#kylo ren x reader au

[lillyrob]

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Hard Ren

Porn Star! Kylo Ren x Fem! Reader

Summary: Hard Ren is known for not cumming during his scenes until now.

A/N: I'm biting on the bars of my enclose while i write this.

Warning: NSFW, spitting, choking, role playing, rough, happy ending, ladies we are porn stars too!

Word Count: 3.3K

Border Credit: @cafekitsune

Anyone who watches porn knows who Hard Ren is. 

Hard Ren is known to have stamina like a fucking animal. He fucks like one and he’s good at it but what he is worldly known for is he never cums when he fucks. When he does cum it’s only when he’s masturbating.

Yeah, a porn star who doesn’t cum when fucking other people. Hard Ren has done interviews about it. He jokes about it and tells them that his cock hasn’t found the right person yet. This sparks something with the female porn star community because they all want to make him cum. None of them ever succeeded. 

“Kylo.” The dark haired man looked up from his phone when his manager, Hux stopped the car. 

“We’re here.” Kylo follows Hux out of the car and into the studio to his dressing room. Kylo performs his usual preparation before filming. 200 pushup and crutches. He curls his 150 pounds dumbbells along with lifting his barbell while Hux tells him more about the person he’s going to fuck. Kylo was in the middle of a rep when he heard Hux mumbling the name of the porn star. 

“What’s her name again?” 

“She’s new, you probably haven’t heard of her but she has a fan base already. Not ugly like the last one” Hux told him while typing on his phone. 

Finishing his usual preparation and getting dressed with the clothes laid out for him, Hux walks with him to the set. Kylo was fixing the sleeves of his blue jean button down shirt. He goes into the mind set as a teacher, that was the script. He's done this multiple times, he plays the college professor and the girl plays the student looking for extra credit. 

His head shot up when he heard laughter. Director Phasma is standing next to a woman. Phasma is showing her the story board with a pleased look. When he saw you, he’s starstruck, since you were the one that he watches when he does his masturbating videos. He plays it cool, of course but the moment you give you a smile. His cock is already hard. His most viewed video of him masturbating was thanks to you. He came on his chest to the video of you on a bed with your legs spread and your cunt of full display. He liked your moans and how you pout while playing with yourself. 

“I like your work.” You tell him as Hux and Phasma speak on the set. You look up at the 6’3 dark haired man while playing with your fingers nervously. 

Excitement ran up and down your body at the sight of him. “I like yours too.” 

You smile at his words. He runs a hand through his hair with a chuckle. “Especially the one with you on the bed.” 

"There's a lot of me on the bed." You said jokingly and he laughs. "I like them all." 

You blush at his words. He had seen your work. When the camera was ready, you and him got into place. 

“Please, Professor Hard Ren. I need this extra credit. I won’t pass the semester.” You begged him as you walked towards him. Ren was leaning against the edge of the desk with his arms crossed around his chest. You played with the bottom button of his shirt

“There might be something you can do for me.” Ren said, wrapping his arm around you pulling you close to him. 

“I’ll do anything.” You whispered as he leaned down, his large hands pulling the dress up to your hips. 

“Anything?” He asks as he cups your ass, giving it a good and hard squeeze for the camera, making you moan. He pulls you close to his chest as he tugs the thong to the side. 

“Fuck.” You hear him whisper.

About to do what you do best, you start to tug on his belt. Ren leans back when he notices what you were doing. He helps you while you unzip the black slack and goes down on your knees in front of him. Your mouth drops open as you stare up at him as you pull the slacks down to his ankles. He’s in full commando, and his cock almost smacks you in the face if you haven’t caught it first. His cock was thick and pink, his fat head is begging to be licked. 

Ren groans at the sight of your little pink tongue licking his cock. He grips the edge of the desk when you spit on his cock and start to use your spit as lube to start jerking him off with both hands. He tries his best to not shut his eyes because he wants to see you. He wants to see the moment you put his fat cock inside that little mouth. 

He moans out loud when you start to suck his cock, gagging, his thick girth stretching your mouth. 

“Fuckk.” Ren moans when he starts to move his hips forward, he uses a hand to hold the back of your head. He feels his balls tighten up when he sees your eyes filling up with tears. His thighs are wet from the drool and spit. He can see the spit dripping off the corner of your mouth. 

“Yes, gonna give you a good grade. Keep sucking you teacher's cock.” He tells you as you bob your head up and down on his cock. He sees your pretty face start to turn red and he pulls you off of his cock. He grabs his cock and pats it against your cheek then trace your lips with the head of his cock. 

“Open your mouth, show me that fucking tongue.” You obey and he taps the head of his cock on your tongue. 

“You’re so fucking hot. You know that.” Ren leans down to take your arms. Helping you up, you were shocked when he cups your cheek, bringing your face up close to him. He kisses you while he gently pushes against the desk making you sit on the edge

You look at him with wide eyes when he pulls away from your lips. He takes his shoes off and removes his pants as well. For a moment you forget about the camera when he takes his shirt off. He looks so good on video but in person, this man was sculpted. You can see every beauty mark on his skin. Looking at his abs, you looked further down, passing the light happy trail, you can see a vein aiming down to his cock. It took all the strength in you to not throw yourself in the ground to lick it. His cock stood out, proud and hard. 

He gets near you, grabbing you by the chin and kisses you again. He makes you spread your legs, pushing the dress up. He lets the camera panel over at your pussy when he pushes the thong to the side. Running his thick fingers run up and down your slick slit.

You don’t even pay attention to the camera behind him. His thick fingers rub your clit making you moan as he kneels down in front of your cunt. You feel those thick fingers slide into you.

He’s a messy and fast eater when it comes to pussy, he knows it but right now. He takes his time, he sees your cunt so many times while he comes. He couldn’t believe you were right in front of him. Looking so pretty with legs spread and your pussy practically pulsing. He kisses your mound enjoying the scent of your musk. He grins at the sound of you gasp when his nose hits your clit. He presses his lips against your lips. Licking your slick, he gets hard by how good you taste. 

He grins against your cunt when moan loudly. Your moans are heavenly to him, it sounds real and not fake as the others. He feels your fingers through his hair as you gently push his face against your cunt. Ren is pumping himself as he licks your cunt, he savors your taste. He looks up when he hears you call for him. He feels his heart flip inside his ribcage when you look down at him. He whines when your hand on his hair goes down to cup his face. Ren doesn't let you speak, he quickly stands up from his knees to kiss you.

You look over his shoulder when he starts to kiss your neck. Phasma waves her hand at you, signaling you that it's fine you didn't have to say your line. You couldn’t do it even if you tried. Ren was taking control, removing your dress for you. 

“Prettiest fucking tits.” He says as he leans down to kiss your breast. You blush when he practically pulls the desk close to him so he can get near you. 

“I want to fuck you so bad.” He says as he looks at you, his hands grab a hold of your hips, spreading your legs open. 

“You can.” You told him looking up at him with a smirk, batting your eyelashes. 

“I’ll do anything for a good grade, Professor Ren.” You said as your hands grabbed his throbbing cock, slowly jerking him off, rubbing the tip of his cock with your thumb. 

“Jesus Christ.” Ren moans when you use the other hand to grasp his balls, pulling them softly. You watched as he stood still as you kept touching him, he threw his head back, you bit your bottom lip as you watched his tense up. 

“Come here.” He tells you, you gasped when he wrapped your legs around his waist. You wrapped your arms around his neck as he picks you up from the desk and walked over the couch on the other side of the office set. You hear him whisper close to your ear, he tells you to relax, he won’t drop you. 

The camera zooms on to your ass when Ren sits down on the couch, holding you tight on his lap. His big hands grasp your ass, pulling your cheeks apart showing your holes.

“Can I ride you, please?” You asked him and he grins, nodding as he leans back a bit. He smiles when he notices the excitement on your face. Quickly getting back to work, he groans as you spit on his cock, rubbing it up and down on his shaft. 

“Just like that.” He praised you when you rose up and gently sat on his cock. His eyes never left your face, he wanted to see that look on your face when his fat cock splits you open. He bites his bottom lip when he sees your face, that same face you give to the camera when your pussy is being stuffed.

He holds your hips when you start to bounce on his cock. He thrust upward making you cry out, he grins and does it again. You place a hand on his chest, making him stay in place but Ren being much bigger than you does it again making you whine. 

“Can’t take it? Huh? Can't take your professor's big cock?” Ren asks you. He chuckles when you nod, pushing yourself on his chest then sliding back down. He grabs your arms pulling into his chest as he grunts sliding further down on the couch so the camera can go under him. 

“Good girl.” He shouts as he started thrusting upward like crazy making you moan as he fucks you hard. Your ass bounces every time he thrusted up to you. Your poor pussy being stretched wide up, the camera zooms in to see Ren’s cock sliding in and out of your pussy. Your slick is running down his shaft to his balls. 

Your face is squished against his hard chest as he rams into you. He holds you down with one arm and the other, he brings it up to your face making him look up at you. 

His nose bumps with yours and you see him going in for a kiss. 

“You feel so good.” You whispered against his lips then kiss him. You moan when his hand grips your hair making you wince when he pulls it. 

He shakes his head, “No, you do.” He licks his lips as he continues with his thrusts. He hears you moan loudly, it sounds so soft exactly like the video he uses of you. 

“Rub your pussy for me.” He doesn’t wait for you to respond. You squeal when he grabs you and pushes himself up. He lifts you and drops you on your back. The camera man moves standing behind him, zooming into your face. 

Spreading your legs wide, you’re smiling at Ren as he jerks himself off. His eyes are wide as he stares at you. He gets turned on even more by how much you're enjoying yourself, looking so pretty rubbing your cunt in front of him. You bring your knees to your chest as close as you can. Your arms go under your knees and you rub your clit, giving it soft smack making you moan. 

Your fingers don't feel as good as his, you finger yourself while looking at him. He’s staring at your cunt then back at your face. You stick your tongue out at him as you give your cunt another slap making him groan. 

You’re giddy with excitement when he comes over to you, he man handles you pushing your knees further back and lowers himself. You squeal when he smacks the head of his cock on your cunt. 

“How bad do you want an A+?” He asks you, raising a brow at you. 

“Really bad, professor. I want it. Please.” You pouted at him. 

You know he does it on purpose, he just looks down at you with a smug look on his face as he slides his cock up and down your slit painfully slowly. You huff at him and grab his cock, surprising him. 

“I want that A+, sir!” You cry out pushing his cock at your entrance. You look at him with a pleading look and Ren thinks he just died and gone to heaven. 

You keep on surprising him, taking control like that, grabbing his cock like you own it. Fuck, you practically did already. All of his masturbation videos ended with him cumming so much because he was looking at your videos. Of course the viewers didn’t know that, the cameras were always aiming at him, at his lower half. 

“I’ll give you that A. Imma fucking give it to you.” You cry out when he thrusts into your cunt in one harsh thrust. Ren doesn’t pay attention to the camera under him, all he can stare is your face, your tits bouncing by his harsh thrusts. You were losing your grip under the your legs, trying your best to keep them to your chest. 

Ren wants to feel you cum, he wants you to cum on his cock. What a dream would that he thinks to himself as he brings a hand to your clit, rubbing your slick over it. He’s rough with it, making you grin as you shut your eyes with pleasure. 

“Chock me.” You cry to him as you open your eyes to stare up at him. 

“You like that?” You nod quickly as he complies to your request. Ren groans loudly when he feels you clench around him when he grabs a hold of your neck, he can feel your heartbeat and it just makes him goes faster. 

“Oh-h-h fuck! Shit!” Ren shouts he holds the couch with one hand as he goes balls deep in you. He feels you holding his arm, his grip around your neck tighten and he throws his head back when he feels you cum. 

You are crying his name and that was it for him. It broke him completely. 

“Can-can I cum in you?” He shouts as he looks back at you. You’re staring up at him with teary eyes still feeling the hard orgasm you just had. 

“Yes.” You said meekly, he removes his hand from your neck and holds your chin. Keeping your head in place, staring up at him as he thrust into your sloppy pussy. 

In the corner of your eye, you see the director and the crew staring at both of you with wide eyes as Ren groans loudly. You can’t help but whine when he does one last harsh thrust. He moves the couch and he keeps you in place as he fills your womb with his hot milky cum. 

“F-fuck.” Ren moans as he releases your chin and slouches a bit. He cups your face as he tries to catch his breath. His thumb runs over your bottom lip and you do something that you have been craving to do since you saw his hands. Grabbing a hold of his wrist you stick his thumb in your mouth, sucking it as you stare up at him. 

He feels his knees go weak and he pulls away and sits down next to you with a grunt. He has his head throw back over the couch as he sits there, with his limp cock. 

Ren hears the camera man tell you to keep your knees to your chest. Phasma praises you and he opens his eyes to see you. You’re playing with his cum, rubbing his cum all over your cunt and mound. 

“Fuck yeah.” A crew member whispers when you scoop Ren’s cum dripping from your fucked hole up to your lips. You made a moaning sound as you tasted it, licking your lips seductively as the camera pans over to your face.

You walk out of the shower, thanking god that Phasma was a saint when it came to her workers. She had a shower installed in the dressing rooms. You really didn’t want to go home with cum dripping out of you. Your manager had applaud to you and said Hard Ren just came because of you. 

Feeling amazing after the hot shower, you got dressed with the extra clothes your manager packed for you. Fixing your hair, you grabbed your phone, looking at the recent messages from your manager. You frowned because she had sent you a message saying that she was waiting for you in the parking lot then a few seconds later. She sent you a message saying there’s a surprise for you in the parking lot. 

You didn’t think much of it. You were still tired from having sex and you were starving. You just thought she was being like this because of the accomplishment you just did.

You walked to the exit still thinking about him, Ren. He was just as handsome in his videos and his cock was something to die for. You were feeling pretty good for making him cum. He looked so fucking hot cumming. 

Pushing the door open you walked to the parking lot and frowned when you saw your manager wasn’t there. 

“Hey.” You looked over your shoulder and saw Ren leaning against the building with a cigarette in his mouth. He’s wearing different clothes as well, dark jeans with boots and a graphic tee. He had a leather jacket on and his hair was damp. 

“Hi.” You answered back and he gave you a soft smile. 

“You hungry?” He asks, throwing the cigarette on the ground after blowing a puff of smoke. 

“Starving.” You tell him as he walks towards you. He bites his bottom lip and for a moment he looks a bit shy. 

“Me too. I know a place. Wanna come with me?” You nod at him and give him a smile. You start walking with him out of the parking lot when he tells you his first name, Kylo. 

[xsister-serpent]

Whispers Of Power

Summary: Y/N, a gifted Force-sensitive student at Luke Skywalker’s academy, struggling to control a rare power called “The Voice.” Their bond with Ben Solo deepens as they explore their abilities, but a dangerous confrontation reveals Ben’s darker tendencies and Y/N’s growing dominance.

Years later, Y/N is part of the Bene Gesserit sisterhood, having mastered her powers. When Supreme Leader Kylo Ren arrives, specifically requesting Y/N, their shared past resurfaces, setting the stage for a fateful and powerful reunion.

Warnings: Dark chapter/ Intro, Bullying, Eventually this is have smut but it will be tagged as so/ Slowburn/ y/n is a bit prideful but every woman should be/female reader pronouns/ A/N at end Word Count: 1954

Flashback: Planet Ossus 

You were in the quietness of space now. Your eyes closed, and you felt your soul within the low, pulsating heartbeat of the Force. Your senses heightened—picking up the shuffle of birds and the shifting blades of grass. This was your solace, a small hideaway from the other students, who you knew were secondary in Luke’s Academy. Except for one student: Ben.

You knew something had changed in you, and you were certain it wasn’t just puberty. You felt it the day you met Luke and his nephew Ben on your lush, oceanic home planet of Pelagora. Something cracked in your psyche a month after settling in—something even Ben couldn’t understand.

But little did you know, you could use it. Hone it.

“Y/N!” Ben’s voice pierced the silence, jolting you out of your trance.

A heavy sigh left you as Ben’s footsteps approached. You were introverted by nature, and since Ben was the only boy in the academy who was only two years older than you. The two of you had become friends through Force proximity.

“Y/N—” he paused, seeing you in the soft glow of the sunlight. “I’ve been looking for you.”

“Mh, and now you’ve found me,” you said, shifting your legs.

Your eyes went to the books he carried under his arm with a spark of excitement. “Did you find anything?”

Ben’s lanky legs folded as he sat beside you, pulling out a leather-bound book. “Not much, but it’s something. From what I’ve researched, it’s a rare gift—one that very few possess. By ‘people,’ I mean women.”

You took the book from him and opened to the page Ben had marked for you. Your eyes scanned over the text, mumbling a few words.

“Bene Gesserit,” you read faintly, your hand going to your neck. “Are they Nightsisters or something?”

“No, they’re a secret organization, almost like us, except it’s only women,” Ben explained with a shrug. “They have all kinds of cool abilities, including the one you have.”

Ben’s eyes drifted to your profile as you read over the page again. Reverence flickered in his gaze as he watched your lips silently form the words.

“The Voice,” you read aloud at the bottom of the page.

You felt a hint of resolution, but it was cut short as you turned the page to find it blank—or, rather, ripped out.

“What? Where’s the rest of it?” you asked, skimming through the book.

Ben sighed and took the book from your hands, his slender fingers grazing yours. “That’s all I could find. I searched everywhere, even sneaking into Luke’s study. Sorry, Y/N.”

Your lips pressed into a thin line as his words faded into defeat. You wanted to understand this gift—this power. It set you apart from the others, possibly even from Luke. You got up, pacing slightly as you glanced back at the book.

“Do you think he ripped out the pages?” you asked, pausing mid-step.

Ben’s eyes snapped to you, one brow raised. “What? Why would he?”

“To keep it hidden. You said you had to sneak into his study, right?” you questioned, kneeling in front of him. “Luke only keeps important things in there. If your uncle ripped it out, it means he didn’t want anyone to find it.”

Ben hesitated, his posture stiffening under your scrutiny. You knew he could sense your longing for control over your abilities. Even if he wouldn’t admit it, you knew he’d help. He always did.

“My uncle has been acting differently lately...” Ben pondered, crossing his arms and creasing his forehead.

You shrugged, glancing around the forest to ensure no one else was near. Luke had been apprehensive lately, and you didn’t need to tap into the Force to feel that something was stirring in the unknown.

Your eyes fell on the smaller book in Ben’s hand, which he suddenly tucked away.

“What’s that?” you asked.

“It’s nothing,” Ben retorted, clutching the book tightly and avoiding your gaze.

You scrutinized him, noting the tension in his posture and the slight gulp in his throat.

“Let me see it,” you demanded.

“Y/N, it’s just my calligraphy book. You’ve seen it before,” he stammered, standing abruptly.

“Your calligraphy book is blue. This one is brown,” you countered firmly. “If it’s nothing, why does it matter?”

Ben’s eyes darkened into a glare as he sneered, “Y/N, it’s just a book. You wanted answers for your so-called gift, and that’s all I could find.”

He moved closer, invading your personal space. An electric pull seemed to spark between you, drawing you both into an unspoken standoff.

A sudden Force pull snatched the book from Ben’s hand, landing it in Khal’s grasp. Khal, a boy who often bullied Ben, grinned as he thumbed through the pages.

“Yeah, come on, Solo. Let’s see what’s in the book,” Khal taunted, standing beside you.

You glared at Khal as he began to read aloud in a mocking tone.

“Y/N and I were training today—” Khal read, attempting to mimic Ben’s voice in an exaggerated mockery.

“Shut up,” Ben cut him off, anger lacing his tone.

“She moves so gracefully and powerfully... Oh no way...” Khal chuckled, continuing to read, “I can’t look away. I don’t know if I want to be her... or want her…” “Stop it!” Ben shouted, his voice ripping into the air.

Your eyes snapped to Ben, and his gaze met yours in return. You knew it was forbidden for Jedi to form attachments, to have any tether to another. But in that moment, as you both locked eyes, something shifted in Ben’s expression. The mask of anger fell away, revealing vulnerability.

“Ben... I—” you gasped, but Ben’s hand shot out, gripping Khal and lifting him off the ground.

Khal flailed, desperately clawing at Ben’s wrist, but Ben’s face darkened as he held him suspended in the air, his eyes now glowing brighter than before.

“I told you to stop,” Ben warned coldly, his gaze scanning Khal’s terrified face. “I warned you.”

“I-I’m sorry...” Khal gasped, looking up at Ben with pleading eyes. Then he turned to you, “H-help me, Y/N! Make him stop!!”

You stood motionless, unsure whether to step between the two boys. But something clicked inside you as you glanced from Khal to Ben. With a sharp inhale, you tapped into the hidden power—the one that was dangerous, powerful.

“LET HIM GO!” you commanded, feeling the voices swirl in your throat.

Like a marionette, Ben released Khal, dropping him roughly to his feet. Khal scrambled up, stumbling over a fallen stump, his eyes wide with fear.

Ben’s eyes widened in shock and awe as he stared at you. “What did you do??” he asked, his voice laced with both trepidation and veneration. “How?”

You ignored Ben’s question, keeping your gaze fixed on Khal, whose fear was palpable.

“No, please, I won’t tell anyone! I swear I won’t tell Luke or anyone!” Khal pleaded, clinging to the dead wood for support.

Perhaps it was that protectiveness that sparked within you. You remembered finding Ben alone in a room once, his lip split open as he wiped the blood away. He never wanted to talk about it, but you knew... you knew who caused it. You placed a reassuring hand on Ben’s forearm—a small, silent understanding between you two. Your eyes locked onto Khal’s.

Taking a deep breath, you tapped into the power once more. “KNEEL.”

Without hesitation, Khal sank to his knees, trembling in his sweat-soaked clothes. Ben’s gaze shifted from the scene to you, filled with awe. He’d heard voices in his dreams, but this voice was different—ancient.

You spoke again, your voice carrying a dangerous authority, “BREAK YOUR THUMB."

A loud snap echoed through the forest, followed by a sharp, agonized cry.

Present Day, Planet: Rossak

You observed the younger Bene Gesserit training, watching them move with their blunt knives. You kept your focus on a few who showed potential, making mental notes to report to your superiors. There was a slight sense of pride in knowing you had mentored a few of them. They had also become your whisperers, reporting on the life you had left behind.

But there was nothing to be found.

A sigh escaped you as you pulled your gaze away, shifting your focus to the trainees. The hushed voices around you grew quieter as you entered the study, where your fellow sisters awaited. The familiar scent of ink and parchment reminded you of the academy—its large bookcases and the sense of peace it once gave you. But as you settled into the space, something shifted. A subtle ripple in the waters of your mind.

You stopped, a wave of nostalgia washing over you. A quiet tug. A whisper. The voice that carried it froze you in place. Ben’s voice...

A sudden, distant boom above the keep caused some of your sisters to pause in their tasks. One of the younger girls approached the window, looking out with curiosity.

“Lady Y/N...” she called, looking over her shoulder. “Have you ever seen a ship like that?”

You raised an eyebrow, walking over to the window with quiet steps. In the distance, a gunmetal black command shuttle stood, surrounded by a squadron of Finalizers. Standing at attention to receive them was Reverend Mother Gala, her face stoic and unwavering. But what caught your attention was the tall, imposing figure who emerged from the shuttle. His black robes billowed in the rain-tossed wind, giving him an ethereal, almost phantom-like quality. His helmet, obsidian black with silver accents, hid his face, but his body language spoke volumes. He bowed his head to the Reverend Mother before approaching her alone.

Your mind raced in different directions as you tried to piece together the mystery of this masked man.

“He specifically asked for you,” spoke Elder Sister Mya, her brown eyes following you closely as you walked beside her. “The Supreme Leader was very... insistent that it must be you. He refused other, more experienced sisters without a second glance.”

“Did he?” you murmured, glancing over your shoulder as you rubbed your thumb over your knuckle—a nervous habit you tried to break. You could see the troopers moving your boxes carefully toward the command shuttle.

“He knows you, Y/N,” Mya said, her voice soft but firm. “The Reverend Mother has sensed it, and so have I. But you have no idea who he is?”

“I have a few theories, but they’re far-fetched,” you replied, rolling the tension from your shoulders as you braced yourself to meet him.

“Hmm. Regardless, the Bene Gesserit and myself have approved your relocation within the First Order. Having one of our own in that fractured part of space is enough to pinpoint its weaknesses,” Mya continued as you reached the bottom of the stairs. “Remember... we Bene Gesserit do not hope—”

“We plan,” you finished for her.

With a steady, slow exhale, you set your mask of stoicism in place, your veil securely shielding you from the rain that cascaded from your robes. Through the thunder that rumbled across the sky, you heard faint footsteps approaching. Your eyes tracked them, seeing the Supreme Leader draw nearer. His steps echoed in the gray corridor, each one deliberate, imposing.

He was even more monumental up close. His broad shoulders and towering height gave him a predatory grace. He stopped in front of you, allowing you to take him in. His face hidden, but his body language clearly inviting your inspection. It was as if he was silently offering you a form of parity acknowledgment.

Power recognizes power.

A deep, metallic voice emerged from behind the mask, carrying a single, simple word.

“Come.”

A/N: Got inspired by Dune and Dune: Prophecy so I figured why not mix two sci-fi epics together? This will be a multi-chapter fic, please lmk if you'd like to be tagged.

[jinx-xxed]

3 A.M. Snack

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A/N; I’ve always wanted to do this with someone so of course I wrote it with Kylo :D this trope (?) is a classic and always one of my favs!! Also a little glimpse of the modern AU I have cookin

Part of Written in the Stars

Summary; It’s the middle of the night and you can’t sleep, so naturally you make a trip to the kitchen. Your husband decides to follow you.

Content; Modern AU, pure fluff, cooking + dancing in the kitchen at 3 am, married to Kylo, sleepy and soft and lovey Kylo (the best version), also very clingy Kylo, you can’t cook for shit (I’m projecting), so Kylo’s like your personal chef, sharing a meal, how many times can I say cook in this intro, you have a pet cat :), cuddling

Wc; 1.2k

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The clock reads 3:27 AM.

Far too late for you to be awake, but sleep has escaped you once again and you’re not a fan of laying in bed just tossing and turning all night. So you slipped out of your lover’s arms—which is a feat in itself considering the iron grip he has—and went down to the kitchen. What else are you supposed to do at 3 AM? You don’t want to work on answering emails or anything like that, that’s for sure, and besides, you didn’t have much to eat the day prior anyway because you were too busy. Might as well.

You keep your steps light through the house that’s filled with silence, moving so quietly it’s like you were never there. Each room is bathed in the darkness of night, save for the massive window-wall in the living room that bleeds into the kitchen. Moonlight filters through, giving things a pale glow. BB is one of those things, the cat having followed you downstairs. His black and silvery fur reflects the moon, making him seem like a little star if he stands in the light rays at just the right angle.

You stand in the wide kitchen, hands on your hips, wondering what to do. BB gives a curious meow, winding around your legs. “Shh- I’m thinking.” You mutter. Cereal? No. Muffin? Also no. Oatmeal? Definitely not. You have just about everything you could want in here and yet your mind is annoyingly blank.

You perk up at the sound of footsteps and then there’s strong arms around you, one crossed against your chest, a warm hand coming up to lightly grip your jaw and leave kisses peppered along your neck. You lean into the gentle touches like a cat. You’re not surprised he showed up, he always does. Whenever you’re awake in the middle of the night, he’s awake minutes later. It’s endearing, having someone miss you so deeply even in their dreams.

“Sweetheart,” Kylo mumbles against your skin, clearly still half asleep, “you have a conference in the morning.”

You huff and resist the urge to roll your eyes. Even without most of his wits about him, he still pesters you about work. You have a secretary who does that enough—with him around it’s like you don’t even need one. Sure he’s kept you from missing more than a few sponsorship meetings, but that’s besides the point. Your head falls back onto his shoulder. “Couldn’t sleep. Also I was hungry.”

He hums, taking the opportunity to kiss your cheek. “Then I’ll make you something.”

You tense, turning yourself around and pushing him away as a result, much to his dismay. “What? No, no, you go back to bed. You had a long day.” You say, trying to be stern. Your hand cups his cheek, thumb rubbing along the freckled skin. You see the darkness beneath his eyes; his job hasn’t been kind recently. You consider returning to bed just for his benefit so that he’ll sleep, even if it’ll leave you lying awake staring at the ceiling for hours.

He doesn’t give you a chance to do such a thing, pulling you close again and resting his head in the crook of your neck. You feel his sigh blow across your skin; it makes a shiver run down your spine. “I don’t want you to burn down our kitchen.”

You scoff, incredulous. “I think I can handle it. You have no faith in your wife.”

“Last time I did, the house smelled like burnt chicken for the whole day.” He says pointedly. You pout, and he straightens to peck your lips, begrudgingly making you smile. “I’m already up, let me do this.”

Kylo leaves it unmentioned, but you both know he won’t be able to go back to sleep unless you do either. You find how clingy he is at night to be pretty cute; he’s like a puppy that can’t stand being away from you for more than two seconds. You sigh. “Fine.”

“Good.” He says, heading towards the fridge. “What do you want then?”

You have no response because you were working on trying to figure that out before he came in, and you were ultimately unsuccessful. But it seems that’s not a problem for him—probably because he could cook whatever he thinks of and you… can’t. “Eggs on toast?” He asks, already pulling out the egg carton.

Your eyes light up, hands clasping together enthusiastically. “Oooh yeah that sounds good.”

He smirks knowingly, tossing you the loaf of bread and flicking on the overhead stove light. “I can trust you to toast bread, right?”

You glare at him in mock anger. “I don’t know, can you?”

He huffs a laugh and leaves you to your own devices, that being the toaster. You pop two slices of the thicker bread between the slots while he works on the eggs, buttered pan situated on the stovetop. You turn on the speaker that sits on the counter, gentle music flitting through the kitchen. You scoop up BB and hold him like a baby in your arms, his legs flailing as he accepts his fate. You hum along to the tune, dancing around on the linoleum floors, socks making it easy to slide. Kylo hooks an arm around your waist when you go by, bringing you in to kiss the top of your head. You smile, warmth buzzing in your chest.

BB gets spooked when the toaster finally goes off, scrabbling out of your hold and hurrying from the kitchen. You take the toast and put the pieces on plates, with Kylo’s being a bit more toasted than yours, just how he likes it. The eggs are finished around the same time, their smell filling the air and making your stomach growl. Kylo carefully slides them from the pan onto the toast, lightly peppered and cooked perfectly, of course.

You two take the late night snacks into the living room, sitting comfortably against each other on the couch, his warmth bleeding into yours. This was exactly what you needed; warm, tasty food, and simply enjoying the presence of your partner.

“Thank you,” you mumble around a mouthful, head bumping against his shoulder.

“Mm.”

You finish your egg on toast rather quickly, where he takes a bit longer, as usual. You feel your body droop while you wait for him, eyes burning with a sudden tiredness, like sleep has been waiting for the right moment to creep in and get you. It’d be very easy to just fall asleep on the couch…

Kylo doesn’t let you though, instead scooping you up into his arms with annoying ease after setting the plates on the table. You can get them in the morning. “Back to bed for you.” He says as your arms come up around his neck. You can’t find it in yourself to argue. You’re carried upstairs and to your shared bedroom, BB eagerly following behind. He jumps on the bed first, meowing in a way that tells you to hurry up.

Kylo sets you down gently, a whine coming from your throat when he separates from you, even though it’s only for a second. Then he’s next to you under the covers, pulling you into his chest and securing his arms around you once again. You drape one of your own arms over his middle, lightly dancing your fingers over his ribs, humming happily. He sighs in content, murmuring something loving that you can’t quite hear against your hair. BB is curled against your back, purrs rumbling.

With everything feeling right in the world, sleep is quick to claim you both.

[upon-a-starry-night]

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

~~~~~~~~

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 their 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 nearly 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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kinktober, day twenty-three

warnings: dark!professor!ben solo x student!reader, smut, dubcon/noncon, manipulation, power imbalance, accidentally sending your teacher a sex tape, flashing, stripping, masturbation, altogether just toxic and terrible and so so wrong behaviour but it's also a kinda hot fantasy pick a struggle

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If only you had double checked. If only you had not been in a hurry and sent your professor the wrong file, the worst possible file ever, then you wouldn’t have been in this situation.

Your boyfriend went to a college across the country, so in attempts to combate the daunting reality that was a long-distance relationship, the two of you had made a habit of leaning on technology and such to help fill in the holes and make it feel less excruciating to be apart.

One of those holes conveniently came in the form of a video of you, in bed before classes, sunrays bathing your form as you got yourself off for him. 

If only that hadn’t been the video you had accidentally sent to your professor instead of the 5 minute tape he had asked you to turn in, proving that you had learned enough so far in the course to be able to talk freely about it. 

“Show me,” professor Solo simply said, leaning back in his chair. 

“Excuse me, sir?” you fiddled with the sleeve of your cardigan, wishing that you had just sat down and not awkwardly continued to stand in the middle of his office. 

“You just told me that you didn’t wanna fail the class, correct?”

“Yes,” you answered apprehensively. 

“And that you’d do anything to make that so?”

“Yes, but Mr Solo, I was thinking more in the lines of extra credit or-“

“You’ve already given me more than a peek, this is nothing compared to that,” he coldly cut you off as his eyes shamelessly wandered, “or you could just walk out that door and fail this class, choice is yours.”

Feeling your heart all the way in your throat, you pondered, “…you just want me to flash you, nothing else?”

“I’m not gonna touch you, if that’s what you’re worried about.”

Utterly mystified as to how he could be so composed while asking you such things, you continued, “…and if I do, then you won’t fail me in this class?”

“Might even fudge the numbers a bit and have you come out on top,” he shrugged, piecing gaze never straying far. 

Staring up at the dark ceiling, you took a deep breath and uttered, “…alright,” before your fingers nervously began to fiddle with your cardigan, slowly peeling it off and hooking it in the crook of your elbow for safekeeping as you then lifted your shirt up just enough for him to peek at your soft bra.

“You can do better than that,” he scoffed, his eyes practically burning holes in your brassiere, “turn around and bend over, let me see what you’ve got under that skirt.”

You needed this class to graduate… so like a stubborn pill, you turned around and braced on the chair behind you. Squeezing your eyes shut as you arched your back, feeling the crisp air hit your bottom. Your eyes swiftly snapped open once more as the sound of a zipper resonated throughout the room, “what are you doing?” you spun back around, skirt twirling around your thighs, “I thought you said-”

Hand down his pants, he nearly rolled his eyes, “I said I wouldn’t touch you, not that I wouldn’t make the most of this, now get back to it.”

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[earlgreydream]

I see you. professor!kylo ren x reader

happy Star Wars day! as per tradition, @little-diable and I had to do a sexy little kylo ren collaboration for you 🖤

cw: stalking

She felt eyes on her wherever she went. Following her around like a shadow sewn to her boots. Teasing her from afar as if they knew she could never catch them. Whoever was watching her was playing a game (y/n) could only lose.

“Miss (y/n), would you mind staying back for a moment?” Professor Ren’s voice filled the room, forcing her tired eyes off the ground. Her insides began to churn as she slowly walked up to his desk, having to swallow the bile rising in her throat – she had begged her fates to help her, to make her disappear before the handsome professor could catch her. But even today they seemed to ignore her.

“I think you know why I asked you to stay back, don’t you?” He was leaning against his desk, arms crossed in front of his broad chest. A perfect view of his bulging muscles, forcing his shirt to stretch – it was a sight (y/n) was all too used to by now, months after first joining this class. And yet it still left her distracted, bothered by the handsome professor she thought of whenever heat began to pool between her thighs.

“I’m sorry, I promise I’ll turn the missing essays in this weekend.” The defeated sigh leaving the tall man made goosebumps rise on (y/n)’s forearms. Tears were about to well up in her tired eyes, tears that would leave her embarrassed, not daring to cry in front of the man she longed for. She hated disappointing him, hated lacking in her homework, once the best student of his class – nothing but hazy memories she barely remembered by now.

“What is going on, (y/n)? You were such an eager student last semester. Did something happen?” Pain shot through her at his question, forced to avert her gaze before she could spill her secret about what has kept her awake late at night these past weeks. Professor Ren kept his eyes focused on her, clearly aware of her struggles to put whatever was plaguing her into words. “Talk to me, sweetheart.”

“I think I’m being stalked.” The words clawed through (y/n) before she could stop them from leaving her, lured out of her by the nickname he had used. She still couldn’t look at him, rather focusing on her trembling fingers trying to hold onto her books, clinging to them as if they were a pillar holding her together as if she was an ancient building.

(Y/n) felt the professor move, engulfed by their silence, but the second his hand met her chin, tilting her head up to look at him, (y/n) could no longer stop her tears from rolling. One after another rolled down her cheeks, dripping onto the cold ground both were standing on.

“Did you tell anybody else about this?” She felt small in his grasp, his big hands covering most parts of the left side of her face. (Y/n) had to stop herself from pressing further into his grasp as she shook her head, unable to speak up. “Alright, for now we’ll keep this between us. If whoever is stalking you hears of you telling others, they may escalate. I don’t want you getting hurt.”

“I am sorry.” Her voice wavered as she spoke, lured out of her by his closeness, the intoxicating scent of his cologne, the feeling of his hand still cupping her cheek. Carefully, she was pulled against his chest, allowing the tall man to hug her as if he wasn’t her professor, as if he wasn’t in a position of power he was now clearly abusing.

“There is nothing you have to be sorry for, (y/n). I’ll help you with this, I promise. Here, let me give you my number. From now on, you call me whenever you feel like you’re being watched.”

……

The door to Kylo’s home slammed shut behind him, his hands twitching as he ripped the white button-down from his toned body. He was driven mad by the ghost of her body against his, the way her breasts pressed to his chest when he hugged her.

Kylo’s breathing was ragged as he made his way through the house, hands roughly undoing the buttons on his jeans, freeing himself from the tight constraint. He dropped onto the bed, curly hair flopping around his face in a dark halo as if he were a prince of hell. Kylo craved her sweet little body against his — naked this time, and all of the things he could do to make her writhe and scream his name.

His cock was rock-hard as he thought of y/n, aching to touch her, more than just the way his hands skimmed her waist when she pulled away from his embrace. Kylo stroked himself with a large hand, wishing it was her. He fantasized about fucking her precious mouth — the source of her tears choking on his size.

Kylo moaned. It was filthy, the images in his mind of y/n on her knees, begging for the cock he was jacking off. He was embarrassingly close, only a few moments away from climax, desperately wishing he was buried in her cunt.

Kylo’s full lips parted with a breathless hiss as he came into his hand. He stared at a framed photo of y/n on his bedside, ignoring the mess he’d made on his palm and lower abdomen, dreaming she were there to clean it with her tongue.

……

Kylo waited. It was Tuesday, so she was due for her weekly study session at the campus coffeehouse. He anxiously checked his watch, eyes snapping upward at the tinkling of doorbells overhead.

He saw a flash of her as she walked inside, her usual cheerful expression hollowed out by grim anxiety. His own smile vanished, hating to see her upset. As much as he longed to run in after and embrace her, he lurked in the shadows of an alley across the street, watching through the glass storefront. He was just making sure she was safe from anyone who might have sinister intentions.

Kylo was lost in thought when his cell began to buzz in his blazer pocket. Her cell number lit up across the screen, y/n holding her phone to her ear inside the shop.

“Hello. y/n?” Kylo answered, his lips pulling into a smile as she finally called him.

“Professor Ren—”

“Kylo, please,” he interrupted gently.

“Kylo, I’m…” the words died in her throat, she felt so ridiculous calling him just because of that eerie feeling that crawled up her spine.

“Sweetheart, are you alright?” Kylo’s voice soothed, and she found herself blinking back tears.

“I’m at the coffeehouse, and it’s probably nothing, but… you said to call you if I felt like I was being watched,” y/n stumbled over the words, unsure of how to ask her professor for help.

“I’m not far, I’ll come to you,” he spoke, swallowing the happiness in his voice knowing that he’d be close to you.

“Are you sure? I don’t want to inconvenience you.”

Relief visibly melted the fear on her face as he entered the door. She lowered her phone, quickly brushing her eyes with the back of her hand. Kylo’s long strides closed the distance, and he took a seat beside y/n on the couch.

“I’m here, you’re safe,” he promised, lightly touching her knee, breaching just a little bit further than he had before, his heart racing from the risk of being seen.

Kylo hushed the apologies, insisting that he was happy to join her.

……

“Are you sure I’m not imposing?” (Y/n)’s voice echoed through Kylo’s house. She had her arms wrapped around herself, somewhat trying to hide her trembling body from his intense gaze. Just his mere gaze left her aching for his closeness, feeling unusually protected and safe around him.

“Of course not, sweetheart. You’re safe here, I promise!” Kylo showed her one of his rare smiles as he guided her towards his living room, enjoying the feeling of her body pressed against his big hand. (Y/n) looked so small next to him, perfect for him to own, to protect, to hold.

“I just,” a sigh left her as they plopped down on the dark couch, sitting closer as any other professor and his student would. His outer thigh pressed against hers, letting her feel the warmth he emanated while (y/n) played with her shaking fingers.

“What is it?” His fingers found her chin, turning her face towards his concerned one. Their eyes met, hers full of fear and sadness, his full of curiosity and comfort. She struggled to find her words, too distracted by his closeness, the way her body reacted to him, and the unfamiliar need taking up her body.

(Y/n) couldn’t pinpoint what it was that drove her on, but her body began to move without her mind being able to stop her, pressing her lips against his plush ones. For a second, Kylo didn’t react to the sudden touch, forcing (y/n) to retreat with fear suddenly overtaking her, cursing herself for being this stupid. But the second her lips left his, Kylo drew her back in.

She straddled his lap as Kylo deepened the kiss, high on (y/n)’s need for distraction. The moan that clawed through her as she ground her hips against his burned through his whole system, urging Kylo on to hold her even closer. His touch made her feel alive, properly seen for the first time as if the mirror finally caught her reflection, allowing (y/n) to feel something she had only dreamt of until now.

“Careful, sweetheart. I won’t be gentle if we take this any further.” Kylo’s voice grew lower with every syllable he spoke, letting his words vibrate against her swollen lips. But (y/n) seemed to be stuck in some form of trance that robbed her of her voice, kissing Kylo once again.

She felt him rise to his feet with her clinging to him, arms and legs wrapped around his broad frame. He carried her towards his bedroom without breaking the kiss once, revelling in her closeness and her need for him.

She gasped as their lips finally parted, her body sinking into the bed where he laid her. Kylo’s wild eyes burned with lust, his lips swollen and hair slightly dishevelled from the way she had clawed through him. He knelt between her parted legs, gazing down at the prize in his bed as he took a beat to catch his breath.

Nerves began to get the best of her, making her squirm on his sheets. Kylo’s hand went to her bare thigh, a sundress pushed up nearly high enough to reveal a glimpse of her underwear. Y/n stilled at the touch, whimpering softly for him, her body itching for some sort of relief that only he could satisfy.

“What a pretty sight you are, I should take a picture of you.” His words left her panting, high on his praises. Y/n wanted to reply, wanted to tell him that she was purely his in a moment like this, but her words were lost on her lips as Kylo pushed her panties aside to let his mouth find her heat.

“Oh, heaven.” Y/n sighed her words, ready to drown in the wave of lust his touch pushed through her. He knew exactly how to touch her, how to make her feel as if she was burning alive, laid beneath him like his last ever meal. Kylo ate her out with an unfamiliar passion, it took over every part of his body, guiding him to safety as she trembled beneath him.

His eyes watched her every expression, watching her lips part as he pushed two fingers into her tightness, eagerly swallowing his digits as if he were fucking her with his aching cock. Soon enough he’d have her, soon enough he’d make her his, forever bound to him by the way he’d fuck her through her high.

“Kylo,” y/n gasped his name as he curled his fingers against her swollen spot, a sensation that was lost the second he pulled away. He parted from y/n to undress, to expose every inch of his broad, muscular frame to her wide eyes.

Y/n’s heart picked up its beat at the sight of his naked form, squealing in surprise as he pulled her dress from her frame, groaning as her naked breasts were exposed to his dark eyes. She couldn’t speak up, couldn’t ask any further questions as he reached for a condom, telling her that this was really happening.

She needed a second to calm down, to accept that everything was spinning, that she’d lose herself in the touch of her professor. But somehow she still felt safe, awfully safe in Kylo’s closeness, ready to give herself to him.

“You’re mine, and you always will be mine.” He spoke the words as he pushed into her, letting his cock part her walls. It felt as if he was ripping her open, bigger than she was used to, unsure how to take all of him. Her whines bled in his ears like a warcry, urging him on to take what was rightfully his, overpowering the darkest thoughts that whispered to him.

Her nails dragged down his freckled chest, leaving harsh red lines in their wake. Beautiful eyes were hidden behind wet lashes that were squeezed shut in raw, aching pleasure.

“Fuck, you’re so much better than I could’ve imagined.” Kylo swore, his lips pressing hot, wet kisses to her collarbone, ghosting up her neck.

He was drunk on the pleasure, her warm cunt tight around his cock, urging him to thrust harder, bruising her hips.

“Let me hear you, tell me you belong to me!” Kylo demanded of y/n as her back arched, chasing the orgasm he was keeping just out of reach.

“I’m yours, I’m yours,” she whimpered, gasping beneath him as his fingers circled her clit.

She shuddered beneath him, trembling from the intensity of him, throat hoarse from crying his name. He allowed y/n to weave her fingers through his hair, pulling him into a heavy kiss as she came. Kylo’s teeth tugged at her lip, dizzied by the wrecked moan it dragged from her swollen lips.

The slick sound of him pulling out was the only noise in the room before he painted her lower belly with white ribbons. Kylo fell back on his heels, kneeling above her to catch his breath, admiring his prey, lured into his bed and torn to pieces, marked with his seed.

Y/N’s eyes were closed, her body succumbing to the exhaustion that he’d inflicted. He took a moment to admire her in the state, before taking photos with his phone before she could object.

……

She was his. He was the only one to keep her safe. He was the only one to protect her from any and every evil. She was his.

Kylo hid behind the pair of dark sunglasses that matched the dark cap he wore, shielding his frame from her curious eyes. Y/n was sitting a few feet away from him, sharing a coffee with her friend as they rambled about things he couldn’t hear.

He still felt her wrapped around him, the way she had clenched his cock, how she had moaned for him. A perfect match made in heaven, Kylo was sure of it.

It was on him to watch her. It was on him to keep her safe. Even though she would never know it were his wandering eyes she felt following her around.

[spacebabesuki]

What kills me about this scene is that they’re talking to each other like:

"You still want to kill me?" "That happens when you're being hunted by a creature in a mask."

But then he took off his mask, shook his long black hair, and she was like, “Well, okay, never mind” 😳 Poor girl was too stunned to speak. She didn’t blink even ONCE.

[crucifiedfaerie]

Nicotine Stains Pt. 1 ༉₊˚✧

Modern!Kylo x Fem!Reader AU

➴ Summary: Your older brother's best friend seems to have everyone fooled. Everyone but you, that is.

➴ Part Two

➴ Word Count: 5k

➴ Warnings: 18+ MDNI, fem!reader, dom!kylo, slowburn, modern!delinquent!kylo au, virgin!reader, drug use, smoking, swearing, kylo breaking traffic laws for some pussy, kylo is a pretentious prick, why is kylo lowkey midwestern emo in this, mutual pining, finn my beloved is mentioned, some angst, fluff, SMUT (protected PiV sex, again reader is a virgin, fingering, a little scratching, slow n gentle sex, softdom!kylo, consent king !!, praise kink, pet names), typos probably

➴ Taglist: ( @enviedear @capitanostella @teapartydreams )

A/N: this may or may not be the most pretentious thing ive ever written but idc. also i want to give a special thank you and shout out to my beautiful mutual liv @enviedear for this idea! she totally helped me flesh out the modern!delinquent!kylo character and this fic would not exist without her. <;3 (also reader is NOT me bc if kylo ren played slipknot for me in his 1969 charger i'd fold immediately)

You sat at your desk, studying for your upcoming midterms and nervously chewing on the inside of your mouth. Mathematics had never been your strong suit and despite only being a month and a half into the semester, your calculus class was stressing you out to no end. The rhythmic ticking of your clock was not helping in the slightest, so you reached for your headphones.

This class is taking years off of my life for sure.

As you looked for a good playlist, you heard your bedroom window open behind you. You yelped, turning in your chair to face your window. Your panic died when you realized it was only Kylo, your older brother's friend.

Once he was finally inside, he shut your window before standing up straight. Kylo was probably the tallest person you knew, almost touching the low ceiling of your bedroom. You couldn't deny how your stomach did flips when you were stood next to him, not to mention he was absolutely fucking beautiful. Kylo's features looked like they were carved from marble and his long, dark hair always fell perfectly around his face. If he weren't so goddamn annoying, you'd like him a lot more.

You groaned. "When are you gonna stop coming in through my window you asshole?"

"It isn't my fault your window is the most accessible and the lock is broken." He smirked.

Your eyes narrowed as you glared at him. "The least you could do is knock, what if I like... had a guy over or something?"

Kylo laughed, walking over to you. He turned you in your desk chair to face your computer and pushed it in, before leaning down over your shoulder to look at your screen. "I think we both know that doesn't happen, kid." He jabbed before making his way to your door.

Your face felt hot, his audacity never failed to make you seethe. And his choice of nickname for you only made you madder. You turned to glare at him. "You fucker- I- you're only like 3 years older than me!??"

You heard him laugh as he walked out of your room and down the hallway.

What made it worse was that it seemed he had everyone in your family fooled. Kylo acted like an absolute angel in front of your mother, and it pissed you off to no end. When he would come over for dinner, he always insisted on helping her with the dishes. He would make conversation with her, crack jokes, go the whole nine yards as if he weren't a college dropout and also doing drugs with her son on the side.

Your mom, being the stereotypical Christian, midwestern mother that she is, would always say things along the lines of "Oh Kylo, you're such a sweet boy. It amazes me that someone like you listens to such angry music." He would just blush and laugh it off.

Kylo drove a black 1969 Dodge Charger R/T that he would pull up to your house in, blasting the loudest possible music. Your dad loved him, and they would always talk cars when they got the chance. The first time you came home and saw your dad helping Kylo change his oil, you thought you had died and gone to hell. You just stared as Kylo smirked at you. That stupid, evil smirk you were so used to seeing.

They can't possibly be serious?? How do they not see how much of a jerk he is?

You however, he was much different with. Any chance Kylo got to annoy you, he would do it. He frequently stood outside your door for god knows how long, just waiting for you to come out so he could scare you. You would jump and yell expletives at him before weakly punching him in the shoulder. He and your brother would just laugh, thinking it was funniest thing in the world.

You sighed, staring at your computer screen. You were over studying for the night. You shut your door, before turning off the light and getting into bed. You tried to sleep, but couldn't. The stress of college was slowly suffocating you but despite that, you couldn't seem to get Kylo out of your head.

Sure, you have had a slight crush on him since you were in middle school, I mean who wouldn't? Look at him. But it didn't mean anything, the feeling was almost certainly not mutual and he was still the biggest asshole you'd ever met.

God I fucking hate him... I mean I don't, but I do.

Your thoughts were interrupted by a light tapping at your door. Your brow furrowed. "Yeah?"

Kylo opened your door slowly, making sure it didn't creak as he closed it behind him. "What are you still doing awake, its 3am. Don't you have classes tomorrow?" He whispered, fumbling with your window.

You rolled your eyes, still staring at the ceiling. "Yeah. What do you care?"

He smirked slightly, swinging one leg out the window before looking at you. "Finn asked me to pick you up tomorrow. What time are you off?"

Fucking fantastic.

"Oh, great." You said sarcastically. "2:30pm. The math and science building."

He ducked through the open window, and stuck his head back inside your room to look at you. "See you at 2:30 then." He smirked, before exiting again and shutting your window, leaving you in the dark.

I am not looking forward to tomorrow.

The following afternoon, you sat in your calculus class zoning out and unable to keep your mind off Kylo. You would never admit it, not even to yourself, but you were definitely daydreaming. You were thinking about how soft his hair always looks and how it might feel to run your fingers through it.

You didn't realize your professor had called on you until he said your name for a second time, repeating his question. You sat up straight before looking down, your eyes scanning your paper. "Oh um- the answer is... x equals three fourths." Your face felt warm.

"That's correct. Lets try to be more focused, though." Your professor sighed, before continuing his lecture. You nodded quickly, looking down at your paper.

As you walked to the parking lot, your palms felt sweaty. You'd been in Kylo's car only a couple times before and it was a long time ago. The recent nagging thoughts you had been having about him didn't quell your nervousness either. You spotted his car quickly, and made your way to the passenger side.

When you opened the door, his music blared so loud, you thought his speakers might blow out. You sat your bag on the floor of his car before getting in and shutting the door.

Kylo was smirking when you turned to glare at him. You reached over and turned the dial down halfway and he laughed.

"Too loud for you princess?" He said sarcastically, leaning over to look behind him as he backed out of the parking lot.

You rolled your eyes and buckled your seatbelt, smoothing out your skirt with your hands. "Too loud for most people. Can I play something?"

Kylo scoffed, that stupid smirk still on his face. "Fuck no, you can't play your music in my car."

"Whatever." You crossed your arms, staring straight ahead.

After a few minutes of silence, Kylo finally spoke. "Have you heard of Slipknot?" He asked, nodding his head towards the radio and tapping his long fingers on the steering wheel to the music.

You scoffed, turning your head to face him. "Yes I've heard of Slipknot, you loser... It's just not really my thing. Kind of scary sounding... its just screaming mostly."

He laughed loudly at your last comment. "Scary? Aw, now that's cute. I bet you listen to Lana Del Rey or some shit like that." Kylo said sarcastically, putting a cigarette between his lips and lighting it. He took a drag from it before offering it to you.

You rolled your eyes at him before taking it. Your fingers brushed against his, sending a shiver down your spine. You took a drag off of it before speaking. "Lana Del Rey makes really good music." Despite facing the window, you felt his eyes on you the whole time.

"Oh so I was right?" He grinned, staring at the road now. "I just said the first girly thing that came to mind... And when did you start smoking? I'm gonna tell your mom." He laughed.

You attempted to hide the smile that played at the corners of your mouth. "I'll be sure to tell her you supplied me with them... and yeah I like Lana. She sings about real shit." You took another drag from the cigarette, blowing the smoke out of the window.

Kylo scoffed at you again, motioning to the radio. "And you don't think bands like this do?... This song is called Metabolic, its about the lead singer's absent father and how he fears he will become just like him. They sing about real shit too, it isn't just screaming."

You shrugged, taking another hit before handing the cigarette back to him as he pulled into your driveway. "I never said they didn't, I'm just not super into this type of music."

He glared at you as you grabbed your bag, cigarette dangling from his mouth. You got out of his car, and shut the door behind you. "Thanks for the ride, Kylo" You said through gritted teeth.

I can't believe I'm telling this man thank you.

"No problem." He looked like he wanted to say something else but he stopped himself.

You nodded, before heading to your door. You noticed that he had watched you and waited for you to get inside your house before pulling away.

"How nice of Kylo for driving you home. What a sweet boy." Your mom smiled as you came through the door. "I wish he wouldn't smoke though, you smell like cigarettes."

"Yeah, he's cool." You sigh as you walk up the stairs, making your way to your room before shutting your bedroom door behind you.

You sit at your desk and open your laptop to get started on some homework. Before you start, you grab your headphones and open your phone, deciding to give Kylo's music taste another try. As you do your calculus homework, you find yourself tapping your foot to the music.

The following day, you waited outside for Finn to pick you up from class. You had waited 30 minutes before deciding to call him and he didn't pick up a single one of your several calls.

That fucker. He just left me here.

You huffed before opening your phone again in defeat, pressing on Kylo's contact.

"Yeah?" He sounded like had been sleeping. Your face felt hot from just the sound of his voice.

"I um- Finn left me here and I uh... don't have anyone to pick me up... Can you please come get me?" It felt so foreign asking Kylo for literally anything.

"Yeah I'll be there in fifteen minutes." He said. You noticed that he sounded much more alert, and you heard him shuffling in the background.

"Okay thanks... Uh- bye." You hung up, sitting down on the curb.

It wasn't even seven minutes before Kylo turned into the parking lot and pulled up next to you.

You opened the door, throwing your bag on the floor and getting in. "Jesus Christ, man?? How many traffic laws did you break getting here?" You smirked as you buckled your seatbelt.

Kylo laughed. "If you drove, and owned a car like this, you'd speed too." You couldn't help but notice the light pink that spread across his cheeks at your comment.

He handed you your own cigarette this time, and you placed it in your mouth. You went to reach for the lighter but he beat you to it.

"Allow me." Kylo said before raising the flame up to the end of your cigarette. You inhale, watching it ignite. You caught his gaze for a moment and felt the butterflies return, quickly averting your eyes and taking the cigarette between your fingers to turn and exhale out of his window. Kylo cleared his throat and looked ahead before lighting his own and pulling away.

You both listened to his music in silence for a few minutes. As you fidgeted with the hem of your skirt, you recognized the song playing and began to mouth the lyrics.

I am my father's son 'cause he's a phantom, a mystery, and that leaves me nothing.

How many times have you wanted to die?

It's too late for me, all you have to do is get rid of me.

You can't see California without Marlon Brando's eyes.

Kylo's eyes darted over to you a few times, and he laughed. "There is no way- are you fucking singing along to Slipknot right now?! I thought this shit scared you, kid?" The look on his face was filled with shock and amusement.

"It's a catchy song. I don't know... Stop calling me that asshole!" You could feel the deep blush creeping across your face.

"No, No." He wasn't letting this go. "I didn't play this CD in the car yesterday, did you seriously go home and listen to it?" Between that and how embarrassed you looked from him pointing it out, Kylo could not contain the smile of pure amusement on his face.

"I don't know- Maybe." You looked out of the window, not facing him. You wanted nothing more than to die in that moment.

He was loving this too much. "Fucking obsessed with me, aren't ya? Listening to my songs and shit." Kylo teased.

You turned to glare at him. "I- No! Shut the fuck up." You gripped the fabric of your skirt and took a final drag of your cigarette before tossing it out of the window.

He laughed, shaking his head as he pulled into the driveway. "I'm only fucking with you."

"That's all you ever seem to do. Thanks for the ride I guess." You muttered as you got out of his car, slamming the door before walking to your house. As you walked away, you caught a glimpse of the look of disappointment and guilt on Kylo's face.

Fucking asshole. So unbelievable.

Kylo stayed in your driveway for a minute, debating on whether he should knock on your door to say something to you, but he ultimately decided against it and drove away.

That night, you laid in bed staring at your ceiling once again, head filled with thoughts of that stupid fucking beautiful asshole.

I don't understand him. He does nice shit for me sometimes, but then all he does is make fun of me?

And even after all of that, all you could think about was that stupid cigarette dangling from his lips and how hot he looked. Your mind wandered to how Kylo would lean closer to you, his hand resting on the back of your headrest while reversing. How he nodded his head and tapped his fingers on the steering wheel to the music. How close his face was to yours when he insisted on lighting your cigarette for you.

God! I'm such an idiot. I cant stand him or myself for that matter.

You heard a few taps on your window and your brow furrowed. You rolled out of bed, walking to your window before opening it. You were met with Kylo's dark eyes staring back at you.

Your eyes narrowed at him. "What a gentleman, thank you for knocking this time..." You said sardonically. "But Finn is asleep I think."

"Had to make sure you didn't have a guy over." He teased. "But I'm not here for him... you wanna smoke?" He grinned at you, holding up a neatly rolled joint.

You laughed nervously. "I've never smoked weed before Kylo, I don't know..."

"Of course you haven't... It'll be fine, I'm not asking you to smoke the whole goddamn thing." He smirked, offering his hand for you to take.

You sighed before taking Kylo's hand and ducking out of your window. The cold, October air sent goosebumps across your exposed arms and legs. He led you to a flat part of your roof and the both of you sat down together.

You watched as he placed the joint in his mouth and lit it, taking a couple hits before handing it to you.

You inhaled, noticing how it burned a little more than a cigarette does. You coughed slightly, which caused Kylo to chuckle, and you glared at him as you handed the joint back to him.

"I'm sorry if I made you mad earlier." He smirked, taking another hit.

You scoffed. "You just fuck with me too much. You always have."

Kylo sighed. "I only do it because your reactions are so fun... I didn't think about how it might make you feel." He paused. "And besides, I think its cute that you listened to my music all on your own, for the fun of it."

You blushed, hoping that the darkness would conceal the pink creeping across your face. "It's fine. I'm so used to your games by now." You laughed, shivering slightly.

Kylo placed the joint between his lips before slipping his dark jacket off and draping it around your shoulders. It felt so warm and was about three sizes too big for you. You laughed nervously, looking down. "Thank you."

He nodded, gazing down at you as he handed you the joint.

As the two of you sat in silence for a minute, the weed had already begun to take its toll on you. Everything seemed funny to you and as you looked up at the stars, you laughed softly at nothing.

Kylo smiled at you. "What's so funny, kid? Already high from two baby hits?" He teased. "This isn't even my strongest shit."

"You're such an idiot." You laughed at him, shaking your head.

The next hour was spent laughing about anything and everything. The two of you made fun of your brother, talked about college and how both of you agree calculus fucking sucks, and the two of you shared some other artists you liked with each other.

"I can't believe I clocked you so easily with Lana fucking Del Rey. I honest to god said that as a joke." Kylo laughed.

"Hey, she makes good music. Please let me make you listen to her the next time we're in the car, please." You playfully begged.

He sighed, feigning defeat. "Fine but only like two songs max... so you better make them good." Kylo smirked as he flicked the roach off the roof.

You weren't sure if it was the weed in your system, but something was giving you a slight newfound confidence to speak more freely. You sighed. "You're always spot on about me though... I am kind of lame. I always had this idea in my head that you and Finn were the ones who were losers... but in reality I am."

Kylo looked at you, puzzled. "I never thought you were a loser... I poke fun at you, sure, but I admire your intelligence... and how introverted you always are." He laughed, playfully pushing your shoulder.

You laughed nervously. "No, I mean... I don't go out and do anything fun the way you do. I don't loosen up, I don't hang out with people, I definitely never have guys over..." You laughed again, trailing off. "I mean my god I've never even kissed anyone."

He stared at you, his eyes scanning your face as if he were debating something. "You've got to be fucking with me right now. A pretty thing like you has surely got to have boys lined up and down the street."

You laughed at his comment, blushing. "If they are, I surely don't pay attention. No one talks to me at school." You stared at your lap, fiddling with the sleeves of his jacket.

You felt his cold fingertips touch your jaw, lifting your chin to look up at him. Before you could say anything, Kylo leaned in quickly and kissed you. You felt like a live wire, as if lightning bolts were shooting through your entire body. His kiss was urgent, yet gentle, and he held your face in his hands so tenderly.

When he pulled away, his eyes met yours and you both smiled nervously at each other. You noticed him shiver slightly. "Do you wanna... maybe go inside? It's warmer in there." You said shyly.

Kylo smirked at you. "Are you inviting a guy into your room right now?" He teased before standing up and taking your hand.

You giggled, following him. "Shut up."

He chuckled softly and when you got to the window, he went first. He ducked inside, pulling you with him which caused you both to practically fall through your window. You landed on top of him, your hushed giggles only silenced once he kissed you again.

"Shhh are you trying to wake your parents?" Kylo smirked up at you for a moment, taking in the sight of you on top of him on your bedroom floor, the moonlight from the window behind you illuminating you in a halo-like glow. He grabbed your waist and gently rolled you off of him, before you both stood up.

His large, strong hands pulled you by the waist closer to him, and he had to lean down to kiss you. His kiss was full of need this time, you felt his tongue glide along your bottom lip, asking for entry and you obliged, parting your lips. You moaned against his mouth and you felt the smirk that played at his lips.

Kylo took a few steps forward, pushing you gently backwards until the backs of your knees hit your soft bed. He pulled away for a moment to take his jacket off of you and throw it to the floor, before pushing you flat onto your bed.

"I-I've never... um." You stumbled over your words, feeling your face get hot as your eyes darted up to your ceiling.

Kylo leaned over you, his palms flat on the mattress on either side of your head. "I just stole your first kiss a couple minutes ago, you don't think I know that?" He smirked down at you before tilting his head slightly, leaning closer to trail kisses down your neck. "Do you not want to? I can stop whenever you want, all you need to do is say so." He whispered between kisses, trailing his hand down your body and stopping just above your clothed cunt.

The sensation made the heat in your core grow. "N-no. Don't stop Kylo." You whined.

He smiled, before standing straight up again and looking down at you. He looped his fingers under the waistband of your shorts and underwear, pulling them off slowly. "Look at you sweet thing, I've barely touched you and you're already a fucking mess." He teased, causing you to whimper.

Kylo chuckled softly, separating your knees and ghosting his hand down your thigh, stopping at your heat. He ran two long fingers through your slit, collecting your wetness on them before rubbing light circles over your clit. You gasped at the contact, bucking your hips instinctively against his hand. "Needy little thing, aren't you?" He smirked, using his other hand to hold your waist down before pushing his fingers inside slowly.

You whined at the feeling of his long fingers stretching you out, your much smaller hands were nothing compared to his. After giving you a moment to adjust, Kylo began to slowly pump his fingers in and out of your cunt, curling them upwards to draw sweet, soft moans from you.

"K-Kylo..." You breathed.

He smirked, amused by how quickly you were coming undone at his hand. "What is it, pretty girl?"

You whined at the sweet name he gave you, stuttering over your words once again. "You're g-gonna make me c-cum."

Kylo laughed softly, he had already gathered that from the noises you were making. "Oh, yeah?" He smirked at you, not faltering once with the steady pace he had created with his fingers.

"P-please. Please I want you to..." You trailed off, lost in the pleasure he was giving you.

"Please what? I'm not gonna do anything else unless you ask for it. Go ahead... Say it, say it." He was having way too much fun with you.

"Please Kylo..." You begged him. "Please I- I want you t-to fuck me."

He grinned at you and stood up, removing his fingers from your cunt, before licking them clean. You tasted divine to him, and he made a mental note that he needed to taste the source at some point. Maybe another night.

You whined at the sudden feeling of emptiness and watched as he pulled a condom from his wallet, putting it between his lips before working to undo his belt. He made quick work of his clothes, saving his boxers for last and sliding them off, his cock springing upwards.

You didn't realize your mouth was open until Kylo looked over at you and saw you staring at him. He laughed, tearing the condom wrapper open with his teeth. "I'll go slow, don't worry." You watched as he slid the condom down to the base of his cock, before making his way over to you on the bed.

He made you sit up a bit so he could pull your shirt over your head, before kissing you, trailing down your neck and chest, leaving a few light red marks along the way. You whimpered at the sensation, not caring that you'd have to conceal them in the morning.

Kylo pulled away, admiring his work and settling himself between your legs, lining his cock up with your entrance. "Ready?" He moved a piece of hair from your eyes, smirking down at you.

You wrapped your arms around him, nodding your head. He groaned as he slowly pushed his cock inside you, taking extra care not to hurt you and watching as your face contorted from the feeling of his cock splitting you open. Your nails dug into his back as you whined.

After allowing you a moment to adjust to his size, Kylo began to move slowly, creating a gentle yet deep pace and hitting that bundle of nerves inside you with each thrust. It felt like heaven and you attempted to stifle your moans, failing miserably. "Shhh pretty girl, don't wake up the entire house now." He put his hand over your mouth lightly, smiling down at you.

You moaned against Kylo's hand as he began to pick up his pace slightly. He removed his hand to kiss you, his tongue winning dominance over the inside of your mouth.

Kylo pulled away to admire you, his thrusts were still gentle, but he was unrelenting on that sensitive spot, hitting it with each snap of his hips.

"Ky-kylo... m'gonna c-cum... feels so good." You whined, unable to form a coherent sentence.

"Yeah?" He moaned slightly, out of breath and nearing his own climax. "Go ahead, cum on my cock."

Your vision went blurry as you came undone beneath him, the tight coil in your abdomen bursting into fireworks of endless pleasure.

"Just like that, pretty girl. You're doing so good, Fuck." Kylo whispered in your ear, easing you through your orgasm as his hand rested over your mouth to muffle your moans.

After a few more thrusts he came to a halt with a groan, burying himself deep inside of you as he came. "Fuck- shit! You feel so fucking good." He hissed.

As Kylo came down from his high, he breathed heavily, smiling down at you before kissing you again. He pulled away, pulling out of you. You whined, which caused him to chuckle slightly. You watched as he took the condom off, throwing it in the trash before slipping his boxers back on, and retrieving his band t-shirt and your underwear from the floor.

He sat back on the bed and gently dressed you, his shirt hanging off of your much smaller frame. "You look so pretty in my clothes." He smirked at you, pulling your covers over the two of you before taking you into his arms.

You rested your head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat flutter. "Thank you." You whispered softly.

Kylo chuckled. "For what, pretty girl?" He played with your hair.

"For making my first time memorable. It was really, really good..." You trailed off sleepily.

You heard his heartbeat falter at your comment and you smiled. He ran his fingers through your hair. "You don't have to thank me for that, I've wanted to do this for a while now." Kylo waited for an answer but it never came. He sighed, smiling as he realized you had fallen asleep on him. This was a feeling he could get used to.

The following morning, you two were awoken by the sound of your mother knocking on your bedroom door. Kylo was immediately alert, scrambling out of bed and grabbing his remaining clothes before ducking under your bed as you silently laughed at him.

"Yeah?" You called out to your mother.

She entered, looking around your room. "I'm going to the grocery store, do you want anything... where did you get that shirt." She stared at the Slipknot t-shirt you were wearing that was three sizes too big for you.

You looked down at yourself, before looking back at her. "I'm doing laundry right now and Kylo left it in Finn's room a long time ago." You lied through your teeth. "And no, I don't want anything."

"Hm, okay... And close that window, the heat is on and its freezing in here!" She motioned to your open window before leaving, shutting the door behind her.

You fell back onto your pillow, shutting your eyes and smiling at the sound of Kylo's laughter beneath you.

[ladythornofrivia]

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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Kylo Ren/Ben Solo x Reader Queen Charlotte Au

You are Charlotte, he is George

There are elements of "magic"/the force, hope it's not awful. I don't usually write for Kylo

It had been months. Almost seven months since you had the pleasure of seeing your husband. You two were an arranged marriage and by all accounts the separation should've been blissful, except it wasn't. You missed him. He was dark and broody but he was kind to you. He treated you with such devotion that you couldn't have stopped the growing feelings.  

Your mind often wandered, imagining what he could possibly be doing. What that slimy advisor Snoke would be forcing him to do. Snoke was ancient and you suspected that had something to do with the dark magic he practised. The man was powerful but nothing compared to Kylo’s potential.

You supported the pursuit of knowledge and would never deprive your husband of his calling however you had told him to steer clear of the dark side. It was basic knowledge, blood magics and dark spells took a toll and you just so happened to enjoy Kylo's company. You would be distraught if anything was to happen to him. 

You'd find out what was going on soon enough. Having ordered Hux to take you to him after you both rolled your eyes at another excuse, both suspicious and annoyed at the blatant lies they were feeding their Queen. Hux, bless him, had tried to get any information he could for you and he had actually become something of a companion in your lonesome months. 

The estate came into view and you had to force your body still. Eager enough to see your King that you could tear the carriage door open and sprint to him. It was a testament to your upbringing that you didn't, instead just bouncing one leg as the horses leisurely trotted up to the entrance. 

Staff had seen you arrive and were waiting to greet their Queen with apprehensive, almost frightened expressions.

Your door was opened and you stepped out of the cart with ease being led a few paces to a man who you vaguely recognised as the King's Secretary. 

“Your Majesty, what a pleasant surprise.” He bowed. “Do forgive us, we weren't expecting company.” 

You were never a fan of this man, he was cold to you (as most were) in the beginning and you couldn't shake the feeling that he wasn't looking out for the King's best interest. He cared for the monarchy, yes, but not for Kylo. Perhaps that was why you responded sarcastically, “I didn't realise I needed an invitation to my own estate.

The man’s smile tightened and you could see his jaw flex. “Of course not, shall we prepare some tea to relax you from your long journey?” He gestured to the entrance stairs. 

You shook your head. “I am here for my husband.” 

That visibly changed all of the staff's posture. Everyone stiffened; everyone's eyes widened displaying pity. The man in front of you was no different but he had the unfortunate task of addressing the Queen. “H-he is training at this present moment. I don't think it is wise to-”

“Hux?” You interrupted. “Did we come all this way for tea?” 

“No, your Majesty.” Hux responded. He was just as tired as you. Why were they stalling your meeting? What had become of Kylo during these months? Was he harmed? Was he distant? 

“Then I suggest we find my husband.” You hiked up your skirts and strode, past everyone, up the stairs. 

This house was one of the largest and you had only been here twice so suffice to say you were lost without guidance but you kept your head held high and made it your mission to find a study. Where else would the training be? Perhaps outside but you would search the gardens after you'd finished inside. 

You entered and exited countless empty rooms, they were decorated but void of life. As though they hadn't been touched in years, of course they were dusted and kept fresh but you knew your husband hadn't been in them. You could tell.

“Hux, am I going mad?” You sighed. “Have we been going in circles?” 

“No, we haven't.” Your shadow replied. “Pryde. Are you intentionally vexing your Queen?” 

The other man was clearly uncomfortable. “I am trying to spare her.” 

“What does that mean?” You frowned. What was he sparing you from? Why would he feel the need? “Elaborate!”

Pryde’s mouth opened and closed before he relented. “I will take you to the King, but do remember Snoke has deemed this necessary and sworn us to secrecy.” 

You were frantically nodding and motioned for him to lead the way. Pryde led you to a set of stairs and descended down to what you assumed was the servants quarters. It was refreshing to see a space that was lived in but worrisome that the King was not present upstairs. Pryde walked even further down and brought you and Hux into a cavaness pathway. It was dark and dank and smelt awful but you pushed on. 

Hux was quick to steady you as you walked on uneven rocks, one arm under yours and the other on top. Your anxiety was through the roof and in the moment you didn't care, your fingers weaved through his and you squeezed his hand for support. 

You were holding hands before you heard the scream. 

“Is that-?” Your words were cut off by another louder howl. You noticed Pryde had paled when he gave you a nod. 

The nod was all you needed to sprint. You'd dropped Hux’s hand in order to hold your skirts and you bolted (as fast as one could in a corseted gown) towards the noise. 

The screaming hadn't ceased but it was less frequent as you stumbled towards a now visible door. 

“Open it!” You demanded and Pryde's shaky hands found the key chain but could not stay still enough to pick the correct one. You snatched the metal from his hand and tried two before the third unlocked the bulky door.

Two guards were quick to step back as you forced your way into the room. 

“I am not to be interrupted!” Snoke yelled at the door. He was facing away from you, staring at the pathetic body strapped to a chair. Your heart lurched when you saw the body for who it was. Your husband was chained to the chair, his body convulsing and muttering.

“UNCHAIN HIM!” Your voice demanded.  

Snoke jumped at your voice and quickly gave you a bow. “My Qu-” 

“What are you waiting for? Unchain the King!” You didn't know your voice could get that loud, that angry, but it had the desired effect. Two servants undid his shackles and stared at you awaiting their next order. “Get. Out.”

The words juxtaposed the previous shout. They were quiet, still full of venom but barely a whisper. Despite this the five men in the room heard them and they were quick to make their exits. 

Now you and Hux stood in the dark room, both scanning your husband trying to keep your eyes on him and not the room. There were candles lighting shelves of books, there were doctors tools on an unsanitary side table, large weapons attached to the wall, dark stains on the floors and walls and an obscene amount of shackles.

“Kylo.” You whispered, taking slow steps towards him. 

Your husband didn't respond. He didn't even look at you. He was physically in the room but you could tell mentally he was elsewhere. 

You steeled yourself and forced the tremors in your hands to cease before delicately reaching out to his left cheek - a scar that looked painful adorned his right. The pads of your fingers barely made contact when Kylo jerked away. His eyes landed on you but there was no recognition. 

“K-Kylo?” You tried again and this time he let you touch him. “Ben?” There was a spark behind his dark eyes but as soon as it appeared it vanished. 

What had gone on in this room? What happened to your love? 

Putting on the calmest, soothing voice you asked, “Ben, can you sit up?” 

The man didn't respond - could he? - but he did as you asked. There were a few winces as he sat upright but otherwise he made no complaint. 

“I'm going to put a hand on your back.” You let him know your actions beforehand and he didn't jolt at the touch. “And I'm going to bring you forward.” Kylo allowed you to guide him towards you. Letting you rest his head on your chest. 

You remember when you'd first realised he was just slightly shorter than you when sitting. It was a fond memory, one that ended in shared laughter and passionate kissing. But now the memory would be tainted. Now you could only see how small he was. He wasn't an imposing figure, merely a hurt man. 

With the hand that rested on his back you traced nonsensical shapes and patterns. The other hand found itself untangling his hair. It had gotten longer, left unbrushed and uncut.

“It's okay Ben.” You repeated the words to him, laying your cheek on top of his head. It didn't matter that he didn't recognise you, nor that he wasn't hugging you back, the only thing that did matter was that he was okay. That he was calm enough to leave this place. 

You had no idea how long you stood there kissing his crown and promising things were okay. No idea how long Hux, forever your shadow, watched you both. 

You'd taken to humming and tracing ‘I love you's on his spine when the King pulled away from your embrace. He was present in the room, you could tell immediately from his eyes. 

The implications being that he had seen a false vision of you stung your heart. “Of course I'm real, love.” 

The same eyes that were staring into your soul. Eyebrows pinches and mouth agape. He muttered your name before croaking, “are you real?”

Kylo's hands left his side and found themselves on your hips. You could see his wrists were cut and bruised from being chained but forced your gaze elsewhere. He took a deep breath before nodding to himself. “Yes, you are.” 

“I missed you.” You caressed his cheek. “And I love you.” 

The words had hardly left your lips when he was responding. “I love you.” It was desperate. He needed you to know. 

You both embraced each other fully. His face in the crook of your neck as you hunched to hug him. His trembling fingers clutched the fabric of your dress on your spine, barely grazing your nape. There were a few sniffles but no tears fell, you made sure to check; being as careful as you could to swipe under each eye.

“How are you here?” Kylo's voice was less hoarse now, clearer as you imagine was his mind. 

“I missed you and I forced Hux to bring me.” Your fingers carded through his locks. “I wish I came sooner.” 

“No, this- this is necessary.” He looked ashamed. “Snoke said this was needed to be a great ruler.” 

“I think it is time we stopped listening to that dinosaur.” The first syllable of your name formed on his lips but you shook your head. “Shh, we can discuss that later.” You glanced over your shoulder at Hux in the doorway. “How long was the walk here?”

“Fifteen or twenty minutes?” Hux shrugged one shoulder. “It felt longer.”

“Right, love.” You held Kylo's chin. “Are you able to stand?” 

Kylo considered your question, doubt splattered across his whole being. His eyes scanned your face before they met Hux over your shoulder. He nodded. “Of course. I may need help.” 

Hux was immediately at his side. You scooted your skirts out of Kylo's way and propped an arm under his. You and Hux, together, hoisted Kylo upright. His legs were wobbly from disuse but he forced himself to be strong. He didn't want you to see him in this pathetic state, the least he could do was walk in a semi-straight line. 

The height difference did interfere with you helping but Kylo placed a sturdy hand on your shoulder and allowed you to take what weight Hux wasn't holding up. 

If walking to the torture room was hard walking from it was impossible. Your heels caught and ankles twisted, Kylo's winces echoed through the cavern and Hux slipped on what you sincerely hoped was water. The three of you eventually emerged from the hallway after several breaks and you'd never been happier to see servants quarters. 

A pink Hux puffed out a breath, leaning his palm on his thigh. “Sorry, your Majesty.” 

“It's completely fine.” You dismissed the apology, out of breath yourself. “My husband is pure muscle.” A hand met his peck and you smiled up to him. 

Kylo smirked down at you and fixed your hair. He must have knocked your headpiece askew when in the dark. “You're beautiful.” 

The conviction in which he spoke always had you bashful. “Stop.” 

“It's true.” 

“Kylo, come on.” 

“I love you.” 

“And I you.” 

His smile widened, pulling at the edge of his scar. He didn't let that dampen the mood but you could see the pain behind his eyes. 

“Hux?” You tore your gaze away from the King. “Can you draw a bath for the King? And have a room prepared, I will need my things brought as we will be moving here until the King is better.” 

Hux nodded once and left to fulfil the tasks. 

Kylo spoke once Hux’s footsteps had stopped, “you don't have to move here.” 

“Of course, I do.” You spoke, leaving no room for arguments. “Once you're better we can decide where to live but before I will stay by your side.” 

“I can only get better by doing what we were in that room.” His eyes flickered back at the door you'd just closed. 

“No. No more of that.” 

“It’s-” 

“No Kylo. I refuse that.” Your head shook. “I will not allow that.” 

“But Sno-” 

“Snoke doesn't matter.” 

“He helps-” 

But you refused to have that creature defended. Snoke was a disease that should be eradicated. “If you do one thing for me in this marriage. Just one. It is to leave that behind. You don't need magic to be a good ruler, you are one.” You plead. “I will do anything you ask if you leave those - that torture - behind.” 

“He-” Kylo bit his cheek, the words leaving him in stuttered half sentences. “He said you'd- said you'd get hurt. You'd-” 

“Kylo, please. You can't believe that.” 

“I don't know.” His eyes found the floor. "I've seen- I don't know."

You captured his hands in yours and plastered a bright smile on your face. “Look, we will talk more about this after your bath, after arrangements are made and when we are settled in bed.” 

The two of you steadily made your way to your allocated bedroom. There was a tub that had been filled and luckily was devoid of any oils or soaps. You were loath to find out if the scarring ran underneath his sweat stained clothes, you couldn't handle causing him any more pain. 

“Right, love, are you ready for a bath?"

Kylo gave you a nonverbal nod. 

You grinned at him and helped him out of the tunic. He had no cuts or scars but there were bruises along his ribs and, once the trousers were off, his hip. 

“Are you able to get into the tub?” 

He merely nodded again and eased himself in the water. 

You helped him by washing his back and shoulders. Scrubbing his nails and cleaning his chest. It didn't matter that the front of your dress was damp and your corset wasn't made for you to bend in this fashion. Kylo leaned his head back and let his hair fan out in the water.

He looked so peaceful. 

Like he had when you first met him. 

His eyes were shut and the shadow his lashes created hid the dark spots under each eye. You had carefully cleaned his scar and it looked a lot better now there was no dried blood. 

He looked at ease. 

“My love.” You hummed, tracing his facial features. 

“Yes?” He cracked open a tired eye. 

“I'm so happy to be with you again.” You bent to kiss the tip of his nose. 

He angled his face and captured your lips instead. A gasp left you and you allowed him to lead the kiss until a yawn erupted from him. 

“Come on, let's get you to bed.” You rose from the side of the tub and helped him out of the dirty water. You wrapped a towel around his midsection and pointed him towards your shared bed. 

He noted your pause as he sat on the mattress. “Are you not joining me?” 

“I am, although, I do just want to make sure Hux has everything in order before I settle.” 

Kylo looked visibly distressed at the mere idea you were leaving. 

“I promise I will be back.” He didn't look relieved. “Here-” you took your ring off and handed it to him. “-I will be back for that.”

“Your mother's ring.” Kylo held the metal as though it was a baby bird, it was so very precious he was afraid of breaking it.

“You know I'd do anything for that ring.” You kissed his crown. “I will be back for it.” 

Leaving Kylo was very hard. You didn't want to and you knew he was anxious for your return but you had to see Hux. You needed to know everything would be okay before you relaxed. 

Your secretary was having a hushed discussion with Pryde. Each party looked unamused. 

“Hux.” You announced your entrance. “My things?” 

“On route, your Majesty.” 

“And Snoke?” 

“He is still on the premises. He's in the study.”

“Pryde.” The other man straightened. “I will let you stay for now but the second my husband is uncomfortable with you, you are gone.” 

He nodded and you turned on your heel to deal with the creature. 

“Your Majesty.” Snoke addressed you. “Allow me to explain my methods.” 

“No.” 

He raised his non-eyebrow. “But if you would just listen.”

“I have allowed you to corrupt and harm my husband for too long. You are to leave and never return. If I could order you to be destroyed without corrupting my soul I would, but I can't. I wish you the life you deserve.” You glanced at Hux. “Make sure he leaves.” 

With that you returned to Kylo. On route you caught a maid and asked her to loosen your dress. Blessedly, she did it with ease and the bodice was off with no problem. Once that was off you undid your top skirt and stepped out of it. You untied the hoop skirt and left that on the floor too with your undershirt and stockings. You placed the crown on a side table and unpinned your locks. Arriving at the door naked you slipped into the room and smiled at his dozing body. 

He had fallen asleep sitting up awaiting your arrival. Your ring was still clutched in his hand and you just took him in. He was so handsome. You'd never tire of his appearance. 

You sat yourself on the side of the bed and plucked your ring from him, sliding it back onto your right hand. 

“Kylo, darling, let's lay down.” You shuffled him down into a more comfortable position. One eye cracked open and he pulled you in close. 

“Love you.” He muttered into your ear. 

“I love you, more."

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S & K : The Queen's Guards

Sandor Clegane x Fem!Reader x Kylo Ren

Summary: After being named heir to the throne, your father brings you two men to be your guards.

Warning: NSFW, cursing, kissing, we are fucking them ladies, throuple because why not!

A/N: TBH this fanfic was never going to see the light of day because i was so nervous how people would react but I haven't seen a Sandor x Kylo fanfic so fuck it. Here ya'll go, enjoy! -L || Border Credit: @cafekitsune

Word Count: 9.9K

You were grateful that you have been bestowed with two guards to protect you. They were given the order to follow your every move and stay by your side since your father named you heir to the throne. Most were happy that you were heir while others condemned it to be the most horrific thing known. A woman sitting on the throne was a joke for them.

Blessed to have a father like yours, he quieted the people that had doubts and reminded them that his word is law.

At first you dreaded the idea of two unknown men in your company but your father insisted since they were the best. While being introduced to them you will never forget how they stared down at you with their dark eyes. You couldn't help but blush under their gaze. You learned that they were both second born sons and that they didn't have much but they were highly skilled. They were new to the kingdom and looking to offer their service. They had gotten through your father’s difficult test and proven their loyalty to him. They were both granted to protect and serve you.

The first guard was named Sandor Clegane. He was the tallest and the oldest. Your father had mentioned to you about his appearance before arriving. Sandor's right side of his face was burned. You were a bit relieved when you saw him for yourself because your father made it seem like Sandor was a grotesque monster but he wasn't. The unburnt side of Sandor’s face was handsome. He had a thick brow and brown eyes. His hair was long down to his neck, he had parted his hair to the side to mask the burn side of his face. He had facial hair, his beard and mustache were thick and dark.

The second guard was named Kylo Ren. Kylo was tall but fell a few feet shorter than Sandor. Kylo gave you a smile when he first saw you. His plushy lips twisted upward at you. He had long dark locks that went down to his shoulders. His beard and mustache was neatly trimmed then Sandor’s. Beauty marks were splattered on his face and he was leaner than the older guard.

Small talks between your father and you occur as they continue to stare at you.

“I do this for your safety, my dear. One day all of this will be yours and there are people out there that will try to take it away from you.” Your father walked in front of you and placed his hands on your shoulders.

“I accept them.” You told him.

Your father stood behind you as Sandor and Kylo kneel in front of you and swore their allegiance, their protection to the heir to the throne. Something melted in your chest at the sight of these men kneeling in front of you. Many had knelt in front of you but these two had sparked something in you.

The first week was the hardest, since they were going to follow you everywhere to get to know your routines. You decided to get to know them more. You found out Kylo was more social than Sandor.

Sandor kept to himself, mostly drinking a cup of wine while Kylo talked about himself. You found out Kylo had a twin brother named Ben. Kylo was the second twin born. You gave your condolences to Kylo when he mentioned that Ben died at war.

Kylo was flirtatious with everyone and he was charming when he wanted. You noticed wandering eyes from the servants looking up and down at him while serving the meals and drinks. Some servants who weren’t afraid of Sandor tried to talk to him but he ignored them or just told them to ‘fuck off.’

It was a month later when you found out more about Sandor's life. Kylo had left to do a task for your father so it was just both of you. You were sitting down on the loveseat in the library while Sandor stood by the entrance. After a few minutes of begging the tall man to sit down with you, he obeyed. Finally able to wear out his cold exterior, Sandor told you about his life and how he got hurt. His older brother had pushed his face against the burning coal of the fire when he was a child. His older brother was still alive and causing havoc far away from here.

Sandor had come to this place for a fresh start in life. Sandor’s body tensed when he felt you grab his hand. He wanted to curse at you for touching him but he couldn't, not when you were looking up at him like that. You looked at him like he was a normal man, you looked at him as you looked at Kylo.

“Thank you for telling me.” You told him as you pulled his hand on to your lap. His breathing came to a halt when you began to play with his fingers. Your thumb glides across his hard knuckles. You couldn’t help but smile when you compare your hands along with his. They were huge, they completely covered yours.

“My father said a good man should have rough hands. It means he’s a hard worker. I know for a fact you are a good and hardworking man.” Sandor was shocked by your compliment. He rarely got compliments back home. This was new for him, he didn’t know how to react. He just kept looking at you as you caressed his hand on your lap.

He finally had the courage to say something when the door of the library opened. He quickly ripped his hand away from your grasp as he stood up from the loveseat. He was about to draw his weapon but stopped when he saw it was Kylo. He ignored your stares as he walked away back to the doors. He couldn’t believe that he had gotten so distracted by you. A simple touch from you and he let his guard down.

Sandor and Kylo took turns when it came guarding you at night. You had told them that it’s outrageous to have someone standing guard at your door during the night but they simply told you that it’s their duty to protect you know matter what time of the day.

It had taken Sandor a week for you to finally convince him to come inside your room and take a seat on a chair so he could rest his legs. He had mentioned to you that he had injured his leg back home. It took a month for Kylo to finally come inside your room during the night and sit on the same chair as Sandor.

Kylo kept quiet while sitting near the fireplace. Kylo had to admit you were the nicest person he’s ever guarded. You always had a pitcher of water and a couple of books in the Latin language for him. He had mentioned to you once that he adores reading in Latin and the very next day you have gotten books for him. One night you couldn’t sleep, you tossed and turned in your bed. It was Kylo’s turn guarding you that night. He had seen that you were unable to sleep and had suggested reading to you in Latin. You knew nothing of the language, but hearing his soft, deep voice relaxed you. After a few minutes of him reading out loud to you, you were fast asleep

What you didn’t know was that as soon as you were asleep. Kylo and Sandor couldn’t help but look at you. They stood by the end of the bed. They envy the sheets and blankets that touched your body. Whenever it was Sandor’s turn he was too frightened to even touch you so he stared. He felt so unworthy to even touch you. He wanted to touch the hand that touched him. You had no problem grabbing onto him whenever he guarded you during the day. You don’t even ask permission to hold his hand or his arm. He felt like he needed permission from the Gods themselves to even touch you.

Kylo looks over at you when he hears soft snoring. He carefully gets up trying not to make a sound as he walks to your bed. He knew it was wrong to touch you while you were sleeping but he couldn’t help it. He enjoys the touch of your hair. It was soft to him, with shaky hands he touches your fingers as well. His lips tremble to kiss them. Kylo admits he’s a sinner, he’s always been one. He was always in the company of women to feel something. To feel whole but it never worked but being in your company was something else. Something pure and something out of love.

As the days became months and the months had become years it was two years since Kylo and Sandor became your guards. They knew their job was going to get harder when your father became ill. He was unfit to be king anymore and because of it, people in the realm started to second guess your father’s decision of choosing you as the heir to the throne.

It had happened so quickly when your father was bedridden when a lord from a house had spoken out.

“Let me remind you of this, Lord Peter of House Mancen.” Sandor watched as you stood up from your seat. He wanted to cut this man's head off for barging in and disrupting the council's meeting.

“Two years ago, the King of this realm had appointed me as the heir of the throne.” Kylo watched as you walked towards the man while you spoke.

“It is my duty, my birthright and my throne. Let this be known and tell anyone who has doubts. I will be queen, I will rule and I will defend my throne from anyone who is stupid enough to try and take it away from me.”

Lord Peter of House Mancen frowned as you walked back to your seat. Sandor and Kylo were quick to move when they saw the man reach for something.

“Stop.” You shouted. Kylo and Sandor froze as well as the Lord.

“This is your last and only warning, Lord Peter of House Mancen. Speak out of turn or betray me, I will end you. I will end your house and I will end your family. I will make your house disappear, I promise you that.”

“Shut the door on your way out.” You said when the Lord didn’t speak. He bowed at you and walked out, shutting the door behind him. The council continued and ended successfully. You didn’t notice how Sandor and Kylo looked proud at you from behind.

The proud look on their faces turned into pity when your father had passed in his sleep two days later. Sandor and Kylo had put their differences aside even though they worked together for two years now, they still had a few issues among themselves. They did it when you became depressed the first few days after your father’s death. Only your ladies-in-waiting entered in and out of your chambers. Sandor and Kylo couldn’t help but feel a bit sad at the fact you didn’t want to see them. They heard your cries and the voices of your ladies-in-waiting consoling you behind your chambers door.

A week after they were allowed to enter your chambers. It was the day of your coronation, they stood in awe as you stood in front of your mirror. You looked over your shoulder at them. You turned to face them and greeted them with a small smile.

“Forgive me, Sandor and Kylo. I haven’t been myself these few days. I was embarrassed of both of you seeing me in such a state.”

Kylo shook his head. “No need to be embarrassed. I..” Kylo stuttered for a moment and quieted down.

“Speak.” You said softly looking at him. Sandor eyed the brunette and knew what he was going to say. They had talked before entering your chambers.

“I know we are your guards but I would like for you to think of us as..” Kylo’s cheek grew red as he couldn’t finish his sentence. He couldn’t help himself. You looked so beautiful in front of them.

“Friends.” Sandor spoke, finishing Kylo’s sentence. Sandor felt the same way. “You can think of us as close friends, perhaps. If you like.”

They watched as your smile grew and walked closer to them. Without a word you grabbed one of their hands and gently gave them a squeeze.

“Yes, I would like that very much.” Looking up at them, you give them a smile. Before any of them can respond, you bring Kylo’s hand up to your lips, pressing a kiss on his knuckles. You did the same with Sandor’s hand.

Kylo and Sandor knew nothing more could happen between you and them. You were to be queen and they were just simply guards. No relationship can come from it but your kiss, a simple gesture made their hearts blossom for you. They were utterly in love with you.

The coronation was beautiful. They stood on either side at the bottom steps of the throne as they watched you walk down the aisle. You wore a white and red dress with a long cape trailing behind you. You walked with poise and your head held high as everyone stood by the sidelines. You were nervous, you were frightened that something would happen. You looked ahead at the two pairs of brown eyes and you felt confident. Kylo had told you that they made sure no one had a weapon with them. Sandor had his own men guarding each entrance of the grand hall.

You felt safe as you sat down on your throne and the crown was placed on your head. The people cheered with glee as you were announced the Queen. Kylo and Sandor walked up the steps and bow, taking their place behind you.

The sight of you sitting down with two large, virile men standing on either side of you looked like a painting. Their eyes were dark and narrowed as they stared at the crowd. Their silver armor they wore was polished, the red cape hung from their broad shoulders was a bright red, the color of the Queen’s guards.

A year has passed and many have come to terms that you were queen. Few had their doubts and it made you angry. You were honorable and merciful. You kept Kylo and Sandor as your personal guards. Since you became queen, they were the only people you trusted with your life. They were your only friends and your only true companion.

Kylo remained coquet. You often listen to your ladies-in-waiting gossiping about seeing Kylo with another lady. Part of you didn’t mind it, he was a guard, a friend nothing more but he would compliment you and make you feel like you were the only woman in the world. He made you blush and feel warm inside.

The feeling was the same with Sandor. You feel his gaze when he guards you. Unlike Kylo, Sandor was quieter and kept to himself. He talked only when spoken to. He tended to keep to himself but whenever bothered he had a vile tongue. Just when you thought you were making progress by breaking down Sandor’s wall to finally make him feel comfortable with you it would blow up in your face. A simple touch, he would draw back. If you got close to him, you saw how his lips were pressed together into a frown. Sandor had his good and bad days and Kylo knew that. He would bother Sandor when he noticed the older guard in a mood just for kicks.

They didn't get along, they were like cats and dogs and while Sandor kept to himself Kylo was more open with everyone. Sandor rolls his eyes every time Kylo would flirt whenever they passed by a woman. Somedays he would yell at Kylo to shut the fuck up. Kylo was too cocky and always had a smirk which Sandor hated.

“Are you done looking at her?” Kylo looked over his shoulder as Sandor stood guard by the door. He rolled his eyes at Sandor and went back to the same position as Sandor. His back to the door.

“Just making sure she’s alright.” Sandor scoffs at Kylo’s words.

“Trying to get a peek more like it, you ass.” Kylo clenched his jaw.

“Like you haven't tried it.” Kylo answered back, making Sandor turn to him with a frown.

“Don't try to deny it. I see how you look at her. You probably think about her whenever you're alone.”

“Fuck you.” Sandor snarled at him as he looked away from Kylo. Embarrassment washed over Sandor, he always made sure Kylo never saw him staring at you.

Kylo let out a chuckle. “It’s like you think you might have a chance with her. We are nobody compared to her.”

“Even if we were somebody, I doubt she will pick yo-” Sandor quickly pushed Kylo against the wall with his arm against Kylo’s throat. Kylo let out a gasp as Sandor pushed his arm harder against his neck. Kylo looked up at the man and Sandor gave him a scowl.

“Do you want to end up like your brother?” Sandor hissed, making Kylo glare at him at the mention of his deceased brother.

“Fuck you.” Kylo said with a hoarse voice. His face was about to turn red but Sandor let him go. Kylo coughed as he held his neck with his hands while looking at Sandor walking back to his post.

“If she had to pick it would be me-”

You were about to thank the seamstress as she took notes of your measures when you heard shouting. You quickly walked out of the room and looked down the hall to see your guards fighting each other. Their swords banged each other as they shouted. You looked between them as Kylo yells at him. Sandor was stronger though and got Kylo to fall on his back but Kylo was quicker and blocked Sandor’s steel that was aiming for his head.

“Enough.” You shouted as you walked towards them. They stopped at the sound of your voice. Their eyes widen at the angry sight of you and knelt down on one knee. You watched as both men looked down at the ground waiting for you.

“What happened?” You questioned them. They both were out of breath as they looked up. They didn't know what to say. Both were ashamed that you had to witness them. They were fighting like children over you.

“Such boys.” You said as you shook your head at them. They quickly rose up when you started to walk away from them.

“No.” You shouted when you looked over your shoulder to see them following you. You pointed a finger at them, “I discharged both of you tonight. I don't need boys to guard me. When you're done acting like one, come to my chambers.”

They watched as you turned around and walked away. Kylo let out a sigh and put his sword back to his scabbard, Sandor let out a tsk and looked away.

Kylo didn't want to end badly with Sandor. Kylo wanted to continue guarding you and servicing you. He wasn't going to let Sandor get in the way of that. Kylo wasn't stupid, he knew the older man had a crush on you. He knew it because he himself had one on you as well.

“I’m sorry.” Kylo said. Sandor remained silent as he looked at Kylo. He didn’t trust Kylo, he was waiting for Kylo to attack again since you were gone but he didn’t.

“Let me buy you a pint as an apology.” Sandor let out a sigh and nodded. He followed Kylo as they walked down the hall. He wasn’t going to say no to free ale.

The tavern outside the castle was filled that night. The serving girl quickly got Kylo and Sandor a table and a pitcher of a dark ale when she saw the sigil of royalty on their armor. Sandor sat across from Kylo as they shared a pitcher of ale.

“Sorry about bringing up your brother.” Sandor said after the first cup of ale. Kylo looked up from his own cup. He was surprised that Sandor spoke to him. He thought the night was going to be quiet.

“It’s fine.” Kylo said. Sandor watched as Kylo looked back down at his cup.

“You miss him?” Kylo nods at Sandor. “He was my best friend. We were twins. The day he died, a piece of me died with him.”

“Do you miss your brother?” Kylo asked. Sandor didn’t answer, he only shook his head no.

“How do you know about him?” Sandor asked as he looked around the tavern.

“I was there that day in the library.” Kylo said shyly, he looked at Sandor who was now glaring at him.

“Motherfuc-.”

“I’m sorry. I was walking in to relieve you when I heard you speaking to her.” Kylo said before Sandor could finish.

“If you tell anyone about this.” Kylo shook his head.

“I won’t but can I just say I do hope your brother dies. I can’t imagine ever hurting my brother like that.” Sandor took a gulp of his drink before answering.

“I hope he dies too.”

“You think he’ll follow you here?” Kylo asked.

“Why you asking so much fucking questions?!” Sandor growled at Kylo. Kylo tossed his hands up showing defeat and sighed.

“Just asking questions. Trying to get to know you better.” Kylo said, making Sandor roll his eyes.

“You talk to fucking much.” Sandor commented.

“Well if we are going to guard the Queen. We might as well try to get along. She was pretty upset when she saw fighting.”

Sandor was about to agree when he saw a young girl walking behind Kylo with a smile. She wore a dress too small that showed her curves and her cleavage was about to spill over the bodice she wore on top of the dress.

“Well, hello there.” The woman said as she placed a hand on Kylo’s shoulder.

“You look pretty lonely here. Want some company?” Sandor looked away as he poured more ale into his cup.

He was shocked when Kylo rejected the woman’s offer and told her he’s busy. Sandor looked at the young woman who had a surprised face, she couldn’t believe that he rejected her.

“She could have made you happy.” Sandor told him as they both looked over at the girl who was making her way towards another table.

“I don’t want her.” Kylo said, grabbing the pitcher from the table.

“The queen then?” Sandor asked.

“Yeah. Just like you, Clegane.” Sandor shook his head about to disagree.

“Fucking hell, I know you do because I heard the maids gossiping about you.” Sandor made a face as Kylo spoke.

“What did they say?”

Kylo grinned. “You haven’t fucked anyone since you started guarding her even before that when you came to the kingdom.”

“That has nothing to do with me wanting her.”

“Sandor! Men fuck. It’s what we do. We kill and we fuck. You want her or you just want cock, do tell me. There’s a stable boy who might be a fit for you.”

“I don’t like cock.” Sandor stated.

“You’re quite popular though. The maids at the castle want to see what you got hiding under that armor .” Sandor shook his head.

“You are popular. Even the Queen looks at you. I catch her plenty of times staring at you, especially when you’re fighting in tournaments. You with that helmet shaped like a wolf.”

“It’s a hound.” Sandor corrected him and continued on. “She watches you as well. When you’re riding or reading that damn book in Latin.”

“Guess she looks at both of us.” Kylo said.

It was about midnight when Kylo and Sandor decided to go back to the castle. Sandor had to admit Kylo was interesting. He wasn’t like anyone he met in King’s Landing. Kylo spoke more about his brother after the fourth pitcher of ale. He told Sandor how his twin brother fell in love with a lady from a house. A girl named Rey and Ben had gone to war for her. Kylo went with Ben since he always follows his brother no matter what. Ben died protecting Kylo during the war. At the end it was for nothing, Rey didn’t mourn for his brother. Not even a single tear was shed for his brother. Kylo told Sandor she got married with some lord the following days. Kylo has been alone since then doing all sorts of jobs to get him by. The ale got to Sandor too, the older man told Kylo about his fights in King’s Landing and how he used to guard a little bitch prince who was the product of incest. He wouldn’t forget the sight of Kylo’s face when he told him that the Queen was fucking her twin brother. They both talked among themselves as they made it to the castle.

“We should apologize.” Kylo said standing outside of your chambers.

“Aye.” Sandor answered before knocking on the door.

They heard you grant permission to enter. Sandor was the first to enter, he felt Kylo walk beside him. Both stood still as they saw you sitting in front of your vanity. You wore your night clothes, a dark red robe over your pink nightgown. You kept staring at yourself at the mirror as you brushed your hair.

“My queen.” Kylo said after clearing his throat. “If this is a bad time, we will come back tomorrow.”

“No.” You said putting the hairbrush down and looking at them through the mirror. You turned around and rose up from your chair.

“You're done being childish?” You asked them.

“Aye, we're sorry, your grace.” Sandor told you as you walked towards them. You crossed your arms over your chest.

“Why were you fighting?” You asked them as you looked between them.

When they didn’t respond quick enough you spoke again. “Are you both not happy with me?” Their eyes widened at your words. Guilt filled their hearts at the thought of you thinking they weren’t content with you.

“Haven't I been kind? Not generous enough?” You asked knowing damn well that can’t be the reason. They get paid well for guarding you.

“I let you fuck with whoever you want and not say a word.” You told Kylo who’s face paled.

“Do you know the embarrassment I go through when someone tells me that my guard has been seen half naked coming out of the servants quarters?”

You looked at Sandor. “I kept my promise to you about not speaking about your past. I had lied to my father for you before he passed away. The council will have my head if they found out the reason why you left Westeros. My throne would be in jeopardy for keeping a secret like that.”

Sandor dropped his head. You looked at them both with a pained expression. “The servants have heard and seen your little fight. It spread like wildfire through the castle. They think I'm incapable of handling both of you.”

You walked away from them as you shook your head. “They look for ways to find anything wrong with me so they can take my throne.

“Tell me at once. Why were you both fighting?” You shouted. “If you don't then leave and never come back.”

“We want you.” Sandor's mouth dropped at Kylo’s confession. He looked to the right to see Kylo staring at you.

“What?” You questioned looking at both of them.

“He’s right.” Sandor added, perhaps it was the ale running though his system but he knew they had to tell you the truth. It was the only way for them to continue to stay with you.

“You have me already. I don't understand.” Kylo shook his head at you.

“Not that way, your grace. We want you, all of you. We want to be with you.” Kylo told you.

“More than guards.” Sandor said, walking towards you. Sandor has never felt this way before towards a woman. You gave him sympathy, you treated him as a human something he's never experienced before. In some way it frightens him but if you were to reject him then he would leave, if you command it.

“I want you.” Sandor’s words came out in a whisper when he looked at you.

“Both of you do?”

“Yes.” Kylo answered you, he followed Sandor’s steps towards you.

“It was because of me you were fighting, then.” you walked closer to them. You smell the ale on them, they were awestruck when you grabbed their hands with your own. With Kylo, you grabbed his hand with your left hand and you grabbed Sandor with your right hand.

“Both of you smell like you have drunk the entire tavern. How do I know your words are true?” You asked them.

“The ale is helping with our confidence.” Kylo admits giving your hand a squeeze.

You took a deep breath as you looked at them. “Why do you think I have not accepted any proposal?” You asked them.

Sandor and Kylo looked at each other for a second before looking back at you. This was very true, the years they have been with you. You’ve rejected all the many proposals you received.

“I had hoped that one of you would step forward and claim me as theirs but now I have two.” You dropped their hands softly before backing away. Each of them looked disappointed. They can see you were deep in thought. You looked around your chambers then at them.

“If this happens. No fighting between both of you.” Sandor lets out a sigh of relief when you speak.

“This must be between us.” Sandor nodded.

“And I don’t share.” You said looking at Kylo. “Both of you would be mine and mine alone.”

You stared at Kylo wondering if he knew what you meant. You don’t think you have the stomach to see Kylo with another woman but what you are asking of him felt a bit selfish. You’re asking him to just be with you and only you.

A smile appears on Kylo’s handsome face. “I’m yours. Only yours.” He tells you.

Your smile matches his and you held yourself back because at that moment all you wanted to do was kiss him. You look over at Sandor. His face is stone cold, he has no expression on his face. You couldn’t read him.

“Sandor.” You whispered his name, hoping to find the answer you wanted. You wanted him to say yes, you wanted him to hold you and kiss you. You wanted those large hands on you, you wanted those lips and Kylo’s lips over your body.

“I’m yours. Only yours.” He said it with a sultry tone.

Your feet had a mind of their own, you walked towards them. You went to the closest to you, Kylo. His eyes were dripping with desire as you got close to him. Shaky hands make their way to his neck, he leans down to kiss you.

Sandor watches as Kylo cups your face as he kisses you. You pulled away, leaning your forehead against his. “I’m yours.” You whispered against his lips.

You pull away from Kylo and walk toward Sandor. You can’t help but smile at him as you step in front of him. His armor was cool under your touch as you went on your tiptoe to kiss him. Just as Kylo, Sandor leans down to kiss you. He copies Kylo’s move and cups your cheek. He doesn’t want to stop, how can he? He was just kissed by an angel. He feels your hands on his neck now, fingertips touching the ends of his hairs.

“Only yours.” You tell Sandor. You were caught by surprise when Sandor kissed you again. The kiss was soft and so desperate to taste you, you melted under his touch. You feel his hand on your waist, as he pulls away to kiss your neck. You gasped when you felt Kylo behind you kissing your shoulders.

“Before anything happens, the guard down the hall. Discharge him and come back.” You tell them, walking away from them. You dropped the robe as you looked over your shoulder at them while untying your nightgown.

“Hurry. Don't keep me waiting long.” You said before walking to your bed.

Sandor looks over at Kylo who was smirking as he stared at you.

“We lay with her?” Sandor asked as Kylo signaled him to join him to discharge the guard.

“No shit, I mean if you want to watch. That’s fine by me.” Kylo answered him while opening the door.

“I-I never laid with..” Kylo comes to a halt and stares up at him.

“You’re a virgin?!” Kylo’s eyes widened and Sandor rolled his eyes at him.

“Of course, not. I fucked back home. I just never fucked a woman with a man in the same bed.” Sandor wants to punch Kylo in the face when he starts to laugh.

“It’s not bad.” Kylo told him. “I’m not into men.” Sandor said and Kylo raised his brows at him.

“Me too but we both want her and by some miracle she wants us just as much as we want her.” Kylo said as he walked down the hall. Sandor followed him and waited for Kylo to speak with the guard.

“Look, let’s not fuck this up. You stay on one side and I’ll stay on the other side. If you happen to touch my dick then so be it, it’s not going to fall off.” Sandor's cheeks turn pink by Kylo’s word.

“I’m also hoping you won’t kill me if I accidentally touch you.” Kylo said as they watched the guard walk away.

“I just might depending where you touch.” Sandor said and Kylo shrugs shoulders.

“Do it after we do the deed.” Kylo said and they both walked back to you.

Sandor shuts the door behind him after Kylo walks in. Kylo looks over his shoulder at Sandor with a smirk, dark eyes shining with excitement. This is what they wanted, this is what they have been craving for so long and now you are here, ready to be devoured and pleased by them. Sandor unhooks Kylo’s cloak as he turns for the younger guard to do that same with his.

In sync, they took off their armor and weapons quickly and dropped it on the floor as they noticed candle lights appear further in the room. You were waiting for them.

Kylo glances over at Sandor when he is done removing his armor. He notices Sandor breathing heavily almost like he was afraid.

“Clegane.” Kylo whispers. Sandor looks down at him.

“Let’s get our girl.” Sandor nods before walking towards your bed, they notice the nightgown on the floor.

Kylo pulls the curtain showing your bed, you’re sitting in the middle of the bed with your back to the headboard. They noticed you were naked with only the sheets covering your chest. Kylo removes his black tunic shirt and he sees your eyes glue to his chest. Kylo’s chest is toned, his abs are defined and you can see scars on his body from his battles. Sandor does the same and you bite your bottom lip when you see Sandor’s chest. His chest is covered with dark coarse hairs. It went all the way down to his stomach.

Kylo notices how your eyes are drawn towards Sandor and he can’t help but feel a bit jealous of the older man.

“I have never done this before. Never with one man but now I have two. Be patient with me, I beg.” You tell them.

Kylo smiles and walks towards the bed. “You’re in luck, my queen. I happen to be a wonderful teacher.” You smile at Kylo as he sits down on the edge of bed.

“Perhaps my assistant would like to start you off.” Kylo said, looking over at Sandor.

Sandor licks his lips before walking to the bed and sits next to you. His eyes widen when you get close to him, the sheet drops from your chest.

“Fuck.” Sandor whispered as he got close to you.

You look at Kylo who smirks at your shyness. “Go on. Show our queen how a Westerosi kiss their woman.”

Sandor was glad Kylo urged him to make the move. It wasn’t the gods that gave him permission, but it will do. Sandor leans down to kiss your lips as you lean towards him. You moan when you feel his hands on your body. Kylo watched as Sandor held you in his arms as he kissed you. His hands ran up and down your back before settling on your hips. Kylo stands to remove his boots and trousers when Sandor gently pushes you down on the bed and gets between your legs.

You’re moaning as you raise your arms to wrap them around his neck. Kylo watches as Sandor pushes your legs open so he can get between them.

“You’re perfect.” Sandor says as he pulls away and looks down at your body. He cups one of your breasts and leans down to lick your nipple. You squeal when you feel his beard tickle your skin.

“Oh my- oh!” You moan when you feel Sandor suck on your nipples, throwing your head back. Your eyes shoot open when you feel him start to kiss your rib cage, all the way down to your stomach.

To your surprise you see Kylo ahead of you. He’s staring at Sandor and you. You bring a hand to your mouth when you see him jerking himself off. Kylo licked his lips at you when he noticed you’re staring at him pumping himself. You look down when you feel Sandor touch your cunt.

The bed dips down and you feel Kylo over you, his face comes from above. His dark curls frame his face, his eyes glistening with lust.

“He’s going to eat your cunt. He’s getting it ready for us.” Kylo says peeking at Sandor who was looking at him between your legs.

Kylo kisses your lips while Sandor kisses the lips between your legs, Kylo drinks your moans as Sandor slips his tongue into you. Kylo nips your chin as he cups your breast pinching your nipple, looking at you for your reaction.

“Lick them, please.” He obeys without a single thought.

Sandor looks up at you to see Kylo next to you, kissing you while he eats your cunt. He grows hard as he watches Kylo lick your nipples, his pink tongue swirling around the hard nipple.

“Wait-t-t. Please.” You cry out to Sandor who's feasting your cunt.

“You're going to cum, my queen. It’s okay.” Kylo whispered against your forehead before kissing it. He watches you as you arch your back, he continues to play with your nipples. He grins to himself when he hears your moaning as you tremble while coming undone.

Kylo catches his stare and raises a brow. “How does she taste, Clegane?”

“Heavenly.” Sandor said hoarsely as he licked his lips, making Kylo laugh. He looks down at you to move your hair out of your face.

“Did you hear?” He asked you. You nod while blushing. “You feel good?” You nod once more.

“I'll be back soon, I must have a taste for myself.” Kylo said, leaning down to kiss you on the lips. Kylo quickly gets off the bed and kneels next to Sandor.

“Both of you?” You asked as you spread your legs wider. “Is that what you want?” Kylo asked.

Sandor saw how your eyes widened and a blush appeared across your cheeks. You give them a nod.

Kylo winks at Sandor and kisses your inner thigh, Sandor notices your reaction and he copies it, kissing the right side of your inner thigh.

“Fuckk.” Kylo moans when he makes it to your cunt, kisses it softly, kissing your slick cunt, Sandor has done a number on you. He licks up and down your slit a few times as he touches himself. He looks at Sandor who's staring at him.

Sandor tense up when Kylo grabs one of his hands. “Give me your hand.” Sandor leans closer to him as Kylo uses the older guard fingers. He hushes you when you whimper when he softly slips Sandor’s finger into you.

“Yes, move it.” Kylo tells Sandor as he makes room for him to keep fingering you. Kylo licks your clit, kisses it, sucks on it as Sandor pumps his finger into you.

“Shit.” Kylo moans when he has a taste of your cunt. Sandor was right.

Kylo pulls Sandor’s finger and tells him to stick it in your mouth. “Give her a taste of her heavenly cunt.”

You open your mouth wide when Sandor laid next to you. He watched in surprise how you acted. You sucked his fingers, moaning at the taste of your slick on his thick digits.

“Sandor.” You whispered with a mouth filled with his fingers.

He pulls away to kiss you sweetly and gentle. He wants your first time to be good. He bumps his nose with yours and looks at Kylo.

“Look at him.” Sandor whispers in your ear as you whine in pleasure when Kylo puts your legs on his shoulders.

“It’s happening again.” You cry out as you grind yourself on Kylo’s face, his nose is pressing against your clit.

“That’s it.” Sandor tells you. “Cum all over his face.”

Sandor saw you looking between him and Kylo, when you reached your hand for Sandor’s face. He pressed his lips against yours as you came.

Sandor kissed your cheek, pressing chaste kisses on your face as you breathed heavily. You had thrown your head back trying to catch your breath. Sandor watches your body tremble, he just thinks to himself what a beautiful body you have. All these years you have been hiding this body under your gowns, your skin is glowing, covered in saliva and love bites that are already bruising on your body.

Kylo chuckles as he gently pushes your leg off his shoulder, and crawls on top of you. Sandor looks at him as he smiles wide down at you. His face is glistening as he licks his lips.

“Does it always feel good?” You asked as Kylo laid next to you. You look between them.

“Only when we are doing it.” Sandor answers you as he brings his hand up to touch your body. Kylo smirks at him and nods when you turn to look at them.

“He’s absolutely right. Just us. Only us. Sandor and me.” Kylo touches your inner thighs as Sandor touches your hips.

“Aren’t I fortunate, then.” You said after a few seconds. Their hands never left yours, their dark eyes remained on you.

“I would like to return the favor.” They saw you blushing as you glanced between them, glancing between their legs. Kylo looked over at Sandor, the older guard’s face was pink by your words.

Kylo wanted to roll his eyes at him but he remembered. This is Sandor's first time sharing a woman in bed. Kylo can see Sandor was the type to be territorial. Kylo had shared women with men like that. Kylo has decided he will make this enjoyable for them and for you. He wanted Sandor and you to have a good experience, if both of you did. This wasn't going to be a one time thing.

“My queen, what do you know about sucking cock?” Kylo asked.

“I heard of it from the servants.” You admitted shyly making him grin at you as he squeezed your inner thigh gently.

“Do you hear this, Sandor?” Kylo said with wide eyes as he gave a smile at the older guard.

Sandor nods looking down at you, his rough hands still rubbing your body. “Maybe next time.”

Kylo was happy Sandor was taking a stand, he was wondering if Sandor would just follow whatever he said. “I want to make you feel good as well.”

Kylo watched as Sandor gently cupped your face. “You shall. Tonight it’s about you. Alright?”

Kylo nods at him then at you. “We will have more time for that. Let your strong and trustworthy guards learn their way of their queen’s body tonight.” He tells you as his hand roamed down, over your mound. His fingertips found your clit, he hums when he feels you clenching around him when he slips a finger in.

“Such a greedy cunt.” Kylo tells Sandor as he pulls his finger out and grabs a hold of Sandor’s wrist. Kylo wants him to be comfortable around his touch. Sandor tensed when he felt Kylo’s grab a hold of his wrist. Fingers were wet with your slick, he let Kylo take his arm between your legs. He glanced under you and you were staring down at their joint hands. You were joying this just as much as they were.

“So wet.” Kylo mumbled when he bought Sandor’s hand about your clit as he slipped his fingers inside again.

“Help me.” Kylo said to Sandor as he rubbed your clit again. You began to moan when Kylo thrusted his fingers into you as Sandor worked on your clit.

They had you trembling after your third orgasm. They sucked their own fingers after you came. You felt like mush, you didn't hear them talking to one another. Glancing at them, they were close, Kylo spoke to Sandor in his ear. You moved your hands to grab their attention.

“I like you both like this. Not fighting one another.” You told them and they looked at each other.

“No more fighting.” Kylo said as he lay down next to you on his side while Sandor sat, facing ahead.

Kylo kissed you before you could speak. “Are you up for having sex?” Kylo asked you. He kissed your cheek waiting for your response as Sandor remained still.

“I want it. Both of you.” Kylo calls Sandor’s name as he kisses your neck. “Good.”

“Sandor and I decided. Sandor should go first.” Kylo notices how nervous Sandor and you were.

“Sandor can't help himself.” Kylo whispers. “Such a pretty queen with a greedy cunt. Such a greedy cunt wanting to be filled.”

You blushed by Kylo’s words. “Call for him.” Kylo added, looking over at Sandor who still sat.

“Sandor.” You said his name as Kylo kissed your neck. “Please.” Kylo encouraged you to say more.

“Sandor, please fuck me. I want you. I wanted you for years.” Sandor looks over his shoulder at you. He glances at Kylo who kept nodding at him, telling him to go on.

Kylo parts your legs wider and looks up at Sandor. “It’s rude to have your queen waiting, Clegane.”

“Please.” You begged and Sandor was quick to act, removing his trousers along with his boots. The bed dipped under you when Sandor leaned over you. Kylo pushes your leg up to drape it over Sandor’s thick legs. Your eyes remained at Sandor’s cock. His cock intimidated you, it’s thick and veiny. You feel it against you, it's warm and heavy.

“All of that goes in?” You asked looking up at Sandor who kept rubbing your outer thighs. Kylo laughs making you blush as Sandor rubs your abused clit.

“Indeed.” Kylo answers and you notice his hands, he was touching himself. His cock was much longer and a bit thinner than Sandor. You can see his heavy set balls while Sandor’s dark pubic hid his.

“Can I touch it?” Sandor nods at you and brings your hand onto his cock. Your legs tighten around him as you touch it. You barely could wrap around it. Sandor moans and you quickly let go.

“Did I hurt you?” Kylo giggles and you look over at him.

“Not hurting, pleasuring.” Kylo said, moving your hand back to Sandor’s cock.

Kylo mumbled against your ears, telling you to jerk Sandor’s cock faster. You grew happy when Kylo praised you, he kept telling you that you're doing such a good job touching Sandor.

“Fuck.” Sandor was quick to remove your hand and he leaned down to kiss you.

Kylo stares at how Sandor kisses you, the way you let out a small moan when he grabs your face. Kylo touches his cocks, pumping himself when Sandor pulls away with a grunt as he latches on one of your nipples. Kylo hears you giving permission to Sandor to enter you. Kylo grins himself when Sandor looks over at him and sees him touching himself. Kylo winks at him and Sandor looks down at you.

Kylo doesn’t think he has ever been this hard before, the tip of his cock is leaking and balls are heavy when he sees Sandor thrusting into you. Sandor hides against your neck as he pumps into you. The sight of your face and the sounds you were making him. The sounds of Sandor grunting made him blush.

Kylo notices you looking over at him and he can't help but kiss your lips.

“How does she feel?” Sandor moans when he brings his face away from your neck. He doesn't stop thrusting when he looks at Kylo. Sandor grabs the sheets under you, twisting in a tight fist.

“So, good.” You clench around at his words, your hands touch his chest, running your fingers through his chest hair as he rams into you.

“Oh my, your grace.” Kylo says as Sandor pushes your legs towards your chest. Both men are looking at your cunt being spread open by Sandor’s cock.

Kylo can see Sandor’s cock going in and out of you. You’re crying out in pleasure, Kylo is holding your legs open while Sandor’s keeps fucking you.

“It’s happening again.” You whine looking at them. Kylo’s hand slides its way to your clit, Sandor doesn’t stop, he loves it too much. The way your tight cunt wraps around him, so hot and warm. He groans when he feels you clench around him harder when Kylo begins to rub your throbbing clit.

“Cum on his cock. Cum on Sandor’s cock.” Kylo whispers to you making you cry out when he gently slaps your clit.

Sandor curses loudly when he feels you cumming on his dick. He’s about to blow and slides himself off to jerk himself.

“I want it.” You cry out. Kylo watches Sandor moan loudly when he cums. He shoots his load on your belly.

“Fuck.” Sandor said hoarsely. He watches your fingers scoop his cum from your stomach and bring it up to your lips. He saw Kylo whispering to you, this had to be his idea of you tasting his cum.

Sandor thinks Kylo’s some sex fairy for a second but he was glad that you didn’t mind sharing your bed with two men.

“Sandor.” You call his name with a heave. Sandor notices you open your arms for him and he leans down. He flinches when you cup his burnt cheek, your eyes wide with admiration.

“Thank you.” You told him before kissing him on the lips. He welcomes your lips, kissing you as well.

Kylo gulped when he saw you kissing Sandor, his cock is so painfully hard, it’s throbbing and his balls are aching. He spits in his hand before continuing to jerk himself. He notices Sandor pulling away to kiss your neck. Dark eyes look at Kylo, Sandor licks his lips before looking down at you.

“It’s time for him.” Sandor brushes the strands of hairs off your face.

“He’s going to love this cunt just as much as I did.” You smile up at Sandor and look over at Kylo. Sandor rolls off of you and lays down on the other side. He looks up at the ceiling trying to catch his breath.

He hears your giggling when Kylo crawls over to you. The bed dips and Sandor hears Kylo’s praises. Sandor never watched someone having sex before, he never shared any one. Never been in a relationship before, it’s all new for him but he doesn’t want to give it up. He was nervous when Kylo told him to take you first. He was waiting for Kylo to take advantage of his inexperience but he didn’t. Kylo had told him to take you, make love to you and make you feel good.

“You’re so beautiful.” Kylo moans and Sandor hears him thrusting into you. His cheeks blushes when he hears you. The sound of Kylo’s balls slapping against your ass sounded like music to him.

He looks over and his cock twitches at the lubricious sight in front of him. Kylo caged your head with his arms as he kissed you while thrusting into you. Legs wrapped around his waist. Kylo grunts into you as you drag your nails down his back.

“I’m going to move you.” You nod at him and Sandor bites his lips when Kylo turns you around carefully. Kylo held you for a second as he kissed you, kissing your cheeks and forehead as he pushed you down.

“Just like that.” He moans at the sight of you, down on your hands and knees with your ass in the air.

You look at Sandor and smile at him.

“Is this ok?” You ask them. Kylo says yes and you wait for Sandor’s response.

“Yes, just like that.” Sandor says as he grabs your hand and brings it up to his lips, kissing your knuckles at the same time Kylo slides into you. You hold Sandor’s hand as Kylo begins to thrust.

The bed creaks and you cry out for god.

“There’s no god in here, my queen.” Sandor says, making Kylo laugh.

“Just us.” Kylo adds. Sandor chuckles at him as you begin to push yourself back on his cock making Kylo moan.

“You’re right.” Kylo moans and looks at Sandor.

“So..good. So fucking good.” Kylo grunts as he slams himself all the way to the hilt. His hands hold to your hips, he leans over you making sure you are okay. Sandor slides a bit closer to you, he notices your furrow brows, your eyes clenched shut and your whines grew loudly.

“Cum.” Sandor said as he reaches under, his hand goes over your belly and your mound. He knew you were close especially when you moaned. Sandor touches your clit, he moans deeply when he touches your cunt, so wet with your slick.

“Yes.” Kylo shouts, feeling you clench around him when Sandor rubs you.

Kylo holds himself until he feels you cumming, he won’t stop until you cum on his cock. He feels his heart beating out of his chest, his ears buzzing every time you moan. You sounded better than he imagined.

“Make her cum, Ren.” Sandor encouraged him as he pressed down your clit making you scream.

“Yes. Yes.” Kylo repeats like a mad man as his thrusts become harder hitting your sweet spot over and over again.

Kylo thinks he had died and the gods had blessed him. There was no other pleasure in life now, he told himself when you came on his cock. Sandor pulls away and Kylo cries out when he pulls out of you and finishes himself off. Jerking himself with your slick, he aims on your bare back as you drop down completely on the bed from exhaustion.

Kylo’s stomach tense up and he throws his head back when he spurts cum over your back.

“Fuck.” He’s winded as he lays down next to you on the other side.

Sandor sees you trembling. You open your eyes when you feel Sandor grab a hold of your hand. You give him a small smile before inhaling deeply.

“I didn’t know people could experience this.” You told them softly. You feel Kylo lean over you kissing your shoulder.

“I see why you do it so much.” You turn your face to look at Kylo.

Kylo looks at you seriously as he tries to catch his breath.

“Now, I’m only going to do it with you. I’m yours and only yours.” Kylo repeats the exact same words the three of you said before.

“I’m yours and only yours.” You said it back and it made him smile. He leans close to your face, giving a peck on your lips.

You turn to face Sandor who was staring at both of you. “I’m yours and only yours.”

Sandor looks at you then at Kylo.

Kylo gives him a nod, almost like telling him yes, this can work. It won’t be perfect but it can work between them.

“I’m yours and only yours.” Sandor finally said. Your smile grew and you made him lean over you to kiss him as well.

They helped you clean yourself when they noticed you were drifting off to sleep. They were going to leave to their own room after setting you into bed. They didn’t want to push even more, even though they knew they could still keep going.

“Stay.” You told them as you went to the middle of the bed. Sandor lays on your right while Kylo lays on your left. You slept on Sandor’s chest as Kylo spooned you from behind. Kylo and Sandor slept that night in your bed as well the following night and the night after that.

Years passed and the relationship had flourished well between Sandor, Kylo and you. Some days were good and others were bad, having two hard headed knights who were in love with you, their queen was no easy task and yes, there were consequences when they fought with each other. Like Sandor and Kylo kneeling in front of you naked, their faces inches away from your wet cunt. They have to share and act like good boys for them to be forgiven. Of course, they were good boys, they shared you with your leg over on each of their broad shoulders. They would eat you out until your legs shook and their faces were soak with your slick.

A/n: Can't get this scene out of my mind.

I can imagine one night the three are in bed and it’s the middle of winter. It’s the harshest winter that the kingdom has ever endured. Everyone is cold af and Sandor being the bear he is, is keeping you warm while Kylo is much leaner, he’s freezing his ass off no matter how many fur blankets he has on.

So when Sandor hears you say to Kylo that he should sleep on Sandor’s side to keep warm a mini fight breaks out. Sandor does not want Kylo to touch him in his sleep. You threatened them, that you were going to sleep in front of the fireplace without them and they quickly shut up.

“Fuck, get over here so I can sleep.” Sandor snaps at Kylo.

“Put your arm around him.” Sandor holds his tongue at you and obeys.

“This is nice.” Kylo said, wiggling his eyebrows at you making you giggle as he and you laid your head on Sandor’s chest.

“Stay still.” Sandor said with a huff as Kylo pulled the blankets up. Everyone went to sleep after that, all nice and toasty thanks to Sandor.

[xsister-serpent]

Earbuds & Intrigue

Part 4.

Summary: Y/N’s work life takes an unexpected turn when she discovers that her brooding CEO, Kylo Ren, has a secret side gig—one she’s been unknowingly obsessed with. As tension builds between them, a slip-up reveals the truth, sending Kylo into full-blown panic mode. Desperate to keep his secret under wraps, he makes an unexpected offer… but in doing so, he confesses something neither of them can ignore.

Note: Kylo's username is: CraftedClassic and Goth!Reader username is DeathMajesty.

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, cursing, spicy audio, sexually explicit,

Info: Words 1985 / Previous Chapter / Playlist / Author’s Note at end 🖤🦇

You were in the back of his car, listening to Rey and Kylo talk about the apartment. Your eyes drifted to him every now and then, taking in his odd choice of attire—a weird lime green shirt, black loose-fit joggers, and a Carhartt beanie. He looked completely different from his usual CEO persona. Right now, he looked like some college guy running on two Red Bulls and adderall.

"Were you in a rush this morning?" you jokingly asked, noting how different he seemed on the weekend.

Kylo was always so well put together at work, but now he looked more relaxed. His eyes shifted nervously as Rey also glanced over at her cousin’s wardrobe while they sat at a stoplight. Luke, Kylo’s uncle and Rey’s father, took in Kylo’s outfit with a shrug from the passenger seat.

"I… no, it’s laundry day," he mumbled, adjusting his shirt. "Are you three going to judge me all day? After everything I've done for you?"

"Uh-huh," Rey said, eyeing her cousin once more.

You paused, your attention shifting to the brochures of the apartments Rey and you had visited with her family. Kylo’s gaze lingered on you a bit longer than expected. During the tours, he’d tried to make small talk with you. He went played a few songs in his black G- Wagon asking you about the different bands he had found thanks to your recommendations. It was cute seeing him hum to a song you liked.

However, as much as you tried, you could not stop thinking about that hot audio—the way his moans sounded, the way his whimpers drove you crazy…

"So, do we have any takers?" Rey asked, breaking through the haze of your thoughts.

"I think the second one is good. I like that there’s a washer and dryer in-unit," you said, looking over the brochure. "It’s doable."

"Or we could look at the one your cousin is at," Rey’s father, Luke, interjected. "It’s safer, quieter—"

"And down the street from you," Rey shot back, folding her arms. "You know it’s not like I’m leaving the planet, right Papa?"

You couldn’t help but feel a pang of sympathy for her dad. Your own parents were the same way—hell, they even wanted you to move back home to save money.

"Hey, Kylo, do you have a brochure on that one?" you asked from the backseat.

Kylo looked slightly taken aback. Was he being aloof on purpose? Oh, God—did he know who you were?

No. No, that couldn't happen. There was no way. You were overthinking it.

"Unfortunately, I do not," Kylo answered. "But they’re always doing tours, so it wouldn’t be a problem to get one for you."

He turned at the light—a little too harshly.

"Ben! For God’s sake!" Luke reprimanded as the turn was too tight. "Easy, please! You’re going to give me high blood pressure."

"Y/N is the only one who doesn’t complain about my driving, unlike you two," Kylo shot back. "Last time I’m driving for any of you. Except Y/N—she’s the only nice passenger here."

You couldn’t help but stifle a laugh as Kylo rolled his eyes. Rey shook her head and scrolled through her phone before sending you a message.

Rey: Hey, Kylo has been asking about you. I think he’s got some kind of crush on you.

Your eyes drifted to Kylo, who was still rolling his eyes at Luke’s directions. His gaze caught yours for a moment before you quickly looked back at your phone, typing a response.

Y/N: Ok, so what am I supposed to do with this information?

Rey’s fingers moved quickly across her screen.

Rey: You should go for it. He’s always asking me about you, and I think he’s got the nerve to ask you out. I mean, yeah, he’s a pain in my ass, but he’s... well, he’s been alone forever. I think you two would get along. I mean he's gotten into the music you listen to. He's talking A LOT more.

You swiped up her message and sighed, chewing your inner cheek. Easy for her to say. You couldn’t exactly tell her that you knew about his audios. That you actively subscribed to them. That you listened to them religiously.

Rey glanced at you and paused. "I’m trying to send you that info for the apartment Kylo’s at—what’s your emo username again? The one I wanted you to change. Death something? Dark Mistress?"

You chuckled, pushing up your purple sunglasses. You didn’t mind her teasing—after all, you always made fun of her for the embarrassing email she had kept since high school. Bunhead78.

"DeathMajesty13," you answered absentmindedly.

The moment the words left your mouth, your eyes widened in horror as Rey repeated them aloud while she typed. Your body, mind—hell, even your heart—froze.

That was your username on Audios After Dark. It wasn't the exact name you used as a patron on Kylo’s audio content, but even that title alone, matched.

Kylo slammed on the brakes at the red light, hard causing both Rey and Luke to cursed.

You did not want to look up. You did not want to see the look on Kylo’s face.

You could feel it.

Slowly, painfully, you lifted your gaze—and sure enough, Kylo was staring right at you through the side-view mirror. His shades hid his eyes, but you could feel the intensity. You wanted to die. Right then and there. Maybe if a semi hit your side of the car, you wouldn’t have to deal with this.

"You think you can squeeze us in for a tour?" Rey asked, completely oblivious to the catastrophe unfolding beside her.

Kylo nodded stiffly. "Yeah. Can do."

You forced yourself to look away as he ran a hand under his chin. He was definitely trying to read you. Or worse—he hated you now.

The Apartment Tour

The apartment manager was a man in his mid-forties—handsome, kind-eyed, and seemingly indifferent to your impending doom. Luckily, Rey and Luke were too occupied to notice the gaping chasm of awkward tension between you and Kylo.

"Okay, so this is the two-bedroom, two-bath unit," the manager said, motioning to the open floor plan. "Laundry, gym, pool, all on-site. Grocery store and shopping mall are five miles away. Feel free to look around."

You nodded. "Thank you—"

"Din," he introduced himself, offering a handshake. "Mr. Ren has been here for about…?"

Kylo took off his black sunglasses. "Two years. Good service."

Din nodded and left the group to explore. Rey and Luke wandered off to check the bedrooms while you lingered near the open-concept kitchen, hoping to avoid Kylo’s piercing gaze.

Like a shadow, he leaned against the fridge, folding his arms.

"DeathMajesty, huh?"

You exhaled sharply, closing the fridge door.

"Let’s not make this awkward, please," you muttered, rubbing your temples.

"I’m not making it awkward," Kylo retorted, furrowing his brows. "You’re the one being weird about it."

You stared at him, incredulous. "How am I the weird one?! You’re not even breaking a sweat!"

Kylo frowned, standing up straight.

"I am panicking internally, Y/N!" he whispered harshly. "My work—my job—is on the line! How long have you known? Are you going to blackmail me? Have you made a Reddit post about me? Or Twitter—ugh, X, or whatever the fuck that rat-hole is called?!"

You blinked at him as he ran a hand down his face in pure despair.

This was not the intimidating CEO you were used to. This was a very guilty man panicking about his dirty little secret.

And honestly? You weren’t sure if it was hilarious or terrifying.

"Oh my God! What do you want? How can I make this—" he motioned between the two of you, "go away? Do you want money? A salary boost?"

He yanked off his beanie and tossed it onto the counter, rubbing his face in frustration.

"Did you… did you tell Rey? Please tell me you didn’t."

You shook your head. "No. No way. I couldn’t do that to you. That’s your business."

His shoulders slumped in relief, exhaling heavily. "Oh, thank God. Have you told anyone at work?"

Your gaze met his nervous one as he cupped the back of his neck. He had worked so hard to keep his digital footprint invisible, and now? Someone at work knew. Someone he knew.

"No. Not a soul. I swear it," you answered firmly.

Kylo searched your eyes for any deceit but found none.

"Alright… I trust you," he said, his voice quieter now. "I… I’m willing to do whatever it takes for you to keep this between us."

His sincerity caught you off guard.

"Kylo, it’s not a big deal. I mean, I’m not judging you at all," you reassured him. "If anything, I’m the weirdo who pays for your audios."

Kylo shook his head dismissively, stopping you.

"Yeah, but I’m the CEO, Y/N. Do you understand how much trouble I could get into? I’m not saying your position isn’t important, but… I…"

His lips pressed into a thin line, his gaze shifting away in disappointment.

You understood. You really did. He had fought so hard against the trust fund baby allegations. He worked his ass off to prove he earned his position. He was one of the rare CEOs who actually acknowledged your work, who applauded it.

"I’ve tried so hard to keep that part of my life separate," he muttered, rubbing his temples. "And now here you are… someone I know. Someone I work with. Someone who listens to my moa—"

Kylo visibly recoiled, shutting his eyes in disgust.

"Oh God, I’m gonna pass out."

"Whoa, whoa, let’s not do that," you said, stepping closer in concern. "I get it. You have a lot to lose. But Kylo, it’s really not that crazy—"

Kylo’s eyes flicked open again. "Just tell me what I can do. Anything you want. A car, a fucking shopping spree, whatever—I’ll do it. Just don’t tell anyone. Please."

His hands landed on your shoulders, firm but not forceful. There was desperation in his voice, in his touch. A silent plea.

And yet…

A warmth stirred in your chest.

Because beneath the panic, beneath the anxiety, something else lingered in his expression. And you felt it too.

There was a beat of silence.

"Name anything. I’ll do—"

His eyes flickered to the apartment keys on the counter, then back to you. A decision clicked into place.

Your brows furrowed as he pulled out his phone. "Kylo, what are you—?"

He lifted a hand, stopping you, as he dialed someone.

"Hey, Din? Yeah, it’s Kylo. How soon is this apartment available?"

Your stomach dropped.

Oh, God.

"Kylo—!" you whispered urgently, grabbing his broad shoulder, but he ignored you.

"Yeah, I got two months’ rent ready to go," he said casually. "I’ll have the bank transfer it to you. Good. Thanks again."

Your jaw dropped as he ended the call.

"Now why would you do that?!"

"Because we’re even now," he said simply, slipping his phone back into his pocket. "You keep my secret, and I pay for the apartment."

Your brain short-circuited. "Kylo, what?"

His gaze softened. Kylo tilted his head slightly, studying you. His voice was lower now, softer.

"And I… I like you," he admitted. "Like, a lot. To the point where I’m talking way too much."

Your heart slammed against your ribs.

He was so straightforward—something you weren’t entirely used to.

This was the same voice you had listened to in the dark. The same voice that had whispered into your ears, made your breath hitch, made your body tremble.

But this was also the man who asked about your interests. Who wanted to explore your music. Who didn’t look at you like a fetish.

Maybe—just maybe—he had found a kindred spirit in you.

A/N: Finally here is a part 4! 2025 has been kicking my ass lately but I managed to finally sit down and write this out. Part 5 is in the works and seriously, thank you to all the people who read this story. It really makes me happy that there's people out there who enjoy my work <3, thank you from the bottom of my black little heart 🖤🖤🖤 Tagging: @1dk-anym0r3 @takeyour-pants-off , @b0xerdancer-writes, @novausstuff banners by: enchanthings-a , mikeykuns

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Beautiful Thing Caged

Chapter 4; If you hear my voice

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A/N; Tell me the difference between the first two images. You can’t. Anyway, I’m so so sorry this took so long 😭😭 I’m praying to god that it won’t be this much of a wait next time, my writing block beat my ass 🫠 it is my promise that the next chapter is gonna actually have the good stuff in it <3

⇦ Part 3

Summary; Nobody told you how stressful being on the run was going to be.

Content; Werewolf AU, modern AU, werewolf Kylo Ren, human reader, or are they, scientist reader, soulmates, angst, being on the run, government fugitives, modern version of a Force bond?, mind communication, Target shopping trip woohoo, possessive Kylo, needy Kylo, brief scenting mentions, transformation, Kylo’s wolf form, Kylo knows more than he’s letting on

[Every chapter has specific content warnings]

Wc; 5.9k

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“You look tense.”

You glance to your right. “Who, me? No, I’m fine. I’m so fine. We’re just on the run from the government. That’s fine. I’m just hiding a beast man in my car. Yes, yeah, this is fine.”

There’s an awkward sort of silence that stretches between you afterwards. You can’t stand it, it leaves you alone with your thoughts for too long. You manage to unhook your hand from white-knuckling the steering wheel to crank the radio, some pop song from the 80s pouring through your speakers. You barely comprehend whatever words the guy is singing, but it helps give you a raft amidst the ocean of your mind. Something else to focus on besides Kylo hunched uncomfortably in the passenger seat and the possibility of being followed.

There’s been nothing so far, which you’re more than grateful for. Your eyes flick between the road and rearview mirror every two seconds, expecting some black van to pop up over the horizon’s edge to chase you down like in the spy movies you’ve seen. But it hasn’t happened and it honestly only makes you more uneasy. The rational part of your brain—which has been fighting for its life nonstop—keeps trying to tell you that it’s the dead of night and Kylo killed most of the security in the facility; you have some breathing room. It doesn’t keep your palms from sweating and your heart from threatening to beat out of your chest though.

The world around your car passes in a blur because of you going way over the speed limit—about thirty over in fact. The impossibly tall trees of the surrounding forest are illuminated by your passing headlights and you can only hope there’s not a cop car nestled among them somewhere. You brush that thought away in case it finally causes you to have a stress-induced heart attack.

At least Kylo seems calm. He hasn’t said much to you, probably because he can see how fast your brain is turning. There’s a million plans going through your mind, and he doesn’t want to be the one to disturb you. He instead keeps himself busy by studying your car, fascinated by the piece of machinery. He doesn’t touch anything since he still has blood smeared all over his hands, something you’ll have to clean ASAP. His shirt is stained too. So are his pants. And his feet. And his face. God, he’s a bloody mess. His eyes consistently stay locked on the window, on the trees that pass by in brown and green smudges. You know he wants to go back out there, but it’s too dangerous and… you can’t lose him like that. You grip the wheel a little tighter.

You manage to cut your drive time in half, your small neighborhood coming up faster than you would’ve thought. Your car trembles as you haphazardly veer into your driveway, barely managing to turn it off before you’re halfway out of the door. You run to the passenger side, undoing Kylo’s seatbelt and urging him out. “Come on! C’mon, c’mon!” You say desperately, tugging his arm for emphasis. He doesn’t fight against you, he wouldn’t dream of it. He merely follows your lead, seemingly eager to do so.

You almost drop your house key with the way your hands shake but you manage to jam it in and unlock your front door, shoving it open so harshly that it slams against the wall on the other side. If it left a dent, you don’t care. You’ll never be coming back here again anyway.

You bolt upstairs, taking them two at a time and not bothering with the lights. It should unnerve you how well you can suddenly see in the dark, but you can’t spare a thought towards it. You bolt into your bedroom, immediately grabbing the big duffel bag from your closet and stuffing things inside. Only the essentials; comfortable and flexible shirts and pants, socks, underwear. As you tear your room apart, Kylo stands obediently behind you, head turning to take it all in. You wouldn’t be able to tell, but he’s overjoyed that you’ve welcomed him into your space. It’s a step you aren’t even aware you’re taking with him, but that’s okay. He’s more than happy to wait there breathing in the abundance of your scent and looking over all of your things.

Until you’re shoving him out and towards the bathroom. “You need to get all that blood off.” You mutter, pulling back your shower door and turning on the faucet. You let it run for a moment before deeming it hot enough. You give the bottom of his shirt a single tug. “Take these off.”

You find that you can’t even acknowledge the fact he’s stripping right in front of you, every toned muscle and scar and freckle in perfect visibility. You only have the energy to spare a single glance that you use to look over his abs, but refusing to go any lower than that. The way he’s so unashamed, the way he just stands there like it’s normal, is new to you. It makes you glance away and clear your throat. You motion for him to get under the water and it immediately turns red when it hits him, running down the drain in bloody streams. You hand him a washcloth. “Use this to scrub all that off. You can use my soap if you want to, I don’t care. Just don’t take too long.”

He glances at you, trying to hold your gaze but you look away. “Okay.” His voice sends electricity jolting through you, the sound having been so rare throughout all of this that it still manages to shock you.

You hurry out of the bathroom, missing the way Kylo takes a long inhale of your shampoo, practically ingraining the smell into his mind.

You go back into your bedroom, dropping to your knees to dig around under your bed until you can find the old box you’re looking for. You call it your “disappearing in a hurry” emergency kit. Working for the government did not help your paranoia, but at least it ended up preparing you for a situation you never thought would actually happen. Inside there’s a burner phone, a first aid kit, a small utility kit, roughly a thousand dollars, a flash light, batteries, a hunters knife your dad gave you for your birthday, and a contact list. You take it all and sort it into either your duffel bag or the backpack you decided to also grab.

After changing out of your lab clothes, you check your watch—2:58 AM. Almost two hours since everything changed and yet none of it feels real. You almost wish you’d simply wake up in your bed at any moment and brush all this off as a crazy dream. You know that won’t happen though, the blood crusting the undersides of your fingernails is proof enough. With that thought, you force yourself to stand despite how weary you feel. You turn and can’t help the screech that leaves you when you find Kylo standing naked in the doorway, water still dripping off his body. “Jesus!” You exclaim, putting a hand to your chest to try and calm your constantly racing heart. You’re seriously going to have a heart attack; you can feel the silver hairs starting to take root.

Kylo’s head tilts. “Did I scare you?”

“Fucking- yeah, you scared me!” You brush past him and grab a towel from the bathroom before throwing it at him. It doesn’t do anything of course, but it makes you feel a little better. “Now dry off!”

You sigh, looking down at his clothes that were left in a heap on the floor. You definitely don’t have anything of his size in your house to replace them. The material is black and there’s not that much blood on them… You decide they’ll work until you can find something else.

Kylo pulls his clothes back on, the black t-shirt straining against his muscles in the way you remember. His ears stand alert and ruffled at the top of his damp hair, his equally damp tail protruding from the base of his spine. Right. That. You hum in thought, rifling through your closet again until finding an old baseball cap from Bass Pro Shop. “Here.” You say, standing on the very tips of your toes to reach up and secure the hat over his head. He winces as you shove his ears under the cap. The thing just barely fits him but it does the job.

Then you hand him a pair of flip flops that are at least three or four sizes too small. “Also wear these. Until I can get you something else.” He wrinkles his nose at them but doesn’t object, making a valiant attempt to fit his feet into the flip flops. His heels hang off the back but it’s better than nothing. It still looks ridiculous though and you both know it.

“Is there something we can do about this?” You ask, lightly holding his tail in your palms. Even with it being wet from the shower, it still feels remarkably soft and thick. It twitches in your grasp, like he wants to pull away but refrains from doing so.

“If you’re asking if I can make it disappear, then no.” Kylo says roughly, like he’s struggling to contain himself. The muscles in his jaw visibly work beneath his skin.

“Stuff it under your shirt.” You say.

“What?”

You don’t repeat yourself before your grabbing his tail, lifting up the back of his shirt, and trying to stuff it inside. His entire body tenses and then he whirls on you faster than you could ever hope to react. The tips of his claws threaten to dig into your wrists. “Knock it off.” He snarls at you, his fangs in perfect view.

“Why? You need to hide that thing.” You snap right back, glaring. “Unless you want to get caught again and killed. Your choice.”

He releases you with a huff, turning his back and reaching to try and fix his tail himself. “It’s sensitive.” He mutters.

“Oh.” You say. Then you pause, now realizing you really shouldn’t have just grabbed it out of nowhere. “Ohh. Sorry.” He grunts—a perfectly noncommittal response.

You grab your bags, slinging them over your shoulders and huffing at the weight. You give your room one last look—all your posters and tiny collectibles, your few stuffed animals, the books on your bookshelves… all of it is getting left behind. You’ll never see it again. You’ll miss your bed most of all, you think. It always managed to hug your body in all the right ways. You swallow thickly and turn away from it, instead leading Kylo back downstairs.

You grab the family photo on your tv stand, finding yourself unable to leave it behind. You try not to linger too long on the faces of your mother and father. Then you rummage through your kitchen, taking a miscellaneous haul of canned foods and a few water bottles. Kylo offers to take some of the things from you and you don’t object, your arms having quickly become too full. “Alright, let’s keep moving. I doubt time will continue being so generous.” You say, looking at the clock on your stove. 3:27 AM.

Back outside, you throw everything in the trunk of your Nissan and clamber into the front once more. You quickly back out of your driveway, your headlights illuminating your house for a final time. It’ll probably be swarming with agents soon. It fills you with remorse, but you have to shake it off. You should be glad to leave that empty place where you locked yourself inside day in and day out, too afraid to interact with anyone because of your job. This’ll be good for you. Or at least that’s what you keep telling yourself.

You glance towards the glove compartment, remembering that you’d stuffed the gun you’d taken in there. A much safer alternative to carrying it on your person. It’ll be good to have in case you ever need it, although when you have Kylo with you, you doubt that you will. Precautions and what not.

You follow the familiar roads towards the gas station that sits at the edge of your small town. Most things in this place are within walking distance, nothing straying too far except for the government facility that sits about an hours drive away. The town is full of rumors because of it, and that’s part of the reason you stayed away from the residents. You didn’t want any questions. It left you alone for the last five years of your life and for some reason you’re just now realizing that. Maybe it’s because you finally have someone with you after all that time.

You don’t get a chance to think on it anymore as you pull into the 24-hour gas station. You step out to get gas first, filling your tank to the brim. You’ll need it. Then, after you parked closer to the store, you motion for Kylo to get out. You refuse to leave him outside by himself, hence why you put so much effort in trying to hide his wolf attributes. The tail sticking up his shirt definitely looks awkward, but it seems he flattened it enough to where it doesn’t look… horrible. It’ll be a mercy when you can get him new clothes.

You use the ATM attached to the side of the gas station, taking out as much as possible from your account. That turns out to be 2.3 thousand. Added to your thousand from your emergency kit, you think it should be enough for the time being. Once you leave the area you won’t be able to use your card anymore though. What a pain in the ass. You sigh as you pull open the door, that familiar gas station smell hitting you and filling your nostrils.

You don’t need much, just a map and a few extra snacks you can tear into in the car plus an energy drink or two. You tell Kylo to get anything he wants and it comes at no shock that he takes a bag of beef jerky, the meaty smell probably calling to him even through the plastic. You head to the register with your haul, haphazardly laying it all in front of the cashier.

The young guy says your name with familiarity and a smile. You have to look at his name tag to jog your memory. Mason. “Oh, hey! I haven’t seen you around for a while. Let alone at this hour.” He says. His brows crease. “Is everything okay? You look… awful.”

You try and laugh it off. “Yeah, yeah. Everything’s fine. Just a lot of… research lately. Needed some late night fuel.”

He nods. “Totally, totally. You sure, though? Don’t forget it’s always important to take a-“

Mason’s words trail off from a growl that comes rumbling out of Kylo, his sharp teeth just barely showing between his lips. His eyes with their slitted pupils look downright scary in the harsh lighting. You quickly smack him on the chest, making him shut the hell up as a blush creeps up your neck. “Just check me out, please, Mason.” You say, fumbling to get your card out.

“Woah-kay. Sorry.” He mumbles, now doing a very good job of avoiding looking at you or Kylo as he puts everything in a bag. He tells you your total, you pay, and then you’re grabbing your stuff. “Hey, if you need anything..” A fierce glare from Kylo cuts Mason off again and has you rushing from the gas station, tugging the beast man out behind you.

“I need you to not growl at everyone else you meet so we don’t raise suspicion.” You hiss as soon as you’re back in the car.

“He was asking too many questions.” Kylo retorts while tearing open the bag of beef jerky with his teeth.

You roll your eyes. “My point still stands. He’s going to get interrogated about that. Just- keep it in check.” He only huffs at you. Another noncommittal response from him, but you’ll take it.

Once you’re back on the road, you take your phone out of where it was resting in the cup holder. “Can you break this?” You ask Kylo, handing it over to him. He was in the middle of eating his jerky but puts it down to take your phone. “Like, in half.”

His face scrunches in concentration for just a second before there’s a resounding snapping sound. “Like that?” He asks, holding up the now two halves of your phone.

You will admit you’re unnerved by how quickly he did that and with such ease too. But he did shatter that seemingly impenetrable glass back at the facility so really you don’t know what you expected. “Yes… like that. Thanks.” You take the two pieces, seeing how he broke the SIM card as well from where he decided to cleave it. Very nice. You roll down your window and use all the strength you can to chuck it into the trees beyond. You’ll make that up to Mother Nature sometime later, but for now you’re just glad to have that glorified tracking device out of your car. You can relax just the slightest bit.

Kylo opens one of your chip bags for you, setting it up on your console so you can multitask eating and driving. You have no set destination yet, your only goal for now being to get as far away from the facility as possible. They have to have people deployed by now, someone would’ve reported the alarm. The thought makes your palms clammy.

You steel yourself with a deep breath. You have a long journey ahead of you.

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You pull into the Target parking lot as the sun rises over the building’s edge, washing everything in that peaceful, orange glow. You wish you could mimic that feeling for yourself but it feels impossible as you usher Kylo out of the car and hurry across the asphalt with him right on your heels. He’s looking around at everything, utterly fascinated by the shopping center, and you have to keep a hold on him to make sure he doesn’t wander in front of a car.

The baseball caps you both wear hide the upper halves of your faces for which you’re grateful when you pass under security cameras, the things making your skin crawl. You drove straight through the night, only stopping for the occasional and necessary pee break—more than a few ended up being in the middle of the woods. You made it across state lines hours ago, but you still felt the tension in your shoulders. For all you knew, there was some nationwide alert to be looking out for people matching your descriptions and a government agent would tackle you to the ground as soon as you step foot in the Target.

That in fact did not happen as you walked through the sliding glass doors.

You go straight towards the clothing section since Kylo’s bloodstained, singular outfit with horribly small flip flops can only last him so much longer. His tail threatens to slip from the back of his shirt every two seconds despite his best efforts to keep it in place. You begin to look through the selection of men’s clothing, seeking out anything black or dark colored. Thankfully with it turning to colder seasons, that’s most of what’s out. Kylo clearly has no inclination towards what he wears so you have to take charge and pick things out for him.

You’re lucky that a large size in most apparel seems to fit him. There’s some strain here and there but you have to admit you like the way his muscles push against the fabric. You manage to get three shirts, two pairs of pants, an extra large hoodie, socks, boxers, and a different cap just so he has one that doesn’t grate so much on his ears. It was all fairly easy but shoes on the other hand…

You groan as you look through the boxes, trying to find the right size. “Why do you have to be so massive?”

“You say that like I chose to be this way.” He says, pulling off another pair that didn’t fit him right.

“Well, it definitely feels like your fault.” You mutter. You take out a few pairs in size 12 that you managed to find, laying them down haphazardly next to where he sits. You’ve been looking for shoes for thirty minutes already, with you going back and forth whenever another pair doesn’t work out. You’re getting antsy. You don’t want to stay in one spot too long, not when you’re still too close to where you came from. You breathe a sigh of relief when a pair of black Nike’s seems suitable for him.

“Alright, we’ll check out all your clothes first and then go get some extra food.” You say, both of you carrying large bundles of items between you.

You go to the self-checkout, feeling far too wound taut to interact with another human being. Kylo hovers over your shoulder like an imposing wall as you scan everything, throwing them into the too-small bags. The total wasn’t as much as you thought it would be, but it was still enough to make you huff in disbelief. You stuffed the mile long receipt into your back pocket, then hurrying to the bathrooms.

You dig out a shirt, pants, the boxers and socks, the hat and the hoodie, forcing them towards him with the shoe box. “Here, find the biggest stall and go change. Throw out your old clothes when you’re done.” He stands there looking at you expectantly and it takes you a second to realize before you scoff. “Kylo, I can’t follow you in there. I’ll be right here.”

He gives you the saddest expression he’s been able to muster since you’ve known him, reminding you exactly of a lonely puppy. If you aren’t mistaken, there’s even a whine that comes from him and it threatens to break your resolve. No. You can’t go into a men’s restroom. You give him a shove towards the door. “Kylo, go. You’ll be fine.” He finally listens to you and disappears inside but he’s definitely not happy about it.

As you wait outside, you almost wish you actually had gone in with him. You don’t know if it’s because of what little sleep you’ve gotten or whatever it is between you that bonds you both together, but your anxiety without him next to you skyrockets. You tap your foot, you bite at your nails, your heart feels like it’s about to beat out of your chest, scenarios play in your head of something bad happening in a simple bathroom.

It all disappears when Kylo comes back out a few minutes later. He beelines to you, immediately pressing himself against you and nuzzling into your neck like he needs your scent to be able to calm himself. “Alright, alright.” You mutter affectionately, gently pushing him off you so you stop getting weird looks from people coming into the store. He relents, slipping his hand into yours instead. You certainly don’t mind, his large hand is warm and calloused and an instant comfort.

Looking him over, you see that the new clothes fit him remarkably well. He looks normal… or at least as normal as he can be with the huge scar on his face and an unnerving aura surrounding him. The extra large hoodie was a smart choice, the thing doing a much better job of hiding his tail beneath it.

Hand in hand, you lead him towards the grocery aisle, also taking a basket on your way. You grab mostly canned or boxed goods since you had no idea when you’re going to be able to find someplace to rest. You throw in some fruits and simple vegetables like carrots and also two packages of steaks after Kylo wouldn’t stop staring at them. You know his tail would be wagging if it was freed of its cotton confines. You get toiletries while you’re at it, replacing a lot of the things you had to leave behind at your house and adding new things for Kylo.

You feel like you can finally breathe when you at last leave the Target, the multitude of white bags split between the both of you. They get stuffed into your backseat and then you’re back on the road.

“That wasn’t too bad, right? I’m just glad I could get you some clothes.” You say, casting a sideways glance at Kylo. He looks far more comfortable. You’re glad.

He looks down at himself, his tail now freed and tucked across his legs, his hat removed to show his ears. He plucks absently at the cuffs on his hoodie, running his thumb along the ribbed texture. “They’re nice.” He says, voice softened with something you can’t quite name. He’s silent for a moment, his jaw working and left ear flicking once as he debates on his words before swallowing. “Thank you.”

Your fingers tighten briefly around the wheel, your nod small. He sounded so unsure, like he’s never had a proper reason to thank someone before. “Mhm.”

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The day passes in a crawl.

You drive, and drive, and drive.

The only things you know are the leather of the steering wheel and the droning of the radio.

You’ve gotten through another state, leaving the facility further and further behind. You can feel the burning beneath your eyes, the way your muscles bunch and quiver. You’re past the point of energy drinks or old gas station coffee being able to help you so you instead stay awake using your urge for survival. Adrenaline has brought you this far, surely it can bring you a little farther.

But where are you even going?

God, you really didn’t think this through, huh?

All of this is crazy, something you’ve had to come to terms with multiple times over. Breaking a werewolf out of a government facility, making an enemy of said government, driving to god knows where without sufficient preparation. And for what? Just because you “felt a connection” to some beast man you barely know? You realize that you’re insane and you probably should’ve checked yourself into a hospital before going through with any of this.

But instead here you are, exhaustion making everything feel heavier as the sun sinks below the mountains in the distance. You realize then how much your body aches despite your stretches, how your stomach is twisting around itself in its hunger. You haven’t paid much attention to anything besides Kylo, Kylo, Kylo—and you’ve paid the price. Darkness threatens the edges of your vision, your neck feeling too weak to hold up your own head. Your frayed mind tells you how they’re right behind you, that you’ll be captured and this was all for nothing. You’ll die in the same place this all started.

“Stop the car.”

The sudden voice startles you, snapping you out of your spiral and forcing you to wake the fuck back up. “What?”

Kylo’s looking at you. “Pull over.”

You blink, shaking your head. “Wh- What? Why?”

“You need to take a break. You’re going to collapse.” He says simply, though there’s the tone of demand behind his words.

You’re embarrassed he was able to tell the state of your mind but you can’t disagree with him. You slowly ease your car to a stop along the small road that cuts through a lush forest, only wide enough to fit one car going either direction. You find a flatter strip and veer off the road, tucking your car as far into the trees as it would allow without you getting stuck. It’s not much, but it’ll keep it hidden in the dark and keep people from getting curious.

You open your door and step out. You find that your legs shake uncontrollably and can barely support your weight, making you brace a hand on the warm hood of your car. Kylo is by your side in a second, looking at you with concern and trying to offer support. You brush him off again like you did at the facility and you can see the frustration on his features. “I’m fine. I just need a minute outside of the damn car.” You mutter.

You dig a few things out of the backseat including the map, a bottle of water, and an apple. You then traipse through the woods while trying not to trip and fall in the dark with Kylo right on your heels, who’s navigating the rough and uneven terrain with the ease of someone who’s lived in it his entire life. You find a small clearing with a felled log and promptly prop yourself up against it, the slightly damp, cool bark a balm on your back.

You spread the map out on the grass before you, using rocks to hold down the corners. While drinking your water and practically inhaling the apple, you try to look at where you are and where you plan on going. However, all the different tiny and multicolored lines keep blurring together into one giant, incomprehensible mess. You can’t keep your thoughts straight—or your body for that matter. You keep teetering off to the side when you lose focus, your limbs too worn out to keep you upright.

You groan, resting your face in your palms and digging your fingers into your eyes, trying to push away the burning exhaustion. It feels like your eyes are closed for only a second but when you open them again, there’s a massive black wolf standing in front of you with Kylo nowhere in sight. An involuntary, startled scream erupts from you before you recognize the large scar bisecting the fur on its face.

“Kylo? Holy fuck, is that you?” You breathe, eyes wide and body frozen until the creature nods his head. “Oh my god.” You don’t know what else to say besides that, so you repeat the statement a couple times over.

His wolf form is huge and a little terrifying. You know that if you were standing at full height, he would still be a head or more taller than you, similar to how he was as a human. His fur is sleek and full, stretching nicely along his powerful, muscled body and only being interrupted by whatever scars he holds. His brown eyes shine brighter than they did before, his pupils narrowed to slits. An apex predator standing in front of you so calmly like this is a little unnerving, like it shouldn’t be real. Like he should be ripping your throat out any second.

I would never harm you.

His deep voice reverberates inside your head, echoing across your brain and making you jump. You’re sure it looks like your eyes are about to pop out from how wide they are as you gape at him. The wolf’s mouth hadn’t moved and yet you could hear him clear as day. It was weird and otherworldly, sending a shiver down your spine. “How in the hell are you doing that?” You demand, voice barely above a whisper in worry that you’d ruin this moment.

We’re connected, you and I. It allows me inside your head. You could do the same if you were in your proper form.

Your brows furrow. “What do you mean by that?”

His big head shakes. We can discuss it later. You’re far too exhausted for that now. You need to rest, it’s been nearly two days.

You scoff. “Out here? In the woods?”

He tilts his head, ears flopping with the movement. You’ve always loved wolves—they’re so cute. The woods are a safe place for someone trying to hide. Nothing will happen to you out here.

“How very reassuring.” You say, even as a yawn interrupts your words. He’s right, it’s been almost two days with no sleep and very little nutrition. You’re exhausted and on the brink of passing out. You don’t even have the energy to argue, because what else would you do? Find a hotel? Your nerves wouldn’t possibly allow for something like that.

So you oblige him. You find a little spot cushioned with moss and thicker grass, easing yourself down onto the forest floor. It’s not the most comfortable thing in the world, a little chilly from the October weather, but that’s quickly remedied when Kylo settles in behind you. He curves himself perfectly along your body, putting one big paw over you to pull you into him even further. His form practically engulfs yours, his soft fur warming you like a fire. His tail curls up around you and then all you know is him. He smells like pine trees with an undercurrent of comforting campfire smoke, filling your senses and releasing the tension from your muscles. You feel the rise and fall of his breaths with the way you’re pressed into him, the air from his nose tickling the hairs on top of your head.

But even with all that, sleep still seems too far from your grasp. You stare out into the woods, your paranoia eating away at you and making you think you see dark figures amongst the trees. Making you think that any noise along the road is a vehicle full of government agents primed to take you away. The cold moss does little to soothe the anxiety-induced flush in your face, your body trembling from your self-sabotage and imaginary enemies.

I hate to see you like this. Because of me. Kylo’s voice is quiet in your head, full of remorse. Please, sleep. You need it.

Your fingers dig into the grass, your teeth grinding together almost painfully. What if something happens when you close your eyes? What if they find you? You move a hand up to cover your face, the freezing cold of your palm soothing against your cheeks burning from your anxiety and stress. “I- I know… but I just-“

His form presses closer to you, which you didn’t think was possible. If something passed by, you doubt you’d even be visible within his dark fur. His head dips down to nuzzle against your head, trying so desperately to soothe you in the only ways he knows how. I will protect you. Go to sleep. I can’t feel you when you’re like this.

“Feel me?” You mumble, the question slurred by your exhaustion.

Your emotions, your thoughts. It’s all muddled because you can barely think straight. He explains, annoyance biting into his last words. He’s actually upset you haven’t been looking after yourself. The idea of someone caring about you that much seems utterly ridiculous. Rest. I’ll keep you safe. His words sound so sincere with such a deadly threat to them that you can’t help but believe him. You saw what he did back in the facility, you watched him wash off the blood.

Your eyes finally close, unable to resist any longer as the dark of night consumes the forest. Your sleep is uneasy, but you consider yourself lucky to have fallen asleep at all. You know it’s only because Kylo is there and you fully trust in his promise to keep you from harm.

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⇦ Part 3

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Kylo Ren x Fem! Reader

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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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Hard To Say Goodbye

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