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ladythornofrivia · 1 year ago

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MY SCAVENGER || Kylo Ren!Aemond x Rey!Reader

a/n: i’ve been thinking about what one-shot I should do next. Though I’m currently writing Saltburn fanfic, I love Star Wars. Even Reylo! Have fun reading! (Some dialogue in the beginning doesn’t belong to me. It belongs to the movie.)

warnings: interrogation, torture kink, lust at first sight, breeding kink, p in v sex, fight scene, violence, aemond has issues, loss of virginity, aemond is a d*ck, kink size, obsessive aemond, dom/sub, aemond not only uses the power of force on reader but also with his d*ck. Bl*wjob, degradation kink, creampie

pair: aemond x reader

Somewhere in the galaxy far away, the leader of the First Order, Aemond Targaryen, was hunting for the map that’ll lead him to Daemon Targaryen, the last Jedi ever existed. Or so he believed.

While Aemond knew the legends of his uncle and his journey as a Jedi warrior, but those who commanded under Aemond’s order and leadership, not a soul in a galaxy believed Daemon ever existed, not in the history textbooks or screens. The stormtroopers only meant to serve their skilled leader.

As young as he was, Aemond Targaryen is known for his cold and calculating nature. He kept his helmet on, under any circumstances, and wields a red lightsaber. Tall and lethal, no one really knew what he looked like—it left to the imagination far and wide, leading his troops picturing of his appearance. Aemond wouldn’t dare make his troops or his other commanding officers enter his private quarters.

In the galaxy, everyone feared him.

Until you.

A nobody living in the stories of galaxy.

Hunting for scraps and leftovers for the sake of small profit to keep on living. Finding rare scraps in Jakku, was meddlesome. A nightmare. Filled in stacks of desert sand and humid waves lingered and pierced your skin.

Deserted land has been your home. And in your home, inside the AT-AT Walker, after you scratch another tally mark on the metallic wall, you cooked a loaf of bread and fried vegetables and scraps of thin meat. You wondered when your life will begin anew with reborn purpose. A nobody, in the galactic space, hoped your family would return.

You hoped that your life isn’t meaningless.

Jakku has been destroyed; in chaos, you’re forced to leave—of taking refuge, but more companions in your journey agreed that Jakku is nothing but a junkyard, and there you met a legendary shooter and a Wookie Warrior. But the plans failed.

For Aemond Targaryen spotted the map to Daemon Tarygaryen’s location. But the expectant acquirance wasn’t the astromech, droid BB8, rather, something far more interesting.

Aemond captured you—after minutes of chase and defense in the thickened forest. “Bring the girl,” he ordered, as your body fell to unconsciousness by the force, as he carried you and fled away with his ship, brought you to the First Order base, entrapped in metal straps as soon as you woke up.

Luminous lights and thick air provoked your tightened lungs to breath and your skin had broken a perspiration.

The doors opened, unveiling a tall, dark figure between the gaps of archway. Stomping on his shoes echoed until became nothing.

“Where are the others?” you asked, rasping, eyes hazed.

“You mean the murderers, traitors and thieves and cravens you call friends,” he said, taunting, his voice was nearly a merry. “You’ll be in such a relief that I have no clue to where they are.”

The reflection of his mask stared back at you. “You still want to murder me—challenge me,” he assumed.

“Well, that’s what happens if you’ve been chased and captured by the monstrous creature in a mask,” you snapped, low voice laced with venom.

His mask has taken off, long silk strands of silver-blond hair flowed over his chest, as the violet eye and the substitution of his sapphire gleamed at you. For a second, you never thought that your captor is skilled fighter, but it’s also young—young and handsome. His milky skin aglow, a good correlation to his deep stone wedged on the empty socket of his amputated eye, lined with scar that is faded. Outline of his jaw sharpened, shadowed as he strode closer to you.

Thundered, his mask dropped at a nearby stand, the grey sand flew and dissipated as his lithe frame inched closer.

“The droid,” he said, almost frantic. “Tell me about the droid. I know the droid has the map to Daemon Targaryen. Ever heard of him?”

Looking at his eye, you shook your head, “Never heard of him,” you answered, the illuminated lights flashed over your eyelids each time you blinked.

Aemond inched his face closer. “Your heart beat is pounding awfully loud.”

“Must be the heat,” you retorted.

He chuckled. “What a clever liar you are. But not clever enough. Now, tell me about the droid.”

“He’s a BB Unit with a Selenium Drive with a Thermal Hyperscan Vindicator.”

“It’s carrying a navigational chart, which the droid possesses the map.” His head tilted. “You, a scavenger, living on Jakku—a deserted planet with nothing to offer.” His face leaned closer. “You know I can take what I want.”

You swallowed, eyes flicking at his smooth pink-colored lips.

“My,” he said, licking his lower lip. “It appears you have some sort of interest in me, showed no signs of fear.”

You looked away, face reddened from the strict heat in the room and the huskiness in his voice. His hand outreached to your side temple, though no contact. You felt the Force strengthened and battled against the mobility of your system.

“You’re lonely. Alone and desperate. Waiting for someone to show up and rescue you. Waiting for someone to lead you out from the land, from the galaxy and into the great land with trees and life. I can sense the anger…not only that…something far more…delicate…in the matter based on your compromising position,” he cooed.

You resisted, of course, but your energy drained quicker.

His body leaned back, taking a good look of your exasperated form. “Tell you what, I’ll release you, but only if you can give something to me, in one condition.”

You (e/c) locked onto his. “And what would that be?”

Only the corners of Aemond’s lips curled.

“Please, no,” you begged, wrists tied up behind your back while Aemond was sitting on a spare chair, his thick and lithe legs spread wide while you’re in between them, knees already hurting.

“Shhh, trust me, my little scavenger,” he cooed again, his gloved hand flattened behind your head and dragged it downward. “So, are you going to be my good woman, or do I have show you the force again?”

Gulping, you succumbed at his voice. Maybe another way of his “force”.

“Good woman,” he praised, and unzipped his black trousers, his long and thick cock sprung out it nearly hit your cheek below the eye. “Sorry, darling, my cock couldn’t help but to view at the sight of you,” he said, smirking, tugging your locks, hauling you closer to his engorged tip, leaking. Your lips opened, taken his length in, choking. It felt as if your eating a whole uncut rod—or a thicker lightsaber. “All trapped underneath me, my power. The force within can’t abide much later.”

Gagging proceeded in your throat, but you took his length in precarious and fervent care.

“That’s it,” he groaned, his other hand flicked, the force brought your head down further to the end of his swollen cock, his large balls. “Argh! That’s…it.”

It was impressive for him to not only deal with a woman with capable resistance, but also has a coy nature she has been hiding—a tease.

The force no longer hostage you; your mouth watered as you took his cock well, swallowing the taste of his flesh, his warm flesh. Oh, how delightful. You never dealt a Jedi or a commander to have desirable or naughty urges. But you figured that even the force cannot contain beastly urges of a man. Aemond was one. But, has he ever been a woman before you? Jealousy pitted down on your heated belly, flickering.

It felt so wrong, but, your heart was aching for him, despite “meeting” under the matters of selfish urgency and a brink of death.

Aemond sighed, his silver-blond locks befallen on his broad and lean backside, his throat bobbed, heaving and sighing at your warm and slick mouth.

“Your thoughts are troubling you again,” he said. “No, I have never been with a woman.”

You doubted. Tortured at the thought of a previous woman, a torture where a previous woman might do better than you—an inexperienced scavenger.

“I never lie,” he said. His index finger flicked, and the hair ties on your head casted, your longish locks flowed, nesrly covering up your breast. “In fact, I never did.”

Semen spurted in your slippery mouth.

“Take it all in, darling,” he encouraged, hearing your throat quenched its thirst, smothered in his slick and spurt of his thick semen.

The room became hotter as Aemond strapped your wrists above your head onto the prison bed.

“Stay still, woman,” he grunted, his lips inched downward to yours, seeing if the pace of his breath matched with yours.

Your chest steadied from a grasping breath you tried to behold with gentleness. Aemond sensed it, too.

“You’re steady…Good.” And plunged his suppled lips to yours, caging your soft ragged breaths, playing your tongue with his, heavy sighs played out in the air, his palm snuck in your cloth, smooth fingertips tracing the lines of your stomach, the soft steep of ribcage.

“With you under my protection, nothing can go wrong, little scavenger,” he said, his tucked hand withdrew, and flicked a sharp movement, and your clothes shred and tossed across the room under his Force.

Gasping, Aemond silenced your lips again under a deep passion. A sheer underwear tucked your maidenhood. Frustrated, Aemond snatched and ripped in one swoop, his cock engorged twice, hardened, his throat dried and croaked at the sight of your flawless beauty, picturing the lines of stretch marks on your lower belly from the swollen pregnancy. Aemond thought beforehand that if the First Order has been under siege, in one way to promote a difficult position that couldn’t diffuse, he needed an heir, an heir of a stronger, faster and more calculating version of himself.

“Hold on, scavenger, I’m sure this will be painful for you, but you’ll grow to love the feeling of my cock, grinding inside your walls. How do you feel now, little woman? Are you willing to give an heir for me?”

You gasped. There was so much life ahead of you. Unsure of his words, you were sure he’s crazy to know that one, obtaining pregnancy is scandalous—especially if a father is a notorious leader. He could be killed, and could be tortured or his enemies will use you and the child to proceed their victory to reach Aemond.

Gulping and vibrating under him, you uttered. “Why me?”

Your heart is torn in half. What if Aemond is only using you as a spare time hobby? What if he’ll soon find a lover who’s more beautiful and mature and not childlike like you, and for you to be thrown in the dark and be forgotten? Numerous possibilities rushing in your mind—and halted—when Aemond said, “I won’t betray you. Betraying is the enemy’s job.”

“But you’re the enemy,” you remarked.

“In this room, you’ll only see the real me, as the real Aemond, a beast hidden in a skin of a man,” he murmured. “I must have you,” he grunted, pushing his cock into your constricted folds, pumping and sliding in a tremendous pace that the bed rocked.

Moans ascended in the roofs, Aemond’s quiet grunts entered through your ears. Your legs wrapped around his slender waist, bobbing as his powerful thrusts electrified your drenched walls.

Your eyes lulled, but Aemond grasped your face and aligned it to his, violet eye narrowed. “Look at me as I fuck you good—heavy and fast. Your belly will soon swell with a future Jedi, a more powerful warrior than any good-for-nothing troops in the galaxy.”

His legs ached as his one hand untied the knot on your wrist and hauled your body up for you to snuggle him, bed rocking continuously as your voice rasped, airily sighing with your eyes closed, almost seeing pink stars swirling in your closed lids, your mouth sucked Aemond’s neck, offered a low hiss through his teeth.

“That’s it, my good angel,” Aemond purred,the flat of his large hands enveloped and motioned against your naked back. The heat in the room faded, the coldness bumped into your bare flesh; the air condition is activated, encouraged your warm bodies to go at full speed.

“Aemond,” you moaned, head threw back.

Aemond’s pace became sloppy, staggered at you calling his name. “Say it again, my darling scavenger. Say my name.”

“Aemond…Aemond,” your hips gyrated, in pleasurable heat.

His lips curved. “I knew you would love it eventually.”

“Need you to come…inside me..in me…on me…in my mouth or face. Fuck me good,” you begged, corner of your lips salivating, tongue buds prickling, in hopes to taste his cock again.

But you missed the part where Aemond’s eye gleamed in darkened shade, in secret thrill.

Grabbing your hips, nails deepened and bruised your flesh and bones as his thrusts shoved harder, sending your voice wailing through the roof. You were sure that the Stormtroopers would stop and listen over your voice. Aemond couldn’t care less; he loved seeing you like this.

“Almost there, my scavenger,” he groaned, kissing your cheek, last few rounds set in; your arms slightly flailed yet gripped around his neck, face nuzzled onto his lean neck as he blasted hot white liquid inside you.

Kissing on several spots on your face, Aemond tugged your body down with him, with your side profile pressed against his chest, his hand rested on your back head while the other brushed your back.

“The child will soon grow into you,” he reminded.

“What about the droid?” you asked, puzzled.

Aemond scoffed. “Forget about that damn droid. It is you who I am enamored to, who I am now devoted to.”

“Is this the power of force?”

“No, this is my love yearning for someone—for you, my sweet,” he said. “The force is neither the army nor the galaxy. The force is within us, and only us can gather. The force can sometimes break us.”

“You didn’t break me,” you noted, admiring his sapphire eye.

Aemond smiled. “No, but you tamed the force within me.”

And you both shared a tender kiss under dimmed light.

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upon-a-starry-night · 6 months ago

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While We Dream Pt.1

Kylo Ren x Fem! Reader

Star Wars Masterlist Series Masterlist

Word Count: 1.4k

Summary: As Kylo sleeps he finds himself mysteriously transported to your modern world, while you sleep you find yourself following alongside Kylo as he goes about his duties as “supreme leader?” who even was this guy? And why does he keep talking about ‘The Force?'

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You know how in life there are those days that make you want to squeeze lemon juice directly into a fresh cut just to feel something? Well, you were having one of those days.

You’d just been laid off from your job and to make matters worse you locked your keys in your car while you were packing away your desk essentials. It would take the mechanic two hours to arrive so you could either sit there looking pathetic in the parking lot of the job you just got fired from or you could take a walk.

Yeah, you weren’t going to humiliate yourself with that first option, especially not after all your coworkers avoided eye contact with you as you packed up your belongings.

Running your hands through your hair, you sighed in frustration, looking up at the cloudy gray abyss above you. Well at least the weather matched your mood, you just hoped it would hold off on raining until after you were back home. Maybe then you could cuddle up with your cat and a good book and forget today ever happened.

Walking in the opposite direction as your old office building, you turn around to glare at it in all its boring corporate glory.

“Good riddance” you mutter under your breath as you shove your hands in your pockets and let the sidewalk lead you to something that would hopefully brighten your day.

You’d never really gotten to explore the area around your work aside from the coffee and bagel shop you’d frequent for breakfast and the deli two buildings down where you’d get lunch. You’d miss the sandwiches at that deli but there was no way you would go back there and risk running into your coworkers. It was only noon and today was already one of the worst of your adult life experiences.

It wasn’t like you particularly liked that job, you yearned for a creativity that would never be found behind a wooden desk in a cubicle. Still, you’d made a few accomplices and had started growing used to your routine.

You didn't know if it was bad luck or the universe telling you to finally do something more adventurous with your life but either way, you’d need to find a new job soon.

So lost in thought, you don’t even realize where you are until you stumble over a stray tree root. Only then do you notice the gorgeous park you’re in. It’s roughly the size of a large backyard but it’s filled with so many plants and tall trees that you could nearly forget you were in the middle of a city if the honking of traffic didn’t give it away.

Flowers of every color blossom all along the brick pathway and all sorts of pollinators flitter around the garden. It’s a wonder they can find their way to this place through all the buildings and construction around but if you lived here you’d probably never leave it anyway.

It would feel like a segment pulled straight out of a forest if it weren’t for the fountain in the middle of it all. It’s a beautiful circle made out of white marble with a woman in the center holding some sort of pot where the water is flowing from.

It’s nothing but a simple statue but something about the woman's eyes is warm and motherly, whoever carved them must have spent a lot of time on them to get them to feel so inviting. They don’t look directly at you, however, they focus just to the right of where you're standing and you follow the line of sight till you notice something in the bushes.

Curious as to what could be so important that they’d face the statue towards it, you move to investigate the mysterious object and are pointedly surprised to find a coin machine buried amongst the leaves and vines. It reads:

“Wish coins. Hold the coin in your hands and make a wish then toss it into the fountain. The Universe is kind to those with pure intentions. Only one per person!”

From the looks of it, no one’s used it in a long time and it makes you sad that humanity has seemingly given up on simple things like making a wish in a fountain. You remember doing it once or twice as a kid, although your wishes never came true- it was probably for the best that you didn’t receive 15 puppies and all the toys in the world at age 8.

It only costs a penny to get a coin from the machine so after a few minutes of digging through all your pants pockets you manage to scrounge up one dirty penny made in 2003 from your back pocket. You insert it and twist until your ‘wish coin’ comes out with a clank.

It’s bigger than a dollar coin and looks like something you’d get at an arcade or gaming festival. It’s got a star on both sides instead of anything remotely similar to real currency but it holds the weight of real metal and looks entirely made of copper. Even if you don’t throw it in it’s a pretty cute trinket to have found.

Checking your watch, you see that you still have an hour until the mechanics can get to your car so you walk over and take a seat on the fountain, admiring the greenery, you think about how you probably never would have found this place if all of the bad stuff didn’t happen. Although you didn't know if this surpassed the loss of your job you were grateful to have found such a beautiful place to rest and wait.

Taking a deep breath in, you flip the coin in your palm over a few times, staring at it in consideration. It couldn’t hurt to try…could it?

Truth be told, you don't know why you’re putting so much thought into it but maybe there was a small part of you that still believed in silly things like this. The little girl in you that held out hope that things like magic actually exist somewhere in this world.

Standing up, you turn and face the fountain as you clutch onto the coin with both hands and think of the perfect wish. What is it that you really wanted anyway?

A job? No, that was something you needed, and it didn't feel like something worth wasting a wish on.

A partner? Now that would be nice, someone to come home to and cheer you up on days like these, but even that didn’t feel right and you didn’t want to end up in one of those shitty genie situations where they take your words literally and end up screwing you over.

What was it that you truly wanted? Adventure? Excitement? Something to look forward to in a world that makes you constantly look back? That felt like the right direction but you had no idea how to phrase it so you just poured everything you were feeling into the coin and then flicked it into the clear blue water.

As it sank to the bottom you held your breath as you waited for something to happen. You don’t know what you were expecting, it’s not like everything you wished for would just magically appear out of nowhere…

You waited a few minutes, shifting anxiously on your feet as you stared at the coin at the bottom of the fountain. There were no other coins in the water and you wondered if someone came to clean it often, even the water was flawlessly clear despite the area being so secluded. You wondered if your coin would soon be cleaned out and debated fishing it out of the water.

It was pretty cute but maybe you could just grab a second one from the machine? You fisted your pockets for another penny but came up empty so you resorted to searching the surrounding dirt for any lost change. Much to your luck there was a single penny underneath one of the within-reach bushes and you quickly inserted it into the slot and tried to twist.

The machine didn’t budge. Was it broken? You tried twisting again, taking the penny out and putting it back, and even lightly smacking the machine but nothing worked. The “only one per person" sticker staring at you tauntingly. Perhaps that was your sign to stop trying.

Sighing, you glance at the time and decide you should probably start to head back if you want to make it to your car before the mechanic people do. Before you go though, you take one last look into the statue's warm eyes, letting the tiniest ounce of hope spark through you.

“I don’t really know what I wished for but… I hope it comes true.” You turn to walk away but then hesitate, taking in the scenery one last time “And I hope it makes me happy.”

Pt.2

A/n: Hope you enjoyed Chapter one of my new series! It only gets crazier from here!! ~Starry

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noiriarti · 7 months ago

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Inappropriate: Armitage Hux x Reader - Ch. 1

TW: nsfw stuff, mentions of Brendol Hux being an abusive father, mentions of canon-typical violence, mentions of masturbation and sex.

Summary: Hux has to travel to Starkiller Base to check on construction. His favorite lieutenant comes with him, but these horrible, terribly inappropriate thoughts just won't stop.

[Ch. 1], Ch. 2, Ch. 3, Ch. 4

Hux knew he had chosen the wrong career when he packed for the transport. Maybe if he was a radar technician, or a trooper, or some kind of farmer, this wouldn't be happening. He would be trapped on a transport with that stupid child, Ren, for over a full day. As if he wasn't capable enough to check in on the progress of Starkiller Base's construction on his own. As if Ren could do anything but swing a lightsaber. But, when Snoke said to go, what was he supposed to do? Complain like a child that he couldn't stand that long near Ren? Tell Snoke the idea of bringing a liability like Ren to the barely-wired Base was a bad idea? So, he went. But he didn't have to be happy about it.

Fuming, he finished packing two more crisp uniforms, his datapad, and a coat for the journey. He also counted the rotations until his retirement--12,045, to be exact, if he managed to survive that long--and wondered if there was any way he could kill Ren in his sleep, if the bastard even slept. By the time he had gotten to the Finalizer's hangar, he had decided poison would be best, and that he'd move to some penthouse in Coruscant, get 5 cats, and become some miserly old curmudgeon once he was done working.

The hangar was one of his favorite places, following the bridge, because it housed so much controlled chaos. Just like his precious bridge, it was carefully managed, teeming with droids and techs, always working, always awake. He liked the brightness of the lights in both places, keeping him up through the night cycles, always working away at his datapad. At least Mitaka would be on the mission, he figured, and he was tolerable. And punctual, he noted as he walked around their transport, given that he could see a pair of boots under the nose of the ship. As he rounded the front, he came face-to-face not with Mitaka, but with you.

Oh, fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck. As was usual when it came to you, he was done for. You had served under him for two years as a Lieutenant, his best strategist even with his rose-colored glasses off. You two worked closely together, which had been just about killing him. These feelings, these stupid stupid thoughts, would nestle in his brain every time he let his guard down. What if he just brushed your hands together, working late one night on the bridge? What would it be like to kiss you? What would it feel like to have your nails down his-- he stopped himself. That was completely inappropriate. And something he would think about a lot more later. With that thought firmly lodged in his head, he just had to act like a human being long enough for Mitaka to arrive, then he could wash it away in the refresher.

"General!" You broke the silence with a smile and a wave. He had asked you to stop saluting when you saw him, partially because you saw each other so often, but mainly because it reminded him of the fact that he was your commanding officer, and that his little crush was inappropriate. So, so, inappropriate.

"Lieutenant," he said, pausing. Small talk. Small talk. Right. "What brings you to the hangar?" he asked. Real smooth, dumbass.

"I'm coming with you on the mission to Starkiller, sir. You requested a Lieutenant come along, and Mitaka is in the medbay for...injuries, so I'm filling in," you replied. It didn't need to be said that the injuries were caused by Kylo Ren. That was the only cause of injuries in the bridge, anyway.

Normally, he would be thrilled to have you replace Mitaka. You were much more enjoyable to be around, and you weren't one of the people who regularly faced Ren's wrath, so it worked out for him. Except for the fact that he would be spending twenty-four hours, there and back, with you. He could feel the blush climbing up his neck, and he tried to defuse it. You had been a couple of years below him in the Academy, you had been on plenty of missions with him, and you had worked late into the night right beside him plenty of times. He knew you. He wouldn't do anything stupid, like thinking about your time in the Academy, when he helped you study for exams in the library and he imagined what it would be like to make out against one of the shelves--he stopped himself again. This was really getting out of hand, and if he kept going down that road he'd get hard in the middle of the hangar.

"I hope Mitaka recovers well, and that his injuries are not severe. He is a good Lieutenant," he said, mentally kicking himself. What the hell was wrong with him?

"Yeah, Dopheld is pretty okay, just some scrapes. It was... avoidable." Despite your careful language, he knew what you were telling him. You had both harbored a dislike of Ren ever since he joined the Order, but, since he entered your orbits, both of you took issue with him. You, more because he hurt your colleagues. Hux, for obvious reasons. Regardless, you were both united in your general dislike of the Commander.

The pilot stepped out of the ship, telling both of you that you could get on. He gestured for you to go first, out of some semblance of politeness. He kept his eyes pointedly on the back of your head and not your ass as he walked. Back. Of. The. Head. Your hair--he thought about your hair when it was loose, back in social events at the Academy or during balls, and how he had wondered what it would be like to run his fingers through it, or tuck it behind your ear, or pull it--stars, he definitely needed a shower at this point.

As you entered the ship, he was unpleasantly surprised by how cramped it was, and the pilot showed you to your rooms. His was pretty standard fare: a bed, a refresher, a nightstand. At least it's not shared, he thought. He nodded at the pilot and set his bag down, taking off his coat and unceremoniously flopping it onto a nearby chair. He fished out his datapad and sent you a brief comm.

"Shall we meet in the lounge at 1800 for a briefing on the Base? We can also get dinner, if you would like." He typed the last part hurriedly, sending it before he could think better of it. That was normal, right? For work, right? He had 45 minutes to go cool off before he saw you again. Or, stars forbid, Ren.

Ren still hadn't made it onto the ship, and takeoff was in five minutes. Hux smiled to himself. Maybe there was hope that this mission could be fun after all. He was still, rather embarrassingly, flustered from your previous encounter. He shed his uniform quickly, getting to the refresher and turning on the water as cold as it would go. The ship started under his feet, engines whirring and coming to life as it prepared for takeoff. Hux braced himself against the walls of the shower, smiling even wider.

Ren hadn't made it. There was just you and him, working on the ship for a full rotation. His brain immediately thought of ways to spend the time that were less than savory. Against the wall, for one. On the floor, on the bed. Maybe in the refresher? He leaned his forehead against the shower wall, willing those thoughts away as he felt himself harden. His hand instinctively went to his cock, and he drew in a halting breath. Not now.

This was going to be a hard, hard twenty-four hours.

AN: this has been banging around in my head for a while. man i love my armitage nice and awkward and pining. let me know what you think!!

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justagirlwholikesadam · 2 years ago

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Head cannons: CEO! Virgin Kylo Ren x Fem Reader

A/N: RATED M, NSFW, fluffy

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CEO! Kylo Ren never slept with his assistant before until you came along. You were a pretty thing, he had to admit that’s how he found himself underneath you.

CEO! Kylo Ren becomes flustered the way you walk inside his office to give him his coffee, lunch or even paperwork. He even becomes bashful when you start to compliment him when you read over his reports.

CEO! Kylo Ren had told you he was a virgin one night after he took the whole department out for dinner and drinks. You didn’t believe him, of course. It had to be the large amount of scotch on the rocks he had during dinner that had him talking nonsense about him being a virgin.

CEO! Kylo Ren is handsome and tall. You found yourself staring at him. He towered over you whenever he stood next to you. He usually wore his collar shirts with the sleeves rolled up showing his arms. His thick dark curls were always combed over, your fingers were itching to touch it. His plump lips that’s begged to be kissed. You knew he had to be lying.

CEO! Kylo Ren tells you once more about it when you confesses to him about your doubts of him being a virgin. He confides in you that he was an awkward teenager, who became even more awkward when he became an adult. He was never good with the ladies and whenever he did have a crush they didn’t reciprocate back.

CEO! Kylo Ren turns red in the face when you offer to have sex with him when both of you were alone doing overtime in the office. “Serious?” He asks you. He smiles at the nod you gave him as you got closer to him.

CEO! Kylo Ren is whimpering as you suck his cock. He had thrown his head back the moment you gagged loudly on his cock. His large hands made their way to your hair, grabbing it. Tugging it softly when he felt your spit rolling down his balls to the leather computer chair he was sitting on.

CEO! Kylo Ren wants to make you feel good after he cums down your throat but you push him back on to his chair and hike your skirt up to your hips. His eyes widen and he welcomes you when you start to mount on him. He groans as you slide down on his cock, his hips start to thrust up catching you by surprise.

CEO! Kylo Ren says he’s sorry when you tell him to slow down but he can’t help it. You feel so good, clenching him so tight. You feel so wet and warm. He had wrapped his arm around your waist holding you still as his hips went wild.

CEO! Kylo Ren likes hearing your wet pussy as he makes you bounce up and down in his cock. Turning you into his own personal cock sleeve like the one he has at home. You don’t do much, you hold on his shoulders during the ride, you’re already fucked dumb.

CEO! Kylo Ren starts becoming more pussy drunk when you cum on his cock. He keeps thanking you for letting him fuck you, for letting him fuck your pussy. He doesn’t even realize he came inside of you when you start kissing him.

CEO! Kylo Ren becomes infatuated with you and your body. He craves it everyday. He has you bend over on his desk while he pounds from behind you. He has you lay out on the new couch he bought for his office just for you so you can lay on it while he eats you out. Meeting starts late because he has you on top of him riding and lunches that are an hour become two hours sometimes three because Kylo needs you before taking you out for lunch.

CEO! Kylo Ren has the office buzzing on why there are construction workers in his office one day. None of them knew except you that they were installing soundproof walls in his office.

CEO! Kylo Ren gets nervous when he asks you to stay the night at his place. When you say yes, he picks you up in a kiss. He’s anxious during the day and keeps looking at his watch for the clock to hit 6pm so he can take you home. You’re welcomed by the sight of him standing near his car in the parking lot with a bouquet of flowers in his hand.

CEO! Kylo Ren isn’t a virgin anymore thanks to you.

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verysmolnerd · 6 months ago

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Tailor of the dark side

Kylo ren x reader

I’m not well-versed in Star Wars lore, since I’m a newer fan, but I tried my best. This was loosely based on some segments in my life, but I just wanted to add a Star Wars spin with a new favorite character of mine. I have intentions with learning the lore just so my fics can have that semi-realistsic feeling to the source material… well, as much as an X Reader fic can be.

tw: none! Enjoy!

Your family has been doing this since your elders can remember. The reason why? You’re not so sure; your distant relatives assume it was by force, others say it was willing. Regardless, you spend your days measuring the sizes of the high-ranking officers and sewing them their apparel.

Your family had been through it all, the sith, the empire, and now the first order. Each one with the same goal, and yet, fails to complete it. Not that you care anyway, you’re not paid to be on the battlefield; you’re paid to sew.

That being, you’re often overlooked by most of the staff. Only a few cleaning droids stayed longer, but no two were ever the same. That didn’t stop you from being respectful to them, and their silent beeps of approval are heartwarming on this cold ship.

You have a few rare visitors, well, they’re almost celebrities with their position throughout the bases and the galaxy. Some of them even addressed you by name, filling the soundless void when you measured them.

Even General Hux has graced you with a visit for his new overcoat measurements. Saying that, “Your skills are above average. It’s admirable to those unworthy.” His cryptic and intellectual comments were not even remotely flattering, you just nodded and watched him leave.

But nobody truly talks to you; or holds a meaningful conversation. You’d kill for one at this point; with the rate of insanity you’ve been driven down.

Maybe you might leave, and do something meaningful with your life. You have generations of pay from relatives working the very same position you are in… maybe that was their intention. To leave, and live a life they couldn’t.

…So you packed up the few things you needed and set off for another planet. You were discreet, disguising yourself as a mechanic, so getting on a ship to deploy troopers was easier than you anticipated.

The ship landed on a planet that goes by the name of Yavin-4. There are suspects that this planet housing a very powerful rebel base here. Which explains why you’re essentially swimming in stormtroopers.

The ship had one last jerk before opening the doors, pinching you between the armor of two stormtroopers. You seethe in pain, but their gloved hands were quick to catch you before you stumbled or fell.

Then, like the sea, all of the troopers piled out and waited for attention. You slinked away and swapped clothes. You started to walk towards the forest, enjoying the natural elements in stark constraint to the cold, dead, and monotone environment on the ships.

You decided to live amongst the trees, making a shelter with the help of the locals. You’ve learned quite a few languages on the ship you were on, it seems to help you out a lot then.

And just like that, weeks had passed by in your new life. You’ve learned how to survive alone, like you used to always have but without the first order. It’s nice, calm. It almost doesn’t feel real at times.

However, one evening brought another change in your life.

You were atop one of the infinite trees on the planet to watch the sunset. The locals said it would be beautiful this time of the year, so you had to see it for yourself.

Your eyes gazed upon the pink sky, only for you to find that multiple first-order ships had come to land. Not really a big idea, they do this all the time and haven’t looked for you… however, there are more; the faint overshadow of a star destroyer within the atmosphere of the planet.

You narrow your eyes. It’s not just any Star destroyer.

It’s the finalizer.

It seemed that your past has come to find you. You didn’t seem to sneak away like you thought you did after all. Tragic, but now isn’t the time to dwell on such things.

It’s not just the main base of the First Order, but a whole fleet of Star destroyers could be seen behind it. Your eyes widened; only something like this would end up in a genocide.

That being, it doesn’t take long for the entire planet to get alerted. Ships were already rising above the tree lines and that’s when the faintest specks in the sky turned into tie fighters.

You need to find a way off the planet. Not out of fear that the First Order will find you, but that you will be dead amongst the crossfire. With the new supreme leader of that white operation, there’s no doubt that they will spare no expense in wiping any living organism off a planet.

You rejoin the semblance of a society when you stumble upon an area littered with X-Wings, Resistance attack ships…. You’ve found yourself on the hidden rebel base and you barely even recognized it.

Pilots and droids rushed left and right attempting to load others on ships hastily taking off. That being, you were ushered with a group of technicians on a cruiser.

The ship was silent, everyone held their breath as it took to the skies. X-Wings defended the ship mercilessly as the ship flew amongst the stars. Explosions could be seen or heard all around the ship.

You shuddered, feeling some sort of pulse being applied to your entire being. Was it the weight of the situation getting to you? Or was it something else? You are well aware that the force is rare, but it’s possible that one force user could be near.

You couldn’t entirely dwell on it, because the ship shook and the lights went out. The ship has been boarded, and that pulsing feeling has only strengthened. The force user was there and you really don’t want to figure out who it is.

A red, cross-like glow illuminated the other end of the hallway. It almost parallels with the story you’ve been told of what Lord Vader did many years ago. Fitting for a descendant of him. The soldiers shot at the Sith Lord.

It’s like history was rewriting itself. The lightsaber was effortlessly -yet with extreme precision- swung around and deflected the shots fired at him. Shouting increases when their comrades are being carelessly murdered without any afterthought.

However, it was only a matter of time before he got across the hallway and got to you as well as with the other resistance members. So, you ran inside one of the escape pods and took it while others were hopping on smaller escape ships on the bay.

You were pressing the buttons to initiate the escape sequence when you saw the door to the room was blown off. A loud clang could be heard on the opposite wall. The glow of the red lightsaber poured through the destroyed doorway. Your stomach formed a deep pit when the panic from others became prevalent.

In comes Kylo Ren, and you launch the escape pod; dropping into the abyss of space.

You weren’t much of a pilot, but that doesn’t mean you’re completely helpless. You can certainly get away if the attention is focused on the other smaller cruisers sent to pick up the remaining resistance.

You aimed the ship back to Yavin-4, knowing that you’d have to find some sort of transportation ship to leave the planet when the fight was over or at least died down. You glance at the battle surrounding the battle.

As much as you prided your sudden ability to evade others perusing you; keeping such a thing up couldn’t happen forever. The chase would have to end.

So, while the eyes are on the resistance, you plunge for Yavin-4. Holding your breath as if that could hide you from the roar of the TIE fighters and the explosions of destroyed ships.

And your time had just run out. Two TIE fighters have launched cables that latched onto your escape pod. Then your fight or flight responses shined above all fear. You flipped the ship rapidly, tying the two fighter ships together.

The two ships tried desperately to get away, but you weren’t allowing that. You spun the ship in a bunch of circles, swinging the two ships around the battlefield. One last yank, the tow cables snapped and they both smashed into a nearby star destroyer.

You made a silent cheer, but that was quick to die when you felt your ship caught into a tractor beam. You sigh in defeat, knowing you can’t fight it. So, you slinked your way to a seat and just waited to be docked and boarded.

At least you’re sitting down, you’re not sure how long it’s been since it was just you atop a tree, losing track of time within warfare has been a common thing with anyone in the First Order. The only person that would know the exact time, down to the second, would be the general and those at the command center.

The ship jerked as it was brought to the docking bay. The doors to your escape pod drop. The general, of all people, is greeting you here. That’s so unlike him, and you’re not important enough to even be graced in his presence. Save for that one time he went on another stead to pick up his clothes. (his subordinate was probably murdered, this is the First Order we’re talking about here)

“It seems we’ve underestimated you, tailor. Your alliance to the First Order is far stronger than most.” Hux preened, but his face was unreadable, “You have my respect for leading us to the resistance base camp.”

Your eyes widen. It was you. You were the reason why they found the base on Yavin-4. But how? It’s not like you have anything on you that can be tracked.

“That was your intention, was it not?” Ah, there’s that familiar glare you’re used to. You nodded, “Yes it was, general.” No sense in taking some random punishment, you know that any issued by the general are quite brutal.

He didn’t give a response to your answer, he gesutered fro you to stand and follow him. So, you did, not wanting your head to be on display amongst the rest of the First Order Traitors. You may not be in deep trouble, but you’re still walking on eggshells… just like when you did sew for everyone here.

You don’t entierly recognize the hallways that you walk down, but the echos of the past still linger within the souless walls. However, you know an important room when you see one.

For starters, the furniture is far better than any section of the base, not to mention the security for the room requires a few more troopers to watch over. Not to mention, being escorted by the general. Nothing good comes from those rooms. Normally, whomever enters it, doesn’t come out.

You were put in the cetner of this room at a standstill, the general left without a word and the stormtroopers migth as well no be there with their soundless movements.

You can’t remember how long it was that you stood there, once again, it had been a long time since since you were in a stationary position like this. It makes you wonder how you put up with this before.

You flinch when the door opens. Then it’s like your very soul was trying to leave you body when you saw who entered the room.

Supreme Leader, Kylo Ren.

You got on one knee, “Supreme Leader.” You avert your eyes, but you catch the sight of his boots. He’s circling you, as if you were mere prey. “Stand,” his modulated voice shook you to your very core.

You rise to your feet, your eyes trained on the wall. You kept your mind empty, but your stomach was reeling when his cape grazed your legs.

“At ease,” he said, the traces of mirth escaping him. Yes, you still have your manners. You loosened your posture and met his masked gaze.

“You led us right to them.” He said, soft yet blunt. “I’m not sure how you did it.” You clarify, not sure if he can force read your mind or not. “General Hux tracked your location through your identification card.” Now you felt stupid. You still had it on you for the sake of having any identity or a form to purchase items.

“However,” He drawled out, “Your presence was far simpler to track.” You didn’t have the words to respond to that, not sure what makes the supreme leader tick. His destructive fits are known throughout the galaxy.

“Are you hiding your sensibility to the force?” You shake your head, “If I am force sensitive, then only you would know, supreme leader.” You knew you had to choose your words carefully; high-ranking officers have been killed for less than punishable offenses.

“You have been overlooked by my officers,” it was a statement more than a question. There’s no sense in telling him what you know, it’s not like it’s anything useful, “That I am used to, supreme leader. My job, among many, is overlooked.”

He says nothing, allowing you to continue,“Who do you think sews the banners, designs our logo, writes propaganda, and makes recruitment stations? The people who cook your dinners? There are more like me than you know, supreme leader.”

If you’re going to die, well, might as well get your point across…

“We all made the same loyalty pledge that you did.” You remember when he was brought in by Snoke, you were roughly the same age. He was so timid then, moreso overhwelmed. He couldn’t stand at attention properly nor anybody see him as compitent or a real member of the first order. That’s what the rumors were, at least. The more chattier officers would tell you everything, true or not.

Then he started getting angry, really angry. His rage won many battles against the reistance, and that got him the role of commander. Snoke made this quite the event to the point where he got the equivalent of a coronation. You were amongst all the unsung memebers of the regime, painting for the back of the room.

Until now, you’ve only seen him twice….But why are you thinking about this?

“I.” His crackled voice brought you out of your own head, “I’ve seen you.” At the promotion ceremony. But neither of you said that. He searched through your mind, must’ve thought you were familar. “So have I.” You said, filling the silence.

“You’ve been here all along,” he changed gears in the conversation, “But you’ve never called for me.” That’s an easy answer, one you didn’t have to think about.

“Snoke sent me your measurements, he didn’t want you to associate yourself with lowly personnel like myself.” You didn’t even think of it as an insult. With such a long line serving the dark side, it wouldn’t do the first order good if such tradition was served at the hands of an unstable man. (From what you heard at least, he’s been eerily calm when you’ve seen him)

That name didn’t sit well with him, the clenched fist an echo to what he could do to your lungs. So it’s your turn to change the subject…to save your own skin.

“My family has been supporting the darkside for a long, long time.” You say, “My mother was the one who made vader’s cape. And my grandfather with the emperor’s robes.” That piqued his interest, you’ve been here all this time. Present, but out of sight.

He didn’t answer again, and you knew that this was going to be awkward. It doesn’t appear that the supreme leader has spoken with anyone who was not involved directly with warfare.

Then he felt a tugging sensation. It was light, but not with the force. Rather, you had reached up and thumbed his clothes. You had every right to, it was your job..

And for once…. An action like that. didn’t bother him.

“You could use a new wardrobe.” You say, eyeing his garments. They look like they’ll form holes soon, something needed to be done. He felt exposed like this, unsure of what to do. “May I?” You pulled out an old measuring tape, you’ve had it on you and almost forgot about it… until now. You could probably use your skills to ensure your safety.

He made no movement to deny you, so you serve behind him and get the basic measurements, nothing too detailed, but enough for a general idea.

“You haven’t changed a bit,” you say, moving back in front of him.

“I’ll show you to your room.” He declares, moving out of the small room and back into the hallway.

“Yes, supreme leader.”

….”Call me Kylo Ren.”

“What?”

“Please…”

“Ok then, Kylo Ren. I’ll follow you.”

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paganprankster · 1 year ago

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Chance Encounters (Kylo Ren x GN!reader) (SFW)

Summary:

(Y/N) is one of the highest-ranking officials employed for the overseeing of the Death Star construction- a plan ordered by Kylo Ren. They stayed clear of him but could no longer as a sudden breach of an Imperial force supply base was reported- resulting in their paths crossing for the first time.

In the distant future, humanity has expanded its reach across the galaxy, eventually forming a vast alliance known as the Imperial Forces. This alliance occupies a variety of planets, with their influence reaching the farthest edges of the galaxy. Each planet was accompanied by its unique cultures, technologies, and species. However, the Imperial Forces rule was threatened when a military force- known as the Rebellion- began to rise in (population). They were in direct opposition to the Imperial forces, often trying to (ruin) technological research in response to the rumor that they were attempting to recreate the infamous Death Star. Should they succeed through their trials and tribulations, it would be the end of the Rebellion. Wherever the resistance has influence, the planet would be eradicated immediately without remorse- simultaneously serving as a reminder for the rest of the galaxy to never show resistance against the Imperial Forces.

(Y/N) took another glance at the holographic map in front of them, slowly circling and analyzing the data concerning a recent attack on the Imdaar galactic supply base. To hide progress made on the Death Star, the blueprints were stored safely on the Finalizer under guard of thousands of imperial employees- making it near impossible for spies to find and successfully steal. The supplies used in the construction were scattered throughout most Imperial bases to hide them. The most valuable of which, the near indestructible Quandanium Steel and its alloys, were concealed within the confines of the Imdaar base; and now, they were destroyed. (Y/N)’s face conformed into a scowl. “Who knows how much money we lost in this attack,” they quickly used their fingers to zoom out of the base’s location and onto the nearby regions, “Do we know where they attacked from?” General Hux appeared beside them. “The stormtroopers on site didn't give any information that was useful,” he began, “After the bombing after the battle of Yavin, you would expect that our defenses there would be near impenetrable after it was rebuilt. But here we are-” Hux let out a halfhearted chuckle. (Y/N)’s eyes did not leave the map. They could feel the sensation of Hux’s eyes on them- following their movements- but they paid no mind. Being one of the highest-ranking officials employed for the overseeing of the Death Star construction, it was your job to help recoup after this loss. “General Hux, we are going to need a team to get together and survey the area- see where the infiltration may have occurred and see what may remain. The material there is essential to our project- and if nothing remains in the rubble, we will need proper funding to build from scratch. Another Imperial officer, part of (Y/N)’s operation team, nervously cleared his throat to garner attention.

“We will need to inform Master Ren about this-” he said, and immediately General Hux turned to face him, striking a fear into your poor coworker's body, and silencing him. “You’re overstepping your authority- and by informing Ren,” informally using his name, “Will only create a larger problem than we already have.”

“With all due respect, General,” (Y/N)’s voice cut through the growing tensions in the room, “Not informing him would warrant a bigger problem. We need a team, and funding- It will be impossible without the support of Master Ren.”

General Hux turned to face you, focusing his eyes onto yours. You watched as your coworker gave a small sigh of relief and returned to documenting the net loss of the attack with the rest of his group a safe distance away from Hux. General Hux is notorious for the need to be in control; Rarely anyone defies his orders, and if they do, they suffer the consequences. (Y/N) confidently stood their ground, maintaining their unwavering eye contact. (Y/N) straightened their posture, challengingly. Hux’s eyes searched theirs, not used any show of defiance.

“Ren-”

“Listen to them, if you know what’s good for you.”

All heads swiveled towards the location of the robotic-like voice- a voice unmistakable. At the door to the meeting room stood Kylo Ren, donning his black mask and matching robes. Quickly, everyone in the room lowered their heads as a show of respect. Only Hux, and (Y/N) raised their heads again. (Y/N) smirked upon noticing the red look creeping its way onto Hux’s face. Whether it be from embarrassment, or anger, they were unsure. The smirk quickly left as they gazed back at Kylo Ren and met where his eyes would be- obscured by his mask. A chill went down their spine, simultaneously breaking eye contact upon noticing the closed fists of Kylo Ren shaking in anger. ‘Shit,’ they thought, ‘Hux has him pissed.’ If Hux’s comments had not pissed him off enough, the news about the attack on Imdaar would surely be his last straw. (Y/N) was the first to break this silence. “Master Ren, there’s been an attack on the supplies base on Imdaar-” nearly immediately, Kylo Rens murderous aura filled the room. He briskly walked to the holo-map that displayed the areas of damage.

“What did we lose?” he asked, turning towards one of the officers on your squad. Terrified, the officer began anxiously scanning the data on his holo-pad. “N-nearly 5.6 million credits worth of damage to the base. Certain areas of the base remain... but all the Quandanium steel has been destroyed. If there are any that remains in the rubble,” He shook his head, “It would be severely damaged and unusable.”

The silence filled the room, save for the increasingly heavy breathing emanating from Kylo Ren. In a rage, he wielded his lightsaber, illuminating the room with a blinding red glow. He angrily brought it down on the meeting room table, quickly splitting it in half, causing the table to collapse on itself and the holo-map to shut down. Everyone recoiled in fear and shuffled closer to the door leading to the halls of the Finalizer- their escape. Sweat began to drip down General Hux’s face as he readjusted his uniform out of nervousness.

“Get out.” Ren commanded. (Y/N)’s squad quickly left the room, hastily handing them the holo-pad displaying the analyzed data of the supply base attack. They would not need to be told twice- observing the anger of Ren was terrifying enough; delaying a response to his orders would be a death sentence. “Including you, general,” He hissed. General Hux held a scowl, before bowing his head and leaving the room. You followed behind, only for the door to be slammed shut before you could pass through. Was that the use of the force?

“Not you- I need you to debrief this attack.” he said while re-holstering his saber.

(Y/N) took a sharp inhale due to their growing anxiety. Alone with the leader infamous for his anger, they thought, and I must disclose the carelessness behind our defenses that day. (Y/N) cleared their throats before making their way to the (now broken) meeting table. “Well,” they began, placing their teams holo-pad onto a nearby chair and displaying the map of the base that day, “when asking the stormtroopers deployed there, they were unable to give any information about things that may have seemed amiss.” (Y/N) pressed a few buttons to reveal the entirety of the base and pointed to three locations. “When this base was rebuilt, it was rebuilt with strengthened building materials with the previously flawed architectural decisions kept in mind. These locations were considered more vulnerable to attacks,” (Y/N) slightly shook their head, “but surveillance of the area pre-breach didn't show anything out of the ordinary-”

Ren approached and stood directly in front of (Y/N), looking down at them due to their height difference.

“If you can maintain eye contact with Hux,” Kylo ren nearly spat, “Then I expect the same for me.”

Shit, they thought, was my avoidance that noticeable? (Y/N)’s eyes shifted before locking eyes onto Kylo Ren’s mask- where his eyes (assumedly) would be. In an instant, a cold chill traversed through their spine, hairs on the back of their neck standing on edge. A few moments of silence brought the room to a standstill, before (Y/N) cleared their throat before responding, “Y-Yes, sir.” They cringed internally upon hearing the crack in their voice- a betrayal of their body.

Kylo Ren tilted his head slightly- analyzing the person before him. Upon hearing their response, he let out a gruff “Good ... and what have you deduced from this attack?”

(Y/N) maintained their eye contact and nervously fidgeted. No matter the performance, their anxiety would always show through. “...It means there must have been an internal breach. There are spies within our ranks and informed the resistance- at least about the materials. I am unsure if more classified information was leaked.”

Kylo Ren tensed before them, infuriation growing by the second. “Spies?” His hands closed into fists again, with increasing shaking. He furiously turned, gesturing towards the holo-pad with his hand and used the force to fling it into the wall, causing it to shatter upon impact. (Y/N) jolted in response.

“Get out.” he murmured, back now turned to them. He re-ignited his saber.

I live to see another day, (Y/N) thought, and quickly stumbled over to the meeting room door and opened it via fingerprint. Before exiting the room, they gave a quick bow to Ren, and stammered: “We can discuss further plans at a later time.” (Y/N) hesitated for a moment. “Look after yourself,”

(Y/N) quickly left the room, hesitating no longer without waiting for a response. The door shut behind them, and they could hear the muffled sounds of breaking equipment and furniture from within. (Y/N) began to briskly walk away from the room, heart racing as the anxiety began to overflow.

(Y/N) cursed aloud and began biting their nails. Look after yourself, they mocked themselves in their subconscious. What overcame me? They let out a heavy sigh. This was the first-time meeting Kylo Ren. And it was certainly not the last.

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cuckoo-on-a-string · 7 months ago

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The Moon's Lies (2)

Summary: Kylo Ren x named!Reader. It was never going to be black or white, Light or Dark, friend or foe. Who wouldn't let the galaxy burn to keep their loved ones safe?

Warnings: 18+, unspoken threat of bodily harm, twisted morals, Kylo Ren being himself, vehicle wreck

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Canon Divergence Notes: There is no Rey. Finn is the destined Jedi, and he leaves the scar on Ren’s face during the climactic fight on Starkiller Base. The only original canon kept after TFA is the destined Jedi (Finn) leaving to find Luke and Snoke pushing Kylo Ren to the breaking point, continuing the student-kills-the-master cycle. Summary: No Rey. Finn is training to be a Jedi. Kylo Ren takes the throne from Snoke.

A/N: All hail the new alpha/beta reader! Three cheers for @aralezinspace! And thank you all for the support so far. <3 You make my galaxy spin.

Years ticked by with battles fought, secrets found, and the rise of a new Supreme Leader to the throne of the First Order. Matters of life and death. To some.

Dyrrine judged the political upheaval like the weather. Rarely dangerous, but often an inconvenience. She couldn’t control it, and she worried more about sheltering her family from the rain than forming opinions about it.

At the moment, however, as mud sucked her boots down to the ankle and cold drops rode the wind to blast under her hood, she felt a lot of ways about the rain. Literally and figuratively.

Of course her responsibilities took her to Dantooine during the rainy season. And, of course, the First Order had no interest in accommodating the long line waiting for permits and passes.

Most of the year, Dantooine was lovely. Dry. Fairly temperate. Dyrrine would’ve enjoyed being off the ship and soaking in some sunshine while the rusty wheels of bureaucracy slowly groaned along. Instead, she dreamed of hot cups of tea and kept her hands stuffed deep in her wide sleeves as the queue inched forward, bowing under the storm’s onslaught. There were so many people still ahead of her, and she could barely see the service window through the downpour.

Good thing she’d reserved a seat on the next morning’s shuttle. She’d never make the evening flight. If things didn’t pick up, she might not reach the end of the line before the offices closed. Then she could do this all again at ass’o’clock in the morning, standing in a fresh downpour in day-old clothes without even the marginal warmth of the sun. What fun.

Off to the right, the depot’s primary doors slid open, spilling light into the miserable, sludgy afternoon. Stormtroopers in gleaming white armor stomped out, far too many for a patrol, and the eyes of every civilian turned their way. No one dared watch openly, but they peeped, and shrank, and waited. The ‘troopers formed two lines, facing each other to create a kind of path between the depot and the small collection of shuttles and TIEs left outside the hangar.

No wonder the administration was doing such a spectacular job that day. They had a VIP to entertain.

Dyrrine looked down at her feet, trying to work them free of the muck as the Adarian in front of her inched forward by half a pace. She had her priorities; keeping her place in line without losing a shoe was higher on her list than some First Order crony with extra polish on his boots.

One foot popped free with a noise like a belch, confirming Dyrrine’s belief the planet was trying to eat her. The second foot came loose by inches, and she was so consumed with keeping her balance she didn’t register the growing chill until the source stood in the open doorway.

Foot free, a step forward, and sinking into a new swatch of muck, she felt the menacing aura of a wildly powerful Force user. One didn’t need to be Force sensitive necessarily for animal instincts to register a threat, especially when said threat just loved to make a scene, to infect the very air with fear so every lesser creature would stay bowed low – where they belonged. She glanced back to the main entrance as the towering figure in black started down the ‘trooper-lined path, and her blood turned to ice.

She didn’t know his face – not this one, anyway. Last time they’d met, he’d hidden behind a chrome scowl, but his lightsaber was unmistakable, and kriffing hell if she didn’t remember that. It swung from his belt, bulky cross guard hilt on full display. The faint burn it once left along her neck took a week to heal, and this time there was no one to call him away before he introduced her to the blade properly. He was no one’s attack dog anymore. He’d slipped the chain and brutalized the fool holding the leash.

Kylo Ren. The new Supreme Leader.

The downpour suddenly didn’t feel like enough. Blinking away drops clinging to her lashes, she prayed for a flood, for the water to fall in sheets to curtain her from view, for the mud to gulp her down whole. Her gaze snapped back to the ground, hoping as she studied the trembling puddles that her spike of anxiety blended into the frightened crowd. What was one more terrified civilian in a sea of faces?

She resisted the urge to tug her hood lower. That would draw attention, tell anyone looking that she wanted to avoid being seen very, very badly. It took far too much attention to breathe, and she fought to release the mote of panic burning bright in her chest. No need to snuff it out. Just let it free. Like a firefly – still very real, but out and away from her thoughts. Drifting farther and farther, leaving a quiet void in its wake.

She was still. She was silent. She was invisible.

“I remember you.”

She was so kriffing screwed.

Drawn by the voice she would never have recognized without the helmet’s modulator, she looked between the shoulders of the nearest Stormtroopers to meet the Supreme Leader’s gaze. He towered over them, a wall of shadow behind their white armor. And there was no doubt he was speaking to her. He stepped forward, and the ‘troopers parted.

Too late to hide.

His presence crashed down like a wave, suffocating. Crushing.

She turned fully, facing him head-on as she reached deep to grasp the calm assurance that helped her through so many dangerous scrapes in the past.

“We never finished our conversation.” A playful edge sharpened his words, and she hunted through the flickers of expression that slipped past his guard. He wasn’t quite the same beast she met before. This time he was all confidence, secure in his position as the head of the First Order, free to stop, to take the time to pull her apart just for fun. His eyes traced her from dripping head to sodden feet, coming to stop on her pendant. “And you’re still wearing your protection charm. I thought you were going to leave it behind next time.”

With a dim smile that was entirely polite and not at all pleased, she repeated the short bow she’d offered on their first meeting, eyes dipping with her knees as she proved her respect. But she didn’t try to cower. When she rose, she resumed eye contact, letting her expression go placid in the face of her worst nightmare.

“Apologies.” Her voice came strong and steady. It didn’t even shake from the chill. “But as you said, we never finished our conversation, and I never heard whether it was offensive or just surprising.”

Humility, sometimes seasoned with feigned stupidity, could get a civilian far with the First Order. Sometimes officers appreciated the break from the usual hysterics of oppressed locals fighting for rights they no longer possessed. Sometimes a neutral attitude just made her forgettable, which was always the best outcome.

Unfortunately, she’d made a much deeper impression than she’d realized in this case, and she knew he wouldn’t let her fade into the mist like a ghost a second time. Even in the dreary weather, his eyes practically sparkled.

“We should fix that.”

She bowed again – quickly – and without looking away.

“It would be an honor, but I wouldn’t dare take any more of your valuable time, Supreme Leader.”

It was as close to begging as someone could get without yielding, and she knew she’d failed by the quirk of his lips.

“Then you can honor me aboard my shuttle.” He moved on, not in the least encumbered by the mud holding the rest of the planet hostage. “Bring her.”

Two ‘troopers who’d been following in his wake stepped up, but she moved. Springing forward as lithely as she could given her footing, she passed into the hall of white armored bodies of her own volition. It flummoxed the guards, and she offered a simple nod and smile as she continued after their leader. He hadn’t said to arrest her. Or bind her. Not even seize her. She still had some room to work, and so long as the ‘troopers didn’t know whether or not she was a prisoner, she could keep dancing.

So, she kept just ahead of the guards and well back from Kylo Ren, wading through Dantooine’s hateful sendoff to the waiting command shuttle.

The Supreme Leader’s thunderous steps echoed back down the ramp as she entered the hollow of the ship, following muddy tracks across the pristine floors. It felt like sacrilege. Like truth. The honest filth of the First Order’s dominion, and the inevitable tide beyond all illusions of control. Beneath her careful tranquility, a smug spark of emotion kindled. Not even the great First Order could stay polished in the face of a good storm.

But the spark faded as the Stormtroopers marched up after her, and the ramp groaned shut.

The ship was cold. A dead cold. Black with flashes of white and red lights that chilled her worse than the rain. She wondered if anyone in the Order – voluntarily or compelled – ever really saw their ships and bases as home. Something always seemed to draw them back, but she was willing to bet it was the blaster in the arms of the soldier beside them over duty or desire.

The passenger compartment opened directly into the cockpit, where four flight staff were prepping the shuttle for takeoff. There was only one other chair she could spy, and she knew better than to claim it. Guest or prisoner, she shouldn’t sit until her host offered, and she seriously doubted he would.

Leaning over the pilot and copilot, the Supreme Leader rattled off orders, checking his people’s work before it was even complete.

Was he a pilot, too? She knew that flavor of backseat driving. It was why they banned so many temporary residents from the Kuma Lisa’s cockpit. Once you’d had a ship’s controls in hand, most people struggled to accept them in someone else’s.

Ren’s low voice carried through the small space, disinterested in keeping secrets from the damned. “Set course for Ord Trasi. We’ll rendezvous as planned with the Steadfast.”

She closed her eyes and took a beat to breathe through the bubble of panic at the planet’s name. None of this was planned. He didn’t know she’d been on her way back for a rendezvous of her own. If she was careful, she’d remain the only one in danger. They’d know something was wrong when she didn’t return in the morning…

And right now, she needed to open her eyes and play the game. Or she’d never get to wade through a muddy queue ever again. She’d never touch solid ground, feel the rain on her face, or swear at a too-hot sun if she met her end on a damned star destroyer. Or on this shuttle, for that matter.

She got a reign on her fear and looked back to the cockpit just as Ren turned. His black ensemble maintained his regal air even with wet hair sticking to his forehead and ten inches of mud climbing his boots. His cape was no less ominous for the messy streaks on its hem as it flowed behind his long, determined stride. She doubted she’d weathered the rain so well. But that might work in her favor. Anything, given the right approach, could work in one’s favor. It was just a matter of strategy.

The ship lifted off from the mud, hard rain streaking down the viewport like it could drive them back to ground, and Kylo Ren left his flight staff to handle the voyage. While the craft was spacious for a shuttle, it was far from a cruiser, and he closed the distance like shadows rushing in after a light switched off. She held her ground. Waited like a good little subject until his boots came within inches of hers.

She knew this tactic.

Men like him loomed over their prey for one of two reasons. He wanted a fight, or he wanted a trembling victim to torture. He was waiting to see which she’d offer.

She’d deny him both. If it came back to bite her in the ass, at least she’d die satisfied with her decision.

He’d kill her in a heartbeat if she tried to fight – unarmed, trapped on his ship, surrounded by his lackeys. If she served up the fear he craved, he’d wring it out of her until she ran dry, and then she’d be just as dead and twice as grateful to expire.

With the board set against her, she must change the rules.

The ship’s low rumbling beneath her feet reminded her she was already in the belly of the beast, and she must be very clever to climb back out again.

“Who are you?” For all his casual intimidation, he didn’t hide the curiosity in his voice, and his anger didn’t singe the air like it did once upon a time on a planet far, far away.

He recognized a game when he saw one, and the moment he was humoring her. Or at least humoring himself.

She didn’t bow, though she dipped her eyes for the fraction of a second it took her to gather air for an answer. There was a fine line between a silly little stranger and an annoying fool. Too much bobbing would look anxious, anyway. But she held his eyes as she replied.

“Dyrrine Bairdne, sir.”

“And you’re from Lethe.” His eyes traced the strands of beads around her neck, the rings on her fingers, and bracelets on her wrists.

Slowly, mindful of the many guns and deadlier things on display, she raised her hands and lifted her hood. The Supreme Leader’s attention swung to the ornaments woven through her hair, and he scoffed.

“I see you’ve added more armor.” He stared her dead in the eye, daring her. “Expecting to meet a monster?”

She let her nebulous serenity grow warm. A blast from a cheap, old heater on a bitter winter night. Hardly the sun’s rays. But it wasn’t like he wanted that.

“Not at all, Supreme Leader.” She touched the longest strand of beads, keeping his focus on the Selenubis. “I’m training to be the next Naine of my family. Carrier of a thousand wishes, which is what these – ” She lifted a handful of necklaces, letting them rattle to draw both eye and ear. “ – represent.”

He plucked one from her grip, and his eyebrows furrowed. A frown bent his mouth as he rolled the smooth grey stones between gloved fingertips. He studied them like they had a secret script he might decipher in the fluid lines weaving over the face of each sphere.

“Take them off.”

She blinked, masking a busy mind with a face full of surprise. “Sir? They are offensive, then.”

“They’re a nuisance.” Though he didn’t let go of her jewelry, he did return his attention to her face. The amusement had waned. He wanted through her defenses.

Twisting his grip, he dragged her off-balance, and she jerked half a step forward.

Lips by her ear, he repeated, “Take them off.”

With his hulking shoulders out of the way, she could see through the viewport again. At some point, as she bantered for her life, they’d jumped to hyperspace. If he ran her through, right here, at least she’d have a familiar view.

The instant she pulled the faintest comfort from the thought, the ship was spat out of hyperspace, and a planet filled the view.

“Sir,” the flight officer called. “We’ve reached Ord Trasi. On route to rendezvous with the Steadfast now.”

The ship must be hiding on the far side of the planet, away from the hyperspace lanes.

Ren shoved her away, and the two ‘troopers stepped up to flank her. While his intentions were still far from clear, she wasn’t the honored kind of guest. She caught herself before her guards had an excuse to put hands on her, and as the Supreme Leader stomped back to oversee the last leg of their journey, she folded her shaking hands back inside her wet sleeves.

She seized the opportunity to breathe. Still alive. Still in one piece. And another distraction had bought her another precious few minutes. What she’d do with that time she had no idea, but she had it anyway.

Three TIE fighters wheeled into view, streaking past in perfect formation. The first sign of a larger First Order presence.

“I didn’t order an honor guard,” the Supreme Leader snapped. “Order them back to the ship.”

Oh, he was definitely a pilot. He was practically twitching. Too much protection must insult his ego, especially when he wasn’t behind the controls.

The flight officer leaned into the comms and relayed the command, but the TIEs did not disperse. They roared past again, moving behind the shuttle, and she swore she could feel Kylo Ren’s oppressive attention physically lift from her to this new problem.

Doubtless, Ren had something to say. More orders. A good threat or three. But before he could express his wrath beyond the creaking of his glove around his fist, a series of blasts rocked the transport.

Alarms wailed, and the flight crew began shouting updates and alerts as every standing passenger – apart from Ren – lurched into the wall. Beyond the racket from the cockpit, she could hear the wheeze of a dying engine somewhere below.

Kriff.

“Where are our shields?” Ren demanded.

Frantically switching toggles, the pilot shouted over the cacophony. “The readout shows they’re online, sir, but the damage suggests – ”

“Sabotage.” The Supreme Leader all but spat the word.

Shrieking by for another pass, the TIEs sent a hail of green laser fire over the shuttle, and she listened to the hull groan. The wall under her face was warm, and she carefully worked her way to a line of emergency grip points above. She clung on for dear life, looping her arm through and preparing for the worst.

She would not go down with the ship.

And the ship was definitely going down. Hazy clouds blurred the stars, the dark of space fading into atmospheric blue as they lost altitude.

“Sir, we’ve lost too much power. The planet’s gravity is – ”

“Supreme Leader, they’re coming about! Brace for - !”

The side of the shuttle exploded.

The angle of the blast sent debris spearing into the cockpit, and from the corner of her eye she saw an arc of wet crimson splash across the view screen. Now entirely out of control, the ship rolled, and the two stormtroopers tumbled boots-over-helmet through the hole that used to be the other half of the passenger compartment. Their voice modulators warped their screams as they fell.

She screamed, too, lifted off her feet, thrown into wall-ceiling-floor in a dizzying cycle. Her belly leapt into her throat as the engine heaved its last breath and the craft dropped into freefall.

Smoke and sparks filled the air. She couldn’t see what had happened to the flight crew or their dread leader, but no one was doing anything to slow their descent. If there was sabotage though, who was to say the shields were the only system affected? Even if they were conscious, Ren was the only one with the power to do anything at this point.

Well. Not only Ren.

Moving from grip to grip, she worked her way closer to the damaged half of the ship. She needed perspective. She had to see what she was doing.

A blur of green and brown appeared between flashes of blue, and she cursed. All her wonderful protective charms kept flying up to smack in her face, tangle in her hair, and obscure her view. She had a choice to make, and she needed to make it quickly.

Regardless of whether or not Kylo Ren survived, she wasn’t ready to die, certainly not like this. So she’d just have to take her chances.

Letting go of her precious handhold with one hand, she set to work, tugging and tearing the necklaces from her throat. She ripped the rings off with her teeth, and half the bracelets snapped as she jerked them free.

Her senses blossomed, expanding beyond her skin, beyond her sight. She felt the distance between the ship and the planet below, teaming with life, and another dim pulse somewhere onboard. Another survivor. She’d worry about that later. She’d save herself first.

Reaching into the flow of energy and motion that kept the galaxy turning, she pulled. Just as she’d found the grip inside the ship to keep stable, she grappled with air currents, gravity, and space to stabilize the shattered craft’s descent.

It had been a long, long time since she’d tried anything on this scale, and it tore through her the way too much exercise ripped fragile muscles. Something wet dripped down her neck as the spinning slowed. They were still dropping too fast, and she pushed down at the planet until her ears rang with the effort.

Gradually, painfully, she took control of the fall.

This wouldn’t be a pretty landing.

But they just might survive it.

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cissyenthusiast010155 · 2 years ago

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Hear me out because I absolutely need an enemies to lovers style captain Phasma X jedi reader hate fuck

Ooooooooh yes! I would absolutely love to write this 🤤 This takes place before episode 7 btw, when the first order is looking for Skywalker but hasn’t captured Poe yet.

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Warnings: NSFW, 18+!!!, smut, enemies to lovers, degrading kink, strap fucking, hate fucking, grey/questionable consent area…?, etc…

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It was the time of the First Order. And they were desperate for Luke Skywalker.

Recently, there had been a tip off of an extremely powerful jedi hiding off on a deserted moon on the edge of the galaxy.

The tip off had said a jedi had shut down a First Order inspection of the moon with ease.

“Sir, we’re coming up on the moon.” a first order officer reported to Kylo Ren.

“Good. Captain, I want you to at my side.” Ren commanded, motioning towards Phasma.

“Yes, sir.” Phasma replied.

The first order’s ship landed on the deserted moon and began their search for Skywalker.

The nearby suns were cresting at high noon, when Ren tilted his head sensing a pull from the force.

“This way.” He directed the selective group of troopers.

The group made their way through a thick forest before coming to a clearing with a hut in the middle of it.

There was still smoke coming from the chimney…

“Captain, take a line of men to make sure he doesn’t escape. The rest of you, surround the hut.” Ren ordered

The men slowly crept up around the hut, as Phasma took some troopers to the edge of the forest.

Phasma watched as the men then invaded the hut with shouts.

But it was empty…

Suddenly, Phasma heard a snap of a twig behind her.

She turned around and caught a glimpse of something rustling away from her position.

“Lieutenant, keep the troopers in formation!” Phasma shouted as she ran off to follow the movement.

From a distance one could see the lieutenant terrified and explaining the situation to Kylo Ren, who was quick to follow the Captain.

As Phasma ran deeper into the woods, so did you.

You both could feel Ren on your heels.

You were a surviving jedi who had barely escaped with your life on multiple occasions now.

As you ran through the trees, you tripped.

You tripped and hit your head on a tree stump.

Hard.

You tried to get up and keep running but you were met with a blackened vision and immediate dizziness.

You could barely see a shimmering trooper running towards you.

And that’s when you passed out.

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You had been the captive of Ren for a week now.

Or at least that was your guess.

You were held in a windowless room and tortured on the regular.

What you assumed to be every day, Ren would come in and try and extract the location of Skywalker from you.

But you couldn’t tell him.

You didn’t know.

After what you assumed to be three weeks, Ren was getting frustrated.

You had been trained explicitly for using the force as a defense for the mind and Ren couldn’t penetrate you.

One particular harsh day, Ren was going on for hours…

After awhile, Captain Phasma stepped in and requested Ren.

With a huff, Ren stepped back from you, who was on the border of unconsciousness.

“If you’d let me take a stab at her, I’m sure I could have her talking.”

You heard the Captain say in a muffled tone.

Then you vaguely recall seeing a frustrated Kylo Ren storm off.

You sighed.

You assumed that meant you were done for the day.

But the Captain then came in.

She then proceeded to undo you from the torture chair and drag you down the hallway to your cell.

She threw you on the ground and turned around to close and lock the door.

You tried to stifle a groan, but it slipped out anyway.

You heard Phasma chuckle.

You got yourself to lean against the cell wall and looked to find Phasma standing and leaning against the opposing wall.

“You’re a curious one, aren’t you, jedi scum…” Phasma stated.

You said nothing but simply stared her down with your body shaking and your breathing labored.

Phasma then crouched down, mere inches away from your face, and you raised your head to meet her helmet.

“I’ll have you talking in days…” She taunted, although her tone was extremely serious.

You dryly laughed a bit, “What are you gonna do, torture me?”

At your words, her hand was on your neck and squeezing.

You whimpered at the touch, unable to stifle your sounds.

“You’re going to wish I tortured you…” She seethed.

She then let you go and left with a slam of the door.

You gasped for air.

On the other side, you could hear a muffled Phasma yelling, “No on is to go in there and no one is to give her anything!”

It was then that your body gave out on you and lost consciousness.

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You spent the next few days in the dark with no one and no food and no water.

Finally, you heard the click of the door and light flooded into your cell, causing your cell lights to switch on as well.

You winced.

The door closed again and you heard the click of the lock.

Once your eyes had adjusted, you saw a tall woman in front of you.

Fuck was she stunning…

Your thoughts had started to spiral from all the depravity from the last few days.

She was wearing a basic training uniform, but she didn’t look like a basic first order trooper…

You could spend days imaging what she’d look like underneath that ill suited uniform…

The woman crouched down to your lied down figure, grabbing you by the chin and lifting you to your feet.

Successfully pinning you to the wall.

“Does my Jedi scum feel like talking now…?” Phasma jeered.

Oh Fuck…

It clicked for you now.

It was Phasma…

“Fuck you!” You spat in her face.

Phasma chuckled darkly.

“Just remember I gave you a way out…” She sneered with glimmering eyes.

Your stomache was a pit…

You knew very well what tension was between the two of you…

Without warning, Phasma flipped you around, caging your hands above your head with one hand and tilting her chin sideways with her other.

Your breathing was erratic.

Your pupils were blown wide.

“You want something scum?” Phasma taunted.

You gulped and stayed silent.

She then pressed her body against yours, squishing you against the wall.

Oh, OHhhHHh Fuck…

You couldn’t help the whimper that escaped your throat from the bulge you felt ghost grinding against your ass.

She was packing…

You were trying your best to take deep breaths, but your body was reacting against your will.

You found yourself pressing your ass against her bulge.

Phasma wickedly chuckled again, “Already so needy, slut?” she taunted you.

Your heart raced tripled at that nickname…

“No...” You gritted out, which both of you knew was an obvious lie…

“Really?” She mock-taunted, “So if I were to slip my finger in your cunt, your telling me that you wouldn’t be soaked and your walls wouldn’t flutter in desperation…”

You shuddered at her words and tried to stifle the moan that came up at the idea of someone touching you…

Especially her…

But before you could process anything else, you felt Phasmas fingers ghosting the back waistband of your pants.

“Why don’t we find out how much of a slut you really are, scum…” She lustfully jeered.

With that, she had hooked your pants with her finger and dropped them to the floor.

You gasped as the cold air hit your wobbly legs.

“Oh my, do I make your knees weak, slut…?” Phasma taunted.

You merely whimpered in response.

With that, you could feel Phasmas fingers slipping under your underwear and finding exactly what she had been looking for…

“Fuck jedi, you’re dripping…” she breathed out, her own voice faltering.

Your face went red with embarrassment and shame.

You weren’t supposed to feel this way…

And she knew that…

She was exploiting that…

You tried to squeeze your thighs together at that, but Phasma was quick to stop you by shoving your legs apart with her own.

She then removed her fingers from your soaked cunt, eliticing another whimper from you.

“Are you ready to talk yet, slut? Or do you need further encouragement…?” She jeered into your ear.

“Fuck you…!” You spat yet again.

Phasma chuckled and continued her taunts, “Seems like the slut needs to be taught a lesson…”

In seconds, Phasmas trousers and underwear were lowered so that now you could feel her strap right on your ass…

She moved your body in one swoop so that your ass was sticking out more and your legs were widened.

“Please…” you whimpered, at this point you were so conflicted you didn’t know what you were begging for…

With her available fingers, Phasma moved your underwear to the side and placed her dick right on your clit.

At this your hips bucked forward.

“Please God please…!” You cried out, half of you begging her to stop, the other half begging her to fuck you dumb…

“You asked for it, slut…” She breathed, her voice coated in lustful venom.

Her hips then thrusted her dick straight into your aching hole with no warning and no time to adjust.

It was impossible to contain your cries this time.

Phasma began to pound into from behind as you writhed and screamed in a mixture of pain and pleasure.

“OhHhh God right there…!!” you cried out as Phasma bottomed you out.

“That’s right. I am your God…” She hissed in your ear, while relentlessly hitting your g-spot without fail with every single thrust.

Your legs were trembling so badly now, they were threatening to collapse…

Your breathing was erratic and all over the fucking place…

As much as you hated to admit it, you were gonna fucking cum…

And Phasma knew it.

“Oh my, does my slut wanna cum…?” She taunted.

“I… please… don’t stop…!!” You spurted out your words, unable to form a coherent sentence.

Tears were now streaming down your eyes.

This was so wrong…

You could feel yourself about to tip over the edge and one last thrust from Phasma did it.

The orgasmic wave hit you like a brick wall…

Your eyes rolled back and your body spasmed against your captor.

Your screams were so out of control, Phasma had to quickly clasp your mouth shut.

After a minute, Phasma pulled out of you and unclasped her hands from your mouth, and you immediately collapsed on the floor, panting like a fucking dog and your mind reeling from what you had just done.

Phasma took the time to collect herself as well, the silence being a pleasantry for both of you.

You were the one who broke it.

“I don’t know where Skywalker is…” you whispered, looking up to your captor with a tear stained face.

Phasma met your gaze and lightly chuckled.

“I believe you.”

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girl-next-door-writes · 2 years ago

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How Can We Say Forever

Characters: Armitage Hux x reader

Summary: There is a fine line between the fantasy and the reality. So when that line is crossed, Armitage does what he feels is necessary to survive.

Word Count: 1097 words

Prompt: Angst. Mutual pining. Everyone knows but them. A kiss without thinking. Help fixing clothes.

A/N: @morby requested a touch of angst for my favourite general as part of my follower milestone celebration, and so here it is.

It had been the right thing to do. Obviously it was the correct decision, so why did he have to spend so much time telling himself that? Strategically, it made sense for you to take a squadron and set up a base in the abandoned Rebel camp, find out as much as you could about the area. Professionally, it made sense for you to gain this promotion of sorts. Personally… well.

If asked, Armitage could tell someone how long, to the very minute, it had been since you had left his side. Like a slow drip in the back of his mind, his body tracked the loss, stealing him of sleep and what little appetite he had. Countless times, he turned a corner and believed, for a fraction of a second, that he caught a glimpse of you. There were moments he thought he caught the scent of your shampoo. The whole situation was slowly driving him insane. Your absence was more of a distraction than your presence had ever been.

“General Hux.” Your voice cut through his thoughts. Even the grainy hologram of you didn’t ease the deep ache within him. These update reports had started as the highlights of his week, but now they were just a reminder of the distance between you.

His image appeared before you, causing your heart to race. He looked like he hadn’t been sleeping, exhaustion etched on his features, and you felt a pang of concern. What you would give to be there to take on some of his burdens, to lighten his load. Then again, that was the problem was it not? You had got too close and now you were banished from his presence.

It had started out as little things, helping with paperwork, bringing him an extra caff on your way past the bridge when he was on shift. At first, he seemed surprised by your gestures, then intrigued. The line between you grew blurred and you had taken for granted all the little smirks and knowing looks he sent your way, thinking this was how it would always be, you and your General.

Of course, this behaviour did not go unnoticed by others. Phasma would roll her eyes affectionately whenever she saw you approaching her and Hux, knowing that she had lost his attention completely as soon as he spotted you. Kylo had publicly berated you for a mistake which was not your fault, and paused mid-sentence when he felt the heat of Armitage’s anger pulsing through him. Ren turned to look at the General who was trying so hard to conceal his emotions, knowing protecting you would only lead to ruin. Several underlings on the base had figured out that, if they had to take bad news to their General, then the best time would be when you were there, somehow you always lessened the blow.

This budding, whatever it was, was clear to see by everyone who saw the two of you together and yet, if asked, you both would insist it was a professional respect and nothing more. That was until the incident.

Standing in his office, Armitage frowned as he went over his notes for his latest address. The fine balance between inspiration and lecturing he usually excelled at felt a little forced this time.

“I just don’t think it is stirring enough.” He grumbled as you took the notes from him and cast your eye over them.

“I think, there are troops who would feel inspired by you even if you read them the instruction manual for refresher installation. It is just as much about how you say it as it is what you say.” You place the notes on the desk and smooth down the lapels of his coat, picking off an errant piece of lint that had dared defile his ensemble.

As your fingers worked over the cloth, Armitage felt as if time had slowed. Holding his breath, his eyes took in every detail of your face, savoring the proximity. There was something about having you this close that made his brain glitch. He felt heat rising up the back of his neck and just prayed you wouldn’t notice the panicked look in his eyes. The desire to say something witty, to make you smile, or even laugh, was overwhelming and left him speechless.

“There. Perfectly presentable.” You hummed, looking up from the coat with a soft smile. “Go inspire the masses, Sir.”

And that was when it happened. That was the moment that changed everything. Without a thought, you had leaned in and placed a kiss to his cheek as if it were the most natural thing for you to do.

On the loneliest of nights, when he lay in the dark of his bedroom, Armitage closed his eyes and would swear he could feel the warmth of your breath, the softness of your lips, the stain of your kiss forever imprinted upon his soul.

Armitage stiffened at the contact, bringing you back to your senses and you hurriedly pulled away, eyes wide with panic.

“Sir, I-“ whatever you had been about to say, whatever apology that might have fallen from your lips was interrupted by a trooper informing the General that he was required urgently. And so, he had left. He left you standing there in his office wondering how badly you had damaged your relationship.

Armitage had been a coward, he knew that. After going out of his way to avoid you, he had happened upon this advancement for your career. He knew you sort him out when you received your new orders, Phasma had told him as much, but he couldn’t bring himself to see you. If you were physically in his presence then either you would apologise and he would see how much you wished to take back that moment, a moment that had become the most precious to him, OR he would take back this promotion because the reality of never seeing you again would break his heart.

The latter was not an option. You had to go. Somehow, you had become his weakness and as soon as that was discovered then he was done for. There was no room in the First Order for ‘happy ever after’, no space for ‘forever’. He didn’t deserve that kind of life and a romantic entanglement would only prevent him from focusing on his long term goals. It was the right thing to do. Strategically, professionally, it was the right decision. So why did he feel that he was simply sitting here, waiting for you?

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You should've taken that offer to sleep in for the day.

Your alarm went off at 5, which was already ambitiously early, but you figured you'd need the time these first few days until you got the hang of Hux's morning schedule. Dry cleaning, freshly brewed caf, and updated reports were just a few of the items you'd need to have prepared before his day would officially start at 7.

But no sooner did you turn off your alarm and rub at your eyes a bit did another sound start emanating frantically from your holo pad.

Messages from Hux, about six in a row, lit up the screen and you blinked through your fatigue trying to keep up with them all. Something about a change in plans for the day, needing some of his meetings rescheduled, and all due to the arrival of...

"Ren?" you muttered to yourself, not immediately placing the name and first thinking it was some sort of acronym or First Order slang you'd never heard of. And then you yawned and re-read the message.

Oh kriff, Ren.

Your stomach started turning over and over itself, like the time you'd stumbled down a hill and couldn't seem to stop yourself from rolling helplessly - and painfully - over until you'd reached the bottom. The panic you'd felt the first time you were in Hux's office was threatening to overtake you again. This was all too real. Too much. You didn't want to be here. You didn't want to be here.

You didn't want to be here.

You swung your legs over the side of the bed and planted your feet firmly on the floor. You forced yourself to take a long, deep breath. And then you made yourself take another. A slow and patient inhale, a steady and calm exhale. Again. Inhale, exhale. It wasn't long before your nerves stopped buzzing and you felt in control again.

It was one thing to be working for the General of your enemies, it was another entirely to be near the fearsome Force user known as Kylo Ren. You would have to be careful, lest he detect the conflict and fear within you. You didn't survive a week of torture to simply be ousted by the Force. And besides, it wasn't just about you, but protecting your friend's life as well.

Oh, Nat. You sighed, knowing you owed her a follow up conversation. To clear the air. Get back to being on the same side again. Whether it was her fault you were here or not, it was all water under the bridge at this point. All that mattered now was your mutual survival, and you'd get nowhere without each other.

You hurried through your own morning ritual, getting cleaned up and dressed as best you could in the little space they'd given you for a room. Two more messages from Hux popped up along the way and you quickly offered reassuring responses. You were on it. No worries. Right away, sir. General.

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It wasn't that Hux cared about Ren and what he thought. On the contrary, the bastard could disappear from existence tomorrow and Hux wouldn't even be bothered by it. It's not like the First Order needed him, anyway. Operations would continue as usual, wouldn't even skip a beat. The Supreme Leader was the only one who cared, for whatever reason. Something about the Force and other sorts of nonsense.

No, Hux didn't care about Ren. He just really, really hated him.

And that was why plans were being shuffled around, meetings canceled, extra wax added to the floors. He couldn't have Ren getting in the way of things, and he certainly wasn't interested in being served a dish of hotheaded, snarky criticism, either. Phasma got it. She'd have already redirected most of the troops to a training simulation on a different floor for the day. He just prayed to whatever god was available that this new assistant of his would understand what he meant by needing his "good coat" today.

She arrived on time; impressive, considering he'd moved that time up a couple hours early, and on her first official day, no less. But that was all. She did not have his good coat, the one that would whoosh behind him dramatically as he crossed the hangar to greet Ren. Hux sighed in frustration as he was handed his stiff, ceremonial wool coat instead.

"Oh no. Did I get the wrong one?" she asked, not seeming too overly panicked or remorseful.

"It's fine," he huffed, not having time to care about it further. He hoisted the thing on, hating how the stiff wool made him feel more trapped than he already was.

"Did you still want your coffee, or...?" she asked next, gesturing to a lidded cup she'd set down nearby.

He brushed that off, too.

"No, I can't drink anything right now," he mumbled. His stomach felt like it had shriveled up, and that even one drop of something would surely be too much to handle. But that wasn't the sort of thing he needed to explain in detail to an assistant. Or anyone for that matter.

He kept his jaw locked and his focused on keeping his heart rate under control. All he had to do was get through the next hour or so, and then Ren would retreat to his own quarters. Or if the universe was being really kind, he'd have another mission to go on and would leave right away.

Hux led the way down the corridors to the hangar. A few other lower level officers trailed behind, ready to attend to whatever Ren needed upon his arrival. Hux glanced behind at his own assistant whenever they turned a corner, noting how obliviously calm she was. He envied her.

They reached the hangar just as Ren's ship flew in. Most of the crew rushed up to where the craft would touch down, while Hux elected to stand further back. Not only did he not have his good swooshing coat, but he was also just didn't care. Make the bastard walk to him, not the other way around.

He could feel his assistant standing beside him, just outside his periphery. And as he watched Ren's ship land, wings folding neatly upwards, trails of smoke hissing from hydraulic legs, he was overcome with a thought. A feeling, really. It was always a mystery how Ren would present himself, if he'd be in a mood or somewhat akin to normal. Either way, the man always had the potential to be dangerous. What if he tried to interfere with this experiment with the defectors? What if he mocked Hux for allowing a potential spy so close? Or worse?

No, no he couldn't have her near him.

"Lieutenant, you may proceed with your rounds now," he turned to her. She looked at him with wide, questioning eyes, undoubtedly surprised by his sudden directive. "I don't know how long I'll be tied up with this, so just make sure to have your reports on my desk by the end of the day and we'll reconvene tomorrow."

He turned back around to see the ramp of Ren's ship starting to lower. He still felt her nearby, shifting a bit, probably out of nervousness. He hadn't yet walked her through how the rounds should go, hadn't even notified any of the departments about her, but there was simply no time. He was nervous, too. Ren would be coming down any moment.

"Go," he snapped.

Thankfully she finally hastened off, as Ren was, in fact, in a mood.

A really, really bad one.

"I need a battalion of troopers ready to go in one hour," the modulated voice of Kylo Ren echoed across the hangar as the masked man marched down the ramp. Who he was giving orders to? Unclear. Hux continued to stand where he was several feet away. "And I want whatever fool suggested we visit kriffing Clonu to show themselves!"

The teams of officers, mechanics, and security personnel around the hangar bay hesitated in their efforts to move forward with their jobs. Ren was continuing to march along, headed for the hallway out, so Hux just waved a hand at them to continue.

"Bad trip?" he asked with as straight a face he could manage. Though Ren's temper could be unsafe, it was also amusing. Hux would gladly take screamed threats and sparks flying in his face if it showed just how out of control, how powerless, Ren was compared to him.

Ren did not answer Hux, just continued to stomp by him. Hux ground his teeth as he was forced to skip a little just to catch up and fall into step beside him.

"And what's this about a battalion?" Hux went ahead and asked, though he would much rather not be the one without necessary information between them.

"The map wasn't on Clonu. But you know what was?" Ren stopped abruptly and whirled on Hux. "An ambush. Those rebels knew we were coming, and now one of my knights is dead!"

His voice, his anger, was rising with every word.

"One of your officers gave us that location and I want to know why. And then I want a battalion ready for my revenge!"

Ren whirled back around and made a beeline for the lifts... the lift, the one that led to the comms room for the Supreme Leader. Hux gulped. If Ren lost control in there, no one would see it but him. And that would make any lash that much more painful to bear.

And yet, he still hastened to follow. Ren couldn't just strut about demanding things. He'd have to plead his case to the Supreme Leader.

"A battalion is hardly keeping a low profile, Ren," Hux spat just as the doors closed behind them. He tried not to think about how much he hated lifts and instead focused on how much he hated the man he was sharing it with. "Raids and skirmishes, that's what the--"

"As if you understand what Leader Snoke wants." Ren turned to face him, his dark, fearsome mask just inches away from Hux's face. "As if it wasn't your incompetence that led to this mess."

"My incom--" Hux was in the middle of scoffing when Ren's fist came slamming down against the wall by his head.

"Don't try to snivel your way out of this one, you filthy runt."

Hux had heard worse, but oh how he loathed that he flinched. Though Ren's mask covered his features, he knew the bastard was smirking about it.

"If you won't serve me your traitor's head, then I'll cut it off myself, even if I have to make my way down the line to find the right one."

Hux set his jaw, determined not to let any of this get under his skin. "I will not--"

"Coward!" Ren yelled, bringing his fist down again for emphasis and causing Hux to flinch yet again. Hux frowned deeply as Ren continued to crowd him in the corner of the lift, breathing heavily, threats of worse to come if Hux dared to push further.

And so he didn't. This position wasn't new to him; he knew better than any which fights were with having. And this one, over some sort of paranoid nonsense, without any sort of back up or witnesses, was most assuredly not worth even his pride.

Ren took the hint and slowly backed off with a demeaning scoff. The lift began to slow as well, nearing its destination.

"We'll see what Leader Snoke has to say about this, hm?" Ren sneered.

Hux stood there feeling like a scolded child, his gaze set straight ahead and his jaw clenched so tightly he could already feel a headache coming on.

And not for the first time since they'd entered the lift, though it was quite a strange thought to keep having given the circumstances, Hux was grateful he'd sent his assistant away when he did. His instincts had been right. If Ren was this worked up over a logistics officer giving him bad information, then he certainly would've had a shit fit over a resistance deserter.

Best keep that one close to the chest, Hux decided, even at the expense of whatever demands would have to be met today.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What does?"

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

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

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

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

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

"I did. You seem surprised by that."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"It won't."

"How can you be so sure?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"but it's disrespectful-"

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

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

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

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PART 9 Playing with fire

Alpha!Kylo Ren x omega!reader

Warnings: AOB, sexual, jealousy, slow burn, eventual smut, anger issues, swearing, harassment, needle usage, drug usage, dark themes

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You stared a little too long, eyes quickly going to over his shoulder.

“Look at me” he said and you darted your eyes back. You heard a knock though and jumped head leaving his fingers. You frowned looking to the door as the supreme alpha growled and opened it. You listened to them muttering before he turned back to you.

“Stay here” he ordered and left. You looked baffled, mouth hung open slightly as you huffed. You just got back and he already left. You sighed, shaking your head before looking around the room. It was a large dark office with a room off to the side and a door on the other. The office had a big desk with different screens, and a sleek black couch to one side. You peered in to the other room a big bedroom, this room would fit your apartment, well officer room the bed was massive, you wondered why one man needed such a big bed, than again he could do what he wanted. Everything was black except the sheets peering out from the quilt, they looked silky. He had a wardrobe, tomboy and another door. You glanced back to the entry door before going inside. You shivered a bit at the overwhelming smell of him and opened the slider door, It went to the fresher. You wandered to the other door and opened it, it led to the kitchen area. You walked in a saw little to no food and saddened a bit, did he eat properly? You cursed your thoughts and left the kitchen in a huff and sat down on the couch, surely he’d be back in five minutes.

You think you sat there for a good hour before you gave up and left. You looked around a bit, mainly trying to find the way back to your level and room. All stormtroopers and officers seemed to keep their heads down when passing. You were unsure why, had they never seen an omega before? You finally found your room and sighed falling on your bed. You quickly put on some scent blockers before going to unpack. Leo came over some time later and you told him what had happened. He sat in shock, mouth open like a fish.

“Can you not overreact!” You said groaning.

“You’re gonna be the empress!” He said in shock and awe and you cursed him.

“I’m not being anything!” You clarified again. Your words were not agreeing with your heart or mind. You say you weren’t going to be his mate like it was a choice. You were arguing with Leo about not being his mate till your door opened and said mate stood there.

“Why did you leave?” He asked ignoring Leo’s presence. You saw the beta gulp wanting to tuck tail and ran.

“You left for-!” You glanced to the clock.

“Five hours!” You finished and Leo chuckled nervously making you raise an eyebrow at him.

“I wasn’t going to sit there and do nothing, I need to unpack and do stuff!” You fought and you huffed at Leo who looked like he was going to pass out.

“Leo what the hell?” You huffed and he gulped.

“You know he is the supreme leader?” He whispered and you gulped slightly glancing to the alpha. For some reason all respect went out the window.

“Supreme leader, sir” you mumbled head looking to the ground. The supreme leader didn’t react to your outburst though.

“I apologise, I did not know how long the meeting was” he said bowing his head slightly and Leo looked like he just won the lottery. You glanced between him and Leo, wanting to slap the beta into acting properly and not knowing how to react to the supreme leader.

“May I request a few days to unpack my things and thoughts supreme leader?” You asked.

“Yes” he nodded in response.

“I will see you in a few days” he finished giving one last look to Leo before leaving. You and Leo let out a breath you were holding as you sat by him.

“Maker” Leo said.

“You’ve literally got him wrapped around your finger” you slapped a hand over his mouth making the beta frown.

“He’s force sensitive!” You snarled.

“He can’t hear me!” Leo pried your hand off and rolled his eyes.

“He literally projected himself in my room” you said.

“That is true” Leo muttered.

“I’m doomed” you groaned rubbing your eyes.

“I would like to be supportive in this whole situation” Leo began.

“However I like life” he muttered and you slapped him.

“He won’t kill you” you sighed.

“He might!” Leo sneered.

“I won’t let him” you rephrased.

“For some reason that does make me feel better” the beta shrugged and you rolled your eyes. Maker you weren’t ready for this.

You had a few days to unpack and get your working days back in order, it was difficult without the suppressants. People gave you weird looks even with your scent blocker, felt like a big rumour had come true and now everyone was talking about it. You didn’t see the supreme leader for a few days and you felt empty somehow, you hated the nagging that went on your head and you swore a few times your feet went in the direction to his room instead of your own. Like you said you kept in touch with your family every night, you spoke with your sister late at night, school problems, girl problems, crush problems, whatever she needed. You’d sometimes talk about your issues too, you didn’t want to burden her seeing as she had a lot going on in teenage years. Your grandma was doing much better and got sent home, she was enjoying home cooked meals and calling dad her carer. By the fifth day though you got worried, you hadn’t seen the supreme leader nor heard of him, had he gone off ship? You cursed yourself for thinking he’d run things by you, he was the supreme leader!

By the seventh day you were fuming with his lack of appearance and stormed to his room, your yelling at the poor officer on duty worked and he led you to his room. You stormed in ready to speak your mind only to frown when you saw a hunched over figure and heard light snores. You froze at the scene and stopped your rampage. You went closer slowly, carefully so he didn’t end up throwing you to a wall or something. You went by his side, his eyes closed and his face peaceful. You smiled all annoyance suddenly gone out the window. He didn’t have any fancy clothes on or his cape, his helmet was on the floor near the desk.

“Supreme leader?” You muttered, but got nothing.

“Ren?” You mumbled and his eyes shot open, he snapped up lightsaber turning on with a loud hum, you yelped and back away.

“What on earth are you doing here?” he sounded pissed, lightsaber switching off. He sighed closing the screens that were up. You wanted to snap back, but the exhaustion in his face stopped you. You went forward again as he punched the bridge of his nose and sighed. You made him flinch though as you cupped the side of his face and forced him to look at you. His eyes were wide as you did, green swirling in brown. You wondered why his eyes never went sith colour.

“When did you last sleep properly?” You asked seriously.

“I don’t” he brushed off, but your face hardened and he stayed out.

“Ate something?” You asked.

“Breakfast” he said and you pressed.

“When?” You said.

“Yesterday” he muttered. Your mouth hung open a bit and you sighed letting your hand drop to back to your sides. You headed off to the kitchen grumbling when you found no food.

“Last shower?” You asked clicking on your wrist data pad.

“What are you doing?” He asked standing up.

“Ordering some proper food seeing as you can’t take care of yourself” you stated with a huff.

“What floor is this?” You mumbled to yourself.

“Top i’d assume” you answered your own question.

“They’ll understand supreme leaders room” you mumbled more not realising how close the supreme alpha had come.

“Now I would re-“ you looked up finishing your order seeing him staring at you. You gulped slightly forgetting your place once again.

“You’re the first creature to order me around” he said, but there was no anger or annoyance in his voice, almost amusement.

“Before you were supreme leader I’m sure others did” you mumbled embarrassed.

“Not without consequence” he said and you gulped, but not afraid.

“You’re not afraid?” He said more in question and you shook your head.

“Should I be?” You whispered looking to him again, watching his eyes soften.

“No” he whispered.

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upon-a-starry-night · 1 month ago

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Christmas Party Panic

Pairing: Kylo Ren x Reader (No use of y/n)

Ficmas Masterlist Star wars masterlist

Word Count: 7.7k

Summary: Your coworker put you in an uncomfortable situation, so your boss Kylo helps you out. Simple as that.

Or maybe not…

A/n: a small treat to hold you over until I finish the next chapter of While We Dream. ~Starry

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The soft hum of Christmas music echoes through the mostly empty office, most people having already gone home for the day. You can’t help but envy them. Aside from you and Rey, there’s only the janitor and… your boss. Kylo Ren. You don’t think you’ve ever seen him leave early—or at all, really. You admired his work ethic, but you also worried for him, although you couldn’t really talk.

You’ve just finished hanging up the last green and red streamers over the break room door when your friend and coworker Rey approaches you. She’s the whole reason you got roped into helping decorate for the Christmas work party, and you’re a little scared of the excited gleam in her eyes as she draws near.

The sound of your name jolts your attention to Rey, and you realize you missed what she said. She huffs but doesn’t seem entirely upset and repeats herself.

“I said, I’m a little disappointed you didn’t tell me you’re bringing someone to the party” Her words take a few moments to register in your head, and you’re about to tell her that you’re definitely not bringing someone, but a reminder of a conversation with your coworker earlier drags a groan from you.

You’d just been taking your lunch break when your male coworker Alvin approached you. It wasn’t uncommon that you’d chat with people during lunch, but you felt uneasy about the look in his eyes when he settled into the seat next to you. He tried making idle chat with you while you scarfed down your sandwich, but eventually he got to the point of his visit.

“So… I haven't heard that you’re bringing anyone to the Christmas party." Your eyes widened at his statement, realizing his intentions in singling you out during lunch. It’s not like this was his first time asking you out, but he never seemed to get the hint. “I’d like to be the one who takes you. Wouldn't want you coming all alone." He laughs so condescendingly you flinch, searching for any way to get out of the awkwardness of 3 hours glued to this prick's hip.

“I uh, actually already have a date.” You lie. It’s the only thing you can think to do in the moment, and it seems to work as he mumbles out some excuse and storms away. You didn’t think he'd go around telling the whole office, especially because you just planned on bringing your sister if she was free. But now here you were with an angry best friend and rumors that you were bringing a date. No doubt all of your coworkers' eyes were going to be on you at that party.

“That’s because…” You start to answer Rey, but movement in the corner of your eyes distracts you, and you turn your head to see Kylo standing from his desk. His tall frame never ceases to surprise you no matter how many times you’ve passed him by and you watch as he slides on his long black coat and grabs his bag.

It was incredibly unfair how good he could make a simple black coat look with his broad shoulders and unique features; it was no surprise he was the object of many of your coworkers affection. He’d set nearly the entire female staff alight when he’d taken over for your old boss just under a year ago, although his quiet and clipped nature seemed to deter most of them…not all of them, though…

Most importantly, you were shocked that he was packing up already. He’s never left early before, but…maybe he was going to meet up with a woman. You heard Christmas hookups were popular these days. Though he didn’t really seem like the type.

Your eyes track him as he shuts his office door, a foggy glass just like the rest of his walls (thank god for blinds), and makes his way towards the two of you. Your eyes catch his, and you smile, sucking in a sharp, involuntary breath as he comes to stand in front of you. His scent invading your senses

“Leaving early today?” The question slips from your tongue. You know he’s not one for much small talk, but he’s not rude enough to ignore you either. He shakes his head, and your eyes are drawn to the long black curls that frame his face, never before noticing how soft they looked. He runs a hand through them, and his eyes dart to the elevator. You hope you aren’t keeping him from something important by making idle chat.

“Stepping out for some coffee” Comes his reply, in a deep baritone voice; it’s a little rough, you’d guess from not speaking much all day- or maybe that’s how it always sounds…

“Ah.” You wrack your brain for a more intelligent reply but come up short. Would it be stupid to tell him to enjoy it? To joke about bringing you some? To make him promise to stay warm in the harsh winter weather outside. You shiver just thinking about it.

Consumed by your thoughts, you fail to notice as Kylo’s eyes drift around the office, taking in the decorations you’ve spent a good couple of hours crafting and hanging. You’re only pulled back to reality when his voice reaches your ears once more.

“It looks good in here.” You try not to preen at the praise. You would hope it looked good; Rey had managed to convince him to put them up a few days early, and she’d forced you into it as her only accomplice. Most of your coworkers had been surprised that he’d said yes to it since most of them assumed he was a Scrooge, but you knew better. He might be quiet and socially inept, but you noticed the coffee he’d buy for everyone during meetings and the extra PTO he gave to your pregnant coworker last month; he was an office worker's dream boss in every way except socializing.

But there had been something bothering you as of late. At the risk of overworking yourself, you’d been staying late to work on a few projects a couple of times a week. It wasn’t anything you couldn’t handle, but it wasn’t like you were enjoying yourself. Sometimes you were there so late that the lights would shut off, and you’d be forced to blink extra hard against the bright blue light of your computer.

But a couple of months ago something peculiar started happening. You would get up to go to the bathroom, and when you came back, there’d be a cup of hot chocolate on your desk, or a light snack, or you'd find your papers neatly organized. And on one very specific occasion, when you dozed off late one night, you awoke half an hour later to a blanket draped over your shoulders.

Each and every time the main suspect to these gifts remained exactly where he’d been, stuffed in his glass box of an office, having looked none the wiser. But there was no other explanation if it wasn’t him, unless the janitor was sweet on you.

You look up at the 60-year-old married man sweeping up practically nothing from the gray carpet flooring. In the few conversations you’ve had with him, he’s used every opportunity to talk about his wife and grandchild that’s on the way. So if it wasn't him that only left… You look back up at the man staring down at you. His face giving nothing away

“Thank you.” It feels like you’re saying it for more than just his compliment, but whether he understands or not, you’re unsure. He just gives you a curt nod and glances down at his watch.

“Will you be here much longer?”

“Oh no, we’re almost done. We’ll probably be gone by the time you’re back. You hallucinate the look of disappointment on his face- at least that’s what you convince yourself, because there was no way your boss would look at you like that. Maybe he was just hoping you’d stay late and do more work.

“Then have a good night.” You nod, and he walks off. When he’s sufficiently out of earshot, Rey slaps you on your arm, and you flinch, turning to see her appalled expression.

“Oh my GOD, what was that?” You’re more than a little confused at her dramatic reaction to such a simple conversation.

“What was what?”

“Um, what was that between you and Kylo? How is this the first time I'm seeing this?” You make your way back over to your desk, packing up your bag and turning off your computer. You were done with the decorations for tonight.

“See what, Rey? I’m not comprehending…” She gives you a flat look; either she doesn’t believe you, or she doesn't believe how ignorant you are.

“You’re not being serious. You know, I don’t think I’ve ever heard that man have a conversation that long that wasn't about work. You shrug; that’s how most of your conversations went with him, and you’d hardly consider it your longest.

“We talk sometimes.”

She’s silent, and you turn from your desk to find her watching you with an expression you can't decipher. “ Is he who you’re bringing to the Christmas party?” You can’t help the jolt your body does.

“W-what? What gave you that impression?” You’re sure you’re blushing and she can definitely tell. She was wrong, but that didn’t stop her words from planting a seed in your head. Going out with Kylo…

“Oh I don’t know, maybe it was the palpable tension between you two, or the way he looked disappointed you were leaving, or the blush you sport every time I bring him up.” Her thoughts stir something dangerous in you- a hope you really shouldn’t encourage, but— “What aren't you telling me?”

You hesitate, wondering if you should tell her about the things you’ve experienced working late or not, but when she fixes you with an expectant gaze, you give in and begin telling her as you step into the elevator together.

“You’re kidding!” You shyly shake your head as Rey grabs your shoulders and maintains an intimidating amount of eye contact. “You’re telling me this man has been secretly showering you with gifts and affection for months, and you haven’t jumped his bones?”

You shove her away from you with a laugh, hiding your blush by chastising her for her inappropriate words, but she just smirks at you.

“I’m just saying, he 100% has a crush on you. And judging by your reaction, I think you have one on him too. You don't bother to deny it, and she cackles. You already thought he was handsome from the moment you met, but now, after experiencing this soft, caring side to him, you can’t help but get flustered every time you think of him. About what it would be like if-

Shaking your head, you let a rueful smile cross your face. “He’s my boss. I can’t”

Rey’s silent for a short while, digesting your words, and you take the time to pointedly avoid thinking about what a relationship with Kylo would feel like.

“You know… you got promoted last year before he even became your boss.” You turn to her, wondering where she's going with this: “I think as long as you don’t suddenly get promoted after you start dating him, no one would care. We’ve worked with you a long time. We all know how hardworking you are.” You swallow the lump in your throat; somehow she always knows what to say to ease your anxiety.

“So you think…” The elevator arrives on the ground floor at the same time your brain arrives at the idea of you and Kylo. Rey grabs your arm and forces you to look at her as the doors slide open, a genuine look in her eyes.

“I think you should ask him out.”

A choking cough draws your attention to outside the elevator doors… where Kylo stands, coffee in hand and a surprised look in his eyes.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

That evening replays in your head endlessly for the next couple of days.

Rey was the first one to jump into action when Kylo choked on his coffee, asking if he was alright and patting his back, but even while coughing, his eyes never left yours.

You felt frozen on the spot; you didn’t know how much he’d heard, but judging from the way he was looking at you, he’d probably heard too much. The shocked- almost worried—look in his eyes has been haunting you.

You muttered out a quick apology and practically dragged Rey to the doors, ignoring the soft brush of fingers trying to grasp your wrist.

When you made it outside, you could already feel the lump in your throat, but it was too cold to cry right now. It wasn’t like it was an outright rejection, but… there was a chance he had that look because he was worried you’d ruin your strictly professional relationship by asking him out. Maybe he did those kind things for you because he wanted to be your friend or prove he was a good boss.

So you’ve been avoiding him all week, leaving at the same time as everyone else and taking your lunches outside of work. On top of that, you still have no solution to your problem. You’ve been trying to avoid questions about who you’re bringing, but it’s hard when Alvin seems dead set on asking you every day, and even worse, your sister said she couldn't make it. Now you really had no idea what to do.

Today you got to work early, earlier than even Kylo does, in hopes of avoiding both him and Alvin; unfortunately, the latter must have predicted that you’d be here because the second you step out of the elevator, he’s there. Alvin, in all his coffee-stained, off-white button-up and slacks glory.

He bombards you with questions the second you step out of the elevator, following you all the way to your desk as you place your things down. You thought coming in early would save you, but now you have to deal with this for even longer than usual. Great.

You make your way to the breakroom for coffee, passing under the streamers and trying not to think of the other evening again as the nagging continues.

“C’mon, I know you don’t really have anyone. Just let me take you; I promise to make it worth your while.” You cringe.

“I’m okay, really-”

“I’ll even treat you to dinner.” He practically traps you against the counter, “And maybe we can go to my place and-” His hand is inches from grabbing your shoulder when the voice of God interrupts.

“What are you doing?” Oh no, that wasn’t God, that was-

Alvin turns around, looking more than a little peeved, until he spots the much taller, much more intimidating man. He practically shrinks under Kylo’s gaze, and you have half the mind to laugh if you weren’t also trying to avoid it. For more reason than one.

Kylo’s eyes shift between the two of you, and you watch as he clenches his jaw before sighing.

“I would appreciate it if you could keep personal affairs outside of work hours.” You wouldn’t call Kylo a strict boss; in fact, in comparison to most, he was probably the least traditional. Right now though, you’re more nervous than you’ve ever been.

“We were just talking about the work party, Sir.” You certainly don’t know where Alvin got the gall to argue against Kylo Ren, but you weren’t happy to be roped into it. Kylo seems shocked by Alvin's boldness as well, as he pinches the bridge of his nose and shuts his eyes. Clearly not wanting to deal with this situation so early in the morning.

“I need to see you in my office.” At first you assume he’s talking to Alvin, but his eyes are on you. Right. It probably wouldn’t do much good to talk to Alvin; he’d just argue more. So now you were the one who had to deal with the aftermath of Alvin’s insistence.

You only manage to nod your head, following him out of the break room and in the direction of his office. You’re struck between being happy you avoided one confrontation and upset you’re being forced into an even worse one.

You shut his door behind the two of you, standing quietly in the middle of his office, and he rounds his desk, taking off his coat and rolling up his sleeves. It was certainly hotter in the room than it was before. You focus on the stapler on his desk to avoid both his eyes and his forearms. You don’t think you could handle either of them right now.

“I’m so sorry, sir, I tried to tell him I’m not interested, but he keeps approaching me on company time. He just won’t take no for an answer…” Your hands are clenched into fists at your sides, and the air is so tense you could choke. When he doesn’t answer right away, you look up at him to see his eyebrows are furrowed and he’s got this displeased expression on his face. Guess your apology wasn’t enough.

He says your name to get your attention. “If he’s harassing you, you should file a complaint.” Oh. You swallow your nerves. That’s not what you’d been expecting. You thought he was going to reprimand you for loitering in the break room on company time.

“It’s fine…” He looks like he wants to say something, but he doesn’t interrupt. “Alvin just wants to know who I’m bringing to the Christmas party…”

It’s his turn to look surprised, and you guess he hadn’t caught wind of the gossip spreading around the office. Then again, he didn’t talk to anyone enough to hear the gossip. “You’re bringing someone?”

Again, it’s not the question you expect him to ask, but you’re uncomfortable nonetheless. What should you do? Should you tell him the truth or should you lie? It’s not like you had any reason to tell him the truth, but… why did you find yourself wanting to tell him? Maybe it was because he just saved you from an awkward situation. Maybe it was because he’s your boss. Or maybe it was because deep down you trusted him.

All throughout your internal dilemma Kylo just sits there patiently, never prying or getting irate. He just stares at you with those dark, beautiful eyes, snowflakes melting in his soft black hair, and enough charm to make Hallmark movie love interests look like amateurs.

“Actually…” You unclench your fists in favor of twisting your fingers together so you have something to do while you explain your situation to him. When you’re finished, he’s got this really pensive look on his face, leaning his forearms against the edge of his desk as he bites his lip and-

Wow- that really is an exceptional stapler. It must be high quality, bet it staples like nothing you’ve ever stapled before.

“Have you told anyone else?” You shake your head, still avoiding looking at the lower half of his face for no particular reason.

“Good. I’ll be your date then.” His words are like a smack to the face: “If you’re comfortable, of course.”

You blink, pinch yourself, and then blink again. Nothing. “I’m sorry, what?”

He stands from his desk and comes around to stand in front of you, your eyes level with his chest. You can’t bring yourself to look up, and your brain is of no help since it’s switching between a loop of ‘date date date date’ and ‘tall tall tall tall.’

“We’re both going anyway; it would save both of us from the trouble of unwanted questions.” Oh… for a second you thought

“No, I can’t ask that of you, i-” His hands cover yours, and it takes you a second to realize he’s stopping you from your nervous fidgeting. His are so much bigger than yours and surprisingly warm for someone who just came in from the snow. You’re trying not to let all the blood rush to your cheeks by stopping your heart, but it doesn't seem to be working.

He calls your name quietly, and you’re brought from your thoughts back to dark, warm eyes. “ I want to help.”

You sigh in relief, “Thank goodness. Saves me the trouble of hiring a fake date off of Craigslist.

His brows furrow once again, a frown overtaking the slight smile he had started to sport.

“That’s dangerous.”

You shrug. It was your last resort. Plus, isn’t that how all the good rom-coms start out? Maybe Kylo was stopping you from your own hallmark romance by helping you out. You glance down at your hands still engulfed by his, and your breath hitches. Or maybe he was starting one.

You and Kylo don’t have much time to prepare considering the Christmas work party was…tonight. After the two of you finally let go of each other, you sat down to discuss your game plan.

“What if people ask about you being my date? Won’t they think it’s a little weird considering…”

He shrugs, clearly not bothered by the notion of what others might think, but after a few seconds of contemplation, he seems to have found a solution.

“Tell them we’re dating.”

It takes a few seconds for his words to register; your brain short circuits, and your heart stills.

“...Is that… okay?” You swallow. It’s not like you were opposed to the idea of letting everyone believe you pulled him for a little while. Maybe you could even trick yourself into believing it.

“I agree it might raise some suspicion if anyone were to ask, and I don’t think it would hurt to let everyone believe that you and I were together.” If you look hard enough, you think you might spot a light dusting of pink across his cheeks.

If you had a glass of water, you’d do a spit take right about now. There was no way your crush/boss just suggested you fake date while blushing like a teenage boy. You had to be dreaming.

“And your coworker might find it suspicious that you’ve been claiming to have a date but only show up with me after our meeting this morning.” You nod, he would probably call you out on it. “If we claim we’ve been dating for a short while, then we could say that we were discussing our outfits or something.” It’s the most you’ve ever heard the man say at once and you’re a little endeared by his nervous rambling. Who knew the ever intimidating, quiet Kylo Ren could be so…cute.

Still, it's not like you had any plans of refusing his offer.

“Okay. We’ll pretend to date, but just for tonight. You don’t need to add any more fuel to your delusional fantasies.

He nods, and the two of you get to planning out as many of the details as you can before people begin trickling into the office. You’ve got the basics of your meet-cute and slow ascent into a relationship down when the clock chimes, signaling your official start time.

You stand from his desk, stretching a bit and pretending like you don’t see the way his eyes trace the movement. “Oh- people might get suspicious if we don’t hug or anything at the party… Is it okay if we-”

He smiles at you, the kind of smile you’re not used to seeing from him, and it makes your insides go warm. “Don’t worry. I’ll take care of you.” You nod and slip out of his office, brain screaming that he said “you” and not “it.” You groan; there was no way you were going to be productive when Kylo Ren had just told you he’d take care of you. In broad daylight, no less.

~~~~~~~~~

You arrive a little early to the office that evening as requested by Rey. Apparently, food was a day-of affair, and you’d been the lucky bastard assigned to pick it up. Rey’s fixing up a few of the decorations that had gotten crooked during the week. Some of these office workers walked through a tinsel-covered doorway like there was a fire on the other side.

You take a sip of your punch as your coworkers begin to trickle in, complimenting their attire and making idle chat. Most of the men have come in suits while the women have come in tight-fitting dresses they aren’t usually allowed to wear to work. You’re in the beautiful outfit you bought months ago, and the confidence it gives you makes you stand a little taller. It was either that or the heels.

Your lovely evening comes to a screeching halt, however, when a cocky voice interrupts your current conversation.

“Where’s your date, huh? You know you didn't have to lie just because you didn't want to go with me. That's just embarrassing.” Apparently he’d moved on from wooing you and was now set on embarrassing you instead. Some men just can’t handle rejection maturely. Still, he’d spoken loud enough that some of your coworkers had heard and were now whispering to each other.

You felt like you were in high school all over again. For a minute you considered going home, but you wouldn't let yourself be bullied out of a fun experience by this child.

“I said he’s on his way, Alvin. I know you have a hard time comprehending the word ‘No’ but I didn’t know you struggled so much with the rest of the English language as well." Okay, so being civil has gone completely out of the window. Did someone spike the punch?

You can tell you struck a nerve, and he looks about ready to call you every slur in the book when the elevator dings. Your date stepping out and looking handsome as ever. He shakes the snow from his hair as he stalks over to you, wrapping an arm around your hip and pulling you into his side. The entire office just gapes at you as generic Christmas jingles play through the speakers.

“Sorry I’m late.” He apologizes, bending down to plant a kiss to the top of your head with such ease it would seem like you’ve done this before. So this is what he meant when he said he’d take care of you, huh? You could get used to this.

“I was picking this up.” He hands a paper over to Alvin with satisfaction in his eyes. “Enjoy the party, it will be your last with this department” Gasps and murmurs are heard throughout the office and you think somewhere in there the music stops. Office people really had nothing better to do with their lives. This was probably like a real life soap opera to them.

Alvin scrunches the paper beneath his grip as he reads it over, his fury amplifying tenfold, as evident by his red face and the vein threatening to burst from his forehead. When he looks up, his face is practically murderous as he glares at Kylo Ren.

“I’m being moved to another department?! After everything I’ve done? What’s the reason?”

A smile overtakes Kylo’s face, his eyes crinkling at the sides, and the atmosphere instantly chills. No one’s ever seen Kylo smile, at least not like this. It’s a wicked, cruel, satisfied sneer, completely opposite to the one he gave you in his office this morning. You’d hate to be on the receiving end of this one.

“Harassment.” Is the only reply Kylo offers, and Alvin pales. The nosy coworkers around you whisper amongst themselves, and you watch as all the fight drains out of Alvin, leaving him a sad, embarrassed mess. He doesn’t say another word as he turns and stomps away; the unfortunate people who don’t move out of his way in time get shoulder-checked, and you watch as his reputation crumbles to the ground.

It takes a couple of minutes, but once the rest of the office workers assume that the drama has finished, the music starts back up and the party resumes like nothing had happened. Except for the addition of your date.

Rey walks up beside you moments later, patting you on the shoulder and giving you a proud once-over. “That was beautiful to witness.” You roll your eyes but don’t deny the satisfaction thrumming through you. You handed Kylo the report sometime around noon but you hadn’t expected him to act on it so fast.

As Rey fills Kylo in on what’s been going on at the party, you let your eyes drift over the office. Most people seemed to be having a good time, but there was a group of women across the room who wouldn't stop staring at you- or more specifically, at the pair of you.

As if he reads your mind, Kylo begins rubbing small circles into your hips, a small gesture that threatens to make you melt right here and now. Rey gives you a look but doesn’t comment as she excuses herself to go get punch.

Now that you’re practically alone, Kylo takes the moment to dip his head down to your ear; his face is cold from the snow, and a shiver runs down your spine as his skin makes contact with yours.

“You look stunning.”

Your heart pounds, all of its blood rushing to your face. If you turned your head, your lips would be centimeters from his. But he was your boss, and this was all for show, so you take a deep breath and try to ignore how good it feels when he touches you. How used to it you already are.

“Thank you.” Turning around, you drink in the sight of him. He’s wearing black pants and a black turtleneck, donning a grey trench coat instead of his usual black. His outfit isn’t much different from what he wears daily, but somehow he looks even better than usual. Maybe it was because- at least for tonight- he was yours.

“I see you’re really branching out with your style this evening.” He smirks, and your heart skips a beat. My god, this was going to be a long night.

~~~~~

Kylo held close to you the whole evening, playing the dutiful role of partner and date by bringing you punch and appetizers.

You weren’t allowed to participate in most of the games since you set them up, but that didn’t stop Kylo from trying his hand at a few. It’s safe to say he was not going to be your first pick for partner during game night.

You flinch a little at your own thoughts. All throughout the night you kept picturing what it would be like if he were your actual partner, and it was becoming dangerous. Mostly because of how much you wanted it to happen. You were practically halfway to imagining coming home to him cooking dinner and asking how work was. Which was stupid because you worked at the same place.

Things only got worse when, at some point in the night, the two of you found yourselves caught under the mistletoe. You probably could’ve just walked away considering no one else noticed, but the second Kylo noticed, he tipped your chin up towards him and smiled, sending your stomach into somersaults.

You tried to calm your racing heart, bracing yourself as you felt his warmth inch closer. You shut your eyes and wait for the moment his lips touch yours, but after a while it never comes. His dark chuckle fills the air, and embarrassment floods through you at how desperate you probably looked. Before you can push away from him, however, you feel his nose brush against your cheek, his low voice at your ear.

“The first time I kiss you, I’ll make sure it’s because you ask me to, not because you think I feel obligated by this stupid tradition.” His deep voice whispers, breath warm against your ear. “Not like this.”

He kisses the edge of your jaw, just below your ear, and a shiver runs down your spine. His lips are warm and soft and ever so delicate against your skin.

You want to turn your lips to his, ask him to kiss you, do anything to continue this feeling, but you’re frozen on the spot, your body refusing to move from either shock or disbelief. It’s only a few seconds, but it’s enough time for Kylo to freeze up and pull away, his fists clenching at his sides as his eyes refuse to meet yours.

“I’m sorry.” He barely gives you enough time to process his words before he’s walking away and disappearing into the crowd.

You don’t know what to do, your mind and body at odds, but your heart is desperate to do whatever it takes to have him that close again. It’s the furthest he’s been from you the whole night, and you’re quick to miss the comfort of his touch. But if you went after him, if you asked him for what he’d practically confirmed you both wanted…what would people think?

You had to find Rey.

~~~~~~

You find Rey in the break room-turned-drink-station restocking the hot chocolate bar; all it takes is one look at you for her to immediately rush over, worry evident on her face. You have no idea what you look like right now, but it must be bad enough if Rey’s reacting so strongly.

“What’s wrong? What’s going on? Did Alvin do something?” You softly shake your head, unsure how to start the conversation. There was so much that had happened since this morning, and thinking about all of it was threatening to push you over the edge. Though the biggest issue was the event moments ago that still has your jaw tingling.

“Did Kylo do something?” You stay silent, technically yes, though you weren’t sure if it was a good thing or a bad thing. Your heart is screaming, ‘Chase after him and kiss him back!’ but your mind is screaming, ‘He’s your boss! What would people think?’.

Groaning, you dig your head into your hands, the whole situation quickly becoming too much for your poor body. In all your years working here, nothing has stressed you out quite like this.

Unable to hold everything in, you practically word vomit the entire spiel to Rey, starting from this morning in the office and ending with the kiss under the mistletoe. When you’re done, her face is overtaken by shock, and you breathe a breath of relief, glad to no longer have to keep the secret to yourself.

“I just… I don’t know what to do. You admit to Rey after a contemplative silence, and she seems to shake out of her shock as she takes in your distress.

“I don’t know why you’re stressing yourself out so much over something that has such an obvious answer.” Your brow furrows at her words; had she not heard you?

Rey takes one look at your expression and sighs, placing a friendly but firm hand on your shoulder.

“Listen, you’ve got to stop putting these restrictions on yourself based on how you think people will react. Yeah, maybe some people will talk, but who cares? The people who love you will support you no matter what; everyone else? They don’t matter.”

You swallow the lump in your throat, willing yourself not to cry at the words you didn’t know you so desperately needed to hear. She was right. All this time you’d been holding yourself back from something that could make you happy just because other people might not approve. But it wasn’t up to them- this was your life. And you were going to do whatever the hell you damn pleased. And that was your boss, Kylo Ren.

“I’m so stupid,” You grumble as Rey just laughs.

“Maybe. But everyone’s allowed to be a little stupid sometimes." You shove her shoulder, which only spurs her laughter on further, and eventually you can’t help but join in. It feels like an immense weight has been lifted off of your shoulders.

When the two of you finally calm down, you pull Rey into a tight hug, thanking her for helping you open your eyes.

“I’m going to go talk to him.” You decide, though you were still nervous about his response, you felt empowered by her words. If you didn’t confess tonight, you’d probably chicken out by tomorrow.

“Well, if you’re going to do something, you better hurry.” She pulls away from you and turns you around. “Looks like he’s leaving.” She points her finger in the direction of the office elevator, and you spot him stepping onto it.

“What?!” Rey just chuckles as you scramble out of the kitchen and into the open office, ducking and weaving your fellow partygoers in an attempt to catch the elevator doors before they close. It’s no use; you’re not going to make it in time, and it doesn’t look like Kylo sees you coming either, clearly lost in his own thoughts as the doors slide shut.

People barely acknowledge you as you rush by, most too drunk to notice you, and you thank God you didn’t have too much to drink; you’d probably never catch up to him with two drunk left feet.

You pivot from your original destination and instead make your way to the stairs. Your office wasn’t too many floors up, so there was a chance you could catch him outside the building if you ran fast enough.

Practically throwing open the stairwell doors, you begin hopping down them two at a time, already losing breath from your game of office-themed subway surfers. The stairwell air is stale as you choke it down in pants; no one ever used the stairs, and thus the air was ripe with dust and unuse.

When you finally make it to the bottom floor, you’re nearly wheezing, but you ignore the weird looks some of the lobby people give you at your frantic state. Obviously confused about why you chose to run down multiple flights of stairs instead of taking the elevator.

Your eyes scan the lobby for Kylo, but there’s no sight of him, so you book it to the front doors, although after those stairs your ‘booking it’ is more like a pained half jog, half limp.

The outside air is a slap in the face, especially when the wind brushes against the sweat that had begun to form on your skin. In your haste, you’d also forgotten to grab your jacket. You knew Rey could always grab it for you, but that wasn’t helpful now. To make matters worse, there was no trace of soft black hair or grey trench coat to be seen.

You whipped your head back and forth to both sides of the city sidewalk, but there was no sight of him. You were too late. Now you were left feeling cold and defeated as you slumped against the side of the building.

You didn’t know if you could work up enough courage to ask him after the holiday break was over. Too much time with your own thoughts tends to convince you of the wrong things. Knowing you missed your chance, you let the harsh winter air bite at your skin as you fight back the tears threatening to emerge.

Until the soft call of your name has your gaze shooting up to see Kylo exiting the building. Your heart virtually flipping with hope. You hadn’t missed him; you’d beaten him to the ground floor.

“Kylo!” You practically shout as he approaches you; you wince, lowering your tone, “Where are you going?” You notice that his eyes refuse to meet yours, instead tracing the outline of your face. You frown. If he notices your disheveled state, he doesn’t comment on it. Instead he seems to contemplate his response.

“I’m leaving,” is all he supplies you with, and you’re more than a little confused, used to the Kylo who engages in at least light small talk with you. Maybe you’d been wrong about his feelings for you… maybe he regret it?

“Why?” Your voice is rough, tired from the race down the stairs and the fight against all the emotions welling up inside you. You bite your lip to keep from saying more, and his eyes flick down to it before quickly looking away.

“I’m sorry,” He starts, and you bite down your questions of why in favor of letting him continue. “I overstepped. I-” He swallows, clearly having a hard time getting his words out. You could practically taste the regret rolling off of him. “To tell you the truth… I couldn't be around you anymore.”

His words are like a slap to the face, harsher than the winter air that nips at your cheeks. You were right. You’d read it all wrong, and now he was going to have to let you down easy. You should’ve just let him go.

“Oh… I see.

He nods. “I tried to ignore it, to keep my distance, but… knowing how it feels to hold you, to touch you, to call you mine for a whole night…” He looks truly wrecked; his voice is rough, and his hair is disheveled, having clearly been nervously brushed through more than once on the ride down here. You’ve never seen him look so vulnerable before, and it breaks your heart. “I’ve spent weeks thinking about you, looking forward to our interactions, taking care of you from afar…”

You bite back the urge to gasp at his admission; your heart flutters at his words as they slowly dawn on you. Your head reeling as it 360s with this new information. Seconds ago you thought he was turning you down, and now it sounded almost like he was… confessing to you.

“And then you confided in me this morning, and I selfishly took it as my chance to get closer to you, to have an excuse to be near you.” He glares at the ground, upset with himself. Although you were surprised to hear his reason went beyond just helping you tonight, you weren’t mad about it; it wasn’t like he did it for a malicious reason. And it helps that you thoroughly enjoyed every moment of it.

You open your mouth to tell him as much, but he continues his guilty admittance before you get the chance “You look so good tonight, and you had that look in your eyes under the mistletoe I thought-” He shakes his head, stopping before he reveals too much. “But I overstepped. I was supposed to be here to help you, and instead I let my own selfish desires get in the way.”

You almost want to laugh at his words. Not because they were funny but because it reminded you so much of yourself. He’d clearly had enough time by himself to overthink his actions, although it probably didn’t help that you ran to tell Rey instead of running after him. He’d probably assumed you went to go file a complaint to HR.

The only difference between the two of you was that while you wouldn’t get with him because you were scared to be selfish, he wouldn’t get with you because he was scared he was being too selfish.

“You said it was only for tonight, and I’m okay with that; I just-”

“What if I’m not?” You cut him off, and his head shoots up, eyes meeting yours for the first time since that kiss. You’d never get tired of his eyes, no matter how pained or tired they looked.

“What?” He breathed, his breath coming out in small white puffs as he stared at you in disbelief, unsure if what he heard was real or not.

“What if I want it to be for more than just tonight?” You step closer to him; the warmth radiates off of him in waves, and his scent floods your senses, his eyes tracking your every move with uncertainty.

“Is what you said in there true? That you’d kiss me if I asked you to?” You take another step towards him as his eyes dart to your lips then back up. He swallows hard but dips his head in a short nod, and it’s all the confirmation you need to give you the confidence for what you say next.

“Then this is me asking you to.”

He hesitates, and for a moment you think he’s not going to do it, but then his hands grasp your jaw and pull you in, inches away from him. You catch yourself using your hands on his chest; his breathing is heavy, and you can feel his heart pounding from under his shirt.

He tilts your chin up, searching your eyes for something, and then his lips are pressing against yours. It’s heated and full of want- you feel everything he’s been holding back for the past few months in this kiss. Goosebumps rise on your arms, and you're unsure if it’s from the cold or his touch, but it’s probably the latter.

His lips are soft and warm against the cold snow that falls on your cheeks. He wipes it away with his thumbs, and you lean into the touch.

You think someone across the street cheers, and he pulls back with a laugh. Not the usual chuckle you’re occasionally graced with but a light, breathy laugh that pulls on your heartstrings. You tug him back in for a second kiss, and he’s only surprised for a second before he’s kissing you back with a fever, a kiss far more bruising and desperate than the last.

When he pulls back this time, he licks his lips like he can't get enough of the taste of you, and if you weren’t already gone for him, the sight of him disheveled and panting because of you would surely do it.

The two of you stand there, him cradling your face and looking at you like he can’t believe you’re real until a memory dawns on you.

”I knew that was you leaving gifts for me at my desk!”

He just chuckles and leans his forehead against yours, dipping down to capture your lips again. The cold snow doing nothing against the warmth of his touch.

The cold, the people around you, your coworkers—none of it mattered when he held you. All that mattered was the warm, syrupy feeling of happiness that welled up inside of you and the man trying to kiss you until you passed out.

Thank God for office Christmas parties.

A/n: I hope you enjoyed it! feel free to leave a comment. Happy Holidays everyone! ~Starry

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