#kylo ren x reader insert

[fromduck]

Me with you guys simping over hot men

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Headcanon/Preference # 37

Gifs NOT mine.

Rating - SFW

Reading time (roughly) - 12 minutes

Year posted - 2025

So yeah I totally killed the reader off in this one... Wanted this one to be angsty. Enjoy.

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�� Obi-wan Kenobi •

• Obi-wan knew he shouldn't have let you join him on this particular mission.

• He knew something was off about this mission, he had sensed it in the Force.

• But he'd let you join regardless, and now you lay at his feet, bleeding out.

• He quickly dispatched of the enemy, and pulled you into his arms.

• "My love stay with me, you're going to be okay."

• He cradled your head in his free hand, trying desperately to assure you that everything will be okay.

• While also trying to fool himself into thinking you'll be able to pull through.

• As your breathing turned shallow, he kissed your forehead, smiling through the pain.

• He needed to be strong for you.

• And as your eyes fluttered closed, and your chest stilled, Obi-wan felt as if a part of himself had died with you.

• Only then did he allow himself to cry, and Obi-wan Kenobi was never the same.

• Becoming a shell of the man he once was, he eventually leaves the Jedi and roams the galaxy, feeling utterly lost without you by his side.

• Anikin Skywalker •

• Anikin thought he could protect you from anything.

• His one truest love, the one person he would have done anything for.

• This is the most dramatic turn of events for Anikin, the moment when he gave into the dark side.

• Cradling your lifeless body in his arms, Anikin screamed and cried.

• "You can't leave me (Y/n), you can't!"

• And with the aggressive flick of his wrist, he killed those that had taken you from him.

• He was merciless, unforgiving, and beyond angry.

• Anikin felt as if he'd died alongside you, and in many ways he did.

• Alone he laid you to rest.

• His once beautiful blue eyes turned to yellow as he watched you disappear from his life.

• Anikin felt as if your blood was on his hands, as if he failed to protect you.

• He also felt as if he failed you, because if you hadn't loved him as deeply as you did, maybe then you wouldn't have given your life for his.

• The day you died, was the very same day Darth Vader was born.

• Qui-Gon Jinn •

• Qui-Gon knew he shouldn't have grown attached to you, he knew it wouldn't end well.

• The rules about attachments, about love, were in place for this very reason.

• Quickly he took care of the man that had fatally wounded you, and held you close.

• Try as he might with the help of the force he attempted to heal your wounds, unable to do so he tried his best to be strong for you.

• He pecked your lips, and brushed back your hair.

• "You're going to be alright darling, just breath. That's it, just keep breathing."

• His hands shook as he placed his free hand over your wound, trying weakly to stop the bleeding.

• Again he tried using the Force to at least try to ease your pain, to make this easier for you.

• "Just relax my darling, we'll see eachother again."

• Qui-Gon promised you with a weak smile, his heart breaking at the sight of your own equally weak smile.

• His heart breaking further as he felt your breathing slow down considerably, the light in your eyes fading with every shallow breath.

• If there was anything Qui-Gon was grateful for, it was getting to hold you in his arms one last time.

• Darth Maul •

• Maul was foolish enough to think you were untouchable, that you were both untouchable.

• And his world crashed around him as you collapsed to the ground.

• Maul thought he knew pain, but all that he's been through, all that he's done. It was nothing compared to losing you.

• "You'll pay for this!"

• Maul growled at the man that was daring enough to hurt you.

• Ruthlessly he slashed at the man, cutting him limb from limb, and keeping him alive until he was satisfied.

• His rage blinded him, and only subsidied when he heard you wheezing in pain.

• "(Y/n) my star."

• Without another thought he dropped his saber, and rushed to your side, cradling you against his chest.

• He was unfazed by your blood seeping into his robes, firmly placing his hand against your wound, desperately trying to at least slow the bleeding.

• "I'll find you again my star, nothing can keep me from you, nothing."

• Maul promised as he rest his forehead against your own, the connection between you both through the Force, assuring him that he could keep that promise.

• He also swore to take down anyone and everyone that was involved in your demise, whoever that man worked for was as good as dead, and anyone else Maul deemed guilty.

• Maul will destroy worlds to avenge you if he must.

• He kept his eyes locked with yours as you slowly slipped away, his hearts thundering with heartache.

• "We will be together again."

• Maul promised before you gave your final breath, a rage filled scream escaping him as you died.

• And all who knew of Darth Maul, learned that after your demise, the Sith could be far crueler, far darker than he had been when you were still alive.

• Maul eventually turns to the traditions of the Zabrak, and finds a way to reunite with you through the magick of his people.

• It isn't enough, and it'll never be enough, because it is simply a ghost of you.

• But until his demise it is all he can manage, and he will accept that while he cannot hold you anymore, he can at least still see you and speak with you.

• Feral Opress •

• Feral is heartbroken beyond belief.

• You were the only truly good thing in his life, you were his and he was yours.

• Savage had witnessed the whole thing unfold, and for the sake of his brother, he struck down the man that dared to harm you.

• Feral wasn't sure what to do, so he acted on instinct, and laid beside you, pulling you into his arms.

• You had once said laying in his embrace was your favorite thing, the thing that brought you the most comfort.

• And he knew that's all he could do for you, comfort you as you slowly succumbed to your wounds.

• "Sh sh my sweet, just relax, I'm here, I've got you."

• He brushed your hair back in a soothing way, ignoring how much it hurt him to feel your blood painting his skin.

• He peppered kisses across your paling face, his hearts breaking with every kiss.

• You giggled in a pitiful way, coughing a moment later, blood oozed from your mouth.

• And Feral, delicately, lovingly wiped it away.

• "It's okay my sweet, look at me."

• His lip quivered a little as your glossy eyes peered into his own.

• "I love you, don't you ever forget that."

• He pecked your lips, tears escaping him when your final breath wheezed out from your lungs.

• Savage Opress •

• Savage instantly saw red, his hearts filled with rage, and regret.

• He ripped the man who hurt you limb from limb with his bare hands. The man's blood only cooling his temper a little.

• Dropping the carcass carelessly to the ground, he rushed back to your side, and as gently as he could he picked you up and cradled you against his chest.

• With you in his arms, Savage walked carefully across the tundra of the desolate planet you were on, unable, unwilling to just leave you on this wasteland of a planet.

• "Oh little one, my sweet stupid girl. You should have just let me handle him."

• He meant well, he really did. But he was hurt that you would do something so reckless, so selfless.

• You had once promised him forever.

• You giggled weakly, reaching up to caress his handsome face. And Savage melted into your touch.

• His hearts broke, knowing he couldn't save you, not this time.

• His blazing eyes locked onto your pale face, he wanted to commit your face to memory, despite the fact that he already has every part of you committed to memory.

• "I'll see you again little one, through the magick, the Force, I will see you again."

• He promised as he cradled you close, the chill of your skin finally breaking his resolve.

• Savage cried as he held you close, falling to his knees as you struggled to breathe.

• He grew darker that day, much darker. Swearing to fight to the bitter end, until he could be reunited with you once more.

• Kylo Ren •

• The moment you collapsed before his eyes, Kylo felt as if he would die alongside you.

• With a rage filled cry, Kylo cut down the man that hurt you, and threw the rest over a nearby cliff with the Force.

• He fell to his knees beside you, watching helplessly as your blood stained the snow around you.

• "Starlight what have you done?"

• He breathed out as he pulled you into his arms, tears of heartache and rage streaming down his face, his helmet long since abandoned.

• "I couldn't- couldn't let you get hurt."

• You had wheezed out, desperately clutching the deep gash at your side. Kylo's hand rest over yours, desperately hoping to stop the bleeding.

• "I can't live without you."

• Kylo whispered in a broken voice, burying his face into the crook of your neck.

• He squeezed you tighter, as you grew colder and colder in his arms.

• "Don't leave me, please, I can't go on without you."

• Kylo shook in his sorrow and rage, as your breathing became shallow.

• Despite the fact that you were literally dying, you still tried to comfort him, brushing his hair back weakly, your blood staining his pale skin.

• This only served to break his heart further, how can he possibly go on without you?

• Kylo is the most likely to rage an all out war, in hopes of getting himself killed so he could be reunited with you.

• But that's not to say he won't fight to the bitter end.

• Armitage Hux •

• It took everything in Armitage to stay standing, to not collapse and cradle you in his arms.

• If he had done so, he knew your sacrifice would have been in vain.

• But the moment the man is killed by his troopers, he's falling to his knees and pulling you into his arms.

• "GET A MEDICAL DROID NOW!"

• He barks at his men, who rush to follow out his order.

• But it's too late, your once bright eyes are dull and lifeless, having died on impact.

• That doesn't stop Armitage from deluding himself into thinking you'll be okay.

• He's crying, and begging you to wake up, but you don't respond to any of his attempts to stir you.

• "Please angel, wake up, come on."

• He's shaking you, kissing you, and eventually in his desperation he's beating on your chest in an attempt to get your heart pumping again.

• By the time a medical droid comes, he refuses to let you go. His troopers eventually have to tear him away from your body.

• He's kicking and screaming, red in the face as he fights them. But it's no good, they are to strong.

• Armitage has to control himself during your funeral, every instinct in him screaming to not let you go, to fight to bring you back.

• He is much harsher after this, starting arguments more and more with Kylo, and taking every ounce of pain when Kylo throws him across the room with the Force, as if he deserves to be punished.

• He's even trying to goad Kylo into killing him, but the man has a little more restraint than the General had thought.

• Armitage is the most likely to give into his dark depressive thoughts, and take his own life.

• His final thoughts are of you and you alone.

• General Grievous •

• You were his most prized "possession" so to speak, nothing in all of the galaxy meant as much to Grievous as you did.

• "My treasure, no you can't do this, you can't leave me I forbid it!"

• He's killed the man before you even hit the ground, where you lay for mere moments before he's cradling you in his arms.

• He's gentle with you, as he quite literally sprints you to the nearest medical bay.

• "Get out all of you!"

• He barks at the droids, not trusting them to fix what cannot be undone. Certain that he'll be able to save you.

• He's frantic in his attempts to patch you up, almost unaware of the way you gently touch his arm.

• Grievous froze in an instant when you weakly called out his name, his attention now solely on your face, cupping your hand in two of his.

• "What do you need treasure?"

• He asked in a soft voice, ignoring how his voice shook with emotion.

• You simply smiled at him, as if taking in the sight of him was all you cared about in that moment.

• "I-I lo-ve-"

• You tried croaking out, only for your breath to be stolen as you slipped away, dying before his very eyes, trying to declare your love one last time.

• The very ground shook with his scream of despair and heart retching agony.

• From that moment on he took out every ounce of pain and anger at losing you on anyone he deemed a threat.

• Sometimes even on innocent people, who would unknowingly remind him of you.

• He fought dirty and ruthlessly, uncaring if he would get himself killed, or if he would even succeed.

• Grievous also travelled far and wide across the galaxy in an attempt to find some way to bring you back to life.

• He cared not for whatever it might cost, or what he might have to do, who he would have to kill.

• If there is a way he can bring you back, he'll find a way, not matter how long it takes.

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[cowboygenesis]

14: dry down | kylo ren x reader

part 14 of the "bump it, cool it" series: masterlist. | playlist

pairing: [modern!au] kylo ren x reader chapter warnings: explicit language, smut (cunnilingus, fingering), mild angst word count: 3.8k series summary: when your roommate’s older brother needs a place to crash, you begrudgingly offer up your couch— only to realize he’s the most insufferable, entitled asshole you’ve ever met. the worst part? you can’t seem to stop thinking about him. notes: shorter chapter today, y'all. enjoy me being horrible and pulling the rug again, hehe

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Morning rolls in like a soft, white dove, swirling into your room with a warm wind smelling of pollen.

Your eyes flutter open to your sheer curtains, flailing through the space like a ghost of last night. Light pours in warm, and you wrap the covers tighter as the soreness between your thighs settles in like a small blessing.

And when you spot him there, arms snaked tightly around your nude waist, you think you might have died and gone to a blashpemous heaven.

Kylo’s body is a furnace behind you, arms heavy around your middle, the coarse hair on his forearms brushing your tender skin. He shifts slightly, his nose burying into the crown of your head with a soft, content hum. You sigh with him, lips curling into a wide smile that you hide into the softness of your pillow.

You feel him shift against you, a soft groan fleeting his lips just beyond the shell of your ear. You know he’s awake before he even utters.

“Morning, sunshine,” comes a groggy, barely audible din, shuddering down your spine. You feel his face nuzzle your neck, nose poking against the base of your skull.

“Ugh,” you reply through a bleary-eyed joy, stretching your legs and letting them smooth against his. “I kind of hate that.”

He hums out the shadow of a chuckle, sighing out with sleep as his arms wrap tighter around your waist. Birdsong fills the room in tandem with his sigh. “Morning, asshole.”

You match his amusement with your own laughter, letting it soak into your pillow as he drums a soft, rhythmless beat against your belly. It doesn’t dawn on you like you thought it would, this intimacy. His touches are gentle and kind, and instead of pulling away, you feel sucked in. Worst of all, you don’t even attempt to resist.

“Much better, weirdly.”

He laughs again, this time loud enough for you to hear. His fingers dig into your skin again, soft but demanding, and you catch the hint immediately. With a tired groan you shift your body, rolling in his arms until you catch sight of a dark mess of locks and plush, sleep or kiss-bitten lips. His eyes are closed, dark eyelashes brushing the speckle of his cheeks when a smile erupts on your face unsolicited.

Your silent admiration is promptly interrupted by the rumble of Kylo’s chest, speaking blasphemy through a crackless mein. “You snore, by the way.”

You grin even though he’s not looking. “Liar.”

“Swear on my life,” his eyebrows lift, cheek smushing into the pillow you’ve apparently been sharing all night. “Full-on chainsaw. I actually woke up in a sweat.”

You chuckle, placing your hands against his pecs. The skin is smooth there, lined with those same freckles that start at his temple. “How?”

“From fear, obviously,” he shrugs through the constraint of sheets, popping one eye open just a smidge. “And that’s not all.”

You lift an inquisitive eyebrow, watching him study your face for a beat through that little crack of his eyelid. You press your chest into his on instinct, suddenly aware of the nudity you don.

“You drool.”

Your jaw hangs with shock at the proclamation, but the man’s gaze is nowhere to be found again. He shoves his face into the crook of your arm, yet you feel the curl of a smile as it presses into your skin.

“Excuse me?” you counter through a faux scowl, pushing at his chest. “That’s impossible.”

“You do. Little puddle, right here on my arm,” he elaborates into your elbow before shifting to face you again. You watch patiently as his eyes crack open, both this time, glazed with sleep yet unmistakenly staring through you. He’s still smiling, nearly grinning now. “I’m honestly traumatized.”

You scoff, eyes rolling in attempt to hide the giddiness rising through your chest. “You’re dramatic.”

He arches an eyebrow like a dare, then moves in one fluid motion, all muscle and menace combined. Before you can squeal out a protest of any kind, he rolls, flipping you onto your back and pinning your wrists to the mattress on either side of your head. His weight hovers just enough not to crush you, but certainly enough to make your breath hitch with the dominance.

“Oh my god—get off me!” you wail, squirming just a bit as breathy, giddy laughter fills the air between you.

Kylo’s hair is a mess, black waves cascading over his cheekbones, revealing that pair of dark eyes that glare down at you in full alert now.

“Say you’re sorry.”

“Never!” you spit back, eyes as wide as your smile when you spot how blown-out his pupils are above you.

Kylo clicks his tongue in reply, dipping down just slightly to let a gust of breath graze against your face. “Then I’ll be forced to carry out a punishment.”

“You wouldn’t dare.”

His lips twitch like he’s holding back a smirk, but you can see it now—that feral little glitter of his eyes that promies chaos more often than not.

“Yeah?” he murmurs again, voice dropping thick with menace.

Before you can bite back with something familiarly snarky, he moves.

Kylo lets go of your wrists, only to trail one large hand down your arm, your side, until it hooks beneath your knee and hitches your leg up over his hip. The weight of him shifts with it, pressing you down into the mattress with no way to run. Your breath stalls, simmering.

He dips down, brushing the tip of his nose along your jaw, then lower still to the curve where your neck meets your shoulder. His mouth follows promptly, lips warm and lazy as they press into your skin.

“Oh, I dare,” he says, voice muffled by the softness of your skin.

You shiver, and he hums smugly at your willingness. His kisses drift lower down, teeth grazing any skin he can, and just enough to make you jolt in anticipation.

“Kylo—” you half-laugh, half-gasp, letting your fingers threat through the unruly curtain of his hair.

“What?” he says innocently, even as he sucks a mark into your collarbone to dispute his tone in an instant. “This is just part of what I promised. You did slander my good name.”

“You don’t have a good name,” you mutter, but it comes out far too breathy to even remotely land as an insult. You’re barely trying anymore, it’s out of habit more than anything. Kylo laughs low and throaty, vibrating against your chest.

His lips are flushed when he lifts his head, cheeks tinged with a soft pink that mirrors your own distraught state. His gaze flickers over your chest, marvelling at your softness, but ultimately he focuses on your face. Your eyes.

“You’re lucky I’m merciful,” he says.

You raise a brow, raking one hand through his hair absentmindedly. You already feel drunk off his affection, and as much as it should scare you, the feeling is too large to escape as you face it head on. “That’s what you call mercy?”

He leans in again, this time pressing a soft kiss to the tip of your nose. “You don’t want to see what unforgiving looks like.”

You shoot him a half-daring look, tilting your head in slight challenge even as something primal tugs at your gut. It’s been minutes since you’ve awoken, and yet that deeply-rooted fire from last night still sparks down your thighs.

“I might.”

Kylo inhales sharply, something untamed flashing through his half-lidded eyes. Immediately, you know you’ve lit a fuse, and now, it was just a matter of fanning the flame into completion.

“Careful,” he warns lowly, holding your gaze as he lowers to plant a slow kiss against your lips. “It’s still early.”

You hum against his mouth, tilting your head just enough to deepen the kiss, your lips parting in slow invitation. He tastes warm, sleep-sweet, with just the slightest hint of last night. It makes your stomach flutter with anticipation and something else entirely.

Then, with a devil-may-care glint in your eyes, you slide your hand down the plane of his chest. Slow fingers trace every dip and ridge like you’re mapping out a coastline, down hillsides and ravines.

“Early?” you echo, voice dulcet-soft as your palm flattens against his abdomen, just above the waistband of his briefs.

He exhales hard through his nose, muscles going taunt against your palm with a sudden flex. Your free hand rises, cradling the back of his head and dragging him in close. Your fingers thread into the thick mess of his hair, tugging just enough to make him groan low in his throat.

He kisses you with his whole body, mouth urgent and chest pressed flush to yours, hips twitching forward like he’s chasing your touch without even meaning to. One of his hands slips under your thigh again, squeezing, while the other roams up your side, dragging the sheet with it and letting the material bunch at your waist.

“You’re not getting what you want,” he mutters between kisses, voice gravel-rough and vibrating against you.

You smile, breathlessly tipping your head back as his lips begin their slow descent down your jaw and across your neck. His teeth graze a particularly sensitive spot just below your pulse, and your hips jolt into his involuntarily.

He chuckles against your skin, teeth flashing into a crooked grin before he kisses his way lower, grazing your collarbone again. “Still not sorry?”

You look down with lust-drunk eyes, matching his smile with your own. “Not even a little bit.”

His grip tightens around your thigh, holding eye-contact as he slides his mouth up the hill of your breast.

“Good.”

He latches on, tongue swirling against the perked peak of your nipple and making you release a deep, suffocated moan into the air between you, smelling of sex and spring. His hand drops from your thigh, urging up your waist and settling atop your other, lonesome breast. He palms the flesh, squeezing and pinching while his teeth graze your areola.

“Ah, shit—” you hiss, bunching your fists into the pillow. Kylo responds promptly, nearly impatiently, releasing the mound with a soft ‘pop’ before beginning his assault on your sternum. The saliva-slick spot cools rapidly in the air as he traces down your midsection, holding his grasp tight while he descends further down your belly. Your head tilts back and you close your eyes, letting his peppering kisses lull you into oblivion.

“Sleepy?” he rumbles against your hipbone, making you groan at your own stupidity. You’ve allowed yourself to succumb to Kylo’s antics, and once again he’d be the one calling the shots while all you could do was squirm and call him names.

On second thought, that didn’t sound so bad.

“Thought this was supposed to be a punishment,” you manage to tease, voice grasping air as he kisses the dip toward your thigh.

“It is,” he growls. “And I’m taking my damn time with it.”

Sunlight streams through the curtains, painting golden stripes over the tangled sheets and limbs as he inches toward your folds. His breath is hot over your clit, a soft, concentrated stream of air making you flinch at the surprising sensitivity that jolts up your spine.

“What are you—”

His mouth sinks against your pussy, warm and hungry. You lift your arm over your face, biting down on your forearm to stifle the sudden outburst of moans that leave you unsolicited.

It’s a repeat of last night in terms of pleasure, yet his pace is anything but. There’s languidity in place of fervor, passion in place of desire—his hands wrapping tightly around your thighs, holding you in place as he licks a slow, wide strip up your slit. The feeling is electric, and makes you whimper softly.

“Oh,” you mewl, arching your back slightly as he catches your clit. His movement is stable and consistent, alternating smoothly between soft licks, then suckling again. “Oh, Ben.”

He squeezes your legs tighter at that, but the ministrations never pick up pace. He lies between your thighs, worshipping your pussy so softly and gracefully, giving you everything just to hear you call his name into the walls of your home.

You’re relaxed and at complete ease. For a second, as he settles into an even rhythm, you think you might fall back asleep.

But then you feel his arm leave your right left thigh. Before you can check understand, something slender smooths down your entrance, and your eyes widen at the newfound sensation. You look down at your dark-haired lover, his half-lidded gaze stuck hard to yours as he prods not one, but two fingers against your pussy.

He searches your face for permission and you nod vehemently, lip caught between your teeth.

“Oh, fuck,” you sigh as he slides in with ease, digits squelching with slick upon entry. A soft, trickling wave of pleasure washes over you like a precursor, making you sink into the mattress with a dazed sigh.

“Feel good?” Kylo questions between the gentle flicks of his tongue, letting his digits curl inside you almost instantly and when you choke out a strained moan in reply, he begins to move. You feel a pressure against the soft ridge of your canal, cascading through your belly and thighs in a wave of deep, pulsating ecstasy as he continues his assault on your clit.

It’s good. It’s painfully, unbearably wonderful, and you’re sure he knows it. It feels like hours when it must’ve been just minutes, yet his slow, slow affections leave you melted into a dopamine-stuffed puddle, body taut with an impending orgasm that never really peaks, keeping you at the delicious precipice until you’re left begging.

“Kylo,” you trail languidly, less like a warning and more like a quiet plea. You look down, the sight of his dark eyelashes as he stays latched onto you making you groan out pathetically. “Kylo, I can’t—”

His gaze finally lifts to meet yours, his half-lidded eyes watching your glowing, sweat-slick face with complete, soft amusement.

“Mhm,” he hums in acknowledgment, the vibration filling your belly with another wave of pulsating pleasure. His fingers keep working, too, pressing against your sensitive spot without missing a single beat even as your hips begin bucking into it.

“Hey,” you mewl again, this time firmly enough to catch his attention. His tongue slows just a bit, licking up your slick folds with a final stripe. You shudder, locking a palm around the arm holding your thigh down. “Come here.”

When you thought he’d acquiesce, you see him hesitate. Something glitters in his eyes, and his lips leave your pussy without as much as a ceremony, the two digits stirring within you coming to a sudden stop. He watches you for a beat, then two, and when you finally moan out in protest of his passiveness, it’s tight and pathetic.

“Ben, please.”

His body rises. Within seconds, he’s got you pressed against the bed again, the weight of his body balanced on one elbow while his other palm holds still against your pussy. Something burns in his eyes, and this time, it stays long enough for your heart to stutter.

Your mouth parts slightly, his hot breath mingling with yours as you exchange wordless, meaningful stares. “I—”

His lips crash against yours before you get to finish, making you whimper. He tastes sweet and lactic, his tongue prodding against yours before you can think anything at all, your breasts pressing into his strong chest.

And then his digits move again, pushing deeper and hitting an angle you never thought possible.

It’s devastating, and you make it known with a guttural groan against his lips. Yet that only urges him to hum, the swirling within you continuing in small, concentrated presses that knock the breath from your lungs. Your hands snake up his back, around his neck, holding him tight and close as if the heat of his body alone was enough to make the rubber band within you snap into bits.

“Oh, Ben,” you sigh against his lips, letting him take the lead on your animalistic, saliva-slick kiss when you feel your resolve crumbling with the pulsating pleasure of his palm on your clit. “Ben, baby, I—”

You feel him drop your kiss with a sharp inhale, his fingers picking up pace just as your eyes dart open.

He’s looking at you through a thick band of lashes, lips plush and wet with your slick, eyes darting across your face with something like madness. You realise you could have no other name for the wild, delirious splay of his pupils, the arm holding his balance snaking under your back to press you even closer together.

It’s the proximity of his body that breaks you.

“Fuck,” you whine, your hands sliding to either side of his face. You grasp him tightly, feverishly, holding him close as you feel yourself approaching the precipice, once and for all. “Fuck, fuck—Kylo, Ben, I’m cumming, I’m—”

You see his throat bob tightly, lips pressed into a line as his gaze penetrates your very soul. You hear him mutter something under his breath, something insignificant, probably, but the gust of his breath on your cheek combined with the devilish speed of his digits against your sweet spot makes the bundle in your belly uncoil in a wild, uninhibited burst.

You squeeze your eyes shut and cum hard, his forehead pressed to yours as a stray tear rolls down your climax-heated cheek. The pleasure flows through your muscles, your heart, brain, and when you breathe out a cry, Kylo catches it with a hot kiss that sears your soul.

He lets you ride your high out on his fingers, pressing ever so gently as your breath heaves with his. He withdraws one finger when your eyes open, then another.

The world fitlers back in slowly with distant birdsong and the soft creak of the mattress beneath you as Kylo shifts his weight. His fingers, slick with your unraveling, trail idly along your thigh before he wipes them on the sheet absentmindedly. Something about that gesture stirs your gut.

You’re still catching your breath, lips parted and eyes hazy when he speaks again.

“You alright?” he asks, voice rasped and thick with sleep, or something else. You think it might be the latter with how red his cheeks burn.

“Better,” you hum, nodding lazily, still stuck somewhere between Earth and Cloud 9. A faint smile tugs at your lips, curling on one side. “You’re kind of annoyingly good at that.”

Kylo huffs a low and pleased laugh, yet no smile lines his features. There’s something else there, but it flickers in and out, running out of reach before you can even think to catch it.

“Yeah, well. You’re a really good motivator.”

You both laugh softly, the air warm and sweet between you. He doesn’t move yet, hovering close with his eyes fixed on you with a look that borders on something dangerous. But maybe it’s just softness, and you’re not yet used to it.

You think it might be the afterglow, or the fact you’re sharing this quiet morning together, his thumb tracing circles into your hip like he’s done it dozens times before. Or maybe it’s just your anxiety, rising to your throat unfiltered but undeniably delicate, spilling out before you can think to stop.

“I’ve never felt this way with anyone.”

But you don’t even realise the weight of your confession before the air between you stills.

Kylo blinks. The tenderness in his face doesn’t vanish, but it tightens, freezing before your very eyes like cracked glass. And you get stuck with him, eyes searching for something explanatory that never comes.

He shifts off of you first, face flat but ruminating as the sheet slips from his waist. He sits on the edge of the bed, reaching a hand to rub over his face, dragging his fingers down like he’s trying to scrub something away. Then he exhales through his nose. It’s sharp and quick, and with a growing knot in your chest, you watch as he stands, half-naked in the early light.

“What’s wrong?” you ask quietly as he reacher for the clothes he left in a pile on your bedroom chair. You’re propped on one elbow, sheet wrapped around your body like armor, even though you’re sure you’re already bleeding beneath it.

Kylo steps into his trousers, pulling them back on with his broad back to you. “Nothing. Nothing, I just… forgot I had a meeting.”

You blink as a frown settles on your face. “A meeting?”

He nods once, still not looking at you as he throws his shirt on next. Instinctively, you reach for your phone on the nightstand, checking the time.

5:43 AM.

There’s a handful of missed calls from Rey, timestamped between yesterday evening. Your brow knits, realising most of your night was spent in bed, tangled in a world that was now threatening to collapse in front of your very eyes.

“It’s not even six,” you plead, voice gentler than you’d planned.

Kylo rakes a hand through his already-tousled hair, nodding once again. Your gut suddenly bubbles with a familiar rage, listening to his threadbare excuse without a single instinct to face you head-on. You’ve kept it harbored somewhere deep for the night, blinded by his effortless affections. Briefly, you realise you should have known better.

“Okay,” you muster a brittle little smile, and offer it to no one but yourself. He’s still looking away, after all, stood in the doorway, hand on the frame. You can see his fingers tremble even at a distance.

Still, for a second, hope flares stupidly in your chest. You think he might turn around. All it’d take is a second, a word, a smile, absolutely anything to seize the endless spiral of chaos barging through your brain, harmonizing in a helpless song of: what did I do wrong?

And you hope he might feel your desperation, that strong, pleading pull. Because before he leaves, he looks back over his shoulder, his dark eyes piercing you with that same tenderness you saw as he touched your body and soul.

“Lock the door behind me,” he says.

His footsteps echo down the hallway steadily, and then a bit uneven. You stare at the open door as the silence swells around it like heavy bloating, still holding onto that thread of hope, of the possibility that—

The front door shuts with a click.

Your throat closes in tandem, bleary eyes flooding with wetness. The tears slide down your cheeks before you can think to stop them, slipping hot and quiet in one blink. Then comes the rest. You curl into the mattress and palm at the pillow and sheets where he just lied. You think they might hold some vague shape of his arms or face, but they don’t. Not at all.

You muffle your sobs against the corner, every exhale shaking your ribs like a living, breathing creature clawing at your ribs. There’s no dignity or grace in it, just a raw, fresh grief that blooms too fast and stupid to contain.

You fall back asleep in a pool of your own grief, wild-pine clinging to your skin that bruises with the memory of his lips.

[sweetrevxnge]

Ghosts In The Snow

Chapter Seven

Pairing: Vampire!Kylo Ren x Reader AU

Summary: Six long years had passed under the reign of the First Order. The bitter winters grew longer, and as they did, hope faded from the hearts of the citizens of Hosnian Prime. As a lieutenant in the Resistance cavalry, it was your duty to nurture that ember of hope. After a mission takes an unexpected turn, you are taken prisoner by a commander in the First Order, a mysterious man with an insatiable appetite—for violence, power, and you. In the coming days, you must keep the spark of your own hope alive from the dark confines of the Commander's castle.

Warnings: sexual content, violence, blood kink, gore, mentions/descriptions of injury and death

*concurrently being published on AO3 and Wattpad as well!

Chapter I

Chapter II

Chapter III

Chapter IV

Chapter V

Chapter VI

Spotify Playlist

Word count: 3.6k

Chapter-specific CW: torture (what fun!), period-typical sexism

A/N: the dead speak! lmao at least that's what it feels like coming back after an entire YEAR??? I kinda got sucked into playing 1,200+ hours of baldur's gate 3, romancing a certain vampiric elf time and time again, which gave me plenty of inspiration to continue this fic. I never meant to be gone for so long, so if you're still interested in this story, please let me know!

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What have you done?

To say that you were restless would be an understatement. The first order of business when you returned to your chambers was finding a safe place to store your stolen weapon, and now, hours later, you had yet to succeed. 

You paced the room, wearing holes in the soles of your slippers as you wondered if you had made the right decision. It was unlike you to have sticky fingers, but then again, these were unprecedented times. Boldness meant survival.

Above all, you feared Ren was privy to your thievery, despite his silence on the walk back to your chambers. The prick of blood seemed enough to distract him for a moment, or perhaps he was practiced in hiding his tells. Either way, the consequences of him knowing gnawed at your sanity.

Rey had tended the hearth while you were away, ensuring your chambers were kept warm and filled with the familiar scent of dry wood. Her diligence as a handmaid proved to be an unforeseen complication in hiding your contraband.

Instinct urged you to keep it close to your bed, but reason told you it would be found too easily there. Same with the lounges circling the hearth, whose velour cushions could conceal many things if asked to. Though a dagger lodged in one’s rear would raise many concerns, as well as promise unspeakable punishments to come.

For these reasons, you ultimately settled on the bookcase.

Towering in the corner was a collection of books and texts, dense enough to put even the most curious scholars to sleep. A perfect place to hide a dagger.

Dragging a footstool over as a makeshift ladder, you reached for a leather-bound book embossed with gold letters along its spine. Imperium Nunquam Fuit. Though written in Old Basic, you understood its meaning.

The Empire That Never Was. A phrase coined by Grand Moff Wilhuff Tarkin to describe the destruction of Alderaan during the Revolution. An unsavory way to speak about a fallen civilization—considering he was the man responsible.

You made quick work of hollowing the historical text, skimming the page you’d turned to before defacing it. This passage detailed the last of the Imperial attacks on Alderaan, near the end of the Rebellion. One of the more infamous sieges of the war, earning its place in history with a tithe of blood and destruction.

The lines of script told the story of how Imperial soldiers salted Alderaan’s lands and butchered the citizens—babes and crones included. The Empire was thorough, wiping out an entire civilization over a mere conspiracy. With few survivors, and even fewer successors, Alderaanian blood was a rarity. You supposed that was one of the many things that set General Organa apart from the rest.

Considering the contents, it was a book of little interest to the First Order—a perfect hiding place.

The point of your blade pierced the parchment with ease, as if slicing through a block of butter rather than a thousand-page text. Tragic as it was to ruin a book like this, what other choice did you have? Hosnian Prime’s Grand Archives likely stored dozens of copies; one locked away in the depths of the First Order’s fortress would not be missed.

The fit was snug, but it would do for now. As for the pages you’d carved out, they laid in a pile at your feet, a messy reminder that your room was not private.

You slammed the book shut and returned it, hurrying to clean the shreds of paper scattered across the red carpets. Despite your efforts, the fragments proved too difficult to clean with just your hands alone, forcing you to sweep them into your skirts.

As you carried the pieces to the hearth, a gentle knock sounded through the oak doors. “Gods,” you muttered as you rushed towards the fire, dumping the pages unceremoniously onto the crackling wood.

Another rap on the door.

“Just a moment, please!” It was impossible to hide the panic in your voice as you prodded at the withering pages with an iron poker. Time seemed to slow as you watched the flames engulf the ink, turning Alderaan’s history to ash once more.

“It’s me, my lady.” Muffled by the wood, Rey’s voice was barely audible over the fire, hissing with fresh fodder. If any good came from her being your visitor, it was her staunch etiquette. She would not barge in uninvited—unlike some of the castle’s residents.

Brushing the slivers of evidence from your gown, you opened the doors, mindful of the lingering ash in the hearth. “My apologies. I was…” You cleared your throat, smoothing out your skirts before finishing your lie. “Indecent.”

Demure as ever, Rey dropped her gaze as she curtseyed before you. “It’s no matter, my lady. I was sent to fetch you; the Supreme Leader requests your presence.”

The moment his name left her lips, cotton filled your mouth, forcing its way down your throat as you swallowed your fear. What reason would the Supreme Leader have to summon you—at this late hour, no less?

Your thoughts immediately turned to Commander Ren. Perhaps he had noticed your theft after all and reported your offence to Snoke. If that were true, you vowed to slice his throat first. 

“Did he give a reason?” you asked, trying to maintain your resolve.

Rey’s throat knocked in her slender neck. “He did not say.”

Part of you wanted to take the damned blade with you, but recklessness wouldn’t serve you. Though you did not recognize him as your ruler, you were not keen on adding treason to your ledger.

You sighed, coming to stand beside Rey at the door, shoulders pressed back and hands folded over your lap. “I’m surprised he didn’t send you with manacles.”

She said nothing, but the trace smile on her lips told you all that you needed to know. You couldn’t blame her for watching her tongue around you. Given what transpired last night, you would do the same in her position.

The two of you walked in near silence to the throne chambers, passing countless tall windows with panes stained a deep red, dark enough to block most light from entering. What little light did manage to seep through painted the halls crimson, giving the appearance of blood spilling over the floor.

The burned pages of text flashed in your mind.

Every step forward was committed to memory, including the number of paces between notable fixtures, as well as where each one stood in relation to your chambers. Still, there was no sign of an access point in this section of the castle. But your resolve did not falter. If there was a means of entry into this accursed fortress, there must also be a means of escape.

As you rounded the corner to another corridor, you glanced at your handmaid, noticing that her usual singular bun had evolved into three smaller ones, meeting the nape of her neck in a uniform line.

“You’ve changed your hair.” The observation came out as more of a question than a comment.

“Yes, my lady,” she said, delicate fingers reaching to touch the one near her collar. “An effort to be closer to the gods.”

You furrowed your brows. “How’s that?”

“As there are three of them, there are three knots. We servants are forbidden to worship openly, so we find other ways.” She closed her eyes for a moment, tilting her chin towards her chest. “Divine strength allows clarity of the mind.”

While you were not necessarily a pious woman, you were familiar enough with the gods from your upbringing to understand what she meant. As a child, you often prayed at your family’s shrine, asking for a bountiful harvest, good health, and, most of all, peace in the realm. For many years, they fulfilled your wishes. Now, your faith provided you with little comfort.

“Certainly,” you said, not wanting to discuss the subject any further. “Are we nearly there?”

“Just down this hall,” she said, her tone clipped. Either she was annoyed with the change of subject, or just as uneasy about seeing the Supreme Leader as you were.

True to her word, Rey came to a stop near the end of the corridor, leaving a short distance between you and the two looming oak doors, with iron enforcements woven into the grain and a guard posted on either side. Their faces were concealed by crimson veils, the signature regalia of the Praetorian Guard. Those tasked with protecting the ruler of these lands, whether they carried the title of Chancellor, Emperor, or Supreme Leader.

The warmth drained from your face at the sight.

“This is where I leave you, my lady.” Her face lacked its usual peachy hue, her freckles washed away by the candlelight. “The Supreme Leader does not allow us to enter these chambers, save for when he is passing judgment upon us.”

Standing before the faceless guards, you understood her unease.

“Will you be here to escort me back?” you asked, palms growing damp as you clutched the fabric of your gown.

“It is late. I must turn in for the evening.” She shifted her weight, eyes darting between you and the guards, whose presence seemed to loom over you from meters away. “Besides, I should think you do not require my assistance from this point.”

With that, she turned on her heels and retreated, her steps muted as she faded into the stretching darkness of the hallway. Turning to face the guards, dread settled in your stomach. Surely these warriors would not accompany you back to your chambers.

You studied them for a moment, the strategist in your mind seeking to understand what threat they posed. Both were tall and well-fed, given the size of their uniforms. The one to your left carried a bisento, while the other held a tall voulge, both equally unnerving. Their blades were pristine, foreign to combat. You wondered if the same could be said for those wielding them, too.

As if seeking to test your theory, they readied their weapons as you approached, each blade humming as it sliced through the air.

You came to a halt, the hair on the back of your neck now stiff. “I’ve been summoned by the Supreme Leader.”

The two remained poised to strike for a long moment before returning to their sentry state, offering one another a brisk nod as they pushed the heavy doors open, revealing the grand throne room. With tentative steps, you approached, pausing at the threshold.

Black marble columns lined the walkway to the throne, each manned by a knight of the Praetorian Guard, their crimson armor matching the First Order banners draped along the cobbled walls. Above the throne was the room’s sole window, with red stained panels filling the space between the spokes of the First Order insignia. Six steps carved of the same dark mineral as the columns led to the throne, lined with black velvet upholstery and a towering slate backing. Perched comfortably in the seat was Supreme Leader Snoke, draped in golden robes that flowed over his limbs like smelted ore, barely concealing the matching jewelry wrapped snugly around his fingers.

The paragon of humility.

He was joined by another: the fire-haired General Hux. His gaze snapped to you as the doors creaked open, beady eyes piercing you like darts from across the chamber.

“Ah, my guest of honor,” Snoke crooned, clasping his hands before his chest in delight. His tone fell icy as he turned to address the General. “Leave us.”

Confusion spread across his pale features as he turned to face Snoke once more. “But, Supreme Leader, there is still much to be discussed.”

“Perhaps I did not make myself clear. You are to leave these chambers at once, General Hux, or you will be removed.” Snoke’s gravelly voice rumbled through the hall with the force of a thousand footsteps, and reluctantly, Hux obeyed.

You watched the scene play out before you from the safety of the doorway, your feet rooted to the floor.

Snoke relaxed in his chair once more, beckoning you in with a hand gesture. “Please, come in, darling.”

Willing your feet to move, you did as he asked, eyes flitting between the Praetorian guard and the approaching General Hux, whose expression could only be described as irate as he brushed past you, black coat fluttering behind him.

Your heart was lodged in your throat as you neared the throne, feeling like a lamb being shepherded towards the maw of a lion. You stopped in line with the last of the guards before the Supreme Leader, leaving some distance still.

Snoke watched you with keen eyes, a stark contrast to his stoic front. “I do hope you are well, my dear. I can only imagine the days spent in anticipation of your wedding are agonizing.”

You frowned. “Is that why you summoned me? To ask me about my wedding?”

“Of course not. But pleasantries are the foundation of any proper conversation.” The humor fell from his voice. “Wouldn’t you agree?”

“Yes, Supreme Leader.” The words left a sour taste in your mouth, like wine crafted from grapes plucked too early.

Satisfied, he settled back into his throne, resting his hands over the ornate armrests. “See? Deference needn’t be cumbersome.”

His mocking tone made your vision red, but you held your tongue. Invisible threads tied you to him and his guards, each one pulled taught in the silence. It would take nothing more than a misstep to cause one of them to snap.

He spoke again, this time with authority. “It has come to my attention that you are unaware of what is expected of you as a noblewoman.”

You let out a terse exhale. “I suppose I am. Perhaps that is because of the conditions under which I am becoming one.”

A thin smile curled on the Supreme Leader’s lips. “These are unprecedented times, lieutenant.”

The emphasis on your title made your skin crawl. Snoke was calculated, sadistic. With his power, he was untouchable. The red veils surrounding you served as a constant reminder of his invulnerability.

“Now, I am curious. How did you manage that?” he added, tilting his head in intrigue. “A commoner like yourself rising to the rank of a commanding officer is no easy feat—even more so for a woman.”

You narrowed your eyes. “I hardly see how this is relevant to my new status as a noblewoman.”

Despite your outward naivety, you knew too well what being a noblewoman would entail. You’d known from the moment your betrothal was announced. You were to be the docile wife of a commander, providing him an heir, a spare, and a warm bed whenever he pleased. Your military career would be swept away by the title of Lady Ren, all traces of your independence lost to time. You couldn’t think of anything less appealing.

“As a Lady of the First Order, you will be granted privileges seldom given to others, such as this.” Snoke motioned to the surrounding space, and you found yourself unable to decipher his meaning.

He isn’t referring to having an audience with the ruler of the realm as a privilege, is he?

He continued, “The safety of the castle. Our stronghold. You will be protected within its walls.”

Oh. Of course.

You suppressed a scoff. “I find that hard to believe, considering Commander Ren has attempted to strangle me twice over since my arrival.”

“I see,” he mused, pressing an index finger to his lips in thought. “My mercurial underling. If only his mind were half as quick as his temper.”

Somehow, your first instinct was to defend Commander Ren from his inflaming remark. While the Supreme Leader was correct about Ren’s temperament, he didn’t see the side of him that you saw—however infrequently it may have showed itself. There was a tenderness to him, fleeting in nature, like a luminescent star ripping through the night sky. You saw it in his eyes as he sat before your hearth, again when he laced your bodice.

Or perhaps what you felt was just the lingering effects of his charm.

Snoke’s rough voice broke your reverie. “Nevertheless, I’m sure Commander Ren had his reasons. Just as I’m sure whatever actions may have led to these outbursts will cease henceforth, won’t they?”

Before you could answer, a searing pain sliced through your skull, its barbed tendrils reaching into the deepest part of your consciousness. Every muscle in your body became succinctly rigid, frozen in place as an invisible force suspended you midair. You squeezed your eyes shut and tried to call out; for the gods, for your mother—even for Commander Ren.

“You will behave yourself, insolent girl, or you will be disposed of.”

Despite your efforts, no sound would come from your throat. An eternity seemed to pass as the Supreme Leader kept you trapped, holding your feet to the fire of his anger. Mustering every ounce of strength, you forced your chin down in agreement, hot tears distorting your vision.

Without moving a muscle, he relinquished his hold on you, your knees cracking against the marble floor in an instant. The violet fabric of your gown pooled around you like the blood of a slain enemy, collecting the tears that fell from your chin.

Before you could find your voice, the creak of wood and subsequent rustling of armor behind you swiped your attention. The guards had readied their weapons, aiming at something other than you.

You flinched as the doors slammed shut, followed by a heavy—yet quick—footfall.

“What is the meaning of this?” Commander Ren’s voice was biting, filled with untamed fury as he entered the grand hall. His cloak rippled behind him like the night sea, silver sword in hand as he marched forward.

You scurried backwards on your tender palms, caught between his rage and the throne. He drew closer, only stopping at the intersection of two of the guards’ blades.

“Commander Ren, what a welcome surprise,” Snoke crooned. “Your bride was just leaving.”

His eyes found yours in an instant—wild and dark. Silently, you pleaded for his cooperation. If he were to strike at the guard, your life would be forfeit.

Outnumbered by eight blades, he stowed his own. “What have you done?” he demanded.

Though he was looking at you, his question was directed at the man atop the throne, whose enthusiasm at his subordinate’s display was palpable.

“Nothing you have not already done yourself,” Snoke growled. With that, he stood to his feet and stepped down from his throne, closing the gap you’d deliberately left and standing over you. “See her back to her chambers, Commander.”

A snarl flashed across Ren’s face as he pushed past the guards and kneeled before you, extending a gloved hand for you. Though he was quiet, his eyes were heavy with guilt.

With legs like a new foal, you accepted his help, gripping his hand like a lifeline as you stood. “Thank you.” The words floated from your mouth, burning your throat as they passed through.

He only nodded in return, guiding you away from the chamber. Because of his intrusion, the outer guards were now sealed inside, allowing some privacy in the dimly lit hall.

Ren came to a halt, moving both of his cool hands to rest on your shoulders, inspecting you. “Are you hurt?”

Averting your eyes, you shook your head dismissively, ignoring how your knees seemed to rattle with every step.

He let out an amused hum. “I find that hard to believe.”

“Believe what you will, Commander,” you managed to say through your dry mouth. “I’m fine.”

At that, the two of you carried on in silence, meandering through the castle, passing knights and servants alike down each corridor. Ren’s emotion rolled off of him like heat from a flame, slowly dwindling the further you were from the throne room.

As your legs regained their strength, so did your voice. “How did you know I was in there?”

“Does that really matter?”

“I’d say so. For all I know, you’re the reason he summoned me in the first place,” you argued, head spinning as you tried to recognize your surroundings. Only when you realized these walls were unfamiliar did your pace falter. “Stop!”

He obeyed, meeting you where you stood. “What?”

“Answer me.”

He let out a terse breath. “No, I am not the reason he summoned you. Come, we can discuss this later.”

At that, he began his stride again, but you didn’t follow. “No. I will not take one more step. Not before I know where you are taking me, as it is clearly not my chambers.”

“I’m bringing you somewhere private,” he finally answered.

“Are my chambers not private enough?”

“By the gods,” he hissed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “As I’m sure you’re well aware, it is unbecoming of me to be seen entering your chambers before we are wed.”

You scoffed. “How pragmatic of you.”

Ignoring your comment, he continued, “After your encounter with the Supreme Leader, I think it’s best if we avoid unnecessary speculation—for your sake.”

You couldn’t argue with him. If Snoke was inclined to submit you to the rawest agony over the slightest display of defiance, you could only imagine what else he was capable of.

“Fine,” you conceded, seeing reason in his words. “But let it be known that my cooperation does not reflect my satisfaction with this decision.”

A smile ghosted over his lips. “I know.”

[aspenmissing]

ꜱᴛᴀʀ ᴡᴀʀꜱ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ

☆ꜰʟᴜꜰꜰ | ❋ᴀɴɢꜱᴛ | ✧ꜱᴘɪᴄʏ | ​ʀᴇQᴜᴇꜱᴛᴇᴅ

ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴀɪɴ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ || ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴏᴠɪᴇꜱ

𝙾𝚋𝚒-𝚆𝚊𝚗 𝙺𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚋𝚒

𝙰𝚗𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗 𝚂𝚔𝚢𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚎𝚛

𝙻𝚞𝚔𝚎 𝚂𝚔𝚢𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚎𝚛

𝙷𝚊𝚗 𝚂𝚘𝚕𝚘

𝙺𝚢𝚕𝚘 𝚁𝚎𝚗

𝙿𝚘𝚎 𝙳𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚘𝚗

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙼𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚊𝚗/𝙳𝚒𝚗 𝙳𝚓𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗

𝙷𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗

[multi-fandom-imagine]

[Key]

-💔means it is an angst fic

-🥹means it is a family fic

-💘means it is an angst fic with a happy ending.

-🚫means it contains a Trigger Warning.

-🌻means its a HC / Imagine

-💞 means it is smut.

-➤

⭑

⭑Obi-Wan Kenobi⭑

Wearing nothing but his robes-💞

His favorite places to fuck you.-💞

Escort

⭑Anakin Skywalker⭑

Anakin smut-💞

Rescue

⭑Qimir⭑

Heatwave

Thunderstorms-💞

⭑Bode⭑

Fluff Bode

Wake up kiss

Best pillow

⭑Cal Kestis⭑

Team Kestis

Future / Sex / Love sound-💞

You are important.-💘

Is that my poncho?

Claim

Stay Still-💞

Don't leave me--💔

After

Force Bond

Meditation.

⭑Degen Gera⭑

Press

⭑Poe Dameron⭑

Do you think the moon is jealous?

⭑Din Djarin⭑

So soft

Din HC's

⭑Kylo Ren⭑

Is there a reason you’re naked in my bed

⭑The Bad Batch⭑

Wrecker

Tol has to bend down to kiss Smol.

[pastelghoul]

Late Night Thoughts - Kylo Ren x Apprentice!Reader

Scraped chapter from Asphyxia - Imagine hearing Kylo calling you through the force late at night ;) [slight smut warning] Pt 2 - here

You lay on your bed, staring at the ceiling. No matter what you tried, you couldn't fall asleep. Your thoughts kept falling back to Kylo Ren, the thought of what he'd do if you failed terrified you. You couldn't, no, wouldn't fail. Eventually, you gave up trying to sleep. You slipped a hand beneath your underwear, gently rubbing yourself as you closed your eyes in an attempt to relax.

You bit your lip, muffling your moans at the thought of him pressing up against you, his large hands caressing your soft skin, cupping your waist and groping your breasts. His messy hair falling across his flushed face as he fucks you, going deeper with every thrust.

A moan escaped your lips, however you couldn't care less as you lost yourself in the ecstasy of the moment. The thought of his throbbing cock inside of you, rutting into you until he finally blew his load inside pushed you over the edge. You orgasmed all over your fingers, one final, rather loud moan echoing through your chambers as you finished.

You made your way over to the bathroom, washing your hands as you gazed in the mirror at your messy appearance.

"Y/n..."

You froze, turning around expecting to see Kylo, yet you were alone. You shook your head, sure you were hearing things; until you heard him call out a second time, this time his tone was breathier, warmer, it almost sounded pained. You threw a robe around yourself as you silently hurried out of your chambers and down the hall towards Kylo Ren's chambers.

Pausing at the door, you pressed an ear against it and sure enough, the suspicions were confirmed. You blushed as you heard distinct fapping sounds followed by breathy moans. Your eyes widened as your name escaped his lips, followed by grunts and moans.

Suddenly the noises stopped, panic setting in as you realised he was going to catch you eavesdropping on him. You backed away from the door just as it slid open, revealing the darkened silhouette of your Master. You couldn't see his face, obscured by the shadows of his room in the absence of his mask, however you didn't fail to notice he was in fact shirtless, the outline of his muscular torso just visible in the darkness.

You blushed at the sight of his chiselled body, eyes trailing from his pecs to his defined abs, your gaze haltering at his v outline.

"... did you need something?" Kylo Ren asked, muttering your name. You could tell he was annoyed at being interrupted, yet his voice didn't give away what he'd been doing moments ago, he was rather put together aside from a slight breathlessness.

"Uh, I- uh, no, I-" You stumbled over your words, not sure what to say. You couldn't tell him he called to me while he was jerking off! He's your master! Did he even know he did it? Kylo folded his arms expectantly.

"Sorry." You mumble, finally looking up at him. "I couldn't sleep, I'm too nervous about tomorrow." It was technically true.

Kylo sighed, shaking his head. "I am not going to replace you. For the last two days all I've heard buzzing through your head is this senseless nonsense of what will happen if you fail this mission." He pulled you into the doorway of his room, backing you up against the wall and resting an arm above your head.

"You will not fail me." his voice was deep, tired from working all day. You nodded, gazing up at him, attempting to make out his features that were cloaked in darkness. His warm breath brushed against your face, the faint scent of pine and sweat emanating from him. The two of you stood like that in silence for what felt like hours, but in reality was only a few seconds.

"Get to sleep." he spoke, breaking the silence as he backed away. You nodded hastily, bidding him goodnight before making your way back to your chambers. Your cheeks burned bright red while your stomach was doing somersaults at the thought of almost being caught back there.

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

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

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

pair: aemond x reader

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

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

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

In the galaxy, everyone feared him.

Until you.

A nobody living in the stories of galaxy.

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

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

You hoped that your life isn’t meaningless.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Must be the heat,” you retorted.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Only the corners of Aemond’s lips curled.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Semen spurted in your slippery mouth.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“But you’re the enemy,” you remarked.

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

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

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

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

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

“Aemond,” you moaned, head threw back.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Is this the power of force?”

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

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

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

And you both shared a tender kiss under dimmed light.

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lost in yesterday - kylo ren x male reader

yeehaw gays in space 🤠 happy pride month folks

warnings/things to note: suggestive but no smut, male reader, hints of reader's unstable mental health, uhh not really canon timeline but it's fineee

this is also part one of 2 ( call out my name )

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word count: 1,831

After bullshitting your way through life, you finally managed to get caught in the crossfire between the First Order and the Resistance, which was definitely not good as you've been in some pretty hot water with both sides.

Currently, you found yourself strapped to an interrogation bed in the Supreme Leader Kylo Ren's ship. He stood menacingly above you, wanting to instill fear into your defiant being.

"I won't ask again," his deep voice pulls you back to the present. "Are you a member of the Resistance?"

In actuality you weren't, you were just another smuggler following the footsteps of the great ones before you. But you knew you'd probably be sent to death row within the hour if you said that. So, you did what you did best.

"Does a Wookie shit in the woods?" You grunted in reply, earning an ice-cold glare from Kylo. He grabbed a fistful of your hair, tugging your head back as he pulled on it roughly.

"I suggest you cooperate, unless you want things to get more painful than necessary," he warned over your groan of pain. Your head was already throbbing from the stormtroopers' beatings and lack of hydration, and it only grew the tighter he held your hair. You licked your lips and panted heavily.

"Mmh, don't tug any harder or I might just come."

Kylo rolled his eyes at your cheeky response.

"Quite the smart mouth you have there," he replied, gripping your hair even tighter. He leaned down slightly, his face inches away from yours.

"Are you trying to provoke me?"

You whimpered, your mouth turning agape and almost twisting in a half-smirk. "A-Ahh, I wasn't kidding..."

Kylo's expression darkened almost instantly as he pulled your hair even tighter, your back arching as you let out a pained gasp. He leaned in closer, his mouth just millimeters away from your ear.

"Watch yourself," he whispered, his voice a low, intimidating growl. "I could easily break you if I wanted to."

"Kinky!~" You grunted, your shit-eating grin never leaving even though your heart was pounding.

Kylo's eyes narrowed as a flicker of irritation flashed across his face. He released your hair and stepped away from you, his arms crossing over his broad chest as your head slumped.

"You really don't know when to shut up, do you?" he asked, annoyance dripping from his voice. "I could have you tortured for days for your smart mouth."

You took this short moment of respite to catch your breath before giggling softly. Maybe you were losing your mind, but he just looked too funny in that last moment.

His eyebrow raised in curiosity as he heard your soft giggles. He stepped forward again, his hand reaching out to tuck your bangs behind your ear.

"What's so funny?" he asked, his tone still edged with irritation.

"You're- you're trying so hard to get me all scared for my life and whatnot," you paused to chuckle some more, your head lowering again to hide your manic smile. "When really, I don't give two shits about it! I have nothing to give you and nothing to lose!"

Kylo's eyes widened in surprise at your boldness. He wasn't used to someone being so unflinchingly fearless in his presence, especially someone who was strapped down like a prisoner.

"You think you're invincible, do you?" he questioned, his tone now holding a hint of fascination. "You don't care if I hurt you? You don't care if I break you?"

"Nah," you shook your head, lifting it to show him just how unafraid you were. His forehead wrinkled as he observed it. He just couldn't fathom how someone could be so carefree in such a dire situation. He walked around the bed, stopping next to you and looking down at your bound form.

"You're either incredibly brave or incredibly foolish," he stated, his eyes studying your face intently as you shrugged.

"I get that exact statement more than I do credits," you chuckled under your breath.

Kylo scoffed in disbelief. He ran a hand through his dark raven hair, shaking his head slightly. "You're unlike anyone I've ever interrogated before," he admitted.

"The others all break eventually, begging for mercy. But you…" he trailed off, his gaze roaming over your face again.

You shook your head, your smile never leaving your face as you held his gaze. "I exist out of spite. And let me tell you, it is glorious."

Kylo chuckled darkly at your snarky comment. He placed a hand on the bed next to your hip, leaning down to get closer to your face. "Spite, huh?" he repeated, his gaze locked with yours.

"You're a walking contradiction, you know that? Defiant and yet… somewhat amusing."

"That's what gives me so much power, darling," you winked.

"Oh, but... not physical, of course," you added, tugging at the restraints with a soft chuckle. "No, I'm talking mental power. You see, I just so happened to have found the cheat codes to the entire kriffing galaxy, and I am winning."

His eyes widened in amusement at your words. He chuckled again, shaking his head in disbelief. "So, you think you've found the secret to life, huh?" he said, his voice a mixture of amusement and annoyance. "You're tied down to my interrogation slab and have literally no power, but somehow, you're winning?"

Your eyebrow raised, "well, you haven't exactly broken me yet now, have you?"

Kylo's jaw clenched as your smirk hit a nerve. He couldn't deny that you were right, but he wasn't about to admit it out loud.

"I'll break you, eventually," he warned, his eyes narrowing slightly. "I've broken countless others before. You're no different."

"Mhm," you replied sarcastically. "Just don't go crying back to Daddy when we don't work out, okay?"

His eyes widened in shock, his irritation growing by the second as he clenched his fists to control it from flying right into your face. He stepped closer, towering over you as he spoke through gritted teeth.

"Don't push your luck, smart mouth," he practically growled. "I have ways to make you regret ever being born."

"Oh, honey," you laughed, shaking your head. "You're going to have to try much harder, I already regret it every waking day!"

Kylo's patience reached its breaking point. He grabbed your jaw, forcing you to look up at him.

"You really have no sense of self-preservation, do you?" he demanded, anger lacing his words. "You think this is all a game, don't you? You think you can just taunt and tease me, and I'll just let you go?"

"Oh, no- I don't plan on leaving. No, no, you're really a great host," you answered, your tone laced with sarcasm and a smirk.

His cold eyes darkened with anger, his grip on your jaw becoming tighter. He gritted his teeth, struggling to keep his temper in check.

"Oh, you think you're real cute, don't you?" he snarled. "You think your sarcastic comments and smirks are going to save you, but let me tell you something..."

He leaned in closer, his face inches away from yours.

"I can make your life a living hell if I want to. I can make you beg for death, and I won't hesitate to do it. So watch yourself, smartass."

You leaned your head closer as well, your lips barely hovering each other's. "I already beg the Maker for my death, and every day I wake is a living hell," you whispered into his mouth. "So you're going to have to try so much harder if you want to break me."

The Supreme Leader's breath caught in his throat as you leaned closer, your lips dangerously close to touching his. He could feel your hot breath on his face, sending a strange wave of feelings through him. He hadn't been this close to someone, let alone a prisoner, in a very long time.

He swallowed hard, his expression faltering for just a moment before he regained his composure. He released your jaw, backing away slightly as he composed himself.

"You're nothing but a walking contradiction," he grumbled, his voice now tinged with something other than irritation.

"Like I said," you shrugged while returning to your resting position. "I exist out of spite."

Kylo rubbed a hand over his face, his frustration slowly turning into fascination. You were unlike anyone he had ever met before. Most prisoners would be quivering in fear, doing everything they could to please him in hopes of being spared. But you were different. You were fearless, taunting and teasing him, seemingly unintimidated by his presence or power.

He couldn't understand it. Why weren't you afraid? Why weren't you begging for mercy? Instead, you were… smiling?

he scoffed and leaned against a nearby wall, crossing his arms over his chest as he observed you. His mind raced with questions and curiosity.

"Why aren't you afraid?" he finally spoke up, his voice calmer now but still laced with intrigue. "Most prisoners beg and plea for mercy, but you… you act like this is all some kind of game. Like you're enjoying this."

You leaned towards him as close as you could within your restraints, remaining firm eye contact.

"I'm proving that you're not as powerful as you promote yourself to be," you stated simply, your voice low and finally serious.

This earned another raised eyebrow at your response, leaving him somewhat impressed by your unwavering confidence.

"And you think this is the way to prove it?" he questioned, a hint of amusement in his voice. "By being snarky and defiant? Good luck with that. I've dealt with plenty like you before."

"But no one is just like me, now are they?" you smiled, leaning back again.

Kylo studied you closely, his gaze roaming over your calm, confident form. He couldn't deny that there was something different about you. You seemed untouchable, almost completely unbothered by the dangerous situation you were in.

He pushed himself off the wall, his footsteps echoing through the room as he walked over to the edge of the bed. He leaned down, his face now just inches away from yours.

"You're either recklessly brave, or incredibly stupid," he stated, his eyes never leaving yours.

"You already said that, but thank you, sweetheart," you teased, giggling again as you watched him suddenly turn to leave in fury. "Hey. Same time next week?"

This caused him to freeze in his tracks, his eyebrow twitching in irritation. He looked over his shoulder, his eyes narrowing as he shot you a glare.

"You think you're clever, don't you?" he snapped, his voice a mix of annoyance and something else. Without another word, he pushed past the doors and made his way down the corridor, his mind replaying the interaction again and again.

Your giggles died down, and you had to bite your lip to hide your pained sobs slipping through them. No, you had to be strong. You had to live, to spite the galaxy.

[hannibals-favourite-meal]

Kylo Ren x plus size reader

The Supreme Leader had granted his padawan one vice, one thing he could take pleasure from, one thing that was only his. He could have picked spice or hooch, but the troubled Sith chose her.

Series Warnings: reader was kidnapped and manipulated into being a pleasure slave, tagged dub con to be safe, little bit of non con, smut, d/s dynamics, angst, fluff, blood, each chapter has their own warnings as well

WC: 13k

Minors DNI

‧₊˚His Pick‧₊˚

‧₊˚His First Hit‧₊˚

‧₊˚His High‧₊˚

‧₊˚His Addiction‧₊˚

‧₊˚His Weakness‧₊˚

‧₊˚His Greatest Strength‧₊˚

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Star Wars: Imagine Rey coming to save you after Kylo Ren kidnaps you.

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Echoes of footsteps pierced through your dream as you slowly came back from your unconsciousness. You groaned at the pounding headache, trying to grasp your head, but something prevented you from moving your arms, and your eyes shot open.

No.

You were in a room full of consoles, you could hear Stormtroopers talking, you were tied in this chair - and then you remembered the battle.

You had just knocked out a stormtrooper who had snuck up behind Rey, and you had smiled at her as she spun around.

“You’re welcome,” you had told her, and she had smiled back before her smile suddenly disappeared and before you could react, you felt a hard impact and everything had become black.

You had been kidnapped. That much was certain now. It had been only a matter of time really - your reputation in the Rebellion had spread wide, you had led countless successful rescue missions, you had destroyed multiple Imperial stations and bases… you were Leia’s go-to soldier if there was a particularly dangerous mission coming up, because she knew you could pull it off.

So when you heard the door hissing as it opened, you could already guess who it was, despite him being behind you. “Kylo Ren.”

He was quiet for a moment, before he took a few steps towards your chair. You refused to look at him, but you saw a piece of his cape from the corner of your eye.

“I apologize for the discomfort,” he said, mockingly pretending empathy. “You will get something to drink soon.”

You scoffed. “You should know better than not realize that I won’t drink anything you give me.”

Kylo sighed, stepping in front of you. “It would be easier if you would cooperate with me. Maybe we could even come up with a peaceful solution for this… situation.”

"I won't give my friends up," you spat at him. "Especially not to a man who tries to be a copy of Darth Vader while not being even half as terrifying as he was."

He took a few steps to the side, circling you like a predator. "You're protecting your 'friends', who aren't coming to save you. How noble."

“Sounds like true loyalty is a foreign term for you.”

“Hm.”

You both were quiet for a moment, before Kylo pulled out a tablet from one of the console trays.

“We’ve been tracking your camp location since the battle, and we have found it. If you tell us information about where to find Crendrund’s Library, we can spare some of your friends.”

You stared at him. Crendrund’s Library. They knew you had found it? Numerous artifacts hidden away, a vast amount of knowledge you would use for your advantage in your war against the Empire. All that in the heart of Zephyrus Nebula, on that little ocean planet with a lone island.

But somehow you still managed to keep a straight face. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

He was quiet, and you saw his fist clenching. You felt crooked satisfaction from seeing that - he was already growing frustrated. Him being frustrated spoke of him not being sure if you were the right person to kidnap. You may not know anything useful after all - and if he made a mistake, his Master wouldn’t be happy.

He straightened up, putting the tablet back into the console. “You have until tomorrow morning to change your mind. And if you haven’t… well, you will have to endure so much pain that you won’t leave this ship sane.”

Then, he left, the door hissing open. You felt his eyes on you one last time, and then you were alone again once the door shut. You closed your eyes for a moment, letting out a breath.

There was no way you could escape. There was nothing near you that you could use. There was nothing in the room at all in fact, unless something was behind you.

You didn’t want to die, nor lose your sanity, but for your friends, for the cause - you would do anything. Even if the torture would last for days, weeks. You would never give your friends up.

Kylo would also try to get inside your mind, maybe after torturing you. But you were determined, practiced with it since you were a child, since your parents first brought you to the rebellion base. Everyone thought a small child like you didn’t belong there at first, but quickly changed their minds when they saw how gifted you were, how quickly you learned to defend yourself, and how smart you were in tricking people. And all that had paid off when you were sent on your first mission.

Everything was ending at some point, you had always told yourself. And your ending would come in hands of Kylo Ren, but he’d torture you in vain. He’d have to crawl to his master and tell him that he has failed. You’d get to humiliate him as the last thing you did.

Then, the door hissed again and you sighed, his Master had likely ushered him back like a dog.

But then, you heard Rey’s voice whispering your name, and your heart jumped - you definitely hadn’t expected her to come, especially not so soon.

“Rey?” you whispered back, and she came to stand in front of you, looking over your restraints. “What are you doing here? How did you get here so fast?”

She frowned. “Fast? It’s been over a week since you were taken.”

You huffed. Of course. They had been probing your mind while keeping you in a Force-induced coma, and suddenly the fact that they knew that bit of Crendrund’s Library made sense. But even when you were unconscious, your mind didn’t let them dig deeper than that - which made it seem like you knew that it had been found, but you didn’t know anything beyond that. But Kylo’s Master surely guessed you wouldn’t be left outside such information, and that’s why Kylo had tried to make you tell more, scare you by threatening your friends.

“They know we’re planning to find Crendrund,” you whispered to Rey as she worked on prying open your restraints. “Ren threatened to attack our base if I didn't tell him where to find it.”

“What?” Rey gasped, and you shook your head.

“I didn’t tell them anything and I don’t believe they actually found our base, but I just… they know.”

Rey was quiet for a moment as she worked on your ankles, and then helped you up, hugging you. “We were all scared of losing you.”

You nodded and glanced towards the door. “Let’s get out of here.”

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This is an open ending. Any continuation parts are not being planned as for now. I may write one someday, but not promising anything. It might take even years before any kind of continuation would come out, as Star Wars isn't my main fandom and I write for it just for practice and variety really, so I wouldn't get bored with my main fandoms. Making this note just so it would lessen people demanding me to write a part 2/expecting me to write a part 2. I'll do it if I feel like it, it may happen this year or in 2030 or beyond that.

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13: animalica | kylo ren x reader

part 13 of the "bump it, cool it" series: masterlist. | playlist

pairing: [modern!au] kylo ren x reader chapter warnings: explicit language and smut (hickeys, cunnilingus, unprotected sex, kinda hate sex but then it gets fluffy) word count: 7.7k series summary: when your roommate’s older brother needs a place to crash, you begrudgingly offer up your couch— only to realize he’s the most insufferable, entitled asshole you’ve ever met. the worst part? you can’t seem to stop thinking about him. notes: *hands you chapter 13* this is filthy and NOT proofread. *crashes tf out*

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The long trek through the Upper West Side proved the toughest. The city blurred past in a kaleidoscope of headlights and neon, the rush of bodies shoving against you as you weaved through the crowded sidewalks.

Thick beads of sweat slick your skin, sticking to your tank top. Your thighs and calves burn. Someone shouted obscenities when you elbowed your way out of the subway car earlier.

As you book it through your neighborhood, your heaving draws the attention of a few pacing kids and their parents out on an afternoon stroll. Some of them, you recognize. They issue you worried glances and awkward stares that you quickly wave away with a wild smile.

When you finally reach your building, your hands tremble as you fumble with the gate. A soft tremor settles into your palm as you sort through your collection of decorative keychains, searching for the right key. Your eyes skim over the time.

Then, bingo.

Your pulse is a wild drumbeat in your ears, breath ragged as you try and shove the keys in. It takes you exactly three tries and four breathy curses to finally unlock it. You take a few long paces toward the entrance, quickly inputting the 4-digit code you know by heart. Once the heavy door clicks open, you push onto it with your whole weight, hopping the steps two at a time once you reach the staircase.

The adrenaline drumming through your body makes the three floors feel like a brisk walk. Your bated breath echoes through the dim hallway as you finally approach your apartment, leaning against the doorway and beginning to knock fervently.

“Kylo!” you gasp, voice cracking from exertion as the sound of pounded wood booms through the space around you.

Silence.

Your stomach knots painfully as you check the time again.

You fish your keys out once more, quickly finding the largest and shoving it in one try. The lock clicks open, urging you to barge inside. You hope your poor neighbors aren’t suspecting a break-in with all the commotion you’re making, but regardless, it’s something you’d have to deal with later.

You march inside, chest still heaving as you drop your belongings onto the couch; Kylo’s bed. It sits there serenely, stagnant in the silence of the apartment as you haphazardly kick your shoes off.

“Kylo?” You call out again, leaning your weight against the headrest. With your muscles stagnant again, the adrenaline coursing your veins drops dramatically. Your diaphragm contracts, making you gasp and sigh in over-exertion.

The kitchen is in mild disarray, piled with a few mugs and glasses. Something in the air smells vaguely of coffee, meaning he must have been here recently.

“Damn it,” you huff, the sweat on your back beginning to cool uncomfortably. With a swift, albeit awkward move, you hitch your hoodie off your head with a loud, carrying yell.

“Fucking—Ben Solo!”

Then, from the hallway, you hear a doorway click closed. You throw your discarded clothing on the couch alongside your bag, biting your lip as you listen in. Your ears ring.

“What the hell is wrong with you?”

Your head snaps toward the baritone, sweat-slick hair whipping wildly as you face the hallway.

And there he is.

Fresh out of the shower, damp curls falling in thick waves over his forehead and a towel slung around his neck. His charcoal-grey shirt clings to his chest in places, damp in others, as evidence that he barely finished toweling off before you came crashing through the door like a fucking lunatic.

His brows furrow as he steps closer. You freeze.

You knew you had to see him, and that notion alone has fuelled you thus far. Except now, the sight of him makes you realize you didn’t account for the remorse that begins to creep up your spine.

Kylo’s gaze quickly flits over your blush-stricken face, lowering toward your dampened tank top. You cross your arms, protecting the thin material from the peering.

When his eyes meet yours again, you’re astonished to spot a glint of amusement.

“Did you—” he croaks, flattening his lips to stop a smirk from emerging, “did you run here?”

You blink, still gulping for air, hands flexing at your sides as you gauge his physique. Even in a crisis, you find yourself struggling to look away from his strong arms and star-speckled nose.

“I—”

The sight of him is too much.

Your body is still alight with adrenaline, mind reeling with every revelation from the balcony, the cafe, and Sienna’s words. The boy he was, the man he became; standing in front of you now, looking at you like you never meant him any harm.

“I thought you had a meeting,” you manage, voice softer now, like you’re suddenly aware of how desperate you sound.

His expression shifts, confusion knitting his brow. “They canceled it.” His eyes sweep over you. “Why are you—?”

But you don’t let him finish. Because in this moment, nothing else matters: not the kiss, not the argument, and not even Rey.

You just needed him to know.

“I know about your mom,” you breathe.

The words leave your lips before you can stop them, and for a moment, time slows around you.

Kylo’s expression shifts. It’s quick, like the smallest flicker vulnerability, before his face settles into a blank, characteristic mask of the man he forced himself to be for years before you even knew his name.

You watch the way his throat bobs, fingers twitching where they clutch the towel.

Silence stretches between you like a taut, suffocating thread.

He clears his throat, whipping the cotton fabric off his neck. He walks back, hitching the towel against the headrest of a chair. “What did you just say?”

The heat in your limbs hasn’t dissipated, but a different kind of tension creeps in now. The sharp, dagger-like sensation flows through your bones, urging you a step forward.

You square your shoulders, refusing to shrink beneath the weight of his stare when he finally looks.

“Sienna told me.”

That flicker returns, like a crack in his armor.

“You—” he trails lowly, eyes flickering with confusion while yours widen. “You talked to her?”

To pick up the pieces, you quickly shake your head, your arms flailing wildly in denial. You’re afraid that even context won’t save your dignity in this situation, but it’ll have to do for now. After all, words are all you have now.

“No! No, no—” you object, rubbing at your face with both hands to calm the redness threatening to rise. Then, with a short exhale, you face him with a pointed glare. “I was around the block getting coffee, and she just… I don’t know, she just happened to be there. I didn’t even recognize her at first until she…”

The memory of her saccharine laugh carries through your skull, making you wince. You take a short, ragged breath before continuing.

“I know it sounds bat-shit insane and you can kick my ass for this later, but—” you swallow thickly, facing him with guilt in your eyes. “We spoke.”

The hum he emits is rough, edged with something like impatience. You catch his body turn slightly like he’s about to walk away, but you step forward before he has the chance.

“She told me about the way you grew up.” You press on, voice steadier and stronger now that your anxiety has settled. “About your father. About Rey.”

That stops him. Something shifts in his mein, tightening his jaw as he turns toward you. His back is tense, heaving with the weight of his steady breath as you step even closer.

Kylo scoffs quietly, running a hand through his damp curls as he watches the floor with a sudden, keen interest. “Of course she did.”

“I— Kylo, I had no idea,” you say softly, being severely mindful of your tone. It carries through the air uninterrupted, reaching him in a flinch. “You should’ve told me.”

He exhales slowly, eyes flicking away from you. His jaw clenches, nostrils flaring, and you recognize the battle playing out inside him like clockwork. He towers in front of you like a wild beast waiting to be tamed. A man wanting to be broken-in by a soft, guiding hand.

A hand you desperately want to offer.

“Why would I?” he finally says, voice edged with little venom. You’re not sure if he’s tired or if the aftermath of your kiss has finally shoved him into an unfortunate, fatal resignation. “What difference would it make?”

You swallow hard, fingers flexing at your sides.

You knew his reasoning. You knew he held things in until they festered into pain and morphed into something impossible to unweave. And you knew that, at the end of the day, it wasn’t his fault.

“Because I wouldn’t have left.”

His gaze snaps back to you, a fleeting twilight flashing behind his eyes. His lips part, and for a second, you think he might say something true. Something fundamentally life-changing to you both.

But then, despite your deepest hopes, the mask drops back down.

“I didn’t need you to stay,” he huffs lowly, facing you with a certain flicker of sorrow in his eyes. “You made your choice.”

A muscle in your jaw jumps, but your heart beats steadily.

After your winded conversation with Sienna, something about Kylo clicked to you. It’s like the veil slipped and allowed you to see his wrangle for what it truly was, and that alone has melted all semblance of rage brewing in your body.

You knew he was shutting down and deflecting, pretending it doesn’t matter and, more significantly, pretending you don’t matter. Acting like you haven’t spent every night in this damned apartment orbiting each other like you were bound to collide.

Your fingers twitch at your sides. "Bullshit."

Kylo scoffs, rubbing his face with both hands. His damp curls fall even messier over his forehead, clinging to his skin like wild tendrils.

“You don’t get to say that,” he mutters, voice low and sharp.

But you’re exhausted, too. And more than that, you’re fucking frantic.

“Why?” you snap, stepping closer. “Because it makes you uncomfortable? Because you don’t want to talk about it?” you trail, arms flailing in the small space between you. “Because you think that if you just sit in your own misery long enough, no one will even dare to try and understand you?”

Kylo’s brows furrow, and something in his expression once again cracks just a fraction.

‘Good,’ you think through a stubborn scowl. ‘Let it fall apart.’

“Just say it,” you push, stepping even closer now, toe to toe with your sorrowful giant. “Tell me this means nothing.”

His lips part, but nothing comes out. Because you know that, in good faith, he can’t speak a lie this large and significant.

His hands flex at his sides, chest rising and falling fast, and fuck, you’re close enough to see the way his pupils swallow up those dark, glassy eyes of his like thundering seas.

"I—I know this has been difficult, but… but I just feel like I finally get you, okay? And, despite your shitty witticisms and… and your general… disdain for my existance," You laugh bitterly, shaking your head to steady your quivering voice before you finally face him. "I know that… that at the end of the day, you’re more than that. I know you don’t want to be alone."

Your voice wavers on the last word, heart splintering with an ache though you know it should be angry instead. Every step forward felt like two steps backward, even after you’ve pushed every threshold there was to push. You knew that now, it was all up to him to decide your fate.

You swallow, eyes flitting over his tensed-up facade and taking in the sheer, resonant ache in those dark eyes of his. The eyes you’ve taken in with frustration, when you should have noticed the shame. The same ones that now flit with something that makes your chest rumble.

“Ben,” you begin again, breaking the taut silence with your soft lilt. He darts over your features in microscopic movements, lips tight when he swallows at your proximity.

The air between you is razor-thin, weighted with a suffocating, agonizing vehemence.

“Why did you kiss me?”

Kylo doesn’t move. He blinks once, painstakingly slow. Then, his jaw tightens.

His breath is measured when he finally exhales, long and slow as it darts across your cheeks.

“You already know why,” he says lowly, and the softness that lines his lilt makes you want to come undone where you stand.

“No,” you shake your head, stepping close enough that you can feel the heat rolling off his body and catch the damp scent of his shampoo in the stagnant air between you. “I don’t.”

A muscle in his jaw ticks. He looks away for a fraction of a second before his gaze is on you again, burning into your soul like little embers. You see them in his eyes, exploding with pure, uninhibited fervor. It’s as passionate as he’ll let himself be, yet you want to press for more.

“You—” He huffs in exasperation, fingers twitching at his sides. “You’re—”

“I’m what?” you force ahead, urging him into a corner. His back collides with the hallway wall, emitting a soft, dull thud.

Kylo’s nostrils flare. His hands finally move, pushing through the damp curls at his temples with a slight, barely-there tremor.

“You wouldn’t understand,” he grits out, but you’re already beyond his excuses to let it slide.

“Try me.”

His eyes flicker over your face, searching for something you so desperately want to offer.

“You think I push you away on purpose?” he suddenly murmurs, his voice edged with a strange ascerbity that you greedily welcome.

You flatten your lips, licking the bottom half as you still in place.

“I think you—”

“No.” He counters with a bite, lifting his gaze to meet yours. When your lips part, you struggle to emit more than a quiet stutter. Kylo, on the other hand, picks up where you left off, straightening his posture to successfully dwarf you. “Listen to me.”

His breath is unsteady. His eyes are sharp, burning through you like you love it most.

“You think I don’t want this?” Kylo asks low and rough, the result of it pressing hard against your ribs. “You think I don’t want you?”

You swallow hard with a quiet tick, watching him ascribe like he’s the only one you’d ever allow. His chest rises and falls in uneven breaths, head shaking in short, staggering motions.

“That’s not it,” he says, voice softer now but still tight, like admitting it cost him a piece of his heart. “That’s never been it.”

You bite your bottom lip, worrying it there til it draws a trickle of blood. Your stomach clenches at the silent furrow of his eyebrows, like he’s at war with no one but himself.

And then it dawns on you.

He wants you, too.

The realization hits you like a thunderclap, spinning the air around you like a powerful current.

“Then what is it?” you ask quietly.

Kylo exhales sharply, his jaw tightening as he sizes you up. The sheer feeling of his eyes penetrating you urges a quiet, fleeting gasp from your lips, spreading into the dormant air between you like a guilty prayer.

“I…” he mutters, voice barely above a whisper as his eyes flit across your face, down to your reddened cheeks and bitten lips. “I don’t know how.” He trails off, jaw clenched tight. And when his eyes shut, you think they might just stay that way.

His nose flares with a deep inhale, letting the breath settle into his lungs slowly, almost tenaciously. You watch in silent awe, taking in the marvelous sight of his plush lips silently testing the words before he even utters.

When his eyes flutter open again, your breath catches.

“I don’t know how to let you in without ruining it.”

There it is. The real reason. The thing he’s been too fearful to say was finally seeing the dim light of day. The dawn of your judgment.

Kylo Ren, for all his intensity, coldness, and strength, was afraid of this tether between you and what it would mean if he let himself succumb to it.

And it’s that culmination, that vulnerable truth, that finally lets you advance.

Your hands lift before you can think better of it, fingers grazing his jaw, thumbs pressing into the heat of his cheekbones. Kylo stills instantly, dark eyes flickering, his entire frame tense as if waiting for the inevitable impact that is you.

“Ben,” you whisper, and you feel the way he exhales, the name alone knocking the breath from his lungs. You know it does.

And so, with all the certainty you can muster, you lean into his shoulder and take cover in the safety of it. The familiar, all-encompassing scent of pine envelops you like holy fire, your hand tracing the lobe of his reddened ear.

Your breath falls hot on his neck.

“Let me try.”

And when his chest shudders, you know you’ve signed your demise.

His hands surge forward, grasping your face haphazardly and enveloping you in a tight, devoted warmth that reels your body inward. Your chests collide.

When his lips meet yours, it’s not careful or slow.

It’s painfully, disastrously anguished.

You crash together in a symphony of gasps, his teeth grazing your lip and making you mewl at the nipping pain it exudes.

Kylo reacts accordingly, his mouth curling against yours with a sharp, humorous exhale. His fingers dig into the sides of your face, keeping you close as he swallows your breath like it belongs to him and no one else.

And this time?

You let it happen.

His hands slide down, anchoring at your hips for a beat only to pull you flush against him. Your chest squishes against muscle, urging a quiet moan from your throat.

Fuck, you feel filthy.

Your teeth clack a little with the next kiss. You can’t help but roll your eyes at his uninhibited craving, yet the notion surges a wave of heat through your thighs.

You tug at his shirt with clumsy hands, half-blind with want, and he groans when your fingers accidentally scratch down his stomach. He’s laughing breathlessly now, dragging you backwards down the hallway in short stumbles.

You barely make it through the frame before he’s got you pressed against the wall, your back colliding with a dull thud.

“You better not bruise,” he whispers into your mouth.

You snort, your lips brushing his again with a matching smile. "You worried about me?"

"I’m not," he lies, biting at your bottom lip with a strained smirk. "I just don’t want you whining later."

You gasp dramatically and swat his shoulder. He catches your wrist in mid-air and pins it to the wall with a wicked grin, chasing your gaze like a madman.

"You’re such an asshole," you breathe, but you're already tilting your head to kiss him again.

Kylo leans back, keeping a safe distance as you mewl for contact. "You like me that way."

He looks down at you through dark lashes, his starved gaze raking down your sweat-slick body like he plans on devouring you whole. You pray he will.

You scoff through bitten lips, licking off the rawness he left behind. You can’t help but size him up, taking in the soft, cruel need painting his gaze as you stand beneath him with little agency.

"I tolerate you."

He grins, wanton and boyish. The sight knocks a shiver straight down your core, making your thighs clench with a pleasant itch.

"Liar."

He lifts you like it’s second nature, stumbling the two of you into your room and kicking the door shut behind him with a sharp clunk.

As you move forward, Kylo stumbles over something on the floor with a quiet hiss. He catches his balance just in time, grasping you tightly to prevent you from slipping off.

“Your room’s fucking filthy,” Kylo mutters as he deposits you unceremoniously on the bed, crawling over you in one swift motion.

“You’ll survive,” you pant quietly, writhing under him as he drags his mouth down your throat, nipping until he feels you shudder.

“Barely.”

Your laugh turns into a gasp as he drags your shirt up over your ribs and dips his head, teeth grazing against the sensitive skin of your throat. He shifts back for a moment, breaking the kiss.

“Fuck—Oh, c’mon,” you sigh dramatically, frustrated with the sudden lack of contact as he surveys your exposed upper-half.

You watch his eyes glaze over with craving, flitting over your bra-clad chest and glowing skin.

His mouth parts like he’s trying to say something, but no sound comes out besides a quiet, ragged exhale. He runs a hand through his curls, then plants his palm flat beside your head, staring down at you with a tensed jaw.

You take this time to exhale slowly, shifting your shoulders against the pillow below. When your gaze connects with his, a wanton, teasing smirk creeps to your face like the ghost of your anticipation.

“What?” you challenge, breathless and sweat-slick from your earlier marathon. “Never seen a girl before?”

He huffs with a halfhearted scoff, his hand reaching for the strap of your bra. You watch with bated breath as he snaps it lightly before dragging one knuckle along the curve of your clothed breast.

“Not one like you,” he mutters, and you think you might jump him right here and now.

But he doesn’t give you time to answer or do anything for that matter as his mouth presses hot kisses down your collarbone, sucking gently yet not enough to leave a mark.

You arch into him, and he chuckles darkly against your skin.

“God, you’re obsessed with me,” you hiss through a grin, holding onto any semblance of control you have left, though you know your resources are steadily depleting with every kiss and nip.

He lifts his head, eyes blazing into your skin.

“Yeah?” he says, breath hitching as he unclasps your bra with a single, practiced flick that sends goosebumps down your arms. You barely stop yourself from gasping. "Don't flatter yourself."

You toy your bottom lip between your teeth, looking up at him with a lazy, licentious smile. “Too late.”

His mouth twitches, eyes dragging down your body with shameless hunger.

In a snap, he shoves the bra down your arms with all the reverence. His palms curve beneath your breasts, rough thumbs grazing across your nipples as soon as they come into view.

You jolt under him, trying hard not to moan at the ridiculous display of experience.

“What?” he murmurs, leaning in close and letting his lips ghost against your jaw. “You were begging for this five minutes ago.”

“I was yelling at you five minutes ago,” you snap, heat flaring through your core despite yourself.

Kylo whistles with a haphazard shrug, leaning his weight onto one elbow as he rakes over your body again.

“Same thing,” he mutters, before dipping his head and sucking a mark into the skin just above your heart. Your back arches involuntarily, head dipping back to grant him easier access even if you know you’ll spend an hour in the bathroom later trying to cover the indecency up.

His voice is gravel when he speaks again, still pressed against your skin.

“You gonna keep talking?”

He bites again, lower this time, and your hands shoot to his hair, clawing at his curls like you can’t decide whether to shove him off or pull him closer: your endless predicament.

“C’mon,” he looks up at you with a wild gleam in his eyes, “say something.”

You pant, drunk on the closeness and the vicious burn in your blood, but there’s little you can say without making a mess of yourself, so you opt for a tense silence instead.

“Want me to stop?” he growls against the valley of your breasts, breath warm and moist as it hovers over your nipples.

“Kylo,” you finally croak.

He looks up at you with dark, expectant eyes, and how could he not? You’re so soft under him. So vulnerable and easy to mould.

You swallow thickly, panting into the hot air between you. When his hand gives your hip a tight, reassuring squeeze, you feel the remnants of your willpower shatter into unconsolable pieces.

“More.”

And just like that, the space between you is obliterated.

He hooks his fingers beneath the waistband of your panties and sweatpants, dragging them both down with a single, brutal pull that leaves you bare and panting. He watches you, mouth parted like a starving dog as your thighs squeeze together in a sudden burst of embarrassment.

When your hands reach to cover your nudity, Kylo catches them in mid-air with a loud scoff.

“Don’t you dare,” he mutters low and sharp, his fingers wrapping tight around your wrists. “You think I dragged you all the way here just to let you hide all this?”

Your breath stutters, your spine arching against the bed. His grip tightens for just a second, not to restrain you, but to ground you in place.

You finally acquiesce, letting him move your hands away in a slow, controlled movement. A warm breeze suddenly swirls into your bedroom, rolling down your body and causing your nipples to go taut with the temperature change.

“Look at you,” he breathes, almost to himself. His eyes drag down the line of your body, delirious and worshipful at your softness. “Fuck, I’ll never get over this.”

You squirm, thighs trying to press shut again, but he shuffles down between them with a predatory patience. Then, with a low, throaty growl, he spreads you open and drags his mouth down your stomach, teeth grazing at your hipbone before he licks a slow, calculated stripe up your heated skin.

Every muscle in your body tenses, a pathetic sound catching in your throat.

His broad shoulders settle between your legs, glancing up through thick lashes, eyes blown wide and glittering in the soft, evening light pouring in through your parted window.

When you feel the heat of his breath against your clit, you choke out a weak warning.

“Ben—”

His hands grip your hips, dragging you flush against his mouth before you can protest.

You gasp loudly into the air, your head whipping back in a sudden barrage of ecstasy as his hot tongue presses up against your pussy. Your hand flies down the next beat, nestling into his thick, dark locks, still moist from his earlier shower.

“Say that again,” he growls against your clit, sending ripples of pleasure through your core, “and I’ll keep you here all damn night.”

Kylo eats you like his life depends on it. He groans against your slick pussy, shameless, his fingers bruising into the skin of your thighs as he pulls you deeper. The rhythm is torturous, perfect, and when your hips buck, he pins them down hard.

You’re shaking, chest heaving, just barely able to utter your mewls of pleasure. You try for wit or something equally flippant to his efforts, but it all ends in vain as he continues his fingerless ministrations.

You’re already a mess, clinging to his hair with trembling fingers, his name pouring from your lips like damnation. Something red-hot curls in your belly, spreading through your core and thighs, prefacing the steady approach of something much larger than you can handle.

“K-Kylo—fuck, please—”

He hums against you almost purposefully, the vibration making you cry out into the flesh of your folded arm. Feeling like you’re already on the precipice of a climax, you tug at his locks in short, staggering motions. This urges him to halt his torture for a second, pulling back just long enough to meet your eyes. His chin glistens with your wetness, smirk downright cruel in its mockery.

“Please what?” He murmurs, and your breath catches for a beat. You’re thoroughly speechless, staring down at him with a creased forehead and parted lips that he mercilessly rejects with a soft shrug.

He begins to lower again, unaffected by your fervent mewls of protest. When his tongue twirls against your entrance, you tug at his hair again, hard.

“Use your words,” he only growls, never leaving your pussy as his eyes burn into yours. The sight is dirty enough to make you toss your head back with a ragged moan, cheeks flushed with the ache of an impending orgasm.

“Don’t be a dick—”

“Say it.” His voice is deeper now, ragged and close to breaking before he licks a long, languid strip up your entire core. “Tell me what you want.”

“Fuck—” you gasp, body jerking when he flicks his nose against your clit. “I don’t— I don’t wanna cum yet.”

He relaxes slightly, letting you shift your leg out of the confines of his grip and bend it at the knee.

Kylo moves away from you painstakingly slow, letting his breath hover over your mound for a beat longer before he settles his cheek against your thigh. You watch as he kisses a stripe down your leg, holding you close with a balanced grip.

“Tell me,” he whispers again, eyes flitting across your face impatiently. “Just tell me what you need.”

You withdraw your hand from his hair, watching his lips twitch at the loss of contact. But you’re already one step ahead, needy fingers trailing down his cheekbone and planting against the softness of his speckled cheek.

“Ben,” you sigh softly, urging the man’s breath to catch. He looks at you needily, pressing a final kiss to your thigh before you’re gasping your desires.

“I need you inside me.”

And that seems to wreck whatever control he had left.

Kylo growls your name, and the next thing you know, he’s moving up your body, mouth crashing against yours like he can’t stand another second without it. You taste yourself on his lips, sweet and animalic, and whimper into the kiss, fingers dragging down his back in white lines.

“Fuck,” you breathe between kisses, your legs wrapping around his hips like a woman gone mad. “Stop teasing.”

His mouth ghosts against your jaw and down the column of your throat. Once he locates the thick muscle, he bites down with a ragged groan.

You yelp, half-laughing as you slap at his shoulder in shock of the savage display of his affections.

“Ouch—you asshole!”

“Mm.” He doesn’t sound sorry, and naturally, you doubt he is. His voice dips, low and warm against your skin as he kisses the bite mark with pertinent accuracy. “Don’t you like it when I’m mean?”

“No,” you lie, tilting your head back as he sucks another bruise into your neck. This one feels softer, yet the adrenaline pumping your veins makes it sizzle with heat. “I like it when you shut up and—”

“Say please.” He grins against your throat, boyish, wolfish, and entirely maddening to witness.

“Please,” you whisper, too breathless to sound smug about it or even try to deny him the satisfaction like you usually would. It’s unlike you, but agreeing to fuck him in general was starting to feel quite uncouth for your situation.

Hence, as you stumble along the precipice of your morals, you suddenly figure that you might as well just leap in.

“God, Ben, please—”

The second you say his name again, it’s like a fuse gets lit.

He shifts away from you, sitting on his knees. His eyes rake over your face, and he grins wildly, keeping furious eye contact as his fingers trace over the hem of his t-shirt. He takes it off in a swift, practiced motion, shooting you a sly wink once he spots you watching.

“Slut,” you force through a tight grin, making him snort humorously.

“Careful,” he warns as the top gets tossed on a pile with yours, his gaze half-lidded when he begins toying with the hem of his sweatpants. “You’ll wanna be nice to me going forward.”

His fingers twirl around the knotted thread, loosening it with a pull. Immediately, the melange fabric slides down his hipbone, revealing a neat line of dark hair leading to a cloth-obscured mound.

You look up at him with bated breath, his gaze searing into yours like fire.

His jaw tightens at the sight of your fluster, hooking a thumb into the waistband. Slowly, tentatively, he forces it down his hips, revealing the base of his length.

You chew your lip with a soft mewl, propping your body on your elbows to get closer. The sweatpants ride down his thighs, and finally, the whole girth of his cock springs free.

You can’t help the lewd moan that escapes your lips at the sight, gaze flitting over the thick head and slick pre-cum.

Kylo wastes no time, wrapping his fist tight and giving the breadth an experimental pump.

You hear him hiss something insignificant under his breath as the stickiness coats his knuckles, making your mouth inexplicably water. And, naturally, he notices.

“Keep looking.”

You scoff at his half-hearted mockery, shoving his thigh with the ball of your foot.

But instead of arguing, he swiftly mounts you again with a growl of your name. The sound reverberates through your pleasure-deprived body like thunder, his mouth finding yours within seconds of the assault.

You whimper into the kiss, pushed back into the pillow as he works at his cock. His tongue slips past your lips, wrestling with your own in a battle never fit in your favor.

You hear the soft pumps grow increasingly slicker, and suddenly, something grazes the inner flesh of your thigh. You don’t need to break the kiss and look down to realize just how hard he’s gotten, the fact alone sending a crisp jolt down your spine.

“You’re shivering,” he mutters against your skin, tracing his tongue down the thin veil of goosebumps emerging on your shoulder. “You excited?”

You try to scoff, but it comes out breathless. His cock smooths along the skin of your thigh, inching closer toward your impatient folds.

“You were practically drooling.” He counters smoothly, his hand slipping under your knee almost inconspicuously. “Might start charging you for the view.”

“You’re delusional.”

“Yeah?” he drawls, voice dark and low. His hand wraps around your thigh, dragging it higher. “What’s this all about, then?”

He takes a firm hold of your knees, spreading you wide and open before planting the length of his cock between your slick folds. You choke out a sharp, tight gasp when he begins to move, thick shaft inching against the entire height of your needy pussy.

Your lips part to answer, but all that comes out is a strained, suffocated moan.

He chuckles lowly at your torture, hastily gripping the base of his cock and letting it slap against your clit in quick succession. The reverberating pleasure hits you like a rolling tide, urging you to hiss a staggered profanity and inch your hand toward his abs.

His hand moves down in response, guiding himself against your entrance with a shaky breath.

“That’s what I thought.”

He slides in devastatingly slow, pulling a guttural sound straight from your lungs as your channel pulls to accommodate him.

As he slowly bottoms out, the engorged head of his cock presses against your cervix, urging you to gasp raggedly. Your back arches instinctively, eyes rolling shut with the stretch of him. He’s thick and hot and throbbing inside you, and the way your body flutters helplessly around him draws a guttural curse from his chest.

“Oh, fuck—” Kylo lets his head drop to your shoulder, whispering your name into the dew-covered skin like a prayer. “Shit—you're tight—” he pants, voice cracking as he slowly pulls out, then bangs back in. Your cry echoes against the walls, strained against his neck.

“Oh my God,” you choke out, clawing at his shoulder blades with trembling hands as he presses his body against you.

He wastes no time setting a punishing pace, snapping his hips into yours with bruising thrusts that make your toes curl and your brain short-circuit in their intensity.

“You feel that?” he grits through clenched teeth, driving into you harder each time your moans turn into strained mewls. “That’s what happens when you tease me.”

You can barely speak, voice caught somewhere between a sob and a moan as your muscles tighten with the delicious intrusion. “I—I didn’t even—”

His hand catches the back of your thigh, hiking your leg up further around his waist, getting impossibly deeper.

Your hands fumble at his shoulders, nails dragging across sweat-slick skin as his hips settle between yours. You’re flushed, throbbing, and trembling, but it’s the hungry look in his eyes that really undoes you in the end.

“I can’t believe we’re doing this,” you whisper, voice wrecked and shaky as he plows into you. “You’re such a— f-fucking asshole.”

His breath hitches in something close to a laugh, but it’s not amused or mocking anymore.

“Yeah? You think I haven’t imagined it?” he growls, cock twitching inside you with every motion. “You—shit—under me. Moaning m-my name while you swear you fuckin’ hate me.”

You swallow hard. Your body’s trembling under his, nerves buzzing with adrenaline and something white-hot bubbling in your tummy.

“I still— I still h-hate you,” you breathe raggedly, words slurring into nothing as Kylo leans in.

He grins, lowering his lips just inches from yours but denying you closure.

“Liar.”

His pace picks up into a ragged pounding, stretching you inch by inch and watching your mouth fall open in a silent gasp. You claw at his back, mumbling quiet obscenities into the crook of his neck.

“I-I think I’ll—”

“I know, baby. I know.” He groans low, forehead pressed to yours. “God, you feel better than I dreamt—”

You gasp, hands raking through his dark locks as you let out a short, disbelieving laugh into the tantric air between you.

“You’ve dreamt about this, you sick fuck?”

His pace stills just long enough for him to breathe, lips curled into a wolfish smirk when his dark eyes meet yours in a moment of pure rapture.

“Every goddamn night.”

And then his lips are on yours again. He captures you in a sloppy, needy kiss, your whole body seizing at his filthy confession, cunt clenching tight around his cock with a sudden, aching spasm.

Kylo lets out a strained cry into your mouth, parting just enough to husk out a quiet praise.

“That’s it.” His hand slithers between your bodies, inching down your belly with a torturous gait. “Just like that.”

His thumb meets your clit, circling firmly around the precipice and sending a surge of warmth through your entire body. The combined sensation of his ministrations and the steady pumping of his cock makes you wail, loud and pathetic.

He chuckles haphazardly, catching a steady rhythm with his digit. The space between you fills with loud, filthy slaps as he bottoms out with every pump.

“Good girl.”

Your breath catches with a broken moan.

“Say it again,” you whisper, dazed and confused and so painfully close to cumming you think you might pass out before you part the threshold.

“My good girl,” he repeats, shamelessly biting down on your shoulder and urging your walls to contract once more.

He responds accordingly, bucking hard into you with a strained laugh. “Fuck, you are, aren’t you?”

You nod, barely. Your mind’s already floating, the pain and pleasure mixing too sweetly to try and separate.

“You gonna cum for me?” he pants, voice dipping with a sudden stutter of his hips.

You’re shaking, crying out, clinging to him like your life depends on it while he watches you with bated breath.

“Kylo—fuck, Ben—I’m gonna—”

“Yeah?” he laughs saccharinely, drawing his thumb away from your clit. The loss of pressure, however devastating, is quickly replaced by something much warmer and more welcome: his palm against your cheek, holding you close as you steadily approach your expiration. “C’mon. Wanna feel you ‘round me.”

“Shit,” you breathe, the thread of your impending pleasure threatening to break with every thrust. You’re soaked now, the excess of slick letting him slide into you with agonizing ease. “F-Fuck—fuck!”

You writhe under him, gasping into the crook of his neck as he curses under his breath, burying himself to the very hilt. You feel him grow tired now, each movement less regular than the last, while all you can do is call his name.

“God, I’m so fuckin’ close—” he hisses against you, bringing his face back to let your gazes fall in tandem. The wicked, lust-filled swirl of his eyes makes your lips twitch with a smile, looking into him like a fearing reverend. “I’m—I’m gonna cum. Jesus Christ—”

And amidst your unholy duet, you don’t believe the words that flee your mouth next.

“I—I’m safe—just—”

“Fuck—shit,” he moans, face morphing into pure, uninhibited perversion at your words, his thrusts slowing now as he knocks close to completion. “Are you serious?”

“Yes!” you wail in response, heart fluttering at his wolfish grin once he hears your explicit permission to do what you felt was unthinkable. “Yes, just— I’m fuckin’ yours, just—”

“God.” Kylo’s forehead connects with yours, voice low and delirious as his pace picks up again. When you cry out, he swallows it with a kiss, hips rolling into you in short, punishing strokes that leave you little time to think. “I’m gonna fuckin’ ruin you.”

Your release slams into you like a devastating collision, blooming in your belly and legs. You arch beneath him with a cry, shaking and coming undone in his strong arms as your cunt pulses steadily around his thick length.

With a string of half-formed curses, he buries himself deep with a stab of his hips against yours. The impact of his cock against your womb accelerates your orgasm into pure ecstasy, making you cling onto him for dear life.

With a guttural call of your name, Kylo spills into you, his hips stuttering to deliver a series of conclusive, powerful thrusts that your spent pussy welcomes greedily.

Amidst a symphony of cries and moans, you both lie there in complete bliss, chests heaving as he collapses onto you with a ragged breath. He’s heavy but warm, so solid and real you snake your arms around his neck to keep the feelings close to your heart.

Minutes pass before his hand eventually drags up your side with surprising gentleness, trailing lazy circles along your ribs and waist.

You exhale shakily, staring at the ceiling with a half-smile.

“I’ve made a terrible mistake.”

Kylo snorts softly against your shoulder, nuzzling into your sweat-slick skin. “You’re gonna have to be more specific than that.”

“Letting you fuck me,” you elaborate half-heartedly, unsure how authentic your words are anymore as your fingers graze the hair on the nape of his neck. “You’re insatiable.”

He hums, wrapping his arms tightly around your waist and rolling you both to the side, making sure his cock never slips out of you even now as it’s softened. You mewl at the sensation, looking up at him with tired eyes.

“Mm,” he mutters, dark gaze flicking over your face with residual hunger. “Didn’t hear any complaints until now.”

“Uh-huh,” you scoff softly, nestling your hands against his chest. “If I can’t walk tomorrow morning, I’m suing.”

He smirks, leaning in to string soft kisses against your hairline. “Except you’re not walking anywhere. This is a hostage situation.”

You close your eyes and let out a long, defeated sigh, tangling your sore legs with his. “You’re actually the worst person I’ve ever met.”

He looks at you again, quirking an eyebrow in near-authentic offense.

“Yeah,” he agrees haphazardly, brushing your nose with his. “But you let this horrible guy hit raw, so what does that say about you, then?”

You feel uncharacteristically stumped, unable to muster a witty retort as you spot his plush, bitten lips twitch into the ghost of a smile. You return it absentmindedly, letting the rare, sweet moment linger as long as it wants to.

For a moment, the air between you stills.

There’s no heat or panting desperation, just the quiet weight of his body and the subtle warmth of his fingers ghosting lazy lines along your waist. You let your face fall into the crook of his neck, quietly breathing his scent in.

“You okay?” he asks softly, brushing a stray lock of hair from your face. The affection makes your eyes inexplicably glaze over.

You let a soft sigh of affirmation escape your lips as your eyes start to flutter closed.

“Yeah,” you murmur into his skin, holding there to escape his gaze. Somehow, you don’t think you’d be able to face him right now without shedding tears. “Just tired.”

He hums, tilting his head so that his temple rests against yours, breath warm where it hits your heated, oversensitive skin.

“Sleep. I’ll take it as a compliment.”

You exhale a chuckle, turning your face into the crook of his neck, lulled by the steady beat of his breathing beneath your cheek. As the aftermath of your wild deed lowers to a simmer, something much more visceral slithers between your lungs.

Your lashes brush his neck, lips parted with a soft exhale of your anxiety.

“Will you stay?”

There’s a pause. You can’t see his face, but you feel him stiffen slightly. His fingers curl a little tighter around your hip, anchoring himself to you while you wonder if it hurts him to answer.

When he does, you hear the haphazard humor lacing his tone like an escape from the pains of reality.

“Maybe.”

It’s not a promise, and though you yearned for something genuine, you don’t ask again. You know he wouldn’t be able to answer you in earnest, even if you pleaded on your knees.

And though your body still sings his praises as he curls a protective arm around your waist, your mind’s already running with a million questions: wondering what version of him you’ll wake up to tomorrow and whether anything that felt this good could ever survive the fallout.

Your breathing slows, limbs going soft beneath his as you fall asleep to the steady rhythm of your hearts intertwined, if only for one night.

[itscatchyouintherye]

You lose some, you win some [ReaderxGeneralHux]

Ren tries to humiliate Hux in front of you by revealing an embarrassing detail. It gives you an idea Ren did not intend and Hux did not dare to dream of.

The bridge is busy, lots of shouting, lots of rushing. You do your best to stay calm and somehow manage ten lines of communication at once. It feels like you’re barely blinking while you basically attack the screen in front of you with command after command. You don’t lift your head for most of the time and only acknowledge information shouted your way with a nod or occasionally a thumbs up if it came from across the room.

You’re second in command on the bridge, after General Hux. Well, if you count Snoke and Ren, maybe fourth? That also does not account for Phasma…First Order ranks are obscure. Practically, it means, either way, that when Hux isn’t here, you’re the one who oversees the bridge. You would also argue that you’re doing a lot more than overseeing. Other than the aloof General, you are actually hands on. Which is what earned you the respect of the other officers – sometimes to Hux’ annoyance, because even when he is on the bridge, officers tend to talk to you first anyway.

Ren, on the other hand, finds it amusing. He does not explicitly appreciate you, but he also never has thrown you against a wall…or questioned your standing. To put it differently: he values your commitment that has the welcome side effect of pissing Hux off by proxy.

It made it ever more puzzling to him when he realized that you were not disrespecting Hux but flirting with him. Well, what started at teasing, turned into flirting. Because your body’s reaction to Hux shooting you an exasperated look made you realize that you like nothing more than for him to be worked up because of you.

Hux realized that recently as well and plays into it, you are sure of it. For him, what started as being agitated turned into being aroused. At least that’s what his flushed cheeks and Ren’s eyerolls insinuated.

Even though it was something you are excited to achieve, you don’t really know how to handle it. Hux and you are now more or less openly flirting with each other, but don’t talk outside of work at all or ever were alone with each other.

Today, Ren gives you the final push when he obviously intended the absolute opposite to happen.

It happens when you finally look up from your screen after what surely has to be at least two hours. You do so, because Hux approaches to tell you: “They found the outpost.”

You turn to him: “Thank fuck.”

“Language.”

“My apologies, General.”

The corners of his mouth twitch.

Before either of you can say anything else, Ren comes storming in.

“Why wasn’t I informed?!”

Irritated, Hux looks at him: “Weren’t you chasing that sand rat?”

“Careful.” Ren walks right up to him. They stare each other down. You enjoy the tension for a long moment before you defuse it by telling him: “We just got the confirmation, Sir. Noone is to approach before you give the order or fly there yourself.”

Surprisingly, he barely seems to register your words.

Instead, he keeps his eyes on Hux. Then they dart to you for a second and back to the General whose face suddenly contorts in discomfort.

“Out…of my head, Ren!”

“What are you so desperately trying to hide? A little inappropriate dream or…oh my!” He starts to grin.

“Don’t you dare!” Hux points at him.

“Would you please tell me what’s going on?” You throw your hands up, irritated that they engage in this pissing contest instead of focusing on the mission.

“Gladly.” Ren smiles brightly and turns to you.

“Ren!” Hux’ warning has absolutely no effect on him, and he goes on: “The General hasn’t made any advances because…how do I put it?”

“Ren!” Hux shouts, now sounding actually desperate.

“He is seriously worried an encounter would end…prematurely.”

You mouth falls open.

Aghast, Hux stares at Ren. And then terrified at you.

The three of you stand in silence for a long, very long, moment. Ren clearly relishing it. Hux obviously loathing it. You, however, have a picture in your head so explicit and obscene that it makes you flinch.

Satisfied with the situation he created, Ren gives you a nod and then simply leaves for the hangar.

“I-, I-“ Hux looks at you, back on the floor, and back at you. “Please excuse me.” He says and basically sprints to the exit of the bridge.

You have to blink several times until the realization catches up to you, leaving you flabbergasted.

“Good gods.” You whisper shout at no one in particular.

Shaking your head, trying to get rid of the phantasy this information evoked, you turn back to your screen.

“Everything alright, Lieutenant?” An officer calls from the next workstation.

You honestly don’t know how to answer that and simply give him a tightlipped smile before telling him: “Make sure that Ren doesn’t go rogue but has some fighters accompanying him.”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

You stare at the requests piling up on your virtual desk. Some of them, you would have to talk to Hux about. Well, you planned on asking him about as soon as he arrived on the bridge…

You cannot, you simply cannot shake the idea that popped into your head. Even after your shift, or rather especially then, you think about it. About Hux under you. About him desperately panting, trying his best to hold it off, really trying…but it’s just too much for him, and-

After pacing for exactly one minute, you grab your datapad and request Hux to come to your quarters. You considered showing up at his, but this way it leaves him the dignity of coming over on his own accord. He could ignore it. He could just delete the request and see you tomorrow on the bridge, put his stern face back on and pretend that nothing happened.

To your delight, however, he arrives at your quarters shortly thereafter.

You take a deep breath and let the door slide open. Visibly nervous, Hux stands right on the other side, having a hard time to look you in the eyes.

You gesture for him to come in and he walks past you. You notice how tightly he has his hands clutched behind his back.

After you locked the door, he speaks up: “Listen-“

“Is it true? What Ren said.” You interrupt.

Hux’ lets out a choked noise and averts eye contact once again.

Somewhat nervous yourself, you walk up to him. You give him another second to compose himself and maybe come up with a lie, but he doesn’t.

Not touching him, you lean in and murmur: “It is, isn’t it?”

Hux shivers. You smile to yourself and lean even closer. So close that he can feel your breath when you add: “Tell me. I’d like to know.”

“Why?” His voice is barely a whisper, and he has to clear his throat. “Why would you want to know that? To humiliate me? To have something to-“

You kiss the side of his neck. Your lips just barely ghosting over his skin. Hux gulps. Slowly, you trail kisses up to his jaw. When you’re close to his lips, you lean back to tell him: “Because it turns me on, that’s why.”

His eyes widen in disbelieve: “What?”

“I think you heard me just fine.”

“I…what?” He sounds like his brain just short-circuited.

You purse your lips, waiting for him to process what you told him. To actually react.

Hands suddenly clasping your face, he does. With a groan, he smashes his lips onto yours.

You breathe out a surprised oh! and then kiss him back.

Letting your hands wander all over Hux, you pry his mouth open to push your tongue into his mouth. He welcomes it with another groan and pulls you closer, flush against his body.

“Stars…fuck…” He mumbles between kisses, making you restless in his arms.

Panting, you tell him: “Bedroom is that way.” As you walk him in that direction. More than willingly, he follows your lead.

As soon as you have him sat on your bed, you start to open his jacket and urge him to strip. His uniform pants, however, you make him keep on by grabbing his hand when he goes for his belt.

Confused, he looks at you.

“Ever since…all I could think about the rest of the day is…” You bite your bottom lip and take off your top instead of finishing your sentence.

Hux drags his eyes over your chest, lingering on your bra.

Without further ado, you straddle him, immediately feeling his hard-on press against your crotch. He inhales sharply at the added pressure and claws into your hips. Grinding down on him, you put your hand on the side of his face and kiss him deeply. He bucks up into you, and you sigh at his dick rubbing against your clit through your pants.

You reach down and palm his dick as you bite his bottom lip. He moans and scratches down your back before grabbing your tits. You squeeze his dick, making him curse loudly.

“Language.” You whisper with a smirk.

“Fuck off.” Hux replies and kisses you greedily.

You open your mouth and let him take charge of the kiss, tilting your head the way he moves it gently by grabbing your chin.

When you find the tip of his dick pressing against the fabric and run your thumb over it, he inhales sharply. “I- do you actually want-“ He stammers, making sounds more delicious than you could have ever daydreamed.

“Yes.” You tell him, widely turned on and surely drenching wet.

“Good gods…” He breathes out and moves his hips to meet the strokes of your hand.

While he bites into the soft skin of your chest to muffle his moans, you go back to grinding down on him, dragging your clothed cunt over his twitching shaft. It offers you at least a little relief and you cannot help but let out one or two moans yourself.

“Shit…I-please…” He looks up at you. “I can’t, I have to, please…”

“Go on.” You murmur and move your hips faster as you snake your arms around him, resting one hand on the back of his neck to keep him close, devouring him with hungry kisses.

“Fuck…” Now he bites into your bottom lip, quite hard.

Then he tenses and grunts and stop thrusting up against you.

You roll your hips a few more times before you still and lean your cheek against his temple while he catches his breath.

Then you scoot back a bit so that you can look down and see the wet spot in his pants. It makes you clench around nothing, intoxicated by what just happened.

Leaning his forehead against your chest, Hux lets out a chuckle. You smile and run your fingers through his hair.

“This is certainly one way to be intimate for the first time.” He tells you.

After a pause, he leans back to be able to look at you. His eyes are glazed over and his pupils still wide. You smile at him and press another gentle kiss to his lips.

“I cannot wait for Ren to see this the next time he probes into my brain.”

You raise an eyebrow.

“I mean, no! Not like that! I just mean that now…”

You laugh and stroke his cheek: “It’s fine. But don’t let him see what we’ll do the rest of the night.”

“You want me to stay over?”

“You want to leave?”

“No! Of course not, I-“

“Armitage Hux…it is confusingly arousing when you’re stumbling over your words.”

“Really?” “Oh yeah.”

“I can certainly keep that up.” He kisses your neck and then adds: “I really need to take off my pants now though.”

“Speaking of. How do you plan on getting back to your quarters tomorrow? Walk the base with cum-stained pants?”

Hux grins: “Looks like I will have to stay forever.”

“How terrible!”

He pushes you over and lays down on top of you, his hand wandering towards your crotch.

“Truly an awful fate.”

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Here's a little story I'm writing because I am in love with Ben Solo. That is all.

Title: Stardust

Summary:

General Leia Organa is slowly losing hope that her son, Ben, will return home to the light side. She has been fighting for most of her life, and wants more than anything to be reunited with her family. When Odette, a woman from Batuu, decides to take a chance and attempts to join the Resistance on a strange request, Leia finds hope blossoming again. This story follows Odette's journey through the Resistance, her relationships with the established members of the base, and their fight to not only bring peace to the galaxy but also bring Ben Solo back to the light.

This is a very self indulgent OC x Ben Solo fic. OC is female, but feel free to use your imagination, with anything really in this :) Hope you enjoy, would love to hear your thoughts. Okay. Let's get into it!

Chapter I. - Ignite the Spark.

Chapter II. - Morning.

Chapter III. - Nightfall.

Chapter IV. Midnight.

Chapter V. Twilight.

Chapter VI. Dawn.

Chapter VII. Sunrise.

Chapter VIII. Daylight.

Chapter IX. Bright Suns.

Chapter X. Fruit・ion

Chapter XI. Coming Soon...

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