#kylo ren is a ruthless man

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Fantasy | Kylo Ren x Reader Smut

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

Word count: 4.3K

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

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

"Why did you invite me here?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You've been on my mind recently."

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

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

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

"You mean Admiral Fando?" 

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

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

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

She cleared her throat eventually. "Why?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She gave in.

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

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

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

They both felt that question between their legs.

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

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

"You could have not entered my thoughts."

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

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

"Let's meet again soon."

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

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

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

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

"Where are you headed?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What's going on?" Fando frowned.

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

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

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

"Follow me."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You underestimate me as well, Kylo."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Kylo... Please..."

That's what he wanted to hear.

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

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

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

As she expected, he did not buy it.

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

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

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

He smiled with satisfaction. "As I thought."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You're so right."

[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.

[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

[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. 👀

[redrascal1]

In a few weeks time, it will be three years since the release of TROS and ultimately what I didn't realise at the time, was going to be the end of my love for SW, a love I'd had for over forty years.

I still find it hard to accept that they erased every single one of Lucas's heroes (except Lando) as well as killing off arguably the most fascinating and complex characters ever created in the saga. Worse, is why they did it.

They did it because Kylo Ren was stealing the show.

Tom Hiddleston stole the show in the Avengers/Thor films. The movies all had great actors, but Tom's sardonic, ruthless yet vulenrable Trickster god was the one who got the most fans. And therefore...he had to go. But Loki has returned on tv. Disney/Marvel realised they had killed off a potential cash cow, so they resurrected Loki.

DLF, however, seem to be stubbornly refusing to accept what a colossal mistake they have made. Instead of finding a way of bringing back Ben Solo, they are placating fans with tv series set in the past, and at the moment appear to have made a success of it. But ...how long can they live in the past?

Sooner or later they are going have to go beyond the good old days, and look to the future. And they have frankly, seriously damaged their future by killing of the most popular of the new characters created for the ST.

DLF decided that the ST must have a female protagonist, so Rey was created. Which is fine. But the problem was, her character was nowhere near as interesting as that of the 'antagonist'. It isn't Daisy Ridley's fault, as she had to play Rey as written, but it took TROS to prove just how uninteresting the characters of Rey, Finn and Poe are compared to Kylo.

The Trio do have their fans, I've seen a lot of them on SW forums, but outside us 'geeks'. Kylo is by far an away the most popular of the ST cast. It was proved by the official poll on DLF's own SW site, which he won by 81% of the votes....Rey got just 5%.

Finn, whose fans insist was meant to be leading man, got 1%.

The public took Adam Driver's unhappy anti villain to their hearts, and wanted more of him. Not the supposedly main protagonist.

And DLF chose to give them more of...Rey.

Because, as I've said before Abrams wanted Rey as a replacement for Kylo. She was supposed to be the 'more deserving' child of the Skywalkers, replacing their tainted flesh and blood. Take the excellent TLJ out of the saga and you have 'How Rey Stole the Skywalker Legacy - with their blessings'.

Rey won Han's admiration in five minutes in TFA. At the end of the film, it was Rey Leia hugged, not Chewie - she hugged a young woman she had never met, who would have perished at her orders if not for Finn, instead of the Wookie who had been another brother for thirty years.

And TROS hammered that home. Rey got the Skywalker sabres, the Falcon, the 'family name'. Supplementary material declared her as 'Han's true heir'. She had the same desert background as Luke, the same type of clothing. This is excruciating enough, but the fact that their real child was neglected, ignored, and targeted all his life by a predator makes it a truly unpleasant message - essentially Han and Leia screwed up, so they picked an upgrade. No wonder many real life abuse victims who identified with Kylo are unhappy about this.

It's not just unfair, it's disturbing.

At the end of the day, if DLF want to continue the story past the ST - and they are apparently now discussing this - they will have to hope that the future projects which will have to feature The Trio will be lucrative.

And will they? Because the poor reception TROS, the film meant to make everyone love Rey, recieved from the general public has proved unequivocally that people wanted more Kylo.Not more Rey, Rey, Rey. As well as proving that her character was at it's most interesting when interacting with him. Rey Palpatine can't carry her own film(s).

And outside fans on the JCF ...does anyone really want Finn/Rey? The sexual chemistry just isn't there, no matter what John and Daisy want. A 'reylo inspired' book has become a best seller. The Rise of Kylo Ren comic was a huge success.DLF threw away what could have been SW's most stirring and unforgettable romance, and their best character, in order to pander to a minority. No one's fault but theirs.

[ofthestcrs]

Kha'il had been told of Kylo Ren's ruthless ways, but never had he imagined it would come to this. It's almost frustrating considering Kha'il feels he's already earned his keep. The bloodshed he'd caused was endless in the name of the First Order. Yet, that wasn't good enough. Perhaps, Ren was testing him for something greater than the order. So many people inhabited this base, but could Kha'il say he truly trusted most of them? No. This was about earning Ren's trust. His respect. That was not handed out like tokens.

"I'm sure." Kha'il said then, flicking his wrists as two blades fell from his armor. His body bounced as he got into a fighting position. There was no apology in his eyes. A small price to pay to continue doing what he did best. A killer and a monster were all he would ever be. It was what he was raised to do.

It was evident in the way he moved. Predatory but defensive. He was scoping out how the knight fought. He could almost smell the desperation in the air and Kha'il used it to his advantage. It was fun to play cat and mouse, lead Vicrul this way and that, but it ended with one of the blades placed firmly into the knight's chest. He did not hold back. Kha'il used his foot to push Vicrul's boy in the other direction as it fell. If only Kha'il could see the vacant eyes of the man underneath the mask, but he got no such benefit. He drew his knives back and his body posture eased.

"That was a bit easier." He admitted, "I've had others put up harder fights."

Kylo Ren listened intently. He seemed to thrum by the end of Kha’il’s story, like some mystic token energized by the violence of the tale. 

“The first is always hardest,” he said, with a trickle of sympathy. “Until you realize how all the others pale in comparison.” 

“Why don’t you give us a demonstration?” Ren motioned to Vicrul. So casually, as though they were no more than a vase soon to be tipped. The other Knight froze on the spot. Whether by choice or force remained unclear. Their helm swiveled from Kha’il to Kylo Ren in what seemed to be impartiality, but Kylo Ren immediately called, ‘a profitless effort to read the room.’  

“Go ahead,” he said to Khai’l. “This won’t be any more challenging than killing a child.”

As he stepped away, the air around them grew taught. The room was a hardened artery begging for release. And although he maintained his shadow-like distance, it was Ren who held the scalpel.

[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.”

Want more? Feed me some likes.

[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

-

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

Masterlist

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.”

[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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[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.