#mob!Kylo Ren x reader

[justagirlwholikesadam]

He’s Mine

Summary: Every year there is an event held in New York for the people in the mafia. Being the wife of Kylo Ren, the head of the mafia is no easy task especially when a certain person gets under your skin for being with Kylo. Luckily with a little help of the Knight of Ren, you made it clear to that person that Kylo belongs to you. Kylo Ren x Reader 

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You knew it wasn't easy when attending to these events with your husband, Kylo. The stares and the whispers were always overwhelming. Kylo even wanted to stop going after you told him about your feelings towards it. You knew however it was important for his work and his appearance.

"They envy you." Kuruk told you once late at night as you sat on the couch with the KOR, the Knights of Ren. The men who gave their loyalty and their life to Kylo.

"Why's that?" You asked them who surrounded you.

"Isn't it obvious?" Ushar said as he got up and walked to the nearest open window to light a cigarette.

Ap'lek cleared his throat and looked at you. "It's because you have Kylo in the palm of your hand."

"He will do anything for you. He will kill for you." Trudgen added.

"Every woman wants to be you, Y/n. Since Kylo has you, every man wants you."

They watched as your eyes widened and looked at each other. They wouldn't tell you what Kylo had done to the men and women that tried to get close to you.

When Vicrul saw you were crying outside during your third event. He had asked what happened, you told him someone named Bazine Netal had come up to you and was making comments about how she fucked Kylo. Now you were aware of Kylo's sexual relationships, he had in the past before you. In a short and brief matter. He told you he was never looking for a relationship before you. It was strictly sex, strictly for his pleasure only. Vicrul comforted you and told you the same thing Kylo told you before. It was just sex.

"That skank is here because she's the daughter of some other boss. Apparently she thought if she could get with Kylo she would get richer and have more power." Vicrul told you.

"Did he have feelings for her?" You asked him.

"Listen here, I have known Kylo since we were teenagers and he never once talked to me about being in a relationship or even liking a girl. That was until he met you. Couldn't keep Bigfoot from shutting up about you when he first met you." You laughed at Kylo's nickname.

"He did fucked Bazine. I won't lie about that but it was before you. He did it because she was there when he was sexually frustrated. He just used her for sex nothing more. She's just pissed because Kylo told her to fuck off when he met you. I can tell you a few secrets though. Things that can help you to keep her big mouth shut."

After that night you knew things about what Kylo used to be like in bed before meeting you and you intend to take advantage of it especially with her. Fast forwarding to now you knew she would come up to you tonight. Apparently after hearing that you and Kylo got married. She went berserk according to Vicrul.

The KOR had agreed among themselves that they wouldn't tell you more about Bazine, especially the night when Kylo went to Bazine's apartment a month after getting married with you.

The leggy blonde was happy to open the front door for Kylo. With high hopes that Kylo changed his mind and wanted her instead of you. She was met with Kylo's large hand grabbing her throat and pushing her against the wall near the door.

The KOR stood quiet and kept the door guarded from the outside. They listened to her pleas and her sobbing.

"What did I tell you?" Kylo yelled at her as he choked her.

"I don't want you near my wife or me. I want Y/n. I'm with her. That's who I belong to. Get that through your thick fucking skull." Kylo watched as Bazine gasped for air as he shouted at her. Her face was becoming red, the veins on her forehead were popping out.

Vircul was watching down the hallway when he heard a loud thump from inside the apartment and muffled screams from Kylo. He could feel the dried blood on his fingertips from their kill they did before coming to Bazine. He wished he was the one choking Bazine. She caused so much trouble for them that night. Bazine thought it would have been a good idea to tell a rival of Kylo about you. Bazine didn't know they had an inside guy. Vicrul would never forget the face Kylo made when their guy called and told them that Bazine had gone and told the rival all about you. None of the KOR looked at Kylo when their inside guy told them about the rival's plan on taking you, using you, and selling you.

Vircul heard Kylo yell once more then heard Bazine screaming and cursing at him.

Bazine cried out as she looked up at Kylo. He had thrown her to the ground. She looked around to see her hair extensions on the floor along with one of her heels. Tears were running down her face, her makeup ruined. Her face was flushed. She winced when he grabbed her chin, he stared at her and pointed a finger at her.

"Next time you try to have my wife kidnapped or get near Y/n. I'll fucking you. I swear to fucking god, I'll end you." He screamed at her, pushing her face away harshly to the side. He walked out of her apartment leaving her on the ground. He slammed the door shut and without a word Kylo and the KOR left.

Few minutes later Kylo received a call from you when they made it outside of Bazine's complex building. The KOR watched their boss pick up the phone and walk a few feet away. They watched as a smile came across his face and nodded. Kylo hung up the phone and walked back towards them.

"Y/n made dinner. She's waiting for us. No fucking word about this." He said pointing at the complex building. The day went horribly wrong at first but ended well by them walking into Kylo's penthouse with the smell of home cooked food and a warm welcome hug from you.

You stared at yourself in the full body mirror as you touched the fabric of your gown. The red gown was elegant, reaching down to your ankles. You wore a nude colored heels.  You checked your lips once more making sure it wasn't smudge. You tugged on the thin straps making sure it stayed in place on your shoulders. You wore the jewelry that Kylo gifted you as well. Diamond necklace along with a bracelet. You checked your earring making sure the back end is tightly closed.

"Wow." You looked over your shoulder to see Kylo standing by the doorway of the bedroom.

"Wow to you too, mister." You said, turning around to see his full outfit. He wore a black suit with a matching black shirt, tie and dress shoes. His dark curls framed his face. He even trimmed his mustache a bit. His cologne of soft spices and wood welcomed you.

"Black and red. Wonderful colors." He said as he walked towards you. Softly turning you back around to face the mirror. You looked at him through the mirror. He had you against his chest as both of you looked ahead at the mirror. He wrapped his hands around your waist. Leaning down to kiss your bare shoulders.

"Kylo." You giggled when he nibbled on the thin strap of the dress. You watched him as he looked at the mirror and gave you a grin.

"You look so handsome." You tell him, bringing your left arm up to reach behind his head as he kissed your bare skin. With a fist full of hair, you gently tug him down to reach your face so you can kiss him.

You moan in his mouth as one of his hands touches your chest, squeezing one of your breasts. The other hand goes down to cup your mound over your dress. The friction with the fabric and his warm fingers made you move your hips against his hand.

"Fuck, Y/n." Kylo groans against your lips, happy by how eager you are. You were about to gather your dress up to your hip so he can touch your bare cunt.

You had decided to not wear anything underneath to tease him but the sound of knocking echoed throughout the penthouse interrupting both of you. Pulling away you turn around from the mirror when Kylo lets out a tsk. He looked down at his watch and said "It's probably the KOR with the limo. Event is starting soon." You nodded at him. He looks up from his watch and gives you another kiss.

"To be continued." He says, raising his eyebrow up with a mischievous smirk.

"Yes." You said with a smile then grabbed the lipstick from the vanity. He grabs your hand, both of you walk out of the bedroom to the front door. Kylo helps you put on your coat first before he puts his on. He grabbed your clutch for you that was resting on the couch. He slips the lipsticks you handed him as you fixed your hair.

Kylo was right, the KOR were downstairs waiting next to a parked black limo, there you greeted them and thanked them for the compliments they gave you when they saw you. They all wore suits and looked their very best.

Quickly getting in, you sat next to Kylo as the KOR sat on the side seats. They talked among themselves as Vicrul talked to Kylo about a few members being in the event tonight.

Kylo's a powerful man, a respectable man but most of all he was feared by many as well. Kylo is in the mafia, he's the boss of all bosses one can say.

"I thought you were an accountant." You told him when he took you out on the first date. You would never forget the hearty laugh he gave you as he sat across from you on the restaurant table. His smile was so big from your words. That was the first of many dates then years later after ups and down because nothing is easy when dating the head of a large mafia. He asked you for your hand in marriage and the rest was history. You couldn't help but feel nervous once more about the event.

Once a year people from the mafia in different cities would come. Their bosses and their trusty crew would reunite to tell tales and of course to kiss Kylo's ass. It always amazed you, by how many people would come to the event even governors and mayors from other cities would arrive as well. Vicrul and Cardo had told you when they found you standing outside on the balcony of the building during your first event. You were a bit overwhelmed and needed the fresh air.

"He helped out a lot of people there. Gives information to mayors and governors. Especially when they're up  running, and money for their stupid campaigns. Whenever they need to hide some dark secrets from the people. Gives sanctuary to other mafia bosses whenever they are in deep shit. It goes on and on."

Finally making it to the event, Kylo helped you out of the limo and walked with you up the red carpeted stairs to the main entrance. Coats were given to the coat check. Kylo walked with you hand to hand to the main hall. As usual Kylo made his rounds while you decided to sit down with the guys and have a drink.

"I'm sure Bigfoot liked the dress we picked out." Cardo said, taking a sip of his drink.

You gave him a small laugh and nodded. Kylo sure did it. An hour later Kylo made it back when dinner was served. Laughter, conversations and drinks were made throughout dinner. Mayors came by to say their hellos. Their wives' gave their congratulations and welcomed you into being in a marriage. They gave you compliments about the dress you wore as well. You just gave them a smile and tried your best to be friendly. They even asked if any of the KOR were single. Of course, they didn't care that they were married or half the age of the KOR. They wanted a new boy toy. You were growing ill by how they talked about them like they were pieces of meat to be chewed up and thrown to the side when finished.

They couldn't help but smile when you gave the housewives a fake laugh and commented. "They are all mine."

The housewives mumbled under their breath about you being selfish and a bitch. You just rolled your eyes and happily went back to finish your dinner when they left. You were a bit glad Kylo had gotten up from the table beforehand. He would have killed these old ladies.

"What?!" You said when you saw them staring at you. They shook their heads and pretended to be looking somewhere else. They obviously heard the comments.

"Listen here." You said, pointing at them with the fork in your hand.

"You deserve more than being just a fuck. You deserve someone to love you. Not to use you for just sex." You said then continued on with your dinner. Not noticing the smiles from them. You have come to know and respect them. They were good men, who worked hard and did everything in their power to come on top. You often see them looking over at Kylo and you.

You couldn't help but wonder if they were lonely. They had to be, they always were with Kylo and you. When you found out about two members of the KOR being in a relationship you were so excited. Kylo found out on his own. He was waiting for the elevator to come to his floor when he left the penthouse. His eyes widened when the elevator doors opened showing  two of his men kissing inside of the elevator.

"Ren." They both called out and let each other go. Kylo cleared his throat and rubbed the back of his neck trying to think of something to say.

"Cool." He said, looking at both of them then stepped inside the elevator. Kylo didn't smile until he was in his car alone.

After dessert was served and eaten, Kylo and a few KOR walked around the hall to gather intel from other bosses that they can use in the future. Paintings were hung around the hall, music played in the other hall for others to dance. You held your drink in your hand as you walked around with Cardo. Kylo had told the KOR to not leave you alone tonight. Since he knew Bazine would be here and she would probably make a show.

"I don't want that fucking rat anywhere near Y/n." He told them a few hours before the event.

"I have no idea what it means." You tell Cardo as both of you stood in front of a painting.

Cardo hummed as he eyed the painting. He was about to speak when both of you heard footsteps coming from behind. Cardo and you turned to see Bazine there with her usually smug face.

"Nice to see you, Y/n." Bazine said then took a drink of her champagne. Cardo was about to tell her to fuck off when you spoke first.

"It's Mrs. Ren. You can call me that." You told her earning a smirk from Cardo and a look from Bazine. Skanky bitch, you thought to yourself as you looked up and down at her. Of course, she would wear something trashy to a very formal event. Her breasts were practically about to spill over her dress. If she were to bend over you knew her ass would be out for everyone to see.

"You're very lucky then Mrs.Ren." She said walking closer to you. You stood your ground looking up at the leggy woman in front of you.

"Is his cock still big?" She questions.

"How can a thing like you handle him?" She sneers at you.

"Enough!" Cardo said, pulling you away to walk away. You turned around to see her watching you so you spoke.

"If I couldn't. He wouldn't have made me his wife and don't worry as his wife, the woman he loves, I have been taking his big cock everyday." With that you turned and walked away with Cardo.

"Holy shit." Cardo whispered while walking into another hall where you saw Kylo talking to a group of people.

"I know, was it too much?" You asked, finishing your drink in one gulp and placing it on a server tray as they walked past you.

"Not at all. Hopefully it'll keep her away for now." He told you as you looked at your husband across the room. You stared at Kylo for a moment as he talked to the group of people surrounding him. They listen intently at Kylo's words. You knew Kylo had to be in these events for his image and his credibility. It was important and you would deal with these events standing tall just for him because you love him.  You suddenly smile when an idea strikes you. You turned to Cardo and asked him for a favor.

You walked towards your husband who was now talking with another person. He also wore black suit like Kylo. He was a few inches shorter and looked much older than Kylo.

When Kylo sees you, his eyes light up.

"Y/n, come and meet Mr. Dittmann." Kylo said as he placed a hand behind your back. You held out your hand to greet him.

"Ren, you didn't say your wife was so beautiful." Mr. Dittmann said as he held your hand and leaned down to kiss it. Kylo stared at him as the man looked at you with lustful eyes. Mr. Dittmann didn't seem to care about Kylo's stares as he kissed the back of your hand. You looked up at the man's hazel eyes, he had an accent too.

"I'm from Denmark." He commented to you.

"Oh, how lovely." Kylo's hand twitched in rage behind your back when Mr. Dittmann leaned back up and still held your hand.

"You may call me Mads, sweetheart." He told you as you pulled away.

"It is a pleasure to meet you, Mads." You responded then looked at Kylo who was still staring hard at Mads. You placed a hand on Kylo's chest and gave him a small smile knowing he hates when people called you by nicknames.

"I'm sorry to interrupt your conversation with my husband but I need him urgently to deal with something." Kylo looked away from him and down at you with a worried face.

"Don't be sorry, sweetheart. I'll be waiting to talk more about business." Mads said with a nod goodbye and left.

"I'm going to kill that son of bitch." Kylo grunted at you. You shook your head and grabbed his hand.

"Where are we going? What was the problem?" He asked as you took him out of the hall and walked up the staircase to a private bathroom. Cardo looked at you as you gave him a thumbs up while going up the stairs with Kylo.

"Let the show begin." He said as he started to walk to another hall to get the KOR.

"What's going on?" Kylo asked as you pushed him into the private bathroom a few doors down the hallway.

You left the door a bit open and quickly walked in front of Kylo before he noticed. He was leaning against the wall a few feet across the door. You walked in front of him wrapping your arms around his neck. His hands quickly wrapped around your waist.

"I'm sorry. I dragged you away. I missed you." You said, looking up at him batting your eyelashes at him.

"I missed you too." He told you, pulling you closer to him. You can practically smell the cologne on his neck. You can smell light bourbon on his breath as well.

"Can't wait for this event to be over." Kylo said softly knowing this isn't your favorite thing to do. He was thankful though. You will come and give him company.

"Any good connection?" You asked, running your fingers through his hair making him close his eyes.

"Lots but that last guy I'm going to kill him, you know for looking at you like that." Kylo said as he leaned down to place his forehead against yours.

"I'm sure it was just to kiss ass. He doesn't want anything else from me." You whispered against his lips. Kylo shook his head as he bumped his nose with yours and sighed.

"You don't know how beautiful you are. So sweet and pure. My little fucking angel." He said giving you a kiss on the cheek then one on your lips.

"An angel?" You asked when you pulled away. Kylo nods yes to you. You dropped your arms down and softly tugged him by his belt.

"Can I show you something?" You asked, once again he nodded. You quickly bunch the fabric of the dress up to your hips. You take his right hand. You softly moan when his fingers hit your bare cunt. Showing him you were no angel at all. Kylo's mouth drop and his eyes widen. A few seconds later you were pushed against the wall.

"Dirty little girl. Still wet from earlier?" He asked as his large fingers parts your puffy lips. His fingers rubbing your clit. He hums in satisfaction as your cunt was getting wetter by his touch.

"Can't stop thinking about you." You told him then started to kiss him. Making him groan as you slip your tongue in his mouth. Kylo wasted no time to kneel down in front of you. You let out a gasp when you felt him lick your slit. His nose is almost sliding between your folds. You let out a gasp when his nose bumps with your clit.

"Fuck." You cry out when he puts a leg over his shoulder as he spreads your lips to eat you out. You hear him moan as he slips his tongue up and down in your throbbing clit. You shake from pleasure under your husband's tongue. You almost had forgotten about the plan, you looked up towards the door and saw her. You stared at Bazine who was looking at you behind the door.

You knew she was angry. She had to be because you knew Kylo never once ate a woman out. Vicrul told you that Kylo told him that he never ate pussy especially from girls he just fucks but now he's down on his knees eating your cunt like it's the last supper. Kylo was surprisingly good at eating pussy, probably it was because Kylo ate so fast and shoved everything in his mouth as quickly as possible.

"Baby..yes." You cry when you feel him adding a second finger into you. His fingers are so thick and rough. You can feel him stretching you. He lets out a harsh groan while looking up at you as he kisses your mound. He pulls away when you tug on his hair.

"You taste so good." Kylo says, making you smile as you praise him for his skilled tongue. You knew it would drive her crazy.

"You love eating this pussy, don't you baby? Making my pussy cum with daddy's tongue." You say loudly looking at Bazine. Kylo hummed in satisfaction as he kissed your inner thigh that hung over his shoulder.

"Yes." Kylo groans. "Love this pussy." He tells you playful biting your thigh making you whine as you stare hard at her.

"You know what else baby?" You ask looking down at Kylo. Pushing his hair out of his face, looking down at his pretty face and wet lips.

"You like fucking this pussy right?" Kylo nods quickly at your question. "Fuck yes."

"I want you to fuck me. Please." You beg him as he gently removes your leg from his shoulder. He quickly stood up to kiss you making you taste yourself. His kisses were wet with your slick, so loud that can be heard. Another thing Kylo never did was kiss whoever he fucked. When you found out about this. It all made sense to you on why Kylo would spend hours making out with you like both of you were a couple of teenagers when you first started to date and even now. Some days a simple kiss will turn out to be a full make out session.

Bazine gripped her clutch as Kylo kissed you. Your red lipstick you wore was now smudge from his kisses. Whenever she tried to kiss him he would push her away. Even during sex when she started to get clingy. Kylo would shout at her and turn her around to push her head down but now seeing him do the very thing she wanted drove her into anger.

"How?" He asked you. Another thing Kylo didn't do with her. He wasn't the one to ask what position. It was always his way or no way. Bazine saw him moving. Kylo unzips his dress pants. He placed a hand near your head as he stroked himself.

"Tell me, angel?" He asks as he rubs his thumb over the head of his cock.

"I need that sweet pussy now." He mumbles under his breath.

"Against the wall, I want you to hold me." You tell him, and without a word he quickly grabs the back of your legs to lift you. You pushed the fabric of your dress up to your stomach.

You let out a moan when you felt his cock pierced inside of you without a warning. "We have to be quick before anyone sees us, ok?" Kylo whispers to you gently making you nod as you give him another kiss to ease the pain from the sudden stretch.

Wrapping your arm around neck, you moan when he grabbed your ass and started to fuck you slowly at first.

"So fucking good." Kylo quietly whines to you as his brows knit together.

You were looking over his shoulder to the door and moaned loudly making sure that she could hear you. You felt him kiss your neck and started to fuck you harder making you moan as you felt the head of his cock ramming against your cervix repeatedly. So painfully good, the feeling of being so full. You stared right at her and gave her a wide smile as you let out a moan. You knew how you looked completely crazy. Your legs hanging from the crook of his arms as he held you up. Your hair is probably a mess by now. You knew your lipstick was gone by smudges on Kylo's face. You know she can hear the squelching sound of your pussy being rammed hard by him. His grunts and your moans.

'That's right bitch, he's mine.' You thought to yourself. Your eyes closed when you felt Kylo started to leave sloppy wet kisses on your neck.

"Yes baby." You moaned loudly.

"F-fuck! Keep squeezing me like that. Pl..Please." Kylo yells as he fucks you as you lean back to your back to the wall whining at the new angle now.

"Fuck!" Kylo yells. Did he see her, you thought to him.

"Look at that baby." He says with a groan as started to hit you with deep and slow thrust.

You quickly push all of the fabric from the dress against your body making room to see. Looking down to see where the two of you meet. You moan at the sight of it. His cock sliding in and out of you, his cock so slick with your juices. You can see a white ring starting form at the base of his cock, some of your cream had already stained his pants.

"Look at this pussy. Mine pussy. This is mine. All fucking mine." He hissed as he started to ram into you quicker making you bounce on the wall.

"Cum for me..cum on daddy's cock." He tells you as he squeezes your ass hard making you fall back to his chest. You were about to drool on his suit when you felt him ram into you. You had no choice, your hanged legs shook at his harsh strokes. You can feel your toes curl in your high heels.

"Daddy...mmm." You moaned in a high pitch as you opened your eyes and saw her again.

"That's it, squeeze my cock like that. Just like that!" Kylo praises you, letting a moan out he feels the head of his cock hitting you right in the spot. He can feel your wall gripping tightly.

"Cum in me. Breed me daddy..please cum inside." You cry out looking straight in her eyes with a grin.

Kylo always wore a condom with them. You're the first he fucked raw. Something about knowing that made you wild. All the times he filled you up. Never once did he mention condoms with you. You knew he liked cumming inside of you. His eyes grow wide whenever you're on your back with your legs spread open. Your fingers playing with your pussy. He would moan as you use his cum as lube to play with your clit. You grin up at him as you softly slap your cunt again and again as his cum oozes out of you, those wet smacks makes him moan as he nestled between your legs for a taste.

"Gonna cum inside my little angel's pussy." Kylo grunts harder, pulling you painfully close to him, making you whine. You feel his fingernails digging into your ass as he lifts you up and down on his cock.

You feel your abdomen tighten when you hear Kylo whine, you knew he was close. You wanted so bad to cum you wanted to show her you cumming on your husband's cock. Kylo feels your hand on his neck making him shut his eyes with pleasure.

"Give me daddy's cum." Kylo grunts at your words, squelching sounds from your pussy filling your ears.

"Fill me up daddy. Pleasee fill your angel's pussy." You tell him, bouncing on him to meet his hip.

"Kiss me."  You obey him and he meets your lips with him. You mewled as he sucked your tongue in his kiss. It was getting too much from you. You cry in his mouth when you came on his cock. He lets your lips free and watches as your pretty face go dumb from your orgasm.

"Yeah..cum on this cock." Kylo tells you. He lets out a moan when he feels both hands on his throat. His eyes grew wide at your action.

"Cum in me. Come on baby." You whisper, tighten your hold on his throat. You let out a loud whine while hearing him whimper as he felt his mind go blank and at that moment Kylo knew you were an angel. You were giving him his guilty pleasure. You were choking him.

You hold him close when he spills inside of you, it was so warm. You let out another loud whine as he leans towards the wall. You don't care about the cold wall against your back. You look back at the door as you kiss Kylo on his cheek praising him for filling you up. You give Bazine a wink then a smirk.

Bazine lets out a huff and quickly walks away from the door. She rolled her eyes when she saw the KOR as she walked down the stairs. The KOR were spread out on the floor, guarding the upstairs restroom.

"You good skank?" Vicrul asked as he leaned against the pillar a few feet away from the staircase.

"Skank?! You mean she is the skank?! Fucking him in the bathroom like a whore." Bazine yelled, making him chuckle. He pushed himself off the pillar and walked closer to her towering over her completely with his six foot frame.

"She's no whore. That's her husband. Don't confuse her with you." Vicrul told her. Bazine looked up at his blue eyes and rolled her eyes dramatically. She couldn't believe she had grown aroused by watching Kylo and you fucking. She has grown more jealous of you now. She couldn't get rid of the sound of his moans and his filthy words he moaned to you. The expression on your face when he emptied his load into you had imprinted in her mind.

So Bazine did what she always does.

"How come we never fucked, Vicrul?" She told him, eyeing him up and down. Vicrul frowned at her knowing what she was doing. She thought she can get whatever she wants by just having sex.

"I'm good at it. I'm sure Kylo has told you what my mouth can do." Vicrul shook his head at her words, making her face drop.

"Oh wait." Vicrul said as he tapped on the crown of his forehead. "He did say something about you being annoying. That he told me about you."

"Tell me. What do you like? I can provide anything for you." Bazine said, crossing her arms under her breasts to make them appear much larger.

"Would you happen to have a twelve inch dick between your legs?" He asks, making her eyes widen at his question. Her arms fell and she stood still.

"Didn't think so. So the answer is no." He said with a shrug of his shoulders and walked away when he saw Kylo and you making your way to walk down the stairs.

Cardo watched as Bezine let out a grunt of disgust and walked away. He was glad she didn't talk to him since he was the one to lie to her, telling her that Kylo was waiting for her upstairs. He waited for Vicrul to walk by him.

"Is my nine inch dick not enough for you, honey?" Cardo said, making the rest of the KOR yell oooohhh. As they all got together to wait for Kylo and you. Vicrul gave them a side eye to shut up then looked to his right at Cardo.

"You know it is, baby. Can't live without." Vicrul whispered into his ear. He couldn't help but smile as Cardo blushed. Vicrul looked away from his lover when Kylo and you walked towards them.

"Is everything alright?" Kylo asked them as he saw his men together.

"I had asked them to guard while you helped me with my dress, dear. Right, guys?" You said with a smile looking at them.

"Yes." They all said simultaneously, making Kylo nod as he cleared his throat.

"You good, boss?" Vicrul asked Kylo with a shit eating grin as he saw a slight wet spot on his boss's pants specifically around his crotch area. He also noticed you weren't wearing lipstick anymore.

"Perfect." Kylo answered him as he looked down at you. You winked at Cardo as Kylo and you walked back to the tables.

[chloe-skywalker]

So I've been working on a lot of things.

Some Eddie Munson stuff and some Billy Hargrove stuff (including stuff that you guys want a part 2 to).

But I'm working on even more.

I've got everything layed out to do a STAR WARS Series . . .

And I'm almost 10+ chapters into a Series that's a crossover.

Say anyone interested in a SOA x Mob!Bucky AU crossover story? Cause it's coming along and fast. I'm almost on a second composition book.

Jax x reader (past)

Opie x sister reader

Mob Bucky x reader

[iamburdened]

Mein gott I just wanted some mob!Kylo Ren fics but it seems like i’ve read all of them twice already!!!!!!

If u got any recommendations drop here please

[mrs-gucci]

Ben/Kylo + childhood sweethearts + everyone thinks we're married

Put A Ring On It [drabble] {mob boss!Kylo Ren x Reader}

(hope it’s alright that I wrote this for him!)

warnings: language, alcohol consumption. **no actual use of ‘Y/N’ in this fic.

word count: 504

Wild Card Drabbles

Kylo + childhood sweethearts + ‘everyone thinks we’re married’

When you’ve been dating someone since high school, and it’s been ten years since then, it’s natural that people would begin to ask about wedding plans. Right?

Well, when you’re dating someone in the mafia, you’ve come to realize, people don’t even ask about wedding plans…most people just assume you’re already married.

Of course, you and Kylo have discussed it already. You don’t want to rush into marriage, since you both come from homes with unhappy marriages and you’re both more than content with being in a committed partnership for the time being.

Tonight is a perfect example. Huge corporate event with some big New York suits that Kylo’s doing business with.

All evening, everyone you’ve talked to, they’ve called you “Mrs. Ren”.

“Mrs. Ren, allow me to show you to your seat.”

“Would you like anything to drink, Mrs. Ren?”

“What do you do for a living, Mrs. Ren?”

About halfway through the night, and two cocktails in, you’re taking a much-neede break at the buffet table when you feel a familiar, muscular arm sling around your torso.

“How are you holding up, dove?”

You chuckle. It’s a somewhat loaded question.

“Mrs. Ren is doing alright, thanks for asking.”

He sighs softly, trying to mask the fact that he actually enjoys it when you call him that.

“Sorry, my love. I have been trying to correct people whenever I hear it.”

No, he hasn’t. Not really.

Perhaps if people keep saying it, you’ll want to actually become it…

“It’s okay. I…maybe…”

His eyebrows raise. “Maybe…?”

You bite your lip to hide the smile creeping onto your expression.

“Maybe we should stop having to correct people…m-maybe we should get married.”

Kylo grins, standing in front of you and digs around in his suit pocket until he pulls out a big, beautiful diamond ring.

Your eyes widen and you look up at him with furrowed brows, chuckling softly.

“Were you…carrying that around this whole time?”

“Dove, I bought this a week after we started dating. I’ve carried it everywhere, every time we’ve gone somewhere together, waiting for the go-ahead from you.” He says, chuckling and scratching the back of his neck awkwardly. “God, I…I hope it still fits you…”

Your eyes are swelling with tears at his words and you laugh softly, wrapping your arms around him.

“I love you so much, Kylo.” You whisper, then look up at him with a smile. “And my answer’s yes, by the way. I will marry you. In case you were wondering, not that you really asked or anything…”

He smiles, shaking his head playfully as he slips the ring on your left finger.

“Eh. I knew you were a sure thing.”

Your eyebrows raise and you laugh heartily, giving him a playful shove as you pull away.

“I hate you.”

Kylo laughs softly, keeping hold of your hands and pulling you back against his chest when you try to walk away. He leans down and presses a delicate kiss to your lips.

“Love you too, Mrs. Ren.”

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{ answered for my follower milestone celebration event thingy }

[babbushka]

Time & Place

Mob!Kylo Ren x F!Reader

A/N: It is so wonderful to be participating in Writer's Wednesday once again! A huge thank you and shoutout to @autumnleaves1991-blog and @clydesducktape for hosting and curating this fun event. I hope you all enjoy the direction I've taken with this photo!

2k, this one is nothin' but smut lol! NSFW (exhibitionism, oral sex [M receiving], praise kink, PIV, chair sex, sex at work [sort of])

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It’s a cramped little place, the bookstore. A nice place, local. One of the last of its kind, something that you lament when you’re there. And you were there often, between browsing the ever growing list of titles new and old, and the calls. Kylo had oh so many calls that he needed to keep track of. He didn’t like to take all of them at the same location, things weren’t like they used to be. The government had a bad habit of watching his phones, so Kylo sometimes branched out to these inconspicuous genuine shops that no one would bat an eye over. The bookstore wasn’t even a front, that’s how committed Kylo could be when he wanted some bonafide privacy.

By the virtue of being Kylo’s wife, you accompanied him to all of these calls. He liked having you there, even if you were silent in the background. You could express your thoughts to him through the quirks of your face alone -- your brows, eyes, mouth. Kylo watched them intently on these conference calls, watching to see if there’s anything in the voices of the men he deals with that you can detect.

He’s watching you now.

A Senator accompanied by his team is on the other line, one of the ones that you’ve never worked with before. Kylo’s people had been contacted by the Senator’s people, and a meeting had been arranged to discuss just what sort of work they were expecting Kylo to do -- and how much they were willing to pay for it. Kylo was the most professional of the bosses around, his services didn’t come cheap.

“Look I’ve never done anything like this before -- ” The Senator is one of these new types who is in way over his head. You can hear the tremor in his voice and have to stifle a chuckle. They don’t know you’re listening in, after all. The man cuts himself off and you can practically visualize the way he must be clenching his fists at his side as he asks, “Can you do it?”

“Of course I can do it, it’s just a matter of ironing out the details.” Kylo replies, sitting in his green velvet chair, surrounded by a cavern of books stacked high up to the ceiling.

He looks delicious, smoking his cigarette, dressed head to toe in custom Ralph Lauren. It’s funny, you think as you lean against a stack of books, watching him watching you, how in the fall and winter he wears less black. A three-piece suit made of a charcoal tweed wraps his broad, strong frame, a sliver of sunlight coming in through a far off window catches through the smoky room and illuminates the gold details of his watch, waistcoat chain and cufflinks.

Kylo watches as you stalk towards him with all too much of a feline, predatory slink of your body; he bites his bottom lip when you press a finger to your lips and sink to your knees.

“Okay. Shall I have my guys get in touch with your guys?” The Senator is still on the line -- a test.

“No.” Kylo exhales a plume of grey-blue smoke from his nose, looking at you while he answers the man. You know he’s not talking to you, he nods at you, wanting to play this game.

You grin, a slow dangerous thing, moving as silently as possible to smooth your hands up his tailored trousers.

“No?” The Senator is confused, the way he stutters is music to your ears. “B-But -- ”

“The less people involved, the better.” Kylo’s only halfway paying attention now, and how could he?

How could he be focused on anything other than the way your deft fingers have slid his belt out of the buckle, have pulled down his zipper slow slow slow. Kylo swallows around the way his mouth is watering, one of his hands caressing your cheek as he continues the conversation, “I’ll see to this matter...personally.”

“I need dirt, anything.” The Senator sighs, the noise masking the way Kylo lets out a sharp exhale as you pull his hard cock out of his underwear, stroking it a few times, running your tongue up and down the shaft to make the glide a little easier. He rambles on, “Anything at all that you can find on this guy. I cannot lose this election, I’ll do anything. Make something up. Make him disappear.”

“You could say that extracting information is one of my specialties.” Grunting, Kylo lifts his hips a little, so you have some room to pull his pants down enough that his cock isn’t trapped in any way. His hand cups the back of your head, and you wink at him with a smile, before opening your mouth and taking him against your tongue. Kylo’s voice is strained when he asks, “When’s the election?”

“Three months.”

“Shit.” Kylo hisses, his hand clenching in your hair as you swallow him down in one swift motion, the head of his cock hitting the back of your throat. He masks it with a quick, “You couldn’t have called me sooner?”

Shooting you a look that would give the toughest men a heart attack, you simply smile as best as you can. You love this, making him react like this. You’re the only woman who could make him feel this good, and you both know it.

“I know I know -- look I’m desperate here!” Thankfully, the Senator doesn’t think anything is wrong, he’s fast to apologize for his own concocted faults. Really, three months wasn’t that short, you knew your husband could have a folio ready in three weeks.

Kylo’s eyes are glued to yours, the eye contact making him sweat in his suit. You’ve got the velvety hardness of his shaft heavy in your mouth, down your throat, and when you hollow out your cheeks and suck, Kylo grunts out -- “How desperate.”

There’s some shuffling then, on the other line, and you use the opportunity to let your eyes close, to savor the moment. Kylo’s got one hand wound tight in your hair, guiding your head up and down to fuck your mouth on his cock, and it’s messy messy messy. There’s spit and precome sliding all around your chin, staining and soaking into his trousers. Good thing he’s got a change of clothes stashed here somewhere -- he’s going to need them.

And with the way he’s looking at you, you might very well need a change too.

Almost like he’s reading your mind, he taps the underside of your chin and makes you choke only a little bit, before pulling you off his cock entirely. Pushing up your knit skirt and shoving your panties to the side, Kylo tugs you onto his lap. The velvet chair isn’t really big enough to accommodate the both of you like this, but you straddle his waist and sink down with a sigh.

Kylo covers your mouth with his palm, cutting your noises off as best as he can. The phone is on speaker, and they could possibly hear you on the other line. Something about that thrills the both of you -- the adrenaline making your blood pump as you feel his cock stretch out your pussy with each inch that it fills you up.

His other hand holds your hip steady as Kylo plants his feet on the floor, and starts to buck his hips up against you, fucking your cunt with a hard and steady rhythm that makes the entire room smell like sex. Your eyes roll back into your head as you rock on his dick, your throat elongating for him. At once, he latches his mouth to a soft spot and worries it between his teeth, grunting and groaning softly in your ear.

“Ten.” The voice of the Senator sounds so far away, but your man, ever the reasonable negotiator that he is, counters immediately.

“Twenty.” Kylo’s voice is only a little strained, the vein in his neck beginning to bulge the way that it does when he’s yelling at someone. You get filled with a searing hot pride when you realize that he’s feeling the exact same level of passion -- all because of you.

You’re bouncing on his cock, your entire body undulating as you ride Kylo so hard that the legs of the velvet chair groan in protest. Moaning softly, just loud enough that they might be able to hear static coming through on their end, your nipples grow painfully stiff through your tight-fitting knit sweater.

Kylo shoves your sweater up and yanks the mesh cup of your bra away so that he can get a nipple in his mouth, and with the sucking friction, your orgasm hits you before you even know it’s coming.

“Jesus.” You and the Senator breathe at the same time, but Kylo doesn’t let up -- he’s not done yet.

“You’ll make it back in a couple months.” Kylo growls, his voice deep deep deep, as his thrusts speed up, becoming more irregular, growing closer and closer to orgasming himself. He’s sweating, through the haze of the cigarette smoke and the stars that dance in front of your eyes, you can see the way his face is pinching up, trying to keep his tone level, “I’m aware you have some very generous donors.”

Kylo can’t help it then, he picks you up entirely and drops you onto the velvet chair in his place. Your knees hit the cushion, your arms bracing on the back of the chair as he drapes his chest across your back, holding your pleasure weak hips steady with his strong hands and pounding your pussy from behind.

Bunching the hem of your sweater up and using it as a gag, you muffle your loud moans into something a little more tame, smothering your face in the knit. Kylo’s cock hits you in all the right spots, and you pant and gasp as he rails you, pushing himself over the edge until he finally slaps the back of your thigh and you can feel the hot pulse of his come filling you up.

Letting himself relax finally, you and Kylo take a few deep breaths as you lean against one another, grinning at each other like the idiots in love you are. It was always such a perfect beautiful thing, having sex with Kylo, even when it’s rough --

“Mr. Ren?” A cleared voice cuts through the reverie, and Kylo blinks, having forgotten that the Senator was still on the line.

You and Kylo stare at one another, internally wincing over the very likely possibility that the team had heard him blow his load in you. Kylo hazards to ask, with as smooth and collected of a tone of voice as possible, “...Yes?”

“I asked if the conditions were satisfactory?”

“Yes -- yes of course. My apologies, the service where I am is shotty.” Relief washes across your face as Kylo recovers with ease. He looks at you and smiles, “Very satisfactory.”

“Good. Then I look forward to hearing from you again soon.”

Kylo hangs the phone up, and brushes his sweaty hair out of his face. You lay sideways on the chair, your legs dangling off the arm, as your hands reach for him with a great big satisfied grin, looking all too much like the cat that got the cream.

You...” Placing the phone to the side, Kylo points a finger in your direction, and though he’d never admit it, he’s got a hint of a smile on his face too, “You are going to get me in trouble one of these days.”

“Don’t pretend you don’t like a little trouble now and then.” You let out a gasping laugh as Kylo pulls you completely off the chair and rolls around with you on the floor of this little bookstore that he’s closed off for the public today. With him on top of you like this, you can only think of one thing: “Want to go again?”

As much as Kylo wants you, you can see it in his eyes, he shakes his head.

“Time and place baby girl.” Kissing you for the first time since before he answered the phone, Kylo whispers against your mouth, “Let me get you home, and I’ll fuck you hard until that twenty mil hits the account.”

And that, you think with a grin as he kisses you and kisses you and kisses you again, is a very reasonable negotiation indeed.

[cas-backwards-tie]

find the word tag game

tagged by: @paperpocalypse omg Sam! Thank you so much for tagging me and it took me a second to realize these were all from different already published works so omg I’m excited ☺️🙌🏻

words: trip, smile, wild, breath, gentle, cracked

trip

Watching Five assassinate the president didn’t sound like fun, and although he’s made the trip fun so far, you still aren’t excited for what’s to come in the next half hour.

new assignment (Five Hargreeves x Commission!Reader WIP)

smile

He offers you a small smile in return, the corners of his lips just slightly tugging upward, LED a calming blue.

the interrogation (Connor RK800 x Reader)

wild

You’re pretty sure this isn’t where you’re supposed to be headed, though the only hint she gave you toward your destination was: ‘it’s a wild party, trust me! You’ll love it.’

untitled wip (Mob!Vampire!Kylo Ren x Reader)

breath

Kirigan holds his breath, eye twitching as he takes her in. There have been rumors of the beauty and grace she’d held, how seemingly most of the Fjerdan people took love in their beloved Ambassador. He hadn’t believed them.

the dreaded wedding (General Kirigan x Reader)

gentle

Lost in your facial expression, he misses the movement of your arm before he feels the (relatively) gentle punch of your fist against his arm.

your sweater (Connor RK800 x Reader)

cracked

I legit cannot find anything for ‘cracked’ so I’ll just have to make sure to include this verbiage in my upcoming works! 😉

new words: lovely, time, sunset, dark, tried, held

tagging: @marvelmusing , @carloswilliamcarlos , @duskholland , @spidervee , @sacklerscumrag , @yesimwriting , @veryholland , @ellana-ravenwood

[star-killer-md]

Actus Reus, Mens Rea

@contesa-lui-alucard asked:

Hey hey happy sleepover my friend!! If it’s alright with you, I have two prompts from the Smut list that I’d love to see you combine for... mob Kylo and lawyer reader! Oh snap!! 15 & 37, if you please. If not, no worries, I still hope you have an awesome sleepover 😁 (“Make it hurt, baby.” + “Lay back and touch yourself. I want to watch.”)

Anon asked:

hello, may i request clingy/possessive kylo,, thank you

Thank you lovlies for your requests and sorry from the bottom of my depressed ass heart that it took me so fucking long. Anyway here ya go, hope you enjoy some mobster Kylo deliciousness. I’m so excited you liked him Contesa, and I hope you’re into it as well too nonny! Sorry it got long, I truly have no control over that. 

And thank you so much to @sacklersdoll for reading over this for me!

Word Count: 4.4k

Warnings: Angst (its me), Smut (its me), mentions of predator/prey dynamic (mostly as metaphor), possessive Kylo Ren, semi-public sex, no pronouns for the reader by they are afab, dominant Kylo Ren, some brat vibes, Kylo Ren is not nice, allusions to guns, some sorta stalking behavior

Ship: Mob Boss!Kylo Ren x Lawyer!Reader

Summary: You’ve started to take on some pro bono clients as a favor to a friend and Kylo Ren is Not A Fan™ of all the attention this guy has been paying you. After a few months of consulting on the side, you’re beginning to wonder if life working for a mob boss is something you’re really cut out for. Though you quickly learn that you very well may have passed the point of no return when Kylo shows up at your office to remind you just who exactly you work for. 

“I really can’t thank you enough.”

You shook the woman’s hands and returned her smile. Her son stayed quiet, looking at the ground, but mumbled his thanks as well. He was a good kid. Just pissed off the wrong neighbor. One of those ‘get off my lawn,’ ‘good ole American dream’ types who thought welfare was a sign of the devil, and had it out for everyone in the lower tax brackets. 

“Really, it’s no problem,” you walked them to the door, leaving her your business card. “I’ll see you both at the courthouse on Monday.” 

Evan was waiting in your office when you returned. His patent leather shoes rested precariously on the corner of your desk and you knocked them off with a huff. 

“See you’ve made yourself at home,” you said, crossing your arms and staring down at him in your chair. 

He shrugged and stood under your scrutiny, moving around to take the seat across from you. Evan Goodman was an old friend from undergrad. You often got the impression he was still that same cocky frat boy in the head. Still flashed the ‘my daddy has more money than you’ smile on occasion when he really wanted to get under your skin. With his slicked back hair, unnervingly straight teeth, and his annoying prosperity despite never putting in much effort it was somewhat shocking the two still spoke. He was simply not the type of person who had ever needed to try. Success came naturally to him, and much to your dismay.

“What can I say? You’re a very gracious host,” he mused and leaned forward on the desk. “So, how did it go?”

You sighed, “They’ll be alright, might get saddled with a fine but the charges aren’t that serious.” 

“Good, Rosa’s an old friend. I would have helped her out myself, but not really my deal ya know?”

“Yeah, Mr. Tax Attorney, I get it.” 

Evan was kind of a dick, but he was also the kind of friend who would sit on the bathroom floor with you, hold your hair back and sing horrendous parody versions of ABBA no matter who heard. So you couldn’t hate him entirely. That also meant that when he came to you with cases like this, a favor for a friend or whatever the situation may be, you had a hard time refusing. 

It was also a convenient front for you not-so-legal legal work you’d been invested in for the past few months.

“Seriously, I know I’ve been asking a lot of you recently,” he flashed you that god awful grin and kicked his feet up again. “You can tell me to fuck off if it’s too much.” 

He had been coming to you for pro bono work with increasing frequency, especially over the past month or so, but again, you didn’t wholly mind it. You went into this kind of work for a reason. Though, you were starting to get the feeling that a certain, brooding, less than lawfully abiding businessman did not feel the same. 

Kylo Ren dealt frequently with the shady, black market underbelly of capitalist society, but you were less accustomed to his world and not completely ready to throw yourself to the hounds just yet.

You had already missed more than a few meetings and canceled on dinner tonight to meet with Rosa. To be fair, it wasn’t as if he’d made any indication this ill-defined whatever-it-was going on between the two of you was anything serious. And you were only his consultant, for now, so this took precedent anyway. At least that’s what you tried to convince yourself of. Definitely not a way to avoid thinking about fucking your boss who also happened to be in with the mob. 

Definitely not.  

“I wouldn’t have agreed to help if I couldn’t manage it,” you yawned softly and stood to collect your things. 

It was late and you were beginning to fantasize about how soft and warm your sheets would be. If you got back in time you could pop them in the dryer and get in an episode or two before bed. 

“Hey, let me at least buy you dinner or something since I kept you out so late,” Evan parked his skinny frame in your path to the doorway. 

“You’re going to apologize for keeping me out late, by keeping me out even later?”

“Do you want free food or not?”

Pursing your lips, you stared at him for a few moments. He really did know all your weaknesses. You had skipped out on meeting with Mr. Ren—or Kylo or sir or whatever the hell you were supposed to call him now—already tonight, however, Evan was sure to take you somewhere nice and it wouldn’t be so morally repugnant if it was just as a ‘thank you….’

“Okay, fine,” you conceded and let him lead you out to the parking garage, locking the office up behind you. 

***

The next morning you stumbled past reception in a haze. Both from lack of sleep, and the bitingly cold winds battering your building despite the neighboring high rises blocking the brunt of the gale. The young woman at the desk informed you tersely that a Mr. Goodman was already waiting for you in your office and that you should really get here on time if you were expecting clients this early. 

You agreed that, yes you probably should but, you know, “trains and all that mess,” and tried not to judge her too harshly. After all, she was the barrier between you and the hundreds of calls this place received daily. 

Before slipping through the door with your name plate, you hung your coat on the rack and switched your phone on. It’d died on you last night amidst the allure of fancy, late night dinner and your sleep deprivation riddled brain had not cared enough to plug it in before bed. Fuck Amazon, but thank god for its speedy delivery of portable charges. 

You chewed your lip as the lock screen came to life. One missed call and a text. Both, of course from the most anxiety inducing sender, Kylo Ren. Because why would it be anyone else? His name menacing even typed out in standard black font. 

The text read:

Meet me at 8am.

It was very much like him—a command with punctuation and absolutely no details. The message receipt showed it was sent two hours ago, and it was already half past eight. Shit. Your fingers shook as you pulled up his contact and called. Every interaction left you coursing with adrenaline. Even now, miles away listening to the dial tone was nerve-wracking. Your heart pounded, hands slick in their grip on your phone. Maybe it was because you were never sure where you stood with him. Maybe it was because he was handsome and he knew it. Strong and he knew it. Intimidating and mysterious and closer in some ways to a Greek god than a man. He was all encompassing, and filled every available space in any room he occupied. 

Sometimes you thought you might choke on his presence. 

It rang once, twice, three times before cutting out completely. You stared down at the blank screen, biting your lip and shooting off a quick text. You were sorry, something important had come up, you would meet him the second it was convenient. 

Evan slapped you heartily on the back when you came into the room. He was holding a bouquet of flowers, evergreen with small white blossoms. 

“So, how many hours did you manage last night?” he asked, smiling his shit eating smile and seemingly unaffected despite the fact that he had to be running on just as little sleep as you.  

“I’m not even sure at this point,” you groaned as you tossed your bags down behind the little metal desk. “Time ceases to exist when you take trains past midnight.”

“Fair enough. Hey look,” Evan waved the greenery in your face, “courtesy of Rosa’s shop. She insisted I bring you something as thanks. I figured you could put them out in the front or something to brighten things up.” 

“They’re lovely. Please tell me you’re only here as a glorified delivery boy.”

His shoulders slumped at your lack of amusement, but before he could quip back the landline in your office rang. You answered, holding a finger towards Evan and leaning against the edge of the desk. It was the receptionist, Jess was her name? Maybe? You could never remember, someone else always addressed the holiday gift cards anyway. 

“There’s someone here to see you at the front desk,” she clipped, almost more exasperated than before. 

You told her you’d be right there and hung up. Evan grabbed his coat as you headed out, holding the door for you and following into the hall. 

“I’ll leave you to it if you’re busy, but give me a call after Monday and tell me how it goes,” he continued rambling as you came out into the front.

You had a smart comeback prepared, something about how simple the case was, he should have more faith in you, he was the reason you were busy in the first place, etc…but every word turned to ashes on your tongue when you saw him. 

Kylo Ren, standing right there at the desk and glaring at your receptionist. His suit was dark blue and ironed to perfection. Each leg was creased perfectly down the front and the jacket sat flawlessly on his wide set shoulders. He was a wall of unimaginably expensive fabric and what looked concerning like barely contained rage. You could see it in the twitch of his eye, the set of his jaw, and in the way his gaze landed on you the second you walked in. 

The way a predator immediately hones in on its prey. 

You froze just feet from him in the lobby, floundering like a fish on a hook. 

Evan, for his part, seemed not to notice the tension at all and continued to say his long winded goodbyes, placing the flowers in your hands and completely unaware of the slow, measured tightening of Kylo’s massive hands into fists at his side. 

“I’m free on Monday evening so we should—” 

“She’ll be busy.” 

Evan frowned, turning to face the man standing before him, “Excuse me?”

“You heard me,” Kylo’s voice was a dark thing, low and rumbling, “She will be otherwise occupied.” 

His words were punctuated by a step towards you, one paw of a hand easily gripping your entire jaw. Lucky he did too, otherwise it would have dropped straight to the floor when he shot one last cobra strike glare in Evan’s direction, and pressed his mouth to yours. Right there. In the lobby. For everyone to see.  

The absolute bastard.

His lips were pillow plump and softer than the silk lining of his suit—and even through the surge of shock and embarrassment and more than a touch of anger—you felt your heart throb at the way he licked into your mouth. 

The flowers tumbled from your hands onto the floor as everything in you went limp under his touch. This was nowhere near the first time you’d tasted him, but it was like this every time. Like drinking ambrosia. An otherworldly experience. 

But that didn’t stop the sharp pain of his crushing grip on your arm, the way he nearly lifted your feet off the floor when he pulled away to drag along behind him. You could hear Evan spluttering in the hall behind you, the receptionist going back to clacking at her keyboard as if nothing had happened. 

When Kylo opened your office door he just about threw you inside. You tripped as he tipped you in, stumbling and catching yourself on the edge of your desk. The power behind his hand alone was undeniable. You shuddered at the thought of the array of purple fingerprints he would leave behind. It made your mouth dry and your heart sink. Confusing and delicious. 

And left you seething nonetheless. 

“What the fuck was that?!” you were not calm, so you didn’t attempt any semblance of it. 

“You didn’t answer me,” he said, level as he always was. 

The quiet before the storm and all that. 

“About the meeting? I tried to call, my phone died—”

“Because you were out catching trains at all hours of the night, I’m aware.” 

You paused, glaring at the wall of muscle between you and the door, “How did you know that?”

“So you’re not denying it?”

Kylo stalked towards you like a beast in his tailored suit and polished leather shoes like talons. You could hear your heartbeat, hear the blood rushing in your ears. Just like a rabbit in the sightline of a hawk, you were clearly being hunted. 

“Why would I deny something I’m not trying to hide?” your voice came out horse as he caged you between the desk and his chest, arms on either side to block any route of escape. 

“No you are certainly not adept at subtlety,” he said and you couldn’t take your eyes off the way his tongue moved behind his teeth. “This is the fifth time that idiot in the hall has distracted you from work.”

“That’s not an answer,” you tried to spit the words but his eyes were boring into you. The honey of them spilled down your spine and made you shiver. “How did you know? You are not entitled to any information pertaining to my personal life, regardless.” 

“Watch your mouth,” he growled. “Entitlement has no part in this.”

You were entering dangerous territory, though stopping curiously did not occur to you.

“I don’t think you have the right to be throwing out commands right now, not after that display.”

“Have you forgotten who you work for?” Kylo hissed at you, hands wrapped around the metal of your desk so hard you thought it might warp under his fingers. 

“Of course not,” you desperately tried to keep your voice down lest anyone get even more a spectacle. 

“Then what is this?” one hand left the desk and pulled a phone from inside his jacket. 

The screen lit up, and you looked in horror at pictures of yourself. Pictures of yourself from last night. Pictures of yourself from last night at dinner with Evan, interspersed with shots of you crossing the street, waiting on the train platform, and stumbling back into your apartment. Each was clearer than you’d expected, presumably from some insanely expensive surveillance equipment. You had been out for hours, and you had been watched the whole time. 

You narrowed your eyes, flicking back and forth between Kylo’s face—the graceful bridge of his nose pointed down at you—and gaped. 

“You had me followed…” you breathed the words into the slowly shrinking space between your bodies. 

He simply nodded, as if, somehow, you were foolish for not having considered this before. Perhaps you were. Perhaps you had no idea what you had gotten yourself into. Perhaps you had signed on for much more than a paycheck when you agreed to work for Kylo Ren. 

“I can’t have my employees getting distracted.”

Kylo slowly drifted ever closer, shoulders bent so he was eye level with you. He pressed further into the desk, pinning you between his body and the hard surface that bit into your ass. Something long and thick and hard nudged your thigh. 

“I don’t know why you though having me followed was necessary—” 

“You’re an arrogant little slut who needs to be reminded of your priorities,” his hand snatched your leg and wrenched it open so he could stand between them, “ I am not something you do on the side.” 

You could hear the way his teeth grit out the words, the way they formed as a growl deep in his beast’s throat. The hand still settled on the desk, skimmed up your hip and chest, his fingers 

biting into your jaw. 

“Do you understand me?”

Your lips were shut tight in a thin line, eyes wide and staring up like the prey you were. The silence only provoked him more. Snarling, two thick fingers wrenched your mouth open, pressing hard on your tongue and making you gag around them. 

“Answer.” 

Kylo Ren almost always spoke in commands. Having power did that to people, and rarely did it ever compel you, but his words sunk deep into your bones. Dredged up some dark, instinctual need to obey. To submit to this show of control. 

“Yes,” you mumbled around his fingers in your mouth, drool slipping past your lips when they moved. 

“Yes, what?” 

“Yes, sir.” 

You watched him suck his teeth, grabbing your face tighter and dragging you close so he could spit directly into your open mouth. He slammed your jaw shut, nearly taking off the tip of your tongue and hissed into your ear. 

“Swallow.” 

Again, you did without a thought. And it was disgusting, but invigorating, sent off some spark in your stomach with how easily he bent your body to his will. There was no man like him, you decided. And maybe this was simply because Kylo Ren was not a man. That term alone would never do him justice. 

In one shockingly smooth motion, you found yourself flat on your back, ass hanging off the edge of the desk with his hands on your hips. He ground himself against you, the throbbing of his cock evident even through the layers of clothing. That feeling on its own had you soaked through, thighs sticking with liquid excitement. 

“Remember who you work for,” he growled into your neck, licking a long stripe up your throat and sucking at the exposed skin. 

But it was very clear to you what he really meant. 

Remember who you belong to. 

You slapped a hand over your mouth as he bit down on the skin just above your shoulder, laving his tongue over the stinging flesh. Kylo pulled back, frowning down at you and yanking the hand away from your face. One held both your wrists in a vice lock while the other ripped your panties straight down your legs and left the dripping fabric discarded on the carpet. 

“No, they’re going to hear you,” he grunted, and pulled one of your hands down, pressing it to your slit and running your fingers through your slick. “Go on, touch your fucking pussy and let them know what a little whore you are for me.” 

It was something about his voice. Something in the way it left him, its timbre, its wonder, unquestioning. You could never refuse him. 

So, with a small nod you parted your folds, head resting on a stack of files as you drew slow circles around your clit with a shaky hand. His eyes never left your cunt, tracing the movement of your finger and the trail of wetness that seeped from you to the desktop. Softly, you gasped as the familiar placement of your fingers made you clench and arch up. Kylo’s rubbed small circles into your inner thighs with his thumbs, kneading the flesh there. 

When the spark was there, the lovely pulsing in your nerves alight, you dipped down, teasing and slipping inside, grinding down as best you could on your hand. It wasn’t enough, but nothing ever was since you’d been ripped open on Kylo’s cock. 

Evidently he did not find your work sufficient either. 

Another finger joined yours, stroking your lips and circling your entrance. His touch made you whine, the promise of hands that were not your own never ceasing to illicit a new gush of pleasure. 

“I said,” he murmured, his touch so terribly feather light. “Let them hear you.” 

He was like a gunshot, sudden and forceful and almost instantly had you screaming. Kylo slammed his fingers into you, so full and so deep, curling hard against that lovely spot inside. 

“Kylo, god, please—” you moaned long and low, your face burning with the knowledge that the walls were barely thick enough to keep your phone calls private, much less the shameful noises he pulled from you. 

“What was that?” he panted, adding another finger and pumping them deep into your cunt. “You can do better.” 

Your teeth dug so hard into your lip you thought it might bleed, but you couldn’t take much more. The ledge was approaching—Kylo Ren knew it—and he was determined to push you straight into the fire. 

You choked when his deliciously thick fingers were ripped from you, walls fluttering around the awful emptiness. Your head lolled back as you listened to him work the buckle of his belt and slacks open, and when you did glance down your mouth watered at the sight. Kylo—impossibly long cock throbbing in his hand—stood between your legs, stroking himself from root to tip. You watched little pearls of precum bead at the head while his thumb swiped across to smear them along his length. 

“You are insane,” you hissed through gritted teeth. 

Did you need to keep this position? No, technically you would be more than well off on the salary Mr. Ren so graciously provided. However, you could not mentally deal with being terminated for getting dicked in your office during work hours. 

Kylo smirked, the edge of his perfect cupid’s bow cocked back and aimed straight at your chest. Without warning, he sunk into you, straight to the hilt and threw his head back as you sobbed with the sharp sting of being split in two on his cock. 

“This is what you do,” he growled into your ear, hands on either side of your head as he worked his length back out only to pound into you again. “You work for me and you take my cock and don’t ever fucking forget that.”  

Your legs were wound so tightly around his waist that had he been any other man, his ribs would have cracked under the pressure. His hair, falling in black, satin waves, was gorgeous even in the sterile office lighting. You threaded your fingers into it at the roots and held him while your body rocked against the desk. It’s metal surface pinched at your sink and made your back ache, though that was nothing compared to the burn of Kylo’s thrusts, sliding against your walls. You felt him in your throat. You always did. That was simply the way things were with him. He filled you painfully, thoroughly, took over all of your senses until it was just him. 

And, strangely, it was the most alive you’d ever felt. 

He was unlike anyone you’d ever known.

You couldn’t scream for him, but you could still let him taste the desperation, the willingness in your body to mold against him. So you kissed him, dragged him by the hair to meet your lips and licked past his teeth, gasping and moaning on his tongue as you sucked it hard and cried into his mouth. 

And he drank you down, picking up a punishing rhythm and breaking blood vessels where his hands gripped your hips. One drifted lower, thumb pressing down hard on your clit as your cunt clenched around his length. The desk was lifting off the ground with every thrust, the room filled with the wet sounds of your bodies and you were quickly melting under him. 

Warmth was spreading, growing, building out from your pussy, igniting in your veins. He was right. This is what you did. This is what he did to you. This toe curling, lip biting, bone shattering kind of pleasure. 

Oh you were so royally fucked. 

“I—oh shit—Kylo I’m,” you pulled back just enough to pant out a warning before the wave took you. 

So hot, it washed over your skin and made your legs shake and your hands leave his hair to dig your nails into his chest through the crisp white button down he wore. 

“Feel that?” he grunted as you convulsed and shuddered under him, “Feel how this pussy was made for me.” 

You nodded, buried your face in his neck and held on as he worked you through your climax and straight into his own. Once, twice he ground his cock deep in you, feeling how tight you were around him until he was spent and spilling hot, thick ropes of cum that coated your walls and dripped out around his length. 

He panted, lazily rolling his hips, fucking you slowly until finally, he came to a halt with his softening cock still sheathed inside you. Seconds past, or maybe hours, you couldn’t tell. Kylo tended to have that effect on you. Time slipped away so easily in his presence, like there was never enough of it. 

When he did pull away, you stayed with your back firmly planted amidst the mess of scattered paperwork and manila envelopes. He rose to his full, towering height and tucked himself away, straightening the wrinkles in his suit and eyeing you only once from the side. You admired his profile, you never understood until now what the meaning of the word “regal” truly was. 

Under the dictionary definition, his picture surely would be there, staring at you down the bridge of his marble carved nose. 

You sat up on your elbows as he stalked towards the door. 

“Was that all you came for?”

Kylo paused, broad back still facing you and leaving the room feeling irrevocably empty with just the intention of his absence. 

“We’ll reschedule for five tonight,” he said, filling the door frame completely. “Don’t be late.” 

The door clicked shut behind him and the sound of it made you collapse back onto the desktop. You laid there for a moment, leaking your combined spend and aching. The throb of him settled in your muscles and festered. But the worst part was the other ache, the pain of being without. And maybe you had been a bit avoidant. Maybe this work really was so you didn’t have to see him. Because if you saw him you’d end up fucking him—which was fine, which was good, which was great actually—but then he would leave. And you couldn’t decide which wanting was worse. The wanting before or the wanting after. 

Maybe it didn’t matter. 

You had more important things to think about anyway. Like securing the receptionist an incredibly large holiday bonus, assuming you still had a job here at the end of the day. 

Maybe that didn’t matter either. 

It might be high time you made a commitment to whatever the hell kind of mess you’d stumbled into. Kylo Ren was an enigma in the best kind of way. Maybe you should stop running from it. 

[oodlesofn00dles]

This is my first ever post on rumble, I hope everyone likes it!!!!

Warnings: literally just fluff

He worked hard, your husband did. Taking care of the entirety of Manhattan plus over half of Queens was extremely hard work, made harder by imbeciles who don't know how to do their jobs properly. You can always tell when Kylo is gonna come home in a mood, the news travels fast, as if somehow the wind had carried it all the way to your doorstep, the news that someone had to be dealt with.

Tonight was no exception, maybe it was because you had been married for such a long time and together even onger that you knew just what to do, at this point it had become an art, done meticulously so that everything was just right for your dearest husband.

For as long as you remember, Lobster had been his favourite dish, and, if you were completely honest, even though it wasn't yours, it was more than worth it to see him relax. So that's what you do, cook lobster, just the way he likes it. Placing down protective plastic over everything so that he wouldn't leave blood splotches on the carpet, because that could become an issue.

Normally, you would've gone with Kylo for the job, he gets antsy when he's not touching you in some way, but he knew that this job would be dangerous, and even though he knew that you could take care of yourself perfectly fine, he couldn't risk it, he wouldn't. You are his everything, he wouldn't know what to do with himself if he lost you, to this day he still regards you as his great accomplishment.

The door to your penthouse suit swings open and in trudges your man, covered in blood, absolutely dripping in it. You rush over to him and guide him to the bathroom, where the tiles are free from the protective slip as it's much easier to clean tiles.

‘Suit of darling’ you instruct, watching him grunt and groan in effort of it all, you sigh worriedly as you check him over for wounds as he undresses. Once he’s fully undressed you look him in the eyes. ‘Where does it hurt gorgeous?’ he quietly lifts up his hands which are split open and bloody, no doubt from getting into a fist fight, always a puncher your man. You hurry to clean his wounds before stitching them closed with careful precision. You go to turn on the shower when you feel a pair of strong arms wrap around your waist and pull you back. You turn and immediately Kylo's face is hidden in your neck. You pat down his hair, softly playing with the bit that sticks out at the nape of his neck, he groans at your soft touch and buries his face deeper into your skin, which you weren't sure was possible. ‘Baby boy, let's have a shwoer, afterwards we can have dinner, I made lobster,’ he nods, his head still in your neck. You help him stand and quickly undress yourself, stepping into the shower, you turn the hot water up to the exact temperature Kylo likes it before summoning him into the shower with you. Almost immediately he is on you again, you giggle softly and start to massage the blood that cakes his hair. Kylo nips and sucks at the flesh near your ear and shoulder.

‘Thankyou Y/N,’ he lifts his head off of your shoulder, cupping your cheeks in his scarred hands, you smile warmly up at him and lean in to kiss him passionately. He kisses back immediately, the kiss speaks tales of great stress, it’s full of yearning and lust and fear, and you find yourself getting lost in the kiss, melting into his skin until you two become one whole entity.

Pulling back for air you rest your foreheads together, staring into each others eyes, he smiles at you, which is rare for him, generally speaking, his face is always set in a scowl. Seeing his dimples and his beautiful crooked teeth along with that smile that makes you melt causes you to smile back at him, you wrap your arms around his neck before hurling yourself into his arms, he steadies the both of you, careful as to not slip in the shower, let out loud buffs of laughter while you pepper his face with kisses.

Your jobs were dangerous, but you had each other and there really wasn’t anything you could for other than to be with the man you love

[kkysolo]

Ultraviolence / Chpt. 19

He stepped closer, reaching out and trailing a finger across your exposed collarbone. “You look…” he trailed off, head shaking slightly. “You look so beautiful.” 

Paring: Ben Solo/Kylo Ren x Reader Setting: Modern AU - Mob!Kylo Warnings: See AO3 for full tag-list and warnings.

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summary: You and Ben Solo were lifelong friends, and spent most of your lives gallivanting around New York together. But when Ben Solo comes of age, he becomes the heir to his parents Order and becomes the boss of The First Order mob. As a precaution to ensure your safety, you play the part of Lady Ren, his partner. The title earns you an untouchable status. Until you decide to run from it. Four years and a new life later, you’re beginning to think that wasn’t a terribly wise decision.

[beesramblings]

You should see me in the crown modern!kylo x reader

                                     ты должен увидеть меня в короне 

                                                          Ch 1

“Ben Solo is a fucking dirty cop, and he’s working for Queen of the Damned, I know, it... it sounds crazy Rey. But please, please, believe me,  we have to tell Captain Organa and Sergeant Solo.”  Finn pleaded to Rey over the phone, blood dripping from his nose and mouth, both blending in the rain. He caught the dirty bastard in the middle of a drug exchange in the back alley of some bar, “Rey I saw him, with one of her girls, he spoke something to her, and then…he saw me... I don’t know how, but he did and I’m bleeding, I can’t tell if it’s a lot or a little, but that fucker is dirty Rey.” She sighed into the receiver, “Finn, you’ve been trying to get this guy on something for months if not years, but, Finn to go off something without evidence, you could be on desk duty for who knows how long or you could be fired, I just think it’s a bad idea, with you and Poe up for promotion this could derail everything.” Finn looked down at a puddle outside his cruiser, “I’ll get evidence somehow Rey. I swear to you.” He heard her hum in agreement, “I’ll see you later Finn, I have a report to write.” He nodded, knowing that Rey can’t see his actions through the phone, the line went dead. Finn leaned his head on the cool leather of his steering wheel. “Fuck, I can’t believe that fucker, he’s working for her, I know he is.”

Kylo saw through the visor, Finn was still there “What a little pest…” he seethed. ‘The Queen won’t be happy about our encounter. Be more careful next time Ren, or I will let her know.’ Those were the last words Phasma said to him before speeding off. How did that goodie two shoes follow him out here, he was boiling over, She would have his head or his body. Whichever one that would make Королева happy, Kylo was willing to give to her, even though he has never seen her, she has seen him, and she made sure Kylo knew. He jumped on his motorcycle and sped off in a different direction back to his hole of an apartment, he knew in the back of his head that she was going to send one of her “men” to rough up Finn and himself. He cursed under his breath, “какая чертова сука, она разрушит мою жизнь”  As he pulled up to the apartment he took notice of a few fancier cars in the car park, “Fuck. Phasma told someone…”  He quickly unclipped his gun from his holster, he had a feeling that something would go down in his apartment. He quickly ran up the stairs to his door, keeping his back close to the grungy walls, ‘God, this apartment is disgusting, I need to move soon, somewhere clean and orderly.’  He thought to himself. He saw that his door was unlocked, which sent a cold shock of anxiety through his body, his heart fell to his stomach. He slowly pointed his gun around the corner of the door. “Kylo you better get that thing away from me,” Automatically Kylo knew that voice from anywhere, “Hux what are you doing here,” Kylo growled menacingly, he hated his partner, both at the precinct and in the ring “you need to get out before I make you.” Kylo threatened while lowering his gun slightly.  Hux removed his grey peacoat and discarded it onto Kylo’s black couch. “ You had a little колючка follow you to a drop location” Kylo grimaced “I didn’t know that he was following me, мышь I know he has an inkling of something-” Hux closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose and hung his head “Idiot. Now he has proof of you meeting someone. And that someone is a known drug-runner for the biggest mafia and drug rings. How could you be so careless.” Hux scolded Kylo like a young child. Kylo felt the bubble of rage start to boil in the pit of his stomach, he clenched his jaw in anger trying to quell the urge to choke Hux, he craved to bring him close to the brink of death. Then Hux would know who is truly in charge of their operation. Hux’s voice kept droning on in the back of Kylo’s head until both of their phones chimed with an identical ringtone, both hands reached for their phones.  

глупые парни перестают спорить, разрешают женщинам вызывать выстрелы. следующая капля 3:30 утра угол Итора и Тариса.

Hux’s green eyes fixed upon Kylo’s amber eyes, “She is calling you stupid.”

 That was the final straw for Kylo, he grabbed Hux by his pristine grey colored collar and slammed him up against the drywall, “You don’t know SHIT, to what she is referring to you cretin. All I know is that you are forgetting to who you fucking report to. Both in uniform and out of uniform. “ Hux’s face was turning a slight shade of blue, ‘Delicious’ thought Kylo. Hux’s feet began thrashing and for one final act of humiliation, Kylo spat in the man’s face and then dropped him, Hux began sputtering trying to catch his breath. “ Get up you swine, and get out. You are so very lucky I didn’t kill you. It would be far too much paperwork and would cause quite a stir with the Lady.” Hux caught his breath and stood up, and grabbed his coat, “Fuck off Solo, and see you tomorrow.” He quickly ran out the door before Kylo could catch him. All the hairs on Kylo’s neck bristled when he heard his “real” last name, a name he had to use at work but had no real meaning to him. He quickly decided to pour himself a glass of whatever was left in his fridge while he waited to go out for the drop. His phone buzzed again, a call from his superior officer/ older drug kingpin.  

“Hello, Snoke,” Kylo said through slightly bared teeth. “To what do I owe the honor of speaking to you.” Snoke chuckled over Kylo’s sarcastic, yet apprehensive comment. “Ren, I will be expecting you and Hux over at Neskar tonight. I know ‘Королева’ has a drop tonight and I expect that you and Hux will be getting me what I need. She took something very valuable from me, so we will be taking something of slightly… lesser value from her.” Kylo exhaled quickly, it was difficult being a triple agent of some sort; a cop, an underboss for Snoke, and a ‘brigadier’ or a бригадир for Королева. And she has been good to him since she came to power. “Of course Don Snoke. I am willing to do anything for the family.” He heard another bone-chilling chuckle. “Good, good. I will see you tonight.” Kylo hung up the phone after that, ‘God I can’t wait to get rid of the old fucking man.’ Kylo thought, ‘If Snoke died under mysterious circumstances in the precinct Kylo would be fully in charge and once Snoke fell as Don in the family he could take over and try and unite both mafia’s if Королева would have him.’  Tonight was going to be a long night for Kylo. 

In your apartment, you were overseeing any possible attacks that would happen if Snoke tried to get his dominion back, which you would expect. “где, черт возьми, Хакс, моя сладкая фазма.” you cooed to your tall and silver-haired companion, though you two never were ever physically attracted to her, you were attracted to her power and the strategic mind she wielded. Her undying loyalty to you and her absolute brute force solidified her easily as your right-hand woman, in business and friendship. “Мой дорогой Hux went to go after the idiot Kylo.” Your eyes flicked up from the papers in front of you “What did he do.” Phasma looked over at you “Darling, it’s truly nothing to worry about, Hux and I will fix it.” You slammed your fists onto the desk “Tell me Phasma, as your Королева I demand it.” Phasma clenched her teeth, “He was tailed by someone, Kylo scared him off but not for long, it’s definitely someone who works for Solo and Organa.” Rage boiled in you, how dare that half-wit be fucking followed especially by a cop. “Hux assured me he would talk some sense into him.” You felt yourself stand up at your ornate table “Phasma, Kylo will not listen to anyone, especially that vermin Hux. Kylo could eat him alive.” Your partner took a deep breath in “ I know.” You screamed in anger “That fucker works under Snoke as a cop, and I know he is somehow involved in something, he must be stopped, and eliminate that thorn that followed Ren. We can’t have any chance.” You pushed the papers off the table. “Phasma, we were on the brink of an all-out war with Snoke, after I had the girls take his warehouses and help his ‘property’’ You practically spat out the last word, the idea of a man owning women and abusing them for other men’s pleasure was the reason you craved to bring him down. You needed to create a new order to this city and if that meant to take down the God-like man, with all officers either being too stupid to realize that Snoke was the puppet master, or most turned a blind eye to him. You knew that you were his Lucifer, and God willing you can bring him down one way or another. “ We will be in all-out war if the police, Snoke, or that Kylo Ren try anything tonight.” Phasma cupped your elbow, hoping it would bring you back from the brink of murdering anyone.  “I have a good informant, they said that Hux and Ren have meaning to meet with Snoke at Neskar, before our drop.” Your jaw gritted together making your lips into a thin line, deep in thought “ We will be there tonight, I should meet one of my бригадир in the flesh. It would be nice to put a face and flesh to their names.” You felt your breathing slow to a more controlled and still slightly enraged, you closed your eyes and pinched the bridge of your nose, “Phasma, I want them to all know who, they are dealing with. If that means we have to go all-in with how we dress and how I interact with all of the men, then so be it. But I cannot have any of them forget who we are, and what they are dealing with.” The storm was brewing inside you, as it was brewing again outside. Snoke’s family, the NYPD, Hux, and Kylo had no clue what was coming, and for now, they were in the eye of the storm. 

[whiskey-bumblebee]

amore mio

Pairing: Mob!Kylo x Reader Word Count: 1.6k A/N: okay so turns out that the song in Gilda is ‘amado mio’, which is Spanish and makes sense because her and Johnny are in Argentina but I... am a Fool and didn’t realize it wasn’t Italian (amore mio) until after I’d made my edit so,.. don’t kill me ? so the title of the fic is amore mio and the song it’s inspired by is amado mio, capisce? bueno Tagging: @babbushka​

He hadn’t planned on being here tonight. But here he was, in a stupid fuckin’ booth eating fries that were too salty, moping.

At least the whiskey was decent. With that thought, he nodded to Silas, who was sitting across the bar, and raised his glass in thanks. Silas had gone across town to buy a bottle of Kylo’s favorite.

Well, it wasn’t as if he would say no. Kylo was already pissed enough that he had to attend a mix and mingle event to fix the impression that his idiot father had given. The least anyone could do was buy him a decent fucking drink to keep him-  “Fuck,” he swore under his breath. Blood leaked out of his finger. He hadn’t even realized he’d been chewing at his cuticles. Drawing a deep breath to fight the urge to roll his eyes, he glanced over at the stack of napkins on the table and grimaced.

He wasn’t a germophobe or nothin’, but man, those could not be clean.

Kylo did close his eyes then, dipped the corner of the filthy fuckin’ thing into his tumbler before pressing it to his finger.

“Ay,” came a voice from the booth over his shoulder.

Nonplussed, Kylo looked over. “What?” “You gonna talk to anyone?”  “Jesus Christ, they really did send me here with a handler.” “Friend.” The burly man corrected.

“Handler,” Kylo scoffed, downing the last of his glass. Setting it down on the table with a heavy hand, he looked over at the man again.

“Keep my booth empty, I like this one.”

The man nodded and Kylo walked over to the bar. He moved to sit, then clenched his jaw as he remembered to ‘mingle’. With an eyebrow raise at the bartender, he made a mental note to figure out what this was punishment for once he was back home.

“What can I get ya?” “Nothing right now, I’m the dickhead who’s sponsoring the Midnight Blend. I just wanted to ask if there’s anyone here worth talking to.”

It was brisk, but he wasn’t in the mood to chat with the bartenders. Not when his whole night was looking like niceties and handshakes. The bartender nodded.

“Red suit seems pretty interesting. If you’re not in the mood to talk, navy baroque will do it for you. Ladies?” Kylo’s shoulders lifted in a shrug, and felt a wave of regret almost as soon as he’d done it. How embarrassing was that? Being asked about ladies and fucking shrugging?

“I could go for a lay, but I don’t do long term.” 

The words crystallized into truth as they left his lips. Sex hadn’t been on his mind while he’d been here, but now that he’d thought about it, it did seem like a better nightcap than the rest of the bottle.

His face turned sour again as he thought about how the night was likely to end. Alone on his balcony, the whole fuckin’ city probably getting laid while he looked down from his penthouse, drunk off his ass and thinking too much. 

Jesus Christ, he thought. The first half of a familiar demon crept into his mind and he pushed it back. ‘What if the rest of your life-’

He cleared his throat and realized the bartender had been giving recommendations the whole time. The bartender stopped and looked at Kylo then. Kylo just nodded and walked away, too tired to think about how to reply to a conversation he’d forgotten he was in.

What felt like hours passed, but the wrought iron clock confirmed it had only been three quarters of an hour. The handler looked smug, so maybe Kylo could go home. He tried to raise an eyebrow to ask for approval, but the man wouldn’t meet his eye.

Kylo assumed that was a no.

He turned around, rolling his eyes so hard it almost gave him a headache, and cursed under his breath.

When he opened his eyes though, he froze.

Descending the stairs in red, smiling playfully down into the band pit at the base of the stairwell. No name yet, but when he saw you, everything about you was in capital letters.

Your lips matched your dress matched your shoes and Kylo’s finger was at his mouth again, worrying his cuticles.

Before he could overthink it, he made his way to the bottom of the stairs and extended his arm.

You took it gratefully, the transition from stairs to floor made significantly easier.

Kylo didn’t even know there was an upstairs to this place. For all he knew, you came directly down from heaven and the stairs would vanish as you stepped off them. His thoughts were a mile a minute, but externally he was cool as ever.

“Drink?”

You nodded and gave him a little smile. 

“What’s my budget?”

Kylo smiled then, a little smile but a grin all the same. 

“Whatever you want.” “Well, I know what I want, but I know for a fact it isn’t here.” You had the kind of voice that convinced Kylo everything you were saying was extremely important, hinting at something deeper than he could understand.

“You a regular?”

“Something like that.”  There was that little smile again as you glanced at him. It had him weak in the fucking knees. 

“Well, I can send a friend across town to get it, if you feel that strongly about it.”

“Don’t worry about it. I’ll have a cosmo.” “Well now I’m curious. What’s your poison?” “It’s a rare Johnnie Walker.” Slight irritation colored your tone. “Midnight Blend?”

You quirked an eyebrow. Kylo read impressed.

“I took the liberty of buying a bottle and bringing it here when I found out they didn’t have it.”

You made a face that Kylo didn’t understand, a mix of impressed and offended. He realized he’d been asking all the basics. Regular, preferred drink. He kicked himself. Might as well have started with ‘come here often?’

For a moment you turned away, and Kylo was worried this was it. He’d missed his shot. When he followed the line of your gaze, he saw the clock again. You looked back at him.

“Touch early for midnight blend, isn’t it?”

He shrugged. “I’ll probably be drinking it ‘til midnight.”

He kicked himself again at how boring he sounded, and opened his mouth to say something, but you spoke first.

“So how about that cosmo?”

He relaxed again, nodded and walked you to the bar. For a moment he forgot why he was here. Fuck all that, he wasn’t gonna spend a second on those idiots now that you were here. 

He ordered, then thought too much about the ethics of looking at women and seeing them as a means of sex instead of as people. He brushed it off as a dry spell and decided he’d prove himself wrong by getting to know you.

“Thank you for the drink,” You smiled, touched his arm. 

No no no no, he thought. You couldn’t be leaving already. He hadn’t even asked you anything.

“It’s my pleasure. Do you want to sit in a booth? It’s quieter over there.”

You nodded, surprised him.

This time hours actually had passed. Well, almost two hours. You were laughing and leaning on him. He’d dropped all the names he could, bought you all the drinks you wanted. His confidence had risen as you’d moved closer to him at the booth. Your thighs were nudging each others’ every time you breathed now.

“So, I gotta ask, what makes you think you can come in here, looking like you own the fuckin’ place?”

You laughed with soul, harder than you had all night, and Kylo knew it was genuine. Your hand was on his arm again and he thought he’d die if you ever took it off. 

“I do actually. You know, own the place.” You gestured vaguely, wrist circling a few times before coming back to rest on your other hand.

Kylo laughed then. 

“You’ve been letting me rack up a fuckin’ tab buying you booze when you own the place?”

He was teasing, you knew it. Knew it by the sparkle in his eye and the way he was smiling.

“Hey well,” You shrugged. “You felt the need to stock it up with Midnight Blend, so I’m no different, right?”

He smiled, shrugged back. “You look incredible, by the way.”

“Thank you. It’s the dress’ first night out.”

You both paused for a moment then, sensing that what you said next would determine where the night went.

In the silence, Kylo realized that you were one of the people he’d been sent to get back on good terms with. If you owned the restaurant.... shit. You were a higher-up.

“I did, uh, tell you my name, right? Kylo Ren?”

You nodded, eyes still locked on his, still touching his arm and pressing your thigh against his. Waited for him to go on, then you remembered why he was so surprised.

“Oh, I’m meant to have a grudge against you, is that it?”

“Something like that,” Kylo mumbled into his drink, mood changing rapidly.

“Well, I like to form my own opinions.”

That was the sexiest thing you’d said all night. With the way you leaned up real close to say it, Kylo could feel your breath on his cheek. When he turned his face, you were right there.

He didn’t know it, but you had been about to kiss him.

Kylo smirked. “What do you say, we clear my tab and head back to mine?” You rolled your eyes playfully and leaned back. “What do you say, you pay your tab, I tell my family you’re all good and we head back to mine?”

He pretended to think it over, then looked back at you with a smile.

“Where is yours?” You pointed directly up. “Shorter walk than yours, I’m assuming.”

He nodded. “Want to hear a bad line?” His smile was devious as you nodded back and he leaned to whisper in your ear.

“What do you say we make this the dress’ first night off?”

[iamburdened]

Reader’s Masterlist #10 (ten?holy shit)

Not my stories. Just my favorites from other writers. All credits and support to the original artists. My purpose for doing this is: I need a place to dump all my favorites so I can reread a thousand times.

IMPORTANT: like and REBLOG all the fanfics you read to support the writers, please.

No keys for NSFW fics this time, because like, all of it is nsfw.

Link to all my masterlists (+ Kylo Ren/Ben Solo, Pedro Pascal characters including The Mandalorian, Marcus Pike, Javier Peña, and others, MCU related, TMR, Shawn Mendes, Fantastic Beasts…, MacGyver, look, it is a lot)

This one is going to be a little different:

All fics here are for Adam Driver characters, expect horror fics as well. Be aware of trigger warnings in each piece. 

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Recommendations under the cut

HORROR STORIES

Wet Work @safarigirlsp

Summary: Killer!Clyde in a chainsaw massacre kinda of way. It’s horror but it’s romance and look, is that a plot twist? Damn, it’s got all things nice. (Okay, I can’t say it in a cute way THIS IS THE BEST THING EVER! READ THIS)

Fortune favors the bold @safarigirlsp

Summary: look I can’t stress enough how freaking AMAZING this is! My absolute favorite here. Hitman Kylo x reader this is so super great I cannot even begin to express . The plot twist?????? Don’t even get me started. I was NOT ready! Read it.

Bloody Valentine   @safarigirlsp

Pairing: Hitman Kylo x Assassin Reader 

Mirror, Mirror    @safarigirlsp

Pairing: possessed!SuperDark!Ben Solo x ILoveYouAnyway!reader

 Short horror stories   @safarigirlsp

Summary: the is a collection of horror blurbs for Adam's characters (Kylo, Flip, Charlie, Pale, Clyde - my favorite blurb here -, Ronnie, Dan, Sackler, Altman, Toby)

Did their headlights look like heaven? @babbushka

Summary: 20k of the purest country creepiness . There is something really fucking wrong with that city, and she finds out about it when a certain friend comes back from war. (Look... this is creepy and brilliantly written. Read it!)

Masterlist  @ohdamnadam

Summary: there are a few dark themed fics here, but there is a lot more of a lot of characters. 

Masterlist  @direnightshade

Summary: they have more killer!Charlie under the tag

Masterpost with dark fics recommended  @safarigirlsp

Summary: a masterpost inside a masterpost. 

Masterlist   @safarigirlsp

Summary: tons of dark fics

Another masterpost with dark!fics recommendations  guess by who?  @safarigirlsp yep 

Summary: well...

Kylo Ren/Ben Solo x reader 

Untitled series AO3

Summary: oneshots in non chronological order of Modern Kylo Ren and his fuck buddy who are actually in love. A great dd/lg story with lots of fluff and nsfw.

@babbushka and everything she’s got going on on AO3

Summary: this is just a reminder to myself that Z is going to start publishing exclusively on AO3 and it’s worthy to go take a look there every now and then

Indebted AO3

Summary: a day in the life of Kylo Ren’s pet. He is soft for her. NSFW. The knights watch… bdsm, master/pet dynamic.

A Mediocre Proposal @azwriting

Summary: Commander of the Resistance!Ben x childhood best friend turned lover!reader. This is what canon should be if movies weren’t chaotic and full of conflict.

Untitled  @feed-the-rats

Summary: Kylo x empress!reader have a baby girl

dd/lg Masterlist  @cosmic-rich

Summary: works on Kylo x little!reader

dd/lg Headcanon  @mandosmimi

Summary: She has more smaller heacanons under the tag.

dd/lg headcanon  @itsmentalillness

Luxury  @daddyrenn

Summary: Picked up from the desert planet Altran, you were the prime gift given to Supreme Leader Ren. He saw a concubine, a pet, given for his pleasure. The underlying message was simple: you were to absorb his negative energy, and direct it elsewhere. No more destroying consoles. No more Force-choking officers during meetings. Well, no killing officers with the Force-choke during meetings. Either way, you were His, and when He wanted you, He would have you. (iambrdened's note: a lil bit of soft Kylo)

Untitled  @thepilotanon

Summary: Kylo's kid braiding his hair.

Interview with a daddy  AO3 link by  ravensandviolins 

Summary: Daddy Dom Kylo, was betrayed by his former little girl and now he seeks a new submissive; will you heal daddy Kylo's broken heart?Modern AU

You belong to me  A03 link by ravensandviolins

Summary: Kylo is controlling and possessive of reader. Need I say more? :-> (iamburdened's note: this takes an unexpected turn)

Prelude series    @thepilotanon

Summary: badass!cute!reader, cute!kylo. I love this series. 

You're mine   @contesa-lui-alucard

Summary: behold Kylo's best AU fanfic ever. It's a 4 part story, Mob!ExtremelySoft!Kylo.

My Kind of Rain  A03 link by clumsycopy, direnightshade

Summary: Soooo cute! Ben after redemption is a lil puppy after friend reader

Size kink!Ben   @direnightshade

Size kink!Ben again   @direnightshade

NSFW heacanon   @novakspector

Summary: Master!Kylo x dark side Padawan!Reader

Masterlist @azwriting

Summary: I am in love with all her work

More Kylo Ren/Ben Solo fic recommendations here

Misc. 

Headcanon masterlist   @feed-the-rats

Chase Me   @sydwritess (Flip Zimmerman)

Summary: not dark, little red riding hood themed, not AU either.

Amateur Hour @safarigirlsp (Flip Zimmerman)

Summary: dark!fic. Flip and his girl go to a camp to investigate some disappearances and face a serial killer on the loose (Jason Voorhees style)

Masterlist  @roanniom

Masterlist  @ohiobluetip

Summary: they have dd/lg Charlie

Flip NSFW masterlist  @babbushka​

[mrs-gucci]

What You’ve Missed Out On {mob boss!Kylo Ren x Reader}

yes, I watched the sex scenes from ‘365 Days’. yes, I am now writing a parody of one of those scenes. don’t judge me lmao. 

warnings: smut. pure filth. oral sex (m receiving). cigarette smoking. dirty talk/degradation. bondage. spreader bar.

tw’s: voyeurism. erotic humiliation. consensual cheating.

word count: 1.2k

Kylo’s got you naked and pinned to the bed by your neck as soon as you get home from the cocktail party. You know you’re in big trouble for teasing him all throughout the night, but you didn’t understand just how much. 

“You’re a little slut, ya know that?” He growls, bending down closer so that the spittle from his words can splatter across your face. “And ya know what happens to little sluts when they’re naughty.”

You bite your lip as he reaches over to grab one of the leather cuffs attached to the bed, harshly tightening the buckle around your wrist before doing the same with the other. 

He cuffs your ankles before walking over to the closet, grabbing the spreader bar before roughly attaching your ankle bindings to it. Your eyes widen when you feel your ankles slide further apart on the bar and it’s then that you realize what’s happening.

“Don’t even bother struggling, whore. I made a slight modification to the spreader bar: each time ya struggle, it spreads your legs apart further.”

A whine leaves your lips as Kylo stands at the foot of the bed, lighting up a cigarette while his eyes freely roam your bare folds. He gets down onto his knees, then, blowing the smoke over your pussy. 

His fingers gently trace your folds while he takes another drag, exhaling audibly as he leans in and takes a long, slow whiff of your arousal. You whimper, shuddering above him and he smirks, teasing your engorged clit with the tip of his nose.

“Kylo...”

Ignoring your breathy plea, he stands up and shoves the cigarette between his crooked teeth before giving your cunt a swift swat. Your hips jump, causing your legs to spread further apart on the bar.

He takes a seat on the small couch directly across from the bed, legs spreading as he crushes the cigarette out in the crystal ashtray set on the side table next to the sofa. 

“Come on in, babygirl.”

Out of the corner of your eye, you see the bedroom door open and a scantily dressed girl struts in with an extra sway in her hips. Kylo smirks as she walks up to him and gets down on her knees between his spread legs, hand rubbing up and down the forming bulge in his suit pants.

His gaze never leave yours as he lights another cigarette, taking a long drag off it. A wicked grin tugs up at the corners of his mouth.

“Now you’re gonna watch as I show ya what you’ve missed out on tonight because you decided to be a little cocktease instead of behaving like a good girl. You’re gonna lay there and watch me get my cock sucked by someone else’s whore mouth and then maybe you’ll think twice before teasin’ me like that again in public.”

You’re already sopping wet as you process the unfolding scene before you, a small grunt of frustration rumbling through your throat when you tug against the restraints on your wrists.

“Kylo, p-please, I--”

“Quiet.” He snaps, taking an aggressive drag. “Don’t make me get the gag to keep your cunt mouth quiet.”

Your lips purse and Kylo smirks, reaching down to undo his dress pants and pull his hardened cock out. He keeps his eyes on you as he wraps a hand in the girl’s hair, guiding her mouth onto his rod.

His head tilts back for a brief moment, a shaky breath pushing through his clenched teeth as her mouth sinks down on him. You whine, chewing your lip to the point of rawness.

“Mmmmmm.”

He stares at you, not even paying attention to the girl currently sucking his cock. This isn’t about her, no, it’s about you learning your lesson. Smoke curls up in tendrils from the tip of his cigarette where he’s keeping it between his teeth, hand forming a makeshift ponytail in her hair.

Her head bobs up and down at a steady pace, lewd slurps and squelches and gags erupting through the room. She’s struggling to take him, but you’re not surprised. No one can take Kylo like you can, and both of you know it. 

You keep his gaze as you wiggle against the spreader bar, opening it all the way so that he can see your glistening folds. His eyes fall for a moment and his hips buck up into the woman’s mouth, a small grunt passing around the cigarette between his teeth.

Kylo begins forcing her mouth down further, harder, making her gag on his thick shaft. His eyes roam over your bare form, hips thrusting up into her mouth on a consistent basis, now. 

“Take it.” He growls, eyes staring deeply into yours. “Take my cock.”

You moan, lifting your hips up. “Mmm, I want it. So wet for you, Ky.”

His hips rut up into the escort’s mouth, hand pushing her head down. He’s so close, loving how you’re getting into this. 

“Should’a thought of that before ya decided to act like a d-desperate little whore--fuck.”

The veins and tendons in his neck bulge out as his jaw clenches, now fully fucking himself up into her mouth, making her gag violently. He smashes his cigarette out in the ashtray before using both hands to hold the girl’s head still, taking full control as he brings himself to orgasm.

“Gonna cum down her throat, princess. Gonna give h-her all my cum, and it could’ve been you. Would’a stuffed your dddisgusting slut cunt full tonight, but t-then you had to go and tease me.”

Your head falls back, cunt clenching around itself at his teasing words and just the sight of this is enough to bring him to climax only a moment later. His hips push up into her mouth, a shaky groan leaving him as he shoves his creamy load down her throat.

You moan softly, letting yourself relax and rest back down onto the mattress, cringing at the slight burn that the forced spread from the bar creates. The escort pulls away and licks her lips as she stands, pulling the silky robe back up over her shoulders before heading back out of the bedroom without a word. 

Kylo’s chest rises and falls rapidly, recovering from climax for a minute before tucking himself back into his pants. He stands, then walks up to the side of the bed, smiling down at you as he reaches out and tucks a piece of hair behind your ear.

“Did you learn your lesson tonight, princess?”

Nodding quickly, you whimper under your breath. “Y-Yes, sir.”

“Mm, good girl.”

He smirks, bending down to place a kiss on your forehead while his hand slides down your body until his fingers brush your sensitive clit. He presses down firmly against the bud, causing you to gasp.

“But I think you need to stay here while I go get a drink, really let the lesson sink in, and then maybe I’ll let you cum.”

Your jaw drops and you squirm, tugging at your restraints. “Kylo, please--”

His finger presses down on your lips, kissing your forehead again.

“I’ll be back in a few minutes, beautiful. Behave while I’m gone.”

You bite your lip, nodding as the heat in your core sparks to life once more.

“Yes sir.”

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[ladyxskywalker]

MAY 2022 (part one)

fandoms featured on this list; star wars, kenobi, rogue one, the mandalorian, & moon knight 💫

thank you to the amazing fic writers for sharing some wonderful stories with all of us ! & to the kind readers for their support. 💙

please assume that all works & the blogs they belong to are 18+ only

mature adult content will be marked with a double asterisk **

be sure to check all warnings & tags before reading, feel free to skip if something isn't for you

& of course, enjoy responsibly

all the love xo A ☕

please send me things to read ! favorite fics or something you've written that you're proud of ! 💌

find more monthly fic recs over on my masterlist, June 2022 coming soon ! ✨

please let me know if you would like to be removed

✨ new authors & characters added for the first time !

✨ some authors are mentioned more than once throughout the list, check to see if your works are there !

STAR WARS

✨ Anakin Skywalker

Family (series) by @laserbrains (jedi) (f!reader)

Victory Prize by @laserbrains (jedi!gn!reader)

✨ Boba Fett

Mysterious Man (series) by @aerynwrites (mob au) (f!reader) **

✨ Din Djarin

Echoy’la by @clydesducktape (f!reader)

Fast Cars And Lightning Bolts & Untitled Racing AU One Shot by @littlemisspascal (racing au) (f!reader)

Hands by @againstacecilia (f!reader) **

Petals by @mandelirious

prompt – ‘fake dating at a bar, getting rid of unwanted attention’ by @againstacecilia (f!reader)

✨ FinnPoe

Indivisible (series) by @writefightandflightclub (poly au) (finn x poe x gn!reader) **

✨ Kylo Ren

If I Asked You To Stay, Would You? By @a-reader-and-a-writer (f!reader)

✨ Luke Skywalker

Liquid Courage by @laserbrains (gn!reader)

✨ Obi Wan Kenobi

Certainty by @serkenobi (f!reader) **

Chastity Astray by @laserbrains (gn!reader) **

Distraction and Affection by @clints-lucky-arrow (f!reader) **

Family by @sxftmusings (cw: pregnancy, children) (f!reader)

The Lonely Planet by @thranduilsperkybutt (kenobi series) (f!reader) **

Old Box of Stones (preview) by @serkenobi (f!reader) **

Patina by @leiakenobi (kenobi series) (sex pollen) (force sensitive) (f!reader) **

Reminiscence (series) by @stardust-kenobi (kenobi) (f!reader) **

Reunited by @ithebookhoarder (ex-jedi!reader)

Senate Luxuries by @clints-lucky-arrow (senator!reader)

Skin & Bones (two parts) by @hellotherekenobi **

So We Refuse to Take It Tragically & No Matter How Many Skies Have Fallen by @penfullofwordsaheadfullofstories (force sensitive) (f!reader) **

Still Wait For You (series) by @serkenobi (knight!obi) (f!reader) **

Stranded (series) by @penfullofwordsaheadfullofstories (afab oc)

Summer Vacation by @serkenobi (uncle!obi au) (f!reader)

To Have and To Hold by @saradika (f!reader) **

To Those We Lose by @kckenobi (kenobi series) (bail organa & obi wan)

prompt – cuddling, whispering words of affection by @labyrinth-runner

✨ Paz Vizsla

All the Time In The World by @maybege (witness protection officer!paz) (f!reader) **

Here Comes the Bride (series) by @maybege (old western au) (a/b/o au) (f!reader) **

✨ Poe Dameron

Let Me Know If There’s Anything I Can Do by @dailyreverie

More Than Friends by @a-reader-and-a-writer (gn!reader)

You Almost Died, And You’re Making Jokes? by @a-reader-and-a-writer (gn!reader)

prompt – ‘faking it, poe sees this as a challenge’ by @budcooper **

ROGUE ONE

✨ Cassian Andor

Our Peace by @uwingdispatch (everyone lives au) (disabled reader) (gn!reader)

MOON KNIGHT

✨ Layla El-Faouly

Under A Golden Sun by @artemiseamoon (f!reader)

✨ Marc Spector

Just Once by @paper-n-ashes (& steven grant x reader) (f!reader) **

Sky And Stars by @softlybarnes

Who Did This To You? by @dailyreverie

prompt – ‘do I really want to know?” & ‘I can't smile at you, I'm mad’ by @forever-rogue (f!reader)

prompt – ‘trailing kisses from your lover’s lips to their neck’ by @forever-rogue (f!reader) **

✨ Steven Grant

In Your Arms by @losermultifandomidiot (gn!reader)

Love Language by @letterfromvienna (gn!reader) **

Oh, Bollocks by @budcooper (gn!reader)

Talk Deity To Me by @starryeyedstories (f!reader)

Tell Me Love Is Endless by @kesskirata

The Distraction by @letterfromvienna (gn!reader) **

Neighbors and Nightmares by @flightlessangelwings (gn!reader)

Our Lonely Hearts (series) by @artemiseamoon (f!reader, ofc)

Spoil You by @stopdropandsteph (gn!reader)

Stone Heart (series); part two by @magpie-to-the-morning (moon knight) (pygmalion au) (demisexual!reader)

Study Session by @letterfromvienna (f!reader) **

prompt – ‘just five more minutes’ & ‘you’re so easily distracted’ by @forever-rogue (f!reader)

** stay tuned for part two, fandom fic recs for triple frontier, pedro pascal, bridgerton, tasm, the batman, adcu, marvel, & charlie hunnam 📖

[kkysolo]

Ultraviolence / Chpt. 20

He could feel the bile rising in his throat, could feel his hands trembling, could feel his eyes begin to betray him, allowing tears to flow freely down his cheek. And he cursed it, cursed his entire body for its betrayal. 

Paring: Ben Solo/Kylo Ren x Reader Setting: Modern AU - Mob!Kylo Warnings: See AO3 for full tag-list and warnings.

Read me on AO3 here!

summary: You and Ben Solo were lifelong friends, and spent most of your lives gallivanting around New York together. But when Ben Solo comes of age, he becomes the heir to his parents Order and becomes the boss of The First Order mob. As a precaution to ensure your safety, you play the part of Lady Ren, his partner. The title earns you an untouchable status. Until you decide to run from it. Four years and a new life later, you’re beginning to think that wasn’t a terribly wise decision.

[theindifferentdroid]

Bad Moon Rising: Part 9 [Modern!Kylo x Reader]

BMR Masterlist // AO3

A/N: Y’all. Thank you for being patient (or at least not complaining) about this part. In the time since part 8, I’ve bought a house, moved, and started taking a class. I also recently realized it may have taken a little longer to write since it’s double the length of what I usually post. I feel much more confident about the direction of the rest of the story now, so hopefully I won’t have to drag this out too much longer! Enjoy.

Warnings: Death, language, violence

Word count: 3,300+

A buzzing noise woke you, its rhythmic pace standing out from the organic sounds of your morning, like Kylo’s deep breathing or the rustle of the sheets.

You rolled over on your side and grabbed your ringing phone off the side table. You answered in a whisper, not wanting to wake Kylo.

Kylo’s head turned subtly, his eyes landing on your bare back. He was awake; he’d been awake for a while, unable to bring himself to bother you. You deserved the rest.

So, he’d watched you as you slept, admiring more of your features as the sun seeped into the room, uncovering them piece-by-piece. He liked how the sheets rose and fell with each peaceful breath. Or how you reacted, just slightly, when he delicately spun a lock of your hair around his fingertips.

You gently placed your phone on the table, carefully maneuvering back to your spot under the sheets. You didn’t want to get out of bed. Not just yet. Not after the night you had. You sunk your head back into the pillow, the coolness hugging your head like a cloud as your eyes fluttered closed.

"Good morning."

You jumped, the deep voice disturbing the otherwise quiet room.

You rolled over strategically, clinging tightly to the sheets around your chest, suddenly self-conscious. "You’re awake," you stated.

"I’m clearly not as good at this sleeping thing as you are," Kylo teased, eyes closed. He seemed so relaxed. His voice was still gruff and tired.

He remained on his back but turned his head on his pillow to look your way. A sliver of sunlight caught his eyes, the amber burning brightly around his large pupils. You could tell he was smiling by the way his eyes began to crease, but you couldn’t look away to tell for sure.

God, you were in deep.

When he finally looked away, his eyes darted down towards your covered chest. He turned his body to face you, and his hands were on yours before you could react.

"Relax," he whispered.

You looked down and realized you were clinging onto the sheets with white knuckles. You loosened your grip hesitantly, Kylo taking the opportunity to weave his fingers between yours. You felt the scabs on his knuckles beneath your fingertips.

His touch gave you goose bumps, much like it had done last night. Your gut tightened and you held your breath remembering what you had shared. To have been so completely taken, it was much more than you had expected from someone like him.

"I’m sorry about last night."

You sat up quickly, propping up on your elbow. "Woah. What do you mean?"

Your breathing quickened, suddenly anxious. You didn't have much experience to compare it to, but you thought it had all gone so well.

Looking Kylo directly in the eyes, you repeated yourself after he remained silent. "What do you mean?"

You saw the exact moment he realized what he had said. His expression changed. His relaxed face was immediately a flurry of emotion. His eyes grew wide before his brows furrowed deeply. "Shit. No, I didn’t mean –." He sat up hastily. "Fuck."

You followed suit, sitting up – very strategically – aligning yourself next to him, the sheets still pressed against the front of your body, your back exposed.

Kylo was hunched over, though his large frame still dwarfed yours. You ran a soothing hand over his back, taking time to admire the way his muscles made mountains under his skin.

He sighed heavily before speaking again. "It was… you were… great. I meant before that. I’m sorry I came in here beat up. I shouldn’t have let you see that. I shouldn’t have done that to you. I just took it out on you, just because you were there."

The last part was so low you could barely hear him. His head hung low; he was nearly talking into his chest.

"It’s okay," you began.

"No. No, it’s not.” He paused, brooding. “I’ve never had to worry about… explaining myself to anyone. Now I feel – I don’t know. I’m not used to this. To having someone to talk to."

"I’m sorry."

He turned to face you, taking your face in his hands. "No. Don’t be sorry. If it’s anyone’s fault it’s mine for dragging you into this." He placed a kiss on your forehead, and you felt as if you were melting under his touch.

Your cheeks reddened. "Oh. Okay."

"I don’t usually do this, you know. I know it sounds corny, but I just had to say that."

You bit your lips to hide a sheepish smile. He was cute when he was embarrassed and humbled. It looked good on him, but he didn't need to know that.

You noticed how different your chemistry was this morning. Last night – you cringed thinking about it – the two of you were like oil and water. He was hurt and defensive. You were emotional and confused. As awkward as this was, it was a step in the right direction.

This moment was raw. Kylo was incredibly exposed, and he felt it and wanted so much for that to go away, to bottle himself up again, just like he’d done the last five or ten years of his life. He’d forgotten exactly how long he’d been like this. He just wanted to bottle himself up and act like he didn’t care or didn’t feel anything. It was just easier that way.

But you made even the simplest things difficult.

Maybe it was just the fact that he was finally allowing someone – anyone – into his life that was making him feel this way.

There just was something about you.

He jumped slightly when you touched his back again. "I got called into work," you said.

Kylo stood up quickly, taking the opportunity to talk about something other than his current situation. "Well, we better get going then. I’ll take you home."

The car ride was silent, but Kylo held your hand from the second you got in to the moment he pulled up at your apartment. He squeezed your hand tightly just before letting go.

He rolled the window down once you shut the door. "Thanks for the ride," you said, poking your head in the window. "I'll see you later?"

Kylo was silent, only looking over to give you a curt nod before driving off.

You shed your clothes as soon as you walked into your bedroom. You had about thirty minutes before you needed to leave. You cursed work for calling you in - or rather whomever called in sick - desperately wanting more time with Kylo. A guy like him was likely to disappear out of your life like he’d never been a part of it. You didn’t have anything of his; no personal items, no physical evidence to prove he’d even existed, besides his number in your phone. It wouldn’t be hard for him to do if he really wanted to. He’s made other people disappear without a trace; it likely wouldn’t be hard to do to himself. Hell, he’d basically done that for the past few weeks.

You started running the water for your shower and picked up your phone while you waited for the water to get hot. Part of you wanted to text Kylo, just thank him for the ride. Not that you hadn’t just done that a few minutes ago. But there was just something about having him out of your sight that made him seem fleeting, almost temporary. And the way he just drove off did nothing to quell that feeling. Maybe he just needed some alone time.

Steam began to roll over the shower curtain, so you decided to leave Kylo be for now. Showers usually made your thoughts come easier anyway.

But not today. Thoughts were replaced with memories. Vivid ones. It was like a bad movie montage. You’d close your eyes and you’d see Kylo’s bloody face, broken and defeated in an otherwise heavenly scene in the glowing white of the bathroom. But then you’d see the same face, cleaned up, closer, much closer. Just a cheekbone or some hair. Whatever you'd see as his lips were pressed against yours, or your neck, or your body.

You wiped the water from your eyes, trying to snap out of the scenes. Sighing, you got out the shower, drying off and wrapping the towel around yourself. Is this what Kylo felt like, unwilling to leave but terrified to stay?

You tried picturing something in the future, anything with Kylo. With other relationships, you could at least envision introducing them to your family, not that it would ever happen. But what about Kylo? You chuckled darkly, imagining how the conversation would go when they would ask what he did for a living. You then groaned catching a glimpse of yourself in the mirror. What were you getting yourself into?

"Ren was right to pursue you. You are quite beautiful."

The voice spoke up out of nowhere, seemingly shrouded in the steam. You jumped, your heart suddenly wanting to burst out of your chest. Unmoving, you shifted your gaze from the mirror, pushing your eyes to their limits of their corners. You didn’t need to see him, though. You knew that voice, that upper crust accent. The blurry orange in your peripheral vision only cemented your idea.

You didn’t want to move. Maybe if you stopped moving, he wouldn’t see you anymore, like a wild animal, a predator.

Thinking quickly, you stole a glance down at the counter looking for your phone, but it was nowhere in sight. "Fuck," you whispered.

"You know," Hux continued, staying where he was, for now. "I’m not a creep. This is just… bad timing, I suppose."

"What do you want?" you asked.

He began making his way towards you, but you remained where you were. There was no other way out of your bathroom except the way he came. Maybe if you could just comply, you wouldn’t have any issues.

"What do I want?" Hux laughed. The noise was empty and insincere; it riddled your arms with goose bumps. "It’s actually what I don’t want. Rather, what I don’t need."

He was behind you now, making eye contact with you in the mirror. His blue eyes were cold and empty.

Hux placed his gloved hands on your shoulders. The leather clung to your damp skin uncomfortably. "You."

You hardened your face, biting your lip to contain any emotion. You couldn’t let this guy get to you like he had before.

"You see, you’re quite the distraction for Ren. For example, last night."

Your eyes grew wide for just a second, but enough for Hux to notice. He squeezed your shoulders excitedly. "Ah, see. I knew it. I heard Ren was dangerously sloppy at work last night, and neither of you were home. I drove past his house last night before coming here. I’ve been here since five this morning, you know? I was growing impatient."

Your face began to burn beneath your eyes. Your mouth started pulling down at the corners. As much as it pained you, your eyes stayed locked onto Hux's in the mirror. You didn't want to give him a second of victory.

Ignoring your emotions, Hux continued. "I know you were at his house that night I showed up. It’s why I did it, to be honest. I presumed he had confided in you already. So, I wanted to test the waters, see how he'd react." Hux hummed, smirking at you. "Not well, if you recall. Thought if I could put on a show it would scare you away. But we’re resilient, aren’t we?"

You shifted, unnerved, beneath his grasp. His hands only tightened.

"I'll admit, it was a bit of a misstep on my part. I thought Snoke would appreciate it. Didn’t think Kylo would be so defensive. I certainly didn’t think that would cost me my job. But you can help me get it back."

It was quiet for a moment. The look in his eyes made you sick; he enjoyed this.

You raised your eyebrows, signaling him to continue, sure if you tried to speak you would begin to cry.

"This is what’s going to happen. Either you immediately stop seeing Kylo, or –"

You quickly reached out and grabbed the closest object to you, your hair dryer, and swung it around, hitting the side of Hux’s head. It was just enough to stun him but he quickly recovered, pushing you down. Your torso hit the toilet, the impact rattling your bones before you hit the floor. Hux was still between you and your way out of the bathroom.

Trying to anticipate Hux’s next move, you stood up quickly, figuring you’d be better off anywhere but on the floor. Your back was against the wall, and you were trembling now, your breaths shallow. Your body ached already. A quick thought flashed through your mind that the pain would go away soon; you wouldn’t be alive much longer.

"Or we can finish this now, I suppose," Hux spoke through gritted teeth. His blue eyes were piercing now, full of rage.

He reached out a hand towards you, but you ducked quickly, pushing Hux’s arm away from and running past him. He tripped backwards, nearly falling into the tub, but reached out to grab your wrist before you slipped though his grasp, his leather gloves skidding across your skin.

You only got a few steps away before you froze in your bedroom, the barrel of the gun stopping you in your tracks.

"Get down."

Without thinking, you let your body go limp and fell to the ground.

First, you heard the muffled shot ring out above your head.

Then you heard the clang of the hot brass casing on the floor.

A handful of rapid heartbeats in your ears.

The sound of dead weight hitting the floor just beside your feet.

Somewhere in there, you screamed. Or thought you did.

Your eyes were closed so tightly pain began to radiate through your head. Every time you thought about opening them, you just couldn't, like your mind and body were no longer connected.

The floor gently rumbled beneath you to the sound of footsteps. The noise started by your head, got minimally louder before fading away briefly and stopping altogether. A moment passed and the steps started and grew louder again before ending near your head.

The air around you was disturbed. You could feel someone moving around you; you could hear the rustling of clothes.

Your body finally responded and you opened your eyes, peering through the small slivers of light between your arms around your head.

Boots. Dark jeans. A large frame crouched over long, bent legs.

"Kylo?" you whispered shakily.

"Are you alright?"

Ignoring him, you moved to get up. "Is he -"

Kylo placed a hand against your shoulder, gently keeping you on the ground. "Don't. Don't look. But yeah, he's dead." He paused, processing the information himself. "I checked."

Kylo reached out a hand to help you up. You winced and stayed seated. Your eyes began to burn, the physical pain grounding you in reality. It was finally hitting you.

"Did he hurt you?"

Silent tears began to trickle down your face. You opened you mouth to speak but you didn't know what to say. Didn't want to answer the question, as if confirming what happened would somehow make it worse.

Kylo dropped to a knee in front of you, encasing you in his arms. You closed your eyes and leaned into his shoulder.

"Everything's going to be fine," he whispered into your ear. As he stared over your shoulder at Hux's lifeless body, even he was able to convince himself of this. It wasn’t just some empty promise.

You drew in a long, ragged breath. "Please leave."

Kylo let go of you and held you at an arm's length, staring deep into your eyes, his brows knitted tightly. You had never seen him so concerned before. "What's wrong?"

As you spoke the words, you didn't even feel like they were yours. "I don't want... I can't do this anymore."

He knew what you meant.

Kylo's hands remained on your shoulders while his eyes narrowed. His breathing became deep. You could tell he was trying to control it.

"But I can protect you. I swear."

You closed your eyes, choosing your next words carefully. "If I'm not with you, then I won't be in danger."

Kylo stood up quickly and walked over to the window, running his hands though his hair. "Fuck," he whispered. He couldn't deny you were right. Sure he'd come to your rescue twice now, but he wouldn't have had to if it weren't for him. He sighed heavily. "Get dressed."

You stood up finally, slowly, pulling the towel more tightly around you. "I'm not going anywhere."

Turning to face you, Kylo gestured dramatically behind you. "So you're going to clean up the dead body yourself, then?"

You began to turn your head to look where he was pointing, but quickly decided against it, only barely seeing a muddled mass lying on the ground.

"Just get dressed. I'll bring you back to the hotel. And take care of... this. When I'm done we can talk. Or you can leave. I won’t keep you.”

You huffed and stared at him. He was right; the dead guy in your apartment was a bit of a dilemma.

You walked past Kylo hurriedly to your closet. The silence between you was eerie, like you both realized there wasn't much left to say to each other. Pushing everything out of your mind, you proceeded to get dressed. You only noticed your hands were shaking when you tried to button your jeans.

A shrill ring came from your bedroom, and you poked your head out, barely catching a glimpse of the silhouette on the floor before squeezing your eyes shut. "What's that?"

Kylo walked up to Hux, surveying the scene. "Someone's calling Hux. We should hurry."

You ducked back into the closet to finish getting dressed. Then you remembered. "Oh, I think Hux has my phone," you called to Kylo.

It was silent for a minute until you walked back into your room to see Kylo wiping your phone on his shirt. You couldjust see where the black fabric was a little darker where the phone had been. "Here," he said, holding it out to you.

You reached out to grab it, your eyes wandering to the side of Kylo's body towards the floor.

He quickly put an arm around you and pushed you out the door. "I said don't look!"

"Fine," you retorted. You didn't know why you wanted to look. To confirm he was dead? Or was it like a train wreck, so unreal you needed to see for yourself? You felt your stomach flip at the thought alone; if you went the rest your life without seeing a dead body, it'd be too soon.

Kylo boots echoed down the wooden staircase of your apartment building. Enough time had passed that you figured you could talk. Maybe he'd cooled off by now. And the silence was unnerving.

"How did you know?" you asked. It was vague but Kylo was smart and you truthfully didn't want to talk about it.

"There were guys crawling all over my house. So, I called you to see if anything was off over here. When you didn't answer your phone, I decided to come check on you." He paused, opening the door. "I just had a bad feeling."

Your heart swelled, even though you didn't want it to. He actually did care about you. You moved past him out the door. "Thanks. For -"

A loud bang rang out behind you where Kylo stood. You turned to see what it was, but before you could catch a glimpse, something soft was over your mouth and your arm was pulled forcefully behind your back.

You saw a flash of white before everything went dark.

Part 10