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babbushka · 3 years

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3E or F6 from the smut prompt list with Supreme Leader Kylo for Sinday? ❤️

Anonymous said: Hi Zannah! For Sinday, can I request Supreme leader Kylo with his Empress and some Knights of Ren NSFW? Have a lovely weekend!! <333

(2.1k, NSFW: Exhibitionism, possessive behavior, big mean dom!Kylo Ren, manhandling, naked woman + clothed male, PIV, throne sex, come as lube, voyeurism [Kylo making the Knights sit back and watch him fuck you])

The mission was, by all accounts a failure. This didn’t happen often, certainly not since Kylo had cut the bastardly Snoke into two and assumed his rightful position on the throne. Failure was not an option, Kylo knew this. The Knights of Ren knew this. Now more than ever, the might of the First Order could not afford to fail…and yet.

Yet when the Knights return empty-handed after nearly six weeks being away, it would seem that Kylo was faced with having to punish them for their inadequacies, and so when the recount the struggles of their mission, Kylo is only paying half attention. Because the other half of his mind is reaching out, calling out, to you.

It doesn’t take long for you to join them in the throne room. Kylo atop his grand seat, in all his finery. You have eyes only for him as you enter, a great pleased smile on your face as your robes swish behind you. They’re nearly see-through, the robes. Sheer fabrics layered over one another to create a billowing draped effect formed to your shape perfectly – just sheer enough for anyone to see that you aren’t wearing anything underneath.

“You wanted to see me, darling?” Your voice is gentle, a soothing balm on Kylo’s bad temper. He hasn’t lashed out yet, still hasn’t decided if he will or not.

For this moment, Kylo pats his thigh, wanting you to be on top of him, wanting you to be as close as humanly possible. You go eagerly, climbing up the steps which elevate him off the floor of the room, your body molding to his as Kylo’s jaw clenches.

“The Knights are back.” He says, and you look over your shoulder, seemingly having missed them in your desire to be near your husband.

“Oh!” The happiness in your voice only makes Kylo’s bad mood darken, because he knows how much you like it when they have you as a reward for a job well done.

“They’ve failed us.” He tells you, and he can feel it in the moment when you realize, when disappointment washes through you. Kylo’s jaw clenches again – not only have the Knights failed him, but they have failed you too, and that is simply something he cannot abide by.

“Oh.” You tsk your tongue on the roof of your mouth, returning your attention to swiping slow heated licks of your tongue across Kylo’s cheek, hands fisting in his tunic as you whisper, “What will we do with them?”

Kylo can feel how horny you are, he could feel it from across the star destroyer. He knows the Knights can feel it too, standing in the straight line before you both. Kylo can feel the anxiety in their bones, the way they want to reach out and touch you. As you squirm and whine softly in Kylo’s ear, clutching at him and kissing at his warm skin, he cradles the back of your head and holds you tight.

“I think a better question is, what will we do without them?” Kylo murmurs, before guiding your mouth to his, opening it with his tongue and sloppily swallowing down the moan that you sigh out.

You kiss for a long while, until Kylo can feel the pulse of your cunt across his lap. Unable to resist you any longer, he begins pulling at the ties and buttons that hold your robes together, watching hungrily as the silks and sheer fabrics slip off your body, pooling onto the floor.

“If you touch yourself I’ll cut the limb off, understood?” Kylo speaks, addressing the Knights for the first time since they dared to return empty-handed, and one of them, Vicrul, dares to be bold again.

“Master this – ” He starts, but Kylo throws the Force his way, a harsh warning around Vicrul’s throat that has him silenced at once.

“Understood?” Kylo asks again, this time the flicker flare of redorangeyellow in his eyes, and the Knights straighten their backs in the wake of his power.

“Yes master.” They reply in unison, statuesque and obedient.

They don’t fool him, not Kylo, who can read their minds, who can hear the litany of thoughts linking between them all -- the overwhelming desire to indulge in pleasure. Kylo can’t help but think of something you once said to him a long long time ago, when he was not more than a Commander himself: only good Knights get to come.

“How do you want me, Supreme Leader?” You whisper, knowing they can hear.

Kylo debates that for a moment, eventually settling on turning your naked body around so that your back is no longer facing them. He’s still fully dressed of course, but in the shifting of it all, he manages to pull his cock out of his trousers. Understanding straight away, you grasp it and ease it right at your folds so that when you sink back down, his cock spears into you, the hard curve of it pushing at your cunt.

“Just like this, let them see what they’re missing, what they haven’t earned.” He tries to keep some level of composure, even if his hands are sweating inside his gloves.

You begin to move at once, a slow steady swivel of your hips, back and forth back and forth, lifting yourself up just enough to thrust back down onto him. Your knees rest on either side of his thick thighs, but Kylo isn’t so sure he wants you doing any of the work today. So instead, he gently guides you to recline against his chest, his chin resting on your shoulder as your eyes flutter closed, your body stretched out and on display for them to see.

“Stars you’re soaking wet.” Kylo wraps his large gloved hands around your thighs and keeps them in place as he fucks up into you, sending the sticky sweet squelch of your cunt echoing around the room, “Been playing with this pretty pussy all day? Is that it?”

“Mmhmm – oh! I wanted to get fucked, wanted to be ready for you.” You moan, your nipples stiff as your breasts bounce with the growing force of his thrusts.

Where you had moved slowly, Kylo is not so patient, and he digs his fingers into your flesh to thrust up up up, hard and rough, punching out gasps and moans from you as his teeth sink into that shoulder of yours, a pleasurable pain.

“Your cock’s so big, yesyesyes! I want more, I want it harder.” You order, and he is happy to oblige, happy to give you what you want. He will always give you what you want, especially when the Knights can’t.

Kylo speeds himself up, holds you tighter, his cock pounding into you. It takes considerable effort from this position, but it’s worth it, he can do it and you want him to and so he will. From this spot on your shoulder, he can look down between your tits and see the beads of sweat that drip, the drool that’s spilling over your open mouth.

“I love your tits, squeezing them.” Kylo announces as he does just that, as he pinches your nipples hard between his fingers, tugs on them. The stimulation makes you whine, makes your knees try to pinch together even though they can’t. Kylo sucks marks onto your neck and shoulder, worries your earlobe between his teeth, “Be a good girl and spread your legs, let them see how wet you are for me.”

You hiccup out a moan as you force your legs wider, your pussy spread open, Kylo’s cock rammed deep inside of it. The Knights watch as he fucks you, they shift in their places, hands clenching and unclenching at their sides. Good, he thinks, let them grow jealous, be jealous of him that he has you, especially when you start crying out his name.

“Kylo! Kylo it’s – ohhhh yes! Right there!” Your eyes roll back into your head, and your toes begin to curl, your body shuddering and shaking.

“Are you going to come?” Kylo asks loudly as he finds your gspot, nudges the head of his cock against it over and over and over again, making your body wrestle in his grip, limbs jolting with electric pleasure.

“Yes, yes please Kylo let me? I want to come on your hard cock, please?” You beg, your lashes wet with tears as your chest heaves, all eyes on you. Knowing that they’re watching only makes you moan again, basking in their attention, in the attention coming from all around you.

Kylo smiles and presses a chaste kiss to the edge of your jaw, taking one of his hands away from your breast and instead letting the hot leather rub against your swollen, desperate clit, giving you what you want.

“I’m not going to stop, understand that? Even if you come I’m going to keep touching you like this.” He warns lowly, wanting to drag this out for as long as he possibly can. His fingers roll lazy circles around it, pressing down and rubbing up and down, petting your pussy, stroking your folds.

“Okay!! I want it, I want that, please let me come?” Your voice is breathy and high and Kylo nods, fucking against your gspot at the same time as he tweaks your clit, a sharp shout tearing out of your throat as you gush and gush on his cock.

“Mmmm, I love the way you squeeze my dick, precious.” Kylo smirks, feeling the way your cunt flutters and clenches in its orgasm, your hips and thighs moving moving moving like a wiggle worm, chasing after the feeling, fucking yourself through your own pleasure. Kylo kisses your tear-stained cheek and smiles, “Be loud, it’s okay, I want you to be loud for me.”

“Kylo!” You moan, as he holds up to his promise and continues to rub rub rub at your clit, even as the waves of heat and pleasure ripple spark snap up your spine, “Kylo please – please I – oh it’s good – fuck!”

“I know, you can take it, be good and take it.” Kylo’s voice is dark and dangerous, and there’s that flicker of something unspeakable in his eye again, one that is feeding off of the passion and lust and desire and love that you have for him.

“Ah, ah Ky-Kylo…!” You scream as your back arches, as your head thuds against the throne with the force of your body convulsing, his cock still fucking you, fingers still touching you, overwhelming you to the most delicious point.

“I’ve got you, I’m not done with you yet.” Kylo hums, a little shake of his head as he takes advantage of the limpness of your body as you revel in your orgasm.

Sitting up straight, Kylo uses the leverage of the throne to fuck up up up into you harder, fast and rough again, your come slicking him up and driving him faster, harder. Your body shakes and you can barely hang on, your head thrown back and eyes rolled into your skull, mouth dropped open just enough for Kylo to pull his fingers away from your clit and stuff them against your tongue instead.

He takes you like this for a long while, dragging orgasm after orgasm out of you, the entire throne room a cacophony of your moans and his loud grunts. His thighs burn, he’s sweating inside his clothing, heat building up in the pit of his stomach.

Kylo doesn’t warn you when he comes, he only bites down on your shoulder hard enough to leave indents in the shape of his crooked crescent, and blows his load inside of you. Gulping down air, the both of you breathe in sync as come floods your cunt, overflowing, oozing out around his cock when he thrusts in a slower pace, trying to milk it for all he can. You’re blissed out of your fucking mind, a bad case of the giggles as you come down from your high, slumping against his chest.

“You did so well; look how full you are, so beautiful.” Kylo smiles, happy that you’re happy, his anger at the Knights all but evaporated as he kisses your cheek and whispers, “Love you.”

“Mmmhmm.” Is all you can manage back, but he knows that means you love him too.

With a final regard to his Knights, as he licks the sweat off of your throat, he can tell that they’ve learned their lesson. Each and every one of them is pent up, hard as a rock or dripping wet inside their own clothing, and so having decided he’s tormented them long enough, he turns his attention fully to being close with you, after a wave of his hand and a tired,

“Dismissed.”

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ancientechos · 4 years

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My one and only contribution to sinday *tosses into queue before I can regret this*

Yes this is nsfvv I’m very sorry I may come back and delete this,

Emet-Selch/Arianna ♡ 2443 words ♡ sometime post 5.3 probably because that’s what gave me the brainworms to write this. no spoilers tho there is literally no plot don’t worry

“If you don’t hurry up, I might not be able to behave myself.”

“What would that look like?”

“-- Are you asking me to misbehave?”

Regrettably, the incredulity in his voice is enough to get her to back down, skin rivaling the colour of a tomato, as she looks away, her dark hair obstructing view of most of her face. It isn’t often that she is so...upfront, but it is certainly entertaining each and every time.

Of course, she wouldn’t dare be so forward if they were anywhere else but the safety of her room, or their room, or perhaps his -- the venue matters little so long as the outcome is more or less the same. Unfortunately, she seems all the ready to disappear from his sight, subtly eyeing the doorway as she makes to slide past him and vanish up to the main floor of her house.

But after saying something so adorable to him, she certainly isn’t getting away.

He encloses her in an embrace before she can leave him,

“I want you,” he purrs, dragging a hand down her back and groping at her rear through her robes. He tugs her against him, and she gives a startled gasp, her hands flying up to clutch at his shoulders. She doesn’t move away, and he knows better than to assume she wants to but simply isn’t expressing it. The hyuran woman’s eyes darken as she stares up at him, her teeth lightly worrying at her lower lip.

“Y-you have me,” she stammers, pressing up against him with a quiet exhale. The man gives a small hum, lifting his hand up to the small of her back to hold her close. His other hand brushes dark hair from her face as he dips his head to press a small kiss to her cheek.

“You’re mine,” he murmurs, giving another kiss to her cheekbone, then lower. He backs her against the wall, and she moves easily, clasping her hands behind his neck.

“I-I’m yours,” Arianna repeats, feeling him smirk against her chin. The hand at her back leaves her momentarily to allow himself to snap his fingers, leaving him in his smallclothes and her in nothing but her pin and a sheer, white dress not especially suitable for going out.

The abrupt change in clothing leaves her only mildly flustered, having been used to this by now. Though she wonders if she really should be.

He bends to kiss at her neck, and she gasps slightly, running fingers through his hair.

“Are you mine...?” she asks breathlessly, arching slightly into him.

“Always,” Hades rasps against her pulse, pressing another kiss to her as he moves to lift her. With a startled sound, she hooks her legs about him and shivers.

“A-are we...n-not going to the bed...?” she manages after a moment, squirming slightly against him. He seems amused by the question, chuckling lowly as he kisses her other cheek.

“Too far,” is his only response, before he presses closer to her needily. The sensation of his hardened length nudging against her has Arianna flushing darkly, eyes squeezing shut. “You couldn’t be so cruel as to make me walk that far, could you?”

Even without her seeing his grin directly, the irony in his tone is evident -- such he can tell by the mild curve of her lips as she tries not to smile. Though she does, at least, answer him with a mild shake of her head.

“I knew you couldn’t, you’re far too sweet for me,” he continues with a smirk, groping one of her breasts through the thin lingerie. One of his favourites on her, though even that has to go once he tires of being unable to properly feel her. It vanishes with another snap of his fingers, and finally he can stroke her skin and kiss her properly, just as she can him.

It’s easy to coax her into readiness for him; truly he should not call it coaxing at all, she hardly needs persuading. Instead, she is just as eager as he is, then and now, truly more compatible than he could have ever thought those ages ago. And he finds himself feeling blessed to know this hasn’t changed.

She’s hot and wet and lovely; he finds himself sighing as he enters her, Arianna letting out her own muffled moan. It’s easy to find a good pace, her hands in his hair and down his spine encouraging him to move within her, pulling him for a kiss. He nips her lower lip gently before lavishing her chest and neck with kisses, craning to kiss her where he wants.

“You’re beautiful,” he informs her with a smile, thrusting into her harder as he continues. “And sexy...” Despite her muffled moan, she still manages to shake her head.

“I-I -- am not -- “

“Really?” he scoffs, one eyebrow lifting to his hairline despite their current predicament. “Well, I’m afraid you have me terribly fooled.” As if to prove his point, he snaps his hips within her, this time finding the spot that makes her tense up with a gasp. She instinctively runs her fingernails down his back, and he purrs at the sensation.

“Ah -- s-sorry -- ”

“No,” he groans, rolling his hips harder against that spot that makes her whimper and clutch at him unthinkingly, dragging nails down his shoulder blades. “You’re such a good girl.” The rumble against her ear as he thrusts into her again has her keening and tightening around him delectably.

How he adores feeling needed, pulling those sighs and moans from her lips like a fine-tuned instrument. A hungry kiss muffles her cries as he swallows them greedily, their tongues sliding against one another while her hands stroke him affectionately.

Her legs lock tighter; with a gasp, she breaks the kiss, turning her head to the side, and he immediately lavishes the column of her neck with nibbles and soft kisses. How nice that her preferred manner of dress should include tall necklines.

“Oh, Hades...” One of her hands finally leaves his hair to instead touch softly to his forehead; easily, she finds the third eye there, stroking across it ardently with soft fingertips. The touch has him gasping this time, movements stilling. His knees buckle and he has to bite his lip to stifle his own sound of delight.

“You minx,” he mutters, groping at her thoughtlessly. The tiny shiver and giggle she gives him is enough to have his mouth splitting in a leery grin. Holding her tight to him, he allows himself to fall back into the void, with her in his clutches. It deposits them onto her bed behind them, him underneath her as she sits astride his hips.

Arianna appears mildly shocked for the sudden change, but doesn’t seem to have any sort of complaint. Instead, she shifts slightly to get more comfortable, then leans to continue petting at his forehead.

“You know,” he hums, thrusting into her gently, hands massaging at her hips, “the first time we did this — the very first time — it was like — this...” His mouth curves in a fond smirk. “If I recall right — and I do — you said...we were like puzzle pieces.” The smirk morphs into a wry grin. “Hythlodaeus did find us quite fond of puzzles after that...”

A breathless sigh leaves her as she lifts herself to bring herself down upon him. Eagerly, he supports her, a new lazy rhythm overtaking them both. “Hades, I — I like...this...”

She has never been as wordy as he was, even during this, even before, but that matters little to him. He doesn’t even need to hear her speaking at all like this...

Though come to think of it, the quirk of her brows tells him, even without the link between them, that there is definitely something else she desires to say. The shyness that has her second-guessing herself isn’t because of the sex at all.

Reluctantly, he stops, and delights in the way she gives a tiny squirm of annoyance that sends the flush to her cheeks even further scarlet. He has to bite his cheek to keep the smirk from curving his mouth. Instead, he lifts both his hands to her face, delicately tracing fingers along her forehead and eyebrows, drawing his thumb along her lips. Pressing his palms to her cheeks warmly, he simply gazes into her eyes for a moment.

“What is it? What do you want to say?” he coaxes gently. Her green gaze, burning as beautifully as the kaleidoscope of her soul, holds his for a moment, before it flicks away in a nervous flutter.

“I-I — you...” Her mouth twists indecisively, teeth sinking into her lips. Again, his thumb runs across her mouth.

“I’ve asked you not to do that,” he murmurs quietly, brows furrowing until she finally relaxes. “You’ll hurt yourself. But take your time telling me — I can wait all night.” The smile he flashes her is lazy and sharp all at once.

— He’s actually not that patient. But neither is she.

As he’d hoped, the gentle prodding is enough. With a shaky exhale, she finally begins to speak, her gaze shyly catching his. Her voice is quiet enough that he nearly has to strain to hear it, the words becoming more and more silent each syllable.

“Y-you — make me feel like...t-the only person in the world...”

The softness of the proclamation is in stark contrast to the tenseness of her limbs, though unfortunately not a result of any sort of pleasure. Nerves — and not the good kind.

The Ascian’s teeth click together even as feels himself melting. A strange lump in his throat makes him unable to form words for a few, precious moments.

“Oh, sweetheart...” A huffing laugh leaves him. “You are the only person in my world, Arianna.” The transformation in her expression is further endearing; her eyes widening slightly in something akin to shock, before shifting to that expression he misses and cherishes so very much. Looking at him as if he is something she wants or needs or yearns for, as if somehow he above all other things is precious.

He often wondered, and still wonders, what on earth she sees in him that she would so reverently wish for. But he would never rather her look at anyone else like this.

He flips them deftly, hovering over her above the sheets as her dark, curled hair fans out about her. Though for the moment, he doesn’t move, his gaze instead caught upon the glint of the pin still fastened within her hair.

Carefully, he removes it, depositing it onto her night table. Then he swoops to seal her lips with his in a searing kiss, moaning softly as she arches into him welcomingly.

When he pulls away to gaze down at her again, Hades has to catch his breath at the pure adoration in her expression. Her hands gently trace up and down his back, her legs locking about him again to hold him close. And how he can’t get enough of the sensation of her skin against his, her warmth around him. This is home, no matter anything else — so long as he can be with her alone together like this, his soul coiling around hers feverishly in a manner that makes her shiver and gasp even without having to move an ilm. He is home, no matter the surroundings around him. He doesn’t want to lose this ever again.

“I love you,” Hades whispers, the kiss this time soft as down. She kisses him back, eyes closed, her fingers gently running through his hair even as she shifts her hips somewhat needily. He has to suppress a low chuckle.

“I love you, too,” she whispers, breathless but eager, melting against him as she leans to press a few kisses of her own to his cheeks. She truly is too sweet for him.

With a fond smirk, he finally gives her what she wants, rolling his hips against hers. It takes him another moment to find that delightful spot inside her, before he has her whimpering and clutching at his shoulders again.

“Please — please, please, Ha...des...”

Teeth find her collarbone, the side of her neck, sink into her lower lip gently as he kisses her.

“You beg me so sweetly,” he purrs against her skin, snapping his hips with more force. He grasps at her hip, gropes one of her sweet breasts as he thumbs over one of her soft nubs. “No one can hear you here...but me, my dear...so...scream as loud as you like...”

That certainly gets a reaction he likes, those silly inhibitions of hers slowly fizzing out. The hyuran woman pants beneath him, skin sweat-slicked, as she earnestly moves against his own motions. Her pleasure only brings his spiralling further, and with each thrust her pretty voice sounds out all the clearer for him.

“Ah — hah, Hades — “ He adores how she says his name, how he’s waited to hear her say it just like this again. He doesn’t want to hear anyone else say that name...

“My dearest...Arianna,” he rasps out, clenching his jaw as his motions increase in tempo. He rains soft kisses upon her, soft sucks to the flesh at her neck and shoulder, until he can no longer think to concentrate, beyond the primal urge to move himself within her.

Her high-pitched keening gasps only serve to spur him forward further, and as her inner walls tighten around him with a final dreamy sigh of his name, he finally lets himself go, spilling within her as she arches and clings to him. Arianna shivers, panting, as he huffs against her.

He weighs upon her, though he is careful, and knows she enjoys it besides. Before long, however, he’s moved them both to rearrange himself on his back, Arianna lying upon his chest with her ear above his heart. Idly, he strokes her hair and back while she curls close with a pleased sigh, their legs tangled together.

Lazily, he throws a blanket over the both of them, his eyes closing momentarily as a pleasant buzz settles over him. Until he recalls something.

“So, did I misbehave enough?”

#theres literally no beginning to this because #just because theres no proper reason #dkafjlsjdg #god im not even gonna tag this properly #sinday #emet selch x arianna #arianna rowen #arianna #fanfic #my writing #w: the dreamer and the architect #nsfvv #mine #throws myself into the void #scheduled

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