#kylo ren/ben solo x rey

[afterblossom]

"You are my guest." Continuous for the previous Hades and Persephone AU 🤘Inspired by the iconic Death and the Maiden painting by Marianne Stokes!

[fl0-0ra]

A reinterpretation of Joe Bowler's work.

[msuolo]

Happy New Year, reylos 🥰🎄🎉

[arrahanta]

And then she grabs him with a choke hold and throws him on the floor

[cndcrd]

Mistletoe 💖

[captofthelaney]

Ben Solo & Rey The Rise of Skywalker (2019)

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[lordprettyflackotara]

heroin kiss || kylo ren

‘& now i’m feenin’ for ya, cravin’ for ya, heroin kiss’

sum: after being captured, kylo ren is determined to extract what he wants from you. by any means necessary.

tw:smut, minors dni 18+. sorry poe. rough sex. inappropriate use of the force, cream pie, humiliation/degrading

a/n:kylo lives in my head rent free

You were fucked.

Completely and utterly fucked.

You struggled against the metal restraints that pinned you down to the metal table, blinding lights making your eyes water as they blinded you from above.

The room was unusually sterile, your nose burning from the sickening scent. You swallowed as you tried to move, your wrist and ankles restricted in the most uncomfortable manner. How long had it been since you had been brought here? You couldn’t recall, your mind drowning in fears of what was to come next.

You had been separated from the resistance, left behind in a desperate attempt for any of the fellow rebels to survive. Many were already dead. The scattered bodies on the ground below had proven that. You guessed they had presumed you dead, stranding you on whatever damned planet had resulted in your capture. You cursed yourself for not paying more attention on where you were landing.

Now you were trapped on the finalizer, misery and torture destined to come your way. You could feel the sound of people scrambling outside of your room, the metal doors sliding open. With wide eyes you stared at Kylo Ren, the leader of the Knights of Ren. The realization of how utterly fucked you were crashed over you, upon seeing his ominous mask stare down at you. Your body froze, staring at him as you awaited his next move. You were surprised to watch him take off his helmet, his face stern as he glared down at you. “For such a tiny little thing you put up quite a fight. How many of my men did you kill on your way in with that pathetic little blaster of yours? Three?” He questioned.

His amusement confused you, Kylo Ren being known for his ruthless wrath. You opted out of speaking, instead staring blankly. You knew this could end in various methods of torture. He could use the force to strangle you, cut off your limbs one by one with his light saber or-

“Enough with the various torture methods you’ve conjured up. They’re all absurdly boring and take absurd amounts of time,” Kylo said sternly, regaining your attention. Your eyebrows furrowed, causing him to snicker. “What? Did they forget about use of the force in your training? That pretty little mind of yours is all I need,” He explains plainly, as if you not knowing was utterly boring. Menacingly he walks beside you, his eyes never straying from your face.

He can read minds? What kind of left out training fuck shit is that?

This caused Kylo to snicker once more, his gloved hand grabbing your chin. He forced your lips to pucker out like a fish, your eyes widening in fear. Instinctively you struggle against the restraints, your bones clashing with the metal. “Such foul thoughts, I wonder if your lips are the same way. Let’s see,” He grins, his smile wicked and curled upwards in amusement. You can feel your mind becoming fuzzy as he steps into your mind, your body going limp as he explores your memories. You stand beside him in your own mind, watching every moment, from significant to minuscule, like a picture movie. Your lips are unmoving, but you’re screaming for him to stop, begging for him to wait.

Ever so achingly slow, he begins exploring each path of your mind. Your updated memories aren’t enough for him, the warlord intrigued and diving deeper. “Stop this at once! Get out!” You screech, your screams falling on deaf ears. Kylo’s unmoved by your demands, waving through the boring memories and landing on one that catches his eye. His eyebrows furrow as he begins to watch, your face twisting in disgust as you turn away. Kylo’s own face turns in confusion, his eyebrows raised as he watches the memories of you and Poe.

“Poe Dameron? That’s your type?” He questions. You can’t bear to watch the events of the past play out, your stomach churning as Kylo watches them. Every exchanged smile. Every training session. Every battle fought together. Kylo can feel the romantic feelings that pound in your heart at the sight of the pilots face. Every hug, then every kiss, every sexual encounter. Every plea you gave for him to fuck you harder. To choke you. To make you forget about the worries of existing. You cover your eyes, listening to the unforgettable sounds of Poe Dameron’s smooth voice. Kylo watches, puzzled. Your romantic entanglements did not intrigue him. They meant nothing to his search for helpful knowledge. But your reaction, your screams, your emotions. That did intrigue him. And so Kylo watched it all, watching you fall in love with the beloved pilot of the resistance. It was then the worst part was coming, that you wanted to curl up into a ball.

Poe Dameron was dedicated to the resistance more than anyone you had ever met. He knew his purpose for existing was to fight for what he deemed to be right. So much so, that he deemed a relationship with you a waste of energy and time. After all, what if you were to die? He’d never be a good pilot after that. He’d never be as good of a resource as the resistance needed him to be. So as ruthlessly and heartlessly as he could, he abandoned you. Every moment Kylo watched meant absolutely nothing to Poe Dameron, the pilot leaving you without a second thought. It was then Kylo left your mind, your head spinning as you both returned to a brutal reality. Your waterline was flooded with tears, your gaze focused on anywhere but Kylo’s face.

He stared down at you, releasing your face. “Torturing you isn’t going to get me what I need,” He said emotionlessly. You avoided his gaze, hot tears streaming down your cheeks. You hated how degraded you felt, humiliated by the warlord before you. With the flick of Kylo’s hand he used the force to undo your restraints, raising the table and forcing you onto your feet. You briefly stumbled, his gloved hand grabbing you and pushing you against the closest wall. His eyes bored down into yours, his touch harsh as he chose his next words carefully. “A factor you haven’t considered, is a fair exchange. I give you what you want more than anything else and you give me the same,” He says slowly. You swallow as you await his next words, your lips cracked as you slowly open them.

“W-What-”

“Don’t play coy with me. You want nothing more in this life than to feel loved. I can make that happen, you know I can. Then you’ll give me what I want in return,” Kylo says, glancing down at your lips. You shivered in fear and flusteredness as Kylo attempted to be gentle, shoving some stray hairs behind your ear. “I can read your mind, you know. I can see right through you. I can see your fears, your memories. But most importantly, I can see your filthy desires,” He whispered, leaning in close to your ear. You freeze as he smirks, relishing in the feeling of your fear.

“Little solider girl wants nothing more in this life than be ruthlessly fucked, is that right? To be treated like a worthless whore?” Kylo purrs, his breath hot against your skin. His gloved hand finds its place on your neck, holding you steady. “Submit to me. Give in,” He growls. He can feel his own desires washing over him, his body fizzling in anticipation. “Just say the word and i’ll make you feel so good, you’ll forget Poe Dameron ever existed,” Kylo continues. He knows what word you want to say. He can see how badly you want him. It’s evident in not only your flushed face, but your loud and filthy mind.

“Please.”

Your voice is barely above a whisper, your heart pounding. Kylo knows you haven’t been with anyone since Poe, your guarded heart not allowing it. He smirks as he uses the force to undress you, unmoving as the cold air creates goosebumps across your skin. Once you’re fully exposed he takes a step back, admiring your perky nipples and exposed form. You feel your face flush red. To you, sex is an intimate experience meant to be solely a love filled affair. Yet the primal gleam in Kylo’s eyes makes you feel different, your core throbbing with a different kind of desire. You were programmed to despise Kylo Ren and the ground he walks on. To, in any situation, blast him until he doesn’t move.

Yet you stand before him naked, desperate to be touched. Kylo takes a step back, soaking in your form. He forces you to sit on the ledge of the window, using the force to spread your legs. “Go on, amuse me. Touch yourself for me,” He orders, staring down at you like you’re a piece of meat. You gulp nervously as you lick the pads of your index and middle finger, before bringing them to your core. Kylo refrains from smirking at this action, your cunt glistening in the relentless bright lights. You begin to sheepishly circle your neglected clit, forcing yourself to maintain eye contact with the man before you. Your cunt is so wet it takes everything in Kylo to not pick you up and use you as a cocksleeve. Instead he wants to savor this, soaking in the sight of a rebel humiliating herself for his amusement.

You go to dip your fingers into your entrance but Kylo stops you. “I didn’t say to do that. Keep circling that pretty little clit of yours,” He orders. The sternness in his voice sends a chill down your spine, your fingers slowly circling your sensitive bud. Abruptly Kylo rewards your obedience, the feeling of two thick fingers plunging into your cunt. Kylo himself is still feet away, watching as he uses the force to finger fuck you. You can feel the fingers curling upwards, stretching you out while brushing against your g spot. “O-Oh fuck, Kylo-” You babble, choking on your own words. The sight of seeing nothing there, while Kylo cockily watches, only makes your core throb much more intensively. “Does that feel good? Falling apart before me for my entertainment?” Kylo ask, tilting his head to the side mockingly. He watches your hips rut into nothing, sinful whimpers escaping your lips.

This is all you should really want. Is to feel humiliated and to feel good from doing so. Kylo knows this what you want, which is why your next statement puzzles him.

“P-Please, cmere, wanna feel you-” You whine, barely able to keep up with the feeling of being finger fucked into oblivion. Kylo’s hardened expression falters for a moment, before he regains it. He ignores the way a spark ignited within him, his feet carrying him to you. He picks you up, your legs wrapping around his waist as he sets you on the metal table. Hesitantly he leans in, his gloved hand cupping your face. He can feel your breath hitch as he finally leans in, placing his lips against yours. This kiss feels different. Far different than any you had shared with Poe. You know this. Kylo knows this. You both want to chop it up to the heat of the moment. Two ruthless fighters being touch starved. Truthfully, maybe that’s all it was. But you knew better, your mind swirling as you passionately struggled to keep up with his eager lips.

He needed you, just as bad as you needed him.

Kylo allowed himself to give in, undoing his pants and cupping your breast. His gloved hands explored your body, worshipping each inch of your skin. No lover had ever made him feel so alive before, his cock brushing against your entrance. You struggled to keep up with the desperation that was behind his kisses as you grabbed his cock, desperately guiding it into of you. Both of you let out a groan in unison as he slowly slid inside of you, your walls clinging to him. You moaned into his mouth, his gloved hand finding its way to your throat. He squeezed your airway, watching your mouth drop into the shape of an O as he bottomed out inside of you. Kylo snickered as he read your thoughts, grinning in sick satisfaction.

“Im that much bigger than him?”

He moaned as your walls fluttered around him, the sound heavenly to your ears. You stared in the eyes of your enemy, sinful noises escaping your lips as he began to move his hips. “You like this? Hmm? Being used by your enemy for nothing more than my pleasure?” Kylo asked, his voice deeper than normal as he rutted into you. You grabbed his wrist for support, struggling to keep up as he fucked you properly. His gloved hands found their way to your ass, your legs wrapping around his waist as he picked you up as if you weighed nothing. You couldn’t control your strangled moans as he used you like a fuck toy, your hands grabbing his shoulders.

“A filthy cock sleeve, falling apart on my cock. You’re a worthless whore, aren’t you rebel scum?” Kylo seethed, fucking into you ruthlessly. All of his anger and frustrations were taken out on your poor cunt, your body going limp as you let him use you as he pleased. “Please don’t stop, fuck fuck fuck,” You whined, his cock abusing your g spot. You felt a knot form in your stomach, your orgasm threatening to come sooner than planned. Kylo sensed this, using the force to grab your face and force you look at him. “Not yet, not fuckin yet you pathetic whore,” Kylo snarled. Your body craved for release, your nails digging into his suit. “Feels so good,” You panted, your heart pounding in your chest. Kylo’s thrust never let up, his stamina one you couldn’t have imagined. Your vision grew more dazed, your body growing limp.

“I bet it does,” He smirked, feeling your walls clench around him. He slammed your body into a nearby wall, knocking the air out of your lungs. “Go on, cum for me. Cum on my fuckin cock like the good little cock sleeve you are,” Kylo ordered. Your body came on command, euphoria washing over you as your legs trembled. Your walls spasmed around his shaft, his cock filling your womb to the brim with his cum as he released. The two of you were panting messes, the warlord burying his face in the crook of your neck. It’s then you realize that you had no information Kylo wanted, none at all. You weren’t a high ranking general or pilot. You were nothing but an insignificant soldier knowing nothing beyond the bare minimum. Kylo knew this as well, sensing you had caught on. He wanted you just as bad as you wanted him.

As gentle as he could muster he pulled you against his chest, stroking your back.

“Let’s get you cleaned up and i’ll send you home.”

Those words were the last thing you heard, before falling into a deep and enticing sleep.

[lilyerida]

My guilty pleasure

[pocketsofdaisy]

“I will love you until I am nothing, until I am dust beneath the ground. And wherever you go beyond here, I only ask that the Force lets me go with you.”

⚔️ ✨

finally got around to commissioning another beautiful canonverse artpiece! so here is a scene from the epilogue of my completed fic breaker of chains that the lovely & talented @boomdafunk so graciously crafted—all the tenderness and yearning with the gorgeous backdrop of Naboo is everything a reylo could ask for 🥹

merci du fond du cœur, Alicia 💕

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content tags - • canonverse • post-tlj • morally grey • supreme leader kylo ren • canon-typical violence • dreams and nightmares • enemies to lovers • belligerent sexual tension • mutual pining • heavy angst with happily ever after • trauma healing • love confessions

[fl0-0ra]

Maybe in another universe

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[msuolo]

‘Ben, please, wake up… we have to go’

[arrahanta]

That's what I missed in the movies... Imagine that during another force bond in a conversation they try to get each other on their side, and in the end Ben does this before disappearing.

[cndcrd]

PATHETIC MEN SUMMER!!!

[elzapato]

Reylo (valentines 2020)

She ain't having it.

[izachin]

⚠️ ‼️ She bites #reylo #rey #kyloren #bensolo #fanart #starwars