grinned briefly at your comment. “Where does the weak code name come from? DJ?”

“It’s sarcastic. DJ stands for Don’t Join.” You stroked the back of his hand, feeling the strength in his grip below your fingers. “As in, Don’t Join the Agency.”

“And you?” Kylo turned to look at you more squarely than you appreciated while he was driving. “Am I going to find out that you’re with the Agency, too?”

“I’ve never worked for any Agency. You have my word.” You ran your fingers between his. Smiling, he trapped your thumb beneath his. “I’m sure I’ve made him want to kill me for a lot of reasons,” you thought aloud, only half joking. “Although, none of them worth so much money.”

“After being with you for a couple days, I can see that,” Kylo teased, squeezing your thigh affectionately.

“The bigger question is why does he want you dead? You’re the Agency’s top Professional.” You leaned closer to his large arm. “The best in the business.”

“Is it not enough of a reason that I’m with you?” Kylo asked with another squeeze to your thigh.

“You know the hit came out first. Probably even before you saved me.” You shook your head in the negative.

“I’ll have to ask him in person.” Kylo grinned wickedly at the thought.

Smiling yourself, you turned to look out of the window, watching the gorgeous scenery pass by. You were approaching the mountain village of Grindelwald, home of the famous Eiger Mountain.

Taking note of the awe on your features, Kylo slowed his car to a more rational speed, allowing you more time to admire the landscape. His hand still rested on your thigh, rubbing you gently.

The town of Grindelwald itself was nestled in the mountains, among the peaks. The air was so thin and clear that you could see fissures in the stone of the Eiger where it protruded through its blanket of snow.

“Shall we stop for lunch?” Kylo asked, attentive to your reverence of the beauty around you.

“Is that what you’d normally do on a mission?” You turned to face him, squeezing his hand on your leg affectionately.

“Of course not,” he said as he removed his hand from your thigh, bringing your hand up with his as he lifted it to his lips for a soft kiss to your skin. “However, I don’t normally have such a lovely accomplice with me.”

Kylo knew of a small colloquial restaurant, set aside from the main town, deeper in the mountains. He ensured you had a window side table with an unobstructed view of the mountains.

You assented for him to order for you both and you could not have been more pleasantly surprised by the local delicacy that was placed before you. Nor could you have been more pleasantly surprised by the debonair man across from you.

Kylo, it appeared, had quite the romantic streak in him, when he wasn’t busy saving your life at any rate. You had never been on a nicer date, if that was indeed the appropriate classification for your lunch.

However, your conversation, although uniquely pleasant for you, would not otherwise have been considered polite by most. Kylo detailed his semblance of a plan to you. He intended to make the drive to Zermatt today, where Hux had secured a room at an upscale lodge under one of Kylo’s aliases. It was the closest location to your target, the mountain retreat that served as the Agency’s primary base. His planning ended with assuring you that once inside the Agency, he would proceed to stack the bodies high.

Offering you his hand when you walked from the restaurant, Kylo led you back to his car in the extreme cold of the Alps. Before he opened your door, he spun you around to face him, bringing his large arms around you. Bending forward, his lips crashed against yours. You moaned with pleasure and surprise when he kissed you with such passion. When he pulled away, steam issued from his lips in the frozen winter air and his eyes burned from within.

For the remainder of the drive, his hand never left its place on your leg unless it was to lace his fingers between yours.

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A full moon hung low and large in the night sky when you finally stepped out into the frigid air on the balcony of your suite at the exclusive Lodge in Zermatt.

Remarkably close in the distance, the great Matterhorn rose into the sky, a majestic white fang piercing the night as it reached toward the moon. The spectacular view was worth the shivers induced by the cold.

You were not cold for long. Kylo approached you from behind, wrapping his arms around you and pulling your back flush to his chest. He looked over your head at the view, himself taken aback by the beauty before him.

“Perhaps after I’ve settled matters tomorrow, we can stay here a few days,” Kylo said softly, lowering his head to kiss below your ear. “Perhaps even longer.”

“After you’ve killed everyone, you mean?” You leaned into the wonderful heat of his mouth as he kissed along your jaw. “I’d like that very much.”

“Consider it done, lovely,” he whispered into your ear.

Using his strong hold around you, Kylo gently pulled you back inside the room, letting his hands trail away across your curves when he released you.

“You should get some rest. I’ll have to leave well before dawn tomorrow,” Kylo told you reluctantly.

“We will have to leave well before dawn,” you corrected over your shoulder as you stepped away from him. “May I borrow your shirt again?”

“Not a chance, beautiful. Tomorrow will make Prague look like child’s play.” Kylo walked to his bag that sat on the large king bed, unzipping it to rummage for a shirt to double as your nightgown. “You’re staying here. I don’t care if I have to handcuff you to the bed.”

“Maybe I’ll let you handcuff me once we’re celebrating.” Looking over your shoulder, you made a point of catching Kylo’s eye. Tantalizingly slow, you slid your jeans down as Kylo watched. You could feel his gaze burning into your skin, as you pushed the denim down over your hips and ass. You arched your back when you straightened to step out of them, ensuring he had a perfect view of your ass. “You’ll need me, Kylo. Tomorrow. I know how DJ thinks. I know what he’ll use for passwords and where he’ll set traps and ambushes.”

“Then you better start telling me everything I need to know,” Kylo’s said in a hoarse baritone, pulling a shirt from his bag. “Because you’re not going.”

“You must mistake me for someone who follows orders,” you said lightly. Peeling your shirt off over your head, you tossed it aside. Your bra followed. Standing now in only your panties, you looked back over your shoulder again, smirking at Kylo.

Your eyes beckoned him forward. Like a consummate gentleman, when Kylo walked to your back, he held his shirt out for you to slip your arms into as he lifted it over your shoulders.

Turning to face him, you saw the raw hunger in his stare, watching as you buttoned his shirt around your body. He swallowed thickly, watching your movements mere inches in front of him.

“If you’re so determined to get to bed early, then come join me.” Reaching a hand to him, you ran a finger along his belt. “And dress for the occasion.”

You could hear the jingle of his belt buckle and hasty rustling of clothing as you walked to the bed.

Reclining onto the mattress, you rolled onto your side facing away from him, partially to be coy but primarily to look out of the window at the Matterhorn shining in the moonlight.

The mattress dipped with Kylo’s heavy weight when joined you on it. He lay down at your back, securing you in his embrace from behind. Your heart leapt when he pulled you close at the feeling of his bare skin against your lower body, and the feeling of his half hard cock against the back of your thighs.

Holding you from behind, you could feel the power in his strong arms as they wrapped around you. Wanting more, you pressed yourself back against him, reaching one hand back to feel the thick mane of his hair.

At your touch, Kylo nuzzled into your neck with a rich purr. His lips were soft and hot on your skin where he kissed you, his arms pulling you impossibly closer against his body.

Feeling the warmth of his touch, you pushed back against him. Kylo groaned when you pushed your ass against his cock, as it rapidly swelled behind you.

You sighed at the feeling of his cock, huge, hot, and heavy, pressing against you.

“Tell me what you want,” Kylo instructed huskily against your neck, punctuating his words with a soft bite.

“I want you, Kylo,” you almost moaned. “I want all of you.”

“As you wish, lovely.” You felt Kylo’s lips smile against your skin.

Kylo reached his arm that had wrapped around you to the buttons on the shirt you wore. His shirt. He deftly undid the buttons with one hand. Reaching the bottom of the shirt, once opened, he slid his warm hand back up your body to your breast, rubbing your flesh with his calloused palm and squeezing you in his firm grip. Your back arched at the sensation, pushing your tits further into his grasp.

“I’m going to have to come back to these,” he mumbled, as his hand trailed back down your body, slipping inside your panties.

Two of Kylo’s thick fingers ran between your folds. He nipped your shoulder at the feeling of your dripping wetness.

Your hand flew to Kylo’s when he pushed those two fingers into you, working his wrist harder when your hips rutted against his fingers.

Painfully hard, Kylo’s cock ground against you. The hard ridge on its underside rubbing against your ass, his fat tip smearing precum across his stomach, as his fingers curled against your gspot where they pumped in and out of you.

Turning your head, you caught Kylo’s lips, feeling him lick into your mouth while his fingers made you drip. He kissed you like he was starving. Every sensation traveled straight to your pussy, making you clench. You lifted your leg, wanting more, hooking it over his hip behind you.

At the feeling of your pussy’s response, Kylo pulled his fingers from you and ripped your panties to the side. Drawing his hips back enough to line his length up, he nudged his tip into your weeping entrance.

His lips didn’t leave yours as he pushed inside of you, swallowing his name when you moaned it into his mouth while he filled you with his massive cock.

“Fuck, you feel so good, gorgeous,” Kylo growled against your lips. “So tight on my cock.”

After letting his hand linger on your pussy long enough to feel his cock sliding in and out of you, Kylo reached to your thigh. He lifted your leg higher, spreading you open even further for him.

Your body rocked with each of Kylo’s thrusts while he pumped into you. Each one rubbing against the best spots inside of you. Twisting into his hair, you tugged him to kiss you as hard as he fucked you.

He filled you so completely that you could feel every ridge of his huge cock dragging against your walls. Each motion of his hips sent jolts of electric ecstasy shooting through your core.

Even kissing became too complex for you as he pushed you closer to the edge with every hard thrust. Kylo’s lips left yours when you could do little more than moan for him. He returned them to the sensitive skin of your neck, kissing and biting at the junction of your shoulder.

Your pussy fluttered around him, so close to melting on his cock.

Kylo felt it and pounded into you harder.

“That’s it, gorgeous. Squeeze me with that tight little pussy,” he gritted against your neck. “Cum all over my fat fucking cock.”

As if he commanded your body, your pussy seized on his cock, gripping him while you came in hard throbbing waves of pleasure. Kylo fucked you steadily through them all, not changing his pace while you tensed around him. The only indication of the strain in his body was the way his grip on your thigh became bruising and the way he bit down rough enough to leave a mark on your otherwise pristine skin.

Once the waves of your orgasm finished passing through you, your body went as limp as though you didn’t have a bone left.

Kylo hoisted himself up, rolling on top of you and hiking your leg higher up his body to drive his cock into you even deeper. It was all your quivering muscles could do to loop your arms around his neck and hold him close.

Staring down at your beautifully pleasure drunk face, Kylo bared his teeth in a feral grin while he fucked you like the beast he was. His hair fell around his face in an ebony curtain, jostling in time with his rough thrusts.

The feel of your pussy still squeezing around him as he pounded you sent him reeling into his own climax. His hips faltered with the exaggerated throbbing of his cock.

Slamming into you one final time, he buried his cock to the hilt, growling, as he pumped you full of thick ropes of his cum. A pleasant shudder racked you at the feeling of his heat spreading through you.

As the strain from his exertion melted away from his handsome face, Kylo smiled warmly down at you. When he brought his lips to yours again, they were soft and soothing. Letting some of his weight settle down upon you, his mouth gently caressed yours while your hands smoothed across his broad shoulders.

“That was incredible, Kylo,” you whispered into his kiss, feeling him smile in response.

“Yes, you were,” he corrected, his was voice as thick and heavy as the rest of him.

It was pure euphoria, being so engulfed by this beast of a man, yet held and touched so gently. You never wanted your bodies to be apart.

When Kylo rolled off of you, he pulled you into what was becoming your favorite place in the world, in his strong embrace, resting your head on his chest.

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As Kylo had warned you, morning came far too quickly. If the deep black of night when he roused you could be called ‘morning.’

You awoke to the smell of coffee, the sound of running water, and Kylo’s lips on yours. He kissed you softly into consciousness from where he straddled your body, hovering above you.

“Join me in the shower, lovely,” he implored in a sleep-gravelly voice against your lips. “Let me tell you good morning properly.”

With a reluctant sigh, you allowed Kylo to pull you to your feet and herd you into the bathroom.

A thick haze of steam filled the bathroom when you entered. The shower was a luxurious open design, offering plenty of room for you both.

Kylo stepped under the water first, testing its temperature. Joining him, you placed your hands on the thick planes of his chest, smoothing over the muscle. It was the first time you had seen him naked in the light and his chest was even more impressive than you had calculated. All of his body was.

You had also failed to appreciate the substantial number of scars that decorated his skin in varying sizes and ages. You immediately saw several distinctly puckered scars from bullet wounds and triple the number of laceration scars left by knives and blades.

Moving closer, you traced a scar that slashed across his chest with your finger. A pleasured rumble vibrated through Kylo’s ribs at your soft touch. His arms wrapped around you, spreading body wash along your back with his caress. You felt his cock filling out against you, already rising in response to your touch.

No other scar was so large or prominent as the one on his face that trailed down onto his chest. You kissed the place on his chest where the scar ended, following it up with your lips to kiss his collarbone.

Movement from the bathroom doorway drew your attention. Without thinking, you shoved Kylo roughly back against the shower wall, interrupting your moment of intimate entanglement, pressing your body flush to his.

Two bullets struck the shower right where your heads had been. An explosion of tile peppered your naked bodies with chips and shards.

The thick cloud of steam that filled the bathroom hid you two for a brief moment. Enough time for Kylo to charge out of the shower at the gunman.

Kylo knocked the man’s gun arm aside, sending the gun flying. In the same powerful motion, Kylo shot his arm out to hook around the man’s neck, pulling the gunman against his chest in a rear choke. Kylo slammed his forearm against the man’s larynx as he locked his arms in a vice around the man’s neck. With his larynx crushed and all his blood and airflow cut off, the man’s body went limp in seconds in Kylo’s deadly hold.

Quietly easing the corpse to the floor, Kylo grabbed the man’s gun. He moved to the bathroom door, pausing to listen for sounds coming from inside your room.

Almost too quick for your vision to track, Kylo leaned from the doorway and fired two rapid shots. The handgun’s silenced muzzle rendered the sound to nothing more than soft puffs.

“We need to hurry,” Kylo told you from where he stood naked in the doorway. “There will be more.”

Stepping over the body of the man in the bathroom, you dried quickly before entering the bedroom. Another body greeted you, splayed across the floor by the foot of the bed, blood pooling around his ruptured head like a macabre halo.

“This is good luck, actually,” Kylo said cheerily amidst pulling on his pants. “These men likely came from the Agency’s Base. Which means they’ll be expected to return. This gives us an in.”

You smiled at him in response, dressing quickly yourself. The armed shoulder holster was the final touch to your outfit before pulling on your coat. You lost track of the number of guns and other weapons you saw Kylo hide away in his suit and jacket.

Once fully dressed, he pulled a folded pocketknife out of the depths of his suit. Flicking the blade open with his thumb, he knelt beside the body in the bedroom.

You watched in confusion as Kylo lifted the man’s hand and proceeded to cut his thumb off. He then wrapped the digit in a handkerchief before standing and walking to you.

“Their thumbprints should be keyed to enter or exit the Base,” he explained holding the lurid gift out to you. “In case we get separated.”

“Charming.” You stuffed the handkerchief into a pocket of your jacket, wrinkling your nose.

“I’ll get you something more romantic when we get out of this.” Kylo flashed you his million-dollar smile.

Returning to the bathroom, Kylo made quick work of removing a thumb off the other man for himself. You heard him wash the blood off his hands before coming back to your side. You wondered how long they would stay clean.

Kylo grabbed his tactical sniper rifle, slinging it over his shoulder, then took your hand.

Outside, you found the assassins’ transportation parked in a snowdrift behind your lodge. Electric snowmobiles. Silent.

The winter predawn air was deathly cold. The kind of cold that was so biting it froze you from the inside out just by inhaling the frigid air into your lungs.

Riding the snowmobiles in the bitter cold across the glacial landscape required a level of resolve that you had rarely employed. It was against every human instinct to head out into such terrible cold. You tried to focus on Kylo’s broad back and proud shoulders, riding tall ahead of you.

The Base was across a valley from the Matterhorn. It was hidden high up in the mountains, just past tree line. The natural conditions created the first line of defense. The only way to avoid most of the traps was to follow a small hidden trail over the first few ridges, and then winding back down directly into the compound. 

Even the snowmobile trail itself was treacherous. The blades sunk into the powdery snow, which, in places, piled feet high on either side of you. You also had to be vigilant for hidden fissures that, with one false turn, could allow the mountain to swallow you whole. 

Darkness had lifted just enough to make out silhouettes against the snowy backdrop when you came into view of the Base. Cresting over a final ridge, you could faintly make out the structure below you.

Kylo stopped to survey the large compound. Kneeling beside his snowmobile, he retrieved his rifle from his shoulder and rested it over the seat, aimed at the Base. The scope gathered more light than the eye and through it, Kylo could make out a spattering of sentry guards. They stood outside, hiding their faces in their jackets from the cold.

Clicking off the safety, Kylo waited until two of the guards were out of view of each other. He squeezed the trigger, sending a silenced round through one guard’s forehead. Bolting another round into the chamber, he sighted and shot the second man before the body of the first had slumped fully to the ground.

Kylo waited patiently behind his rifle, still as a marble sculpture in the freezing cold, for another guard to appear.

He was soon rewarded when two men stepped outside to light cigarettes on a second story balcony. Kylo shot them both through their heads before either could register any danger.

Several long minutes of waiting yielded no more guards. You had a short window from the time that Kylo killed all the exterior sentry guards until their absence was noted.

Mounting his snowmobile again, Kylo surged forward.

The snowdrifts were piled high around the Base. High enough to reach the second story balcony. You could both easily sneak through the upper door that the two smoking guards had exited and left unlocked by their untimely deaths.

It seemed almost too easy. That you could maneuver unseen so close to the structure. Kylo found an especially deep pile of snow amid a boulder field. Large rocks and crevasses abutting the Base shielded your snowmobiles perfectly.

Only minutes were needed for the two of you to reach the balcony and its two lonely corpses, already close to frozen where they had fallen. As you passed them, you saw an icy sheen on the pooled blood and a frosty glaze over the men’s eyes.

Kylo walked ahead of you, gun held at the ready, ensuring he met any danger first, protecting you with his broad frame.

Slipping inside, Kylo immediately sighted three more men. One of whom faced away, two held a conversation inside the room.

Kylo silently drew his second gun. His motion drew the attention of one of the men. Kylo shot the man through the eye as the offending organ locked onto Kylo. Immediately switching targets, Kylo shot the second man before he could react and in instant succession, he sent a bullet into the remaining man’s head with his left hand. All three bodies fell to the floor almost in unison.

Once secure, Kylo motioned for you to follow him inside.

You stepped into a sprawling lounge furnished with couches and a theater style entertainment room.

The first sensation that hit you was the welcoming warmth of the room, ushering feeling back into your frozen limbs.

The second thing that registered, hitting you with a wave of nausea, was a voice you hadn’t heard in months.

Kylo’s head and both guns jerked toward the voice, ready to make those words the other man’s last.

“I never expected you, Y/N, to be the one to put a chink in the Black Knight’s armor,” a familiar foreign accent resounded through the room.

You and Kylo both fixed upon the source. On the large wall mounted TV, a recording of the man you both knew as DJ played. The black haired exotic looking man on the screen absently spoke to you both as if you were all old acquaintances.

“Trust you to find the weakness of the most formidable Professional in the game,” DJ laughed pleasantly. “What do they call that? A honeypot?”

Kylo looked at you, his features reflecting the same confusion that riddled your mind.

“Although, I couldn’t have planned this better myself. How else could I get you both in the same place at the same time? Let alone, have you come to me willingly as a pair.” The man on the screen smiled ominously into the room.

“Kylo, we have to run,” you said urgently, realization crashing over you in an icy wave, as you reached to grab Kylo’s arm. “Now!”

Meeting your eyes, the same understanding hit Kylo, his eyes widening.

Shoving his guns back into their holsters, Kylo lunged at you. He pushed you forcibly back out of the exterior door onto the balcony, running behind you. He didn’t take your hand or arm this time, he pushed you powerfully ahead from behind, keeping his body between you and the looming danger.

You had just reached the end of the balcony, aiming for the snowdrift that would lead to your snowmobile, when the explosion triggered.

The Agency’s Base exploded from the ground up. Igniting at its foundation, the self-destruct mechanism of the building tore it apart from the inside out in a torrent of exploding fire.

The force of the blast knocked you stumbling sideways, away from the building, out over the edge of the balcony. Only Kylo’s powerful arm stopped you. He grabbed you, seemingly from midair, pulling you back to his side. He charged the last few feet through the blast, an unstoppable force, to dive off the balcony into the snowdrift, pulling you with him.

Fire erupted on his heels. The explosion tore through the balcony just as your feet left it. The force of the blast propelled you both further from the building, along with other flaming debris.

Half sliding and half running, Kylo pulled you with him as he plowed through the snow toward the boulders that hid your vehicles.

Another explosion boomed behind you, shaking the ground under your feet like an earthquake. The snowmobiles were in sight, only yards away, safety behind the protection of the boulders.

Grabbing you around the waist, Kylo tackled you the last few feet, slamming you down into the snow behind the boulders and covering your body with his, just as the final explosion ripped through the building and surrounding landscape. The boulders saved you both, taking the brunt of the debris that shot out of the explosion like a shrapnel mine.

The sound itself was enough to daze you. Your ears rang with a static buzzing whine. You thought it was only in your own head that the world spun and shook.

When Kylo yanked you roughly to your feet, unsteady and staggering himself, you realized that the ground itself was shaking. A deep rumbling echoed through the mountain valley, separate from any explosion.

“Avalanche,” Kylo gritted, as he dragged you to the nearest snowmobile. “The explosion triggered a fucking avalanche.”

Kylo seated you on the snowmobile and climbed onto the seat in front of you. He pulled your arms around his waist, pressing your hands to lock together around him.

As soon as your fingers laced, Kylo gunned the snowmobile ahead with as much torque as it had.

You wanted to bury your face into Kylo’s back, seek comfort in his strength, but your gaze was drawn behind you.

Turning your head to look over your shoulder, you saw the packed snow covering the mountain behind you falling away. An ocean of snow crashing down the mountain, boiling and churning, as it loomed down upon you.

The wind hit you first. A bluster of frozen air and snow pushed ahead by the avalanche hit you both with a force that felt as strong as a hurricane. Kylo was blind, driving ahead through the swirling snow. Around you, the valley reverberated with the howl of a freight train and rumble of a rockslide, as a mountainside worth of snow fell toward you.

The trail ascended quickly, carrying you both away from the howling avalanche that chased close behind you.

When you crested the ridge from which Kylo had shot the guards, Kylo slowed. Looking behind, the avalanche had mostly settled, only a few remnants still sliding down the mountain.

The Base was completely covered. Snow filled the valley yards deep above the tallest point of the building. Looking now, it was as though it had never even existed.

You couldn’t believe what had happened, the extent of the destruction that had occurred in only a few short minutes that felt like hours. You did not know firsthand what being in shock felt like, but this feeling had to be close.

Suddenly, another deep booming sound startled you, echoing through the mountains.

Kylo was fucking laughing, rich and loud.

“Well, that should cover our tracks for a while,” Kylo huffed. “It will take weeks for anyone to dig down through all that white bullshit to start counting bodies. We’re covered from both the eyes of the Agency and the public.”

“We were due for some good luck, I guess.” Your voice shook from the cold and from your own relieved laughter.

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Kylo slept in much later the following morning. It was you who rose first, silently and stealthily, pulling on his large black shirt. Only the Matterhorn watched you from outside your window.

Standing beside the bed, you looked down at Kylo’s wild hair and resting features. Everything about him looked so soft in the early morning light. Only the angry ragged scar that split his cheek revealed the danger and hardness within him. He was sleeping deeply, a light snore thrumming in his chest.

Smiling to yourself, you wondered if he was worn out more from the fighting and the killing, or from the three rounds of fucking you afterward. An hours long celebration between your thighs.

His black suit jacket was draped over a chair near the bed, covering his shoulder holsters that hung on the chair beneath.

Walking to the chair, you trailed your fingers along the shoulders of the jacket, feeling the fine material under your touch. You could faintly smell Kylo on his clothes, his unique scent tinged with adventure.

Your hand dipped under the jacket’s lapel to retrieve one of his handguns from its holster. Raising the gun to shoulder level, you traced your opposite finger along its barrel as you admired it more closely.

Soft rustling from the bed drew your attention. Kylo, awakened by the absence of your body next to his, propped himself back against the headboard. One arm looped behind his head of beautifully tousled hair, the other shoved beneath a pillow, he smiled at you groggily.

“I have a bigger gun over here under the sheets, if you like playing with dangerous things,” he teased, his voice thick and gravely with sleep.

Still holding his gun in your raised fist, you walked to the foot of the bed, eyes fixed on your charmingly disheveled man.

“You can’t imagine, Kylo, how flattered I was when you told me that you had always wanted to meet me,” you confessed, watching him closely, as his brow furrowed in confusion. “I have wanted to meet you for a long time, myself.”

Kylo didn’t respond. He only watched you with his lupine gaze, now fully alert.

“The contract on you didn’t go public because you failed to kill me in Prague,” you spoke calmly. “It was because I failed to kill you.”

“You’re the Ronin,” Kylo stated, his lips turning into a devilish grin. “I am impressed.”

“I was equally impressed by the Black Knight. Your fearsome reputation doesn’t do you justice.” Your warm smile contrasted sharply with the weapon in your hand, held poised to aim and fire in the blink of an eye. “You never suspected me?”

“I wouldn’t say that, lovely.” Faster than your eyes could follow, Kylo pulled his hand from beneath the pillow, a smaller handgun held in his grip. Aimed at you. “I had my suspicions.”

“I continue to be impressed, handsome,” you said evenly, an eyebrow raised in admiration. “But we both know your safety’s on.”

Kylo huffed an ironic laugh at your words.

“Who am I kidding?” He asked himself more than you. “I don’t have it in me, gorgeous.” Kylo lowered his gun, dropping it onto the mattress, and reached his arm behind his head to join its mate. His expression was almost amused as he looked at you and the gun you held, his amber eyes gleaming in the early morning sunlight. “They say that women make better killers than men. Ferocious creatures.”

At his words, you allowed your own hand to fall, dropping your gun onto the mattress. Following it, you lowered yourself onto the bed, crawling up to Kylo and the warm smile that bloomed on his lips.

Moving up the bed, you returned to your place at his side, feeling his arm lock around you and pull you tight against his body.

“You know what we have to do now,” Kylo said while kissing along your hairline.

“Of course.” You nuzzled into his firm chest. “You can consider it a second date.”

“We’ll have to kill them all,” Kylo affirmed, his hand rubbing you gently. “We’ll kill them all together.”

“Yes,” you agreed simply. You placed a kiss to his chest before pushing yourself up, swinging your leg over his hips to straddle him. You looked down at him with a smile as you started to grind yourself on his rapidly hardening cock. “As you said, fortune favors the bold.”

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