#adam driver fanfiction

[inklore]

sending a little commander mills thot 💖 stopping for the night in a dark, deep cave. sharing a bed roll quickly turning into something more, as you end up on your hands and knees beneath him. there’s a rattle of stones near the entrance and his large hand is pressing over your mouth to keep you quiet - his senses on high alert for danger. but even then, mills can’t help the shallow rock of his hips - unable to resist how good you feel

warning signs

pairing: commander mills x (f)reader

word count: 1.1k+

contents: unprotected p in v, creampie, small amount of dirty talk, i didn't classify what planet they were on but threats are occurring, slight enemies to lovers, rough.

note: i'd let this man have his way with me in an open warzone and i have no shame about it because this idea has me insane.

You should have known. 

You should have known this planet would be nothing but a bad omen when you had to emergency land on it. When you lost contact, your ship deciding to stop working properly. When the only way of getting out a signal was to rig the system built within the interface of the hunk of metal. Ultimately destroying any chance of getting out of here on it but allowing you to get out a weakened signal, you hoped your home planet would come and swiftly send someone to you before this planet showed just why it was inhabitable by those who walked on two legs and didn’t prefer the taste of game. 

You should have known that Mills would be the worst person to crash land with.

Should have known he’d only raise your blood pressure and have a permanent scowl curve your brows until it gave you a headache. 

And you really should have known that he’d be this big. 

His stature alone suggesting that was more to him than broad deltoids beneath those clothes. More than just deadpan looks and side eyes of scolds and warnings behind those iris’s. Behind the moments and trips the two of you have taken together over the years. 

You should have known that his cock would stretch you like this. Making your insides burn when he thrusts inside of you. Your walls accommodating something that’s bringing you pleasure at the same time it has you mewling in pain—something big and hot and heady that’s making your fingers dig into the dirt. 

Your back arched at an angle that has your body scraping forward against the ground every time Mills snaps his hips against your ass. His cock going deeper and deeper—the tip hitting that spot inside of you that makes your body want to run from him, want to escape the pleasure and the sting of him going past what your bodies used to—his nails digging into your hips. Moonshaped marks embossed in your skin as he holds your ass in place. As he refuses to let you squirm away from him.

Because you wanted this, didn’t you?

“You’ve been begging for it.” He says with a heavy breath. A groan mixed somewhere in there, you’re sure of it but can’t decipher it fully with how you sound. How the back of your hand is covered in your own drool and bite marks from trying to muffle the moans and whines coming from your mouth. 

There’s a rock under your knee that has left an imprint into your bone, has cut the skin with how your body is moving. If you focus on it hard enough, you may even feel a trickle of blood. Or the indents of stone and caked on dirt on your elbows. 

But all you can feel—all you can hear, sense, smell—is Mills and what he’s doing to you. What he’s doing to your body and how you never want him to stop. Never want to go back to the time when the two of you pretended there was nothing there. 

The thrusting of his hips imprinted on your nerve endings, and you can’t imagine a time, a moment, or a place where you don’t want him to bend you over something and take you. Have you. 

“Who knew all you needed was my cock to have you so compliant.” Mills grabs the back of your neck. His grip just as rough and embossed as the fingers at your hips. The weight of his chest drapes over you in a way that has you pushed further into the ground and your ass higher in the air, shoving his cock to the hilt, a cry falling from your lips. His name coated in a pleading whimper. 

“Next time you’re not listening to me, all I’ll have to do is fuck you, huh? Bend you over and fuck you until you’re ready to admit who’s in charge here.” 

There’s some part of your psyche that wants to fight against this. That wants to throw his words back in his face with something snide and angry, but you’re fucking pudy between his fingers, and he’s molding you into a perfect compliant hole for him. 

Into someone who wants to follow his orders just as long as they get his cock in return. 

But you still open your mouth to try to tell him just as much. To ask him to fuck you harder or agree with him, you’re not sure because it dies in your throat.

The words fall to the pit of your stomach as the both of you stop in place as your body feels the soft rumble of something moving outside of the cave. The rustling of trees, rocks, and branches being stepped on. 

“Mills,” you murmur his name. Soft enough for him to hear but apparently too loud for his liking as he shushes you. His hot breath against your ear, his hands maneuvering your legs so they’re underneath him now as he lays on top of you. The massive width of his chest makes you feel engulfed in him. 

His hair against your cheek, his breath held in his lungs just like your own. 

You try to listen. Try to hear anything approaching, growing closer to your indisposed state. The two of you not in a position to move as quickly as you should to protect yourselves. Mills not seeming to be as on edge as you are, the faith he has in himself to grab his gun quickly enough if whatever is outside moves in closer, is almost aggravating. 

Your mouth parts to tell him this, to push him off of you so the both of you won’t die while he’s still hard inside of you. 

But instead of an argument, a gasp falls from your lips as you feel Mills rock his hips against you. The tip of his cock pulled back to your entrance only to be thrust back in slow, and agonizingly sharp all in one quick rock. 

“Mi-” his palm presses against your mouth, silencing you.

“Shhh,” he whispers against your ear. “Can’t tell you how long I’ve been needing this, to fuck you.” His heavy breath and the deep timber of his tone as he tries to keep quiet, as he speaks the words for only you to hear, to know, and to feel, wash over your spine and lay achinly between your thighs where the shallow rock of his hips against your ass has your nailbeds housing rockbed as you try not to become a sobbing mess behind his hand. “You feel s’fucking good.”

And if the two of you were to die like this; with Mills rutting against you, his cock stretching you, his deep breaths and praises against your ear, your slick coating his length as you come, and his come leaking from you—leaving your pussy a warm and sticky mess as he continues to thrust inside of you even after the fact, as if he’s trying to keep all he can inside of you—then so be it. 

You’d die happy.

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[not-the-droid]

What If’s

Pairing: Supreme Leader!Kylo Ren x Force Sensitive!Reader

Synopsis: Kylo’s empress has to go on a diplomatic meeting without him, causing Kylo to worry over what could happen without him there.

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: angst, Kylo being a worry wart, mind reading via the force, sexual intercourse, vaginal fingering, semi-rough sex, orgasm denial, a teeny bit of biting, 18+ only minors do not interact

Request: Hi! Could you do a Kylo Ren x Reader imagine/fic with “What if something happens while your gone? What if you get hurt and I’m not there to protect you?”, prompt?. Where the reader/his empress has to go on a mission alone without him for once, and he’s worried for her. Can be fluff or smut - like the night before she leaves-.

A/N: it’s a teeny bit different from the request so i hope that’s ok :)

Kylo Ren’s mind raced as he listened to the faint pitter-patter of water hitting the shower floor as his empress prepared for bed.

He knew this would be the last night she’d be with him before they landed in the early hours of the morning, removing herself from his watchful eye and protective embrace.

His new role as Supreme Leader came with many, many new responsibilities. Squashing enemy rebellions, keeping the galaxy in check, attending political meetings with ally planets. The latter of which he wasn’t particularly adept at.

The Supreme Leader could squash as many rebels as needed but couldn’t find out what to say in a diplomatic discussion to save his life.

But his empress could. Kylo kept her close by his side in those meetings, his chest swelling with pride as she spoke so eloquently on behalf of the First Order.

Tomorrow would be different, however. He had other First Order issues that needed attending to, making him unable to join her on for the week-long meeting with the First Orders allies.

That terrified him. Anxious fantasies filled his mind as he paced around the bedroom. What if their allies turned on him? What if they used his beloved empress as a pawn against him? He knows how these politicians acted. He knows their tactics.

He feels a small tingling sensation spread across his forehead, sighing softly as he watches his empress emerge from the refresher.

“I thought we discussed prying in each other's minds.” Kylo states, his eyes flickering for a moment to the exposed skin of her breasts beneath the dip of her robe.

“I could feel you fretting about something. I wanted to know what it was.” She replied softly, sitting on the bed before gesturing for him to join her.

Kylo sighed as she rested her forehead against his, still a bit damp and warm from the shower. “What if something happens while you're gone? What if you get hurt and I’m not there to protect you?”

His empress pressed her lips to his in a chaste kiss. “That won’t happen.”

“What if-“ He began, screwing his eyes shut at the images that flooded his mind.

“I will be surrounded by troopers who are there to make sure that doesn’t happen. And Hux will be there and-“ She began, a scoff from Kylo at Hux’s name cutting her off mid sentence.

“Hux is incompetent.” Kylo snapped.

“Am I incompetent?” She asked. Kylo didn’t respond. “I would know what they were planning long before they wouldn’t even set in motion to act.”

“But what if-“ Kylo began again, swiftly being silenced by his empress' lips firmly being pressed against his, causing him to forget his protest.

When she pulls away, Kylo’s lips subconsciously follow hers for a lingering moment. His empress ran her fingertips gently over his jaw, pulling a low sigh from his throat at the feeling.

“I will be fine. Relax, my love.” She whispered, pulling him to lie beneath the covers beside her.

Pulling her against his bare chest, Kylo willed himself to focus on the scent of her hair as he tried to push his paranoid thoughts away unsuccessfully.

His empress must have been able to sense his unsuccessful attempt at calming himself. She repositioned herself on top of him, her knees on opposite sides of his hips as she bent to kiss his forehead.

The lines in his forehead softened at the feel of her lips pressed against them, his heart swelling at the intimate feeling of her fingers carding through his curls. He removed her hands from his hair, pressing her knuckles to his lips.

If any enemies could see him now, Kylo thought, they’d have ammunition against him for the rest of his life.

“Well then it’s a good thing it’s just you and me then huh?” His empress said aloud.

Kylo scoffed slightly, his hands running over the exposed skin of her thighs. “I wish you would stop that.”

She shrugged. “When you allow yourself to tell me when something is troubling you, then I’ll stop.”

Kylo chuckled. “Deal.”

Their lips collided once more, this time with more force than before. All of his anxious fantasies seemed to slip from his mind as he ran his tongue over his empress's bottom lip before pushing past it.

New types of fantasies replaced them. He liked these fantasies much better.

“Take what you want, my love.” His empress broke their kiss to whisper into his ear.

“I thought we just settled this mind reading nonsense.” Kylo responded, pressing his lips to the pressure point in her neck.

She gasped, gripping at his hair as he continued his assault on her neck, trailing his lips up and down, stopping every few inches to nip and suck at her soft skin.

“I don’t need to read your mind to know when you want me.” She replied breathlessly, moving her dampening core over the growing bulge in his sleep pants.

Kylo hissed, flipping her over to lay on the soft sheets of his bed. He tugged at the closure of her robe, removing the garment and tossing it over his shoulder.

He marveled at her bare body, her chest rising and falling rapidly as her nipples peaked in the cold air of the bedroom.

“I would destroy anyone who would ever try to hurt you.” Kylo grunted before taking one nipple into his mouth and pinching harshly at the other, causing his empress to cry out in delight.

He rutted his throbbing cock against her exposed core, coating the front of his sleep pants in her wetness. Her cries of pleasure as he attacked her breasts, switching from one nipple to the other, causing his cock twitch.

Kylo removed his lips from her breast, placing a hungry kiss to her lips before shedding his pants and boxers. His tip was angry and red, precum already leaking as he averted his gaze to her dripping pussy.

He ran a finger between her folds, a whimper escaping her as he pushed it inside her, quickly followed by another. “My sweet empress….so desperate for me….gonna come for me?”

A string of pleas was all that she could muster as he pumped his fingers in and out, his thumb moving to run her clit in time with his motions.

Her orgasm was quickly approaching, her hips moving in time with each pump of his fingers to chase her high. Kylo stopped his motions abruptly as he left her begin to flutter around his fingers, causing her to whine loudly.

He pressed his lips over hers to silence her. “Want to feel my empress come on her Supreme Leader’s cock. Stars, so beautiful. Don’t deserve you.”

Lining himself up with her entrance, a loud, guttural moan escaped him as he pushed himself inside her warmth. The tightness caused him to bite down gently on her shoulder for a quick moment, before returning his lips to hers as he began to rock in and out.

His pace quickened the very moment they had both adjusted, his empress gripping his shoulders and crying out as he hit the perfect spot inside of her.

Kylo didn’t last very long after her, hot spurts of his cum coating her core as she tightened around him in her own orgasm.

Letting them both come down from their highs, he pulled out, admiring his cum dripping from her before going for a warm cloth to clean her up with.

He laid down beside her, all anxieties forgotten for the next few moments as she fit herself against his arm. Kylo’s heart tightened at the intimacy.

“I don’t know what I’ll do without you for the next week.” Kylo mumbled into her hair. His empress’s laugh caused his heart to skip a beat.

“You’ll manage and so will I.” She replied, kissing him on the cheek. “Just don’t find yourself a new lover while I’m gone.”

Kylo cringed at the mere thought. “Never. There will only ever be you.”

His empress sighed happily, closing her eyes to get some much needed rest before her departure in the morning. Kylo pressed his lips to the crown of her head.

Kylo assured himself that she would be fine without him. Deciding to focus on what would happen when they were finally reunited after a week of being away from each other.

He really liked that fantasy.

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[mrs-gucci]

For the Hunt

{ werewolf!flip zimmerman x female reader }

anon

Werewolf Flip wanting to knock you up (or role play at it) and scenting when you’re ripe for him and chasing you down and pounding you

thank you for submitting this!!

warnings. SMUT (18+), werewolf in rut, primal kink (hunter/prey), breeding kink w/no intention of actually getting pregnant, dirty talk, outdoor sex, creampie, minimal aftercare.

word count: 995

🐺 written for werewolf wednesday 🐺

Your breathing is soft, exhilarated, creating little puffs of steam in the cold night air. A shiver runs down your spine, out of excitement or nerves, you’re not really sure.

You two have an agreement that on rut nights, he has full consent to use you however he wants or needs to. He tells you what he needs from you on a particular night and you give it to him willingly, whether it's being tied up on the bed down in the basement or up at his remote mountain cabin.

His absolute favorite thing, however, is when he gets to hunt you. Which is why you’re currently standing behind a big pine tree, trying to steady your breathing.

By now you’ve nearly perfected the art of giving Flip a good chase, having been with him for almost six years. And tonight is an extra special full moon because you’re ovulating, which gives Flip the ultimate prize in his werewolf brain: the chance to breed you.

He looks up at the full moon with his golden eyes, knowing it’s time to hunt, he lifts his snout eagerly.

Almost instantly, he picks up traces of your scent and his paws thud against the earth as he runs into the thick Colorado wilderness. He can already feel that this is one of his more mild ruts, but he's still just as desperate and tuned-in regardless.

Flip slows down and sniffs the air again, knowing that he's close. You can feel him nearby, sticks snapping and leaves crunching under his large paws.

You sneak a look around the tree and he doesn't seem to notice, so you quickly attempt to sneak to another tree. But of course, his head whips over and you freeze, then take off running.

He feels the familiar tingle of his primal hunting instinct creeping up through his body, but he still gives you a head start before taking off in your direction, eyes beginning to turn black with desire.

Your breathing is heavy as you sprint away from Flip, trying to give him a good chase. He growls softly out of sheer thrill and quickly dips to the side to run around you, then stands proudly. You come to a screeching halt.

Strands of drool hang from his jowls as he takes a step forward, then another, piercing you with his lustful stare. You let out a shaky breath and step back, not actually afraid but acting so anyway.

"Please don't hurt me," you say softly, eyes flickering down to his hard member for just a moment.

He grunts when he notices your quick downward look and stands a bit taller, eager to present himself to you.

"I have something else in mind," he says in his deep, gruff voice. "If you do your job correctly, then it should be pleasurable for both of us."

You bite your lip as he steps forward again, sniffing the air.

"You smell especially good tonight, little girl. I could smell your ripe, fertile pussy from back at the house. You're so ready to be bred."

"I don't--"

"Run," he says, interrupting you. "If I catch you, you're mine."

Immediately, you take off again and he gives you a moment before taking three long strides, catching you and causing you to fall over. He quickly catches you with a clawed paw, though.

He brings his mouth down to your ear as he lowers you to the ground.

"I got you," he says. "And now, I get to pound you until you're swollen with my seed."

You whimper softly as he holds your wrists down and takes a sharpened claw to your pants, tearing the crotch open to make room for his thick, pulsing cock. He lets out a shaky breath as he pushes your legs apart and lines himself up with your wet entrance.

Flip groans when he finally gets the wet, hot relief he's been desiring all night within your walls. He gives you a moment to adjust before beginning to move, his hips delivering sharp thrusts.

You moan unashamedly as Flip growls and fucks you from behind. Hearing his noises of pleasure only arouses you more and you clench, earning a surprised, breathy grunt from your husband.

“F-Flip…”

His noises get louder and he leans down again, beginning to lick at your neck and jaw, occasionally scraping his teeth lightly against your skin as an alternative.

“I need you,” he grunts, hips speeding up slightly. “I need you to h-hold all my cum inside, keep it a-all…give me pups…”

You gasp softly, eyebrows knitting in pleasure.

“I will,” you breathe. “I-I’ll keep it all f-for you, my love.”

His cock throbs and he knows he can't hold on much longer. He always feels guilty that more often than not, you don't get to cum like this. But he definitely makes sure to return the favor the first opportunity he gets.

"Sweetheart, I'm gonna--" He cuts off as the intense orgasmic sensations suddenly rush through him. His eyes flutter shut and he rocks his hips desperately, spilling every drop he has deep inside of you. "O-Ohhhh god..."

You sigh softly as he lets go of your wrists and sits up a bit, still staying buried deep in your pussy. He helps you get up on your hands and knees, then licks your neck again.

"Are you alright? I wasn't too harsh?"

"I'm fine, honey," you reassure, looking back at him with a small smile. "I promise I'm okay. I would've used the safe word if I wasn't."

Flip nods and pulls out slowly, letting out a shaky huff as he does so. When you stand up, he gently picks you up and you rest in his large arms. You smile up at him.

"I love you, Flip."

His eyes soften and wishes he could return your smile. "I love you too."

You sigh softly and look up at the night sky as Flip carries you back to the house.

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[strangunddurm]

Marlboro Red

Masterlist

Pairing: Flip Zimmerman x fem!reader

Word Count: 6.3k

Warnings: PinV sex, unprotected sex, self pleasure, fingering, masturbation, age gap, degradation, swearing, dirty talk, voyerism.

Hola! Missed me? I made the mistake of getting a summer job whilst also studying full time. Let's just say, it was painful. Also, I forgot how much I love AD (Flip) and then Venice happened and now I'm back in the trenches.

Flip knew that it was wrong. He knew that he shouldn’t let his eyes linger as he happened to glance over at you, but he couldn’t help it. The way you looked was always mesmerising, forever hypnotising. He was completely enamoured by the way the wind would dance around you and the sun would kiss your skin as you were kind enough to share that beautiful smile you had with the rest of the world. He couldn’t help but grow hard in his jeans over the sight of you. His cock would weep with precum until he could get a moment alone so that he could wrap his hand around his thick length and give a tug at it as he thought of you and the way your sundress would graze your glorious thighs.

The fact that you were always so kind and gracious did not help his ailing thoughts. It made it worse. You deserved so much better than an old, lust-driven man thinking about the way you would look as he spread your legs wide opened and slotted himself between them before taking a long swipe at your soaking cunt. Older man was perhaps a more appropriate title to give himself. Flip knew that he wasn’t old but he was older than you. Old enough to know better. Old enough to know that he shouldn’t be trying to look up the skirt of such a young thing like you. But every time you said ‘hi’ to him, he couldn’t help but fantasise about the way you would look on your knees before him as you took his thick cock down your throat and gagged. He imagined tears leaking from your eyes over the sheer excursion; tears that he would wipe away with a loving swipe of his thumb before you took even more of him.

It’s why he kept away in the beginning. He would force himself to turn on his heel and walk away if he saw even a glimpse of you. It worked for a while, but then you seemed to notice Flip’s attempts at avoiding you. It was a small town after all. Everybody knew everybody and avoiding people just wasn’t possible. Plus, he didn’t want to hurt you; make you feel as if you’d done something wrong. It was hard trying to make his feelings go away when you were you. You were always so keen and eager to hear what was on his mind, to help him with anything and everything. Falling in love with you was easy.

Or, was it really love? It was lust at the very least. Merely the smell of you was enough to trigger the filthiest of thoughts in his mind, made them race until they drove him into madness. But would it be so wrong if he were to taint you with his seed? You wanted him. It was obvious. You had to think about him just as much as he thought about you, if not more.

Flip would notice it every time he would enter the small convenience store that you worked in. The way you would shift, rubbing your thighs together to provide some sort of brief relief to your throbbing and aching clit as his heavy footsteps hit your ears. The way your eyes would shift down to take all of him in, eyes always widening slightly as you pretended not to notice the hard bulge in his jeans. It was clear as day, you yearned for his hard dick to slot itself between your thighs rutting forward to rub against your stiff clit before he fucked you like you’d dreamed about being fucked. The sweetest combination of rough and loving, letting you cry out into the air as he pounded against your soft spot and whispered sweet nothings in your ear. Lingering kisses would dance across your skin until you went to bed and woke up the next morning in peaceful bliss.

You would turn around with that bright smile, eagerly gliding to the cashier’s stand to take his money as he paid for the fresh packet of cigarettes he bought every day just so that he could see you. You knew that he was there just for you. The station had a small vending machine that was always stocked with everything a cop could need. The logical thing would be for him to buy them there but his little pit-stop came to be a ritual that he just couldn’t bring himself to break.

He would give you a ride sometimes, when he started work early enough for him to spot you as you were walking down the highway, on your way to your early morning shift. Seeing the way your hips would swing made him groan before pulling up beside you to ask if you needed a ride. You would always say yes, happily sliding into the passenger seat with a chipper ‘thank you!’. Flip’s truck was a three-seater, making it easy for you to slide up close to him as he took his time, slowly driving through town. It was unnecessary, you didn’t need to sit so close to him, but you would always blame a nonexistent bump for jolting you, forcing you closer and closer to him. Both of you knew that it was a lie but neither of you cared to acknowledge it. It was a lie that benefitted you both. It eased Flip’s conscience and it gave you what you wanted: his closeness.

Did you wear those dresses on purpose? You had to know what your thighs did to him, especially when you would so purposefully press them against him at the smallest turn. Even though he couldn’t feel it through his jeans, your skin burned as hot as hellfire as you seared your mark into his thigh, through his jeans, making sure that he couldn’t think much about anything else for the rest of the day. Flip always had to stop himself from letting his hand slide up your skirt to feel just how wet you were for him as he stroked a finger through your puffy lips. He wanted to rub his calloused fingers against your nub as you mewled for him, watching you come undone and giving you that hazy look in your eyes before he dropped you off with a quick kiss and a tap on your bum.

Your parents had bought that small convenience store before you were born. You had told him about how you had worked there every summer since you were 12, helping as much as you could, and it continued even after you went to college. This summer was no different. You took your place behind the checkout, ringing up orders all day, and Flip was the happiest of all to see your face.

“How are you today, Mr Zimmerman?” Mr Zimmerman. Flip had told you numerous times not to call him that. It wasn’t that the formality made him uncomfortable, hearing you call him Mr Zimmerman had him imagining how it would sound if you panted it into his ear as you begged him to fuck deeper into you.

The convenience store was the scene of his crime. Not that any crime was actually committed, but the social piranhas were bound to zero in on it as the place where it all happened. Gossip was inevitable. You were still in college, a year into grad school, and it didn’t matter that you had been an adult more years than he could count on one hand, Flip was still so much older than you that people just had to talk about it. It didn’t matter if you were the one that pursued him or not. Gossip was gossip and it was bound to travel from ear to ear as mouths moved, dripping with the saliva that lubricated their words.

“I’m good, a bit tired, how are you?” He asked, fixing his eyes upon yours as he sent a crooked smile your way. You smiled back eagerly, leaning forward on the counter as if you were drawn to him, needing to be as close to him as you could. Flip did all that he could to keep his eyes trained on yours, to stop himself from thinking those sinful thoughts. He could almost see your nipples poking through the thin cotton of your dress and it stirred something deep inside of him.

“Good, good, rough day at work?” The two of you made simple small talk for a few minutes before you ran out of the usual things normal people would talk about. Flip made it obvious then that he was reluctant to go, lingering by you, staring down into your eyes for far longer than what anybody would deem acceptable.

You bit your lip as you stared back at him, eyes flickering to the clock on your right to check the time. Five past eight. It was early enough for the store to be empty, waiting for the small rush of workers getting ready for their 9-5 jobs. Colorado being a big-small town ran on routine. It was predictable, everyone had a specific routine that they rarely deviated from Monday-Friday. It made it easy for you to predict when you would have a small break and the next customer was Joyce Hill, arrival time: 8:20.

A lot could happen in 15 minutes.

“Actually, before you go, I was wondering if you could help me with a problem I have in the back?”

-

It was a small room, obese stacks of old, unfinished paperwork crowded the walls and every surface. Small particles of dust lingered in the air, waves rippling through them as the door opened and closed in quick succession.

It was your father’s designated place in the shop, the place where he liked to be left undisturbed. You had barely been in there after your seventh birthday but it was the only place where the two of you could be alone for a little while.

“So, what did you need help with?” Flip played along, hands resting on his hips as he watched you lean against the closed door.

“I have this pain,” You started, twirling the bottom of your shirt and then twisting the hem of your skirt as you bit your lip.

“Pain?”

“Mhmm, this deep ache.”

“That doesn’t sound good.” Flip played along as he became hypnotised by the way your fingers traced your skin softly and he couldn’t help but feel a deep yearning for his own to follow the same path across your thighs and beyond the valley of your breasts.

“It keeps me up at night.” You took a small step closer to him. “Gets me so wet.” You couldn’t help the smile that spread across your face as you heard him groan over your words and whisper out a small “goddamn it.”

You were so close to him now that you could smell his cologne. It was woodsy, filled with smoke and something that was entirely and purely Flip. You couldn’t help the deep inhale that you took, craving the smell of him as you stalked even closer. Your hand came out to graze against his flannel shirt, fingertips following an invisible trail until they came to a stop at his top button.

“I have this urge.”

“Urge?” Flip’s voice almost quivered as he clung to every word you said, wondering if he was lost in a daydream once again or if this was actually happening.

“I can’t stop fantasising about what your cock would taste like.” You said it so casually, as if it was a normal conversation you’d have with anyone.

“Jesus.” Flip tripped over the word, almost choking on it as he heard the words slip past your lips so easily.

Your hand fell back down so that you could press it against him, against the thick, throbbing bulge that was weeping for attention in his jeans. You cupped him, revelling in the heaviness of him as your hand struggled to encompass all of it. It made you press your thighs together, searching for relief for the aforementioned ache.

“I think I could help you with that problem.” Flip tried to keep his voice steady but it was hard, especially with the way you were palming him so deliciously.

“That would be so kind of you,” Kind of you. Flip could almost laugh. Was this luck? Was it lucky of him that the woman he wanted the most was practically begging for him? Most definitely.

You thumbed at the button of his jeans before eagerly popping it and pulling the zipper down painfully slow.

Your hand was just about to slip into his pants when Flip kissed you, catching you off guard at first but you were quick to reciprocate. His beard tickled against your skin as he claimed you, drawing you in closer to him with his hands on your waist. Perhaps it was cliche to say that the two of your fit perfectly but that’s what it felt like at the moment. Flip had been craving the feeling of you against his skin for so long that everything felt cliche and bigger - more meaningful - than it was.

Your arms came up to wrap around his neck, pulling him even closer. Your fingers ran through his hair as you stood on your tippy toes. You still had to pull him down, into you, needing him as close as he could come without intertwining your souls.

Your teeth grazed against his lips, pulling a hiss out of him. His hands pawed at your hips, urging your hips to press into his thigh. He could feel the heat of you, even through his jeans he could feel your wet heat that had seeped through your panties begin to form a dark patch on his Levi’s.

You knew that time was running away from you, threatening the one thing you had craved all summer. You didn’t let him kiss you for too long because of it. You were in a hurry.

You were wicked. Flip hadn’t even noticed the way you had spun the two of you around. Only detaching your lips to push him against the door behind him with a thud. Flip let out a huff of air as you caught him by surprise.

You had a smile on your face that was anything but innocent as you leered at him, eyeing him up with one of the filthiest looks Flip had ever seen that made him want to take you over his knee and deliver onto you a punishment that would make you squirm.

“Did I do that?” It was obvious what you were looking at but Flip followed your eyes down to the hard bulge in his pants. He almost twitched as he saw you bite your lip as he looked back at you.

“You like how hard I get for you?” Flip smirked as he asked.

“I love it.” You stalked closer to him. Your fingers grazed over that little peak of skin that peaked through between his shirt and jeans. The muscles under his skin flexed beneath your fingertip at your touch. A shiver ran down his spine before travelling through his legs, all the way down to his toes.

“You gonna do something about it?” Flip asked lowly, almost challenging you, daring you to do something.

The sight of you dropping to your knees before him was a sight he would never forget. It would play over and over in his mind until he lost himself to oblivion, driven mad by his desire for you. Flip felt eager, like a pre-pubescent teen catching a glimpse of his first boob through a bedroom window as he rode past on his bike. Of course, this was much better, much more. This would change him and steer him down a path of life that was so different from the one he had previously been on. Like a child crossing the threshold into adulthood from a simple, quick glimpse, Flip would soon take the step from being a man to being something so much more.

Flip was giddy beyond belief as your fingers finally wrapped themselves around his thick cock, your fingertips attempting to reach around to one another but being kept apart by the girth of him. You gripped the base of his cock, making Flip’s knees feel weak as you dragged your tender palm up and down his hard, velvety cock. You were steady in your movements, swiping the pad of your thumb gently over his angry red and sensitive head every time you came to the top.

“Fuck yeah, stroke my dick, baby.” His words made you tighten your hold on him - encouraged you to quicken your pace just a little. And just when Flip thought he would need to plead with you to feel your lips wrap around the head of him, you did just that. Your hot and wet lips stretched around his throbbing head as you finally tasted him.

Your lips encased his tip softly, swirling your tongue around him before letting it wander over every inch of him. He was your favourite flavour, a taste you would always search for throughout life. You pulled back, licking your lips as you gazed up at him with eyelids heavy from lust.

“Oh, you like that, sweetheart? You like the taste of my cock?”

“Love it so much,” You were a greedy little thing, going back for more after less than a second of being without.

Your tongue flattened, caressing the underside of Flip’s dick as you took as much of him in your mouth as you could. He was big, bigger than any college boy’s dick that you had ever sucked before and it was almost impossible for you to take all of him. But you tried your hardest, letting your lips stretch as far as they could around him.

Flip’s hand caressed your neck softly before grabbing a hold of the back of your neck and urging you forward. It was everything and not enough, a yearning seated deep within him grew with each swipe of your tongue.

Your hand wrapped around the base of him, pumping his shaft as you sucked on the head of him. Flip could feel the muscles in his stomach and his abs tighten. You dragged your mouth back teasing his slit before engulfing more of him again.

“Christ,” Flip hissed out your name, eyes having trouble focusing as you rendered him as close to speechless as he had ever been. Flip’s hips jutted forward, slipping more of him inside of your mouth. He loved fucking your mouth, loved the sounds of you gagging around him that filled the room.

Your feeling of your tongue caressing his cock almost made him miss the way your hand had moved under your dress, fingers pressing against your clit as you tried to give yourself relief. Almost was the keyword. The sight of you on your knees with his cock down your throat and hand rubbing your most private place was enough to send him over the edge.

“Holy fucking shit.” Flip groaned loudly as his cum shot into your mouth. His hips rutted into you, making you gag around him as he hit the back of your throat. His legs shook, stomach tightening as you pumped him clean of every single drop of cum. “Goddamn it,” Flip finally whispered before taking half a step back, withdrawing his wet, half-hard dick from your mouth when he was completely spent and empty.

“Such a dirty girl.” Flip cooed in praise, completely in awe of you, caressing your cheek softly. He bent down and delivered a sloppy kiss on your lips but just as he was about to let his own fingers reach down to circle your clit, he was interrupted.

Perhaps it was lucky that your father had installed that bell above the door to the convenience store, but it didn’t feel awfully lucky at that moment. The bell rang out, piercing the air with a shrill ring. You felt as if a bucket of ice-cold water had been poured onto you and you stood up with a gasp, barely sparing a glance at Flip before you had made your way out of the door to the office to greet the customer. 15 minutes and 34 seconds.

If you had given him a chance, Flip would’ve told you about the obviously frazzled state that you were in with ruffled clothes, swollen lips, and cum in the corner of your mouth. It wouldn’t take much for whoever was out there to connect the dots. And perhaps it didn’t help the way Flip came walking out of the back room with a certain swagger in his step that hadn’t been there before.

Two pairs of wide eyes took in his form as he rapped his knuckles against the counter, letting you know that he would ‘see you tomorrow’ before making his exit.

-

It pained Flip leaving you there. He wanted to give you so much more, see how you would squirm for him as his fingers trailed through your wet lips. He wanted to feel your hot mouth wrapped around him again and see the way your eyes leaked as you took him further and further.

Flip couldn’t help it when his hand disappeared past the waistband of his jeans the second he closed the front door of his home behind him. His own hand did not feel as good around him as yours had but it was enough to satisfy him for the moment. He jerked the garments to his knees, letting his heavy cock spring free and bob slightly in the air.

Cum was leaking from the tip of him as he stroked himself. Flip kept a steady pace, imagining you in front of him with every thrust into his own hand. He remembered how wet and swollen your lips had been as you wrapped them around the tip of him; how it had felt when your finger had graced his shaft so gently.

Flip’s fist jerked him faster and faster as he came closer to the end, having been so tightly wound up from earlier that it didn't take much before his hips stuttered, his muscles tightened, and he came with a loud, vibrating groan.

It wasn’t enough. Nothing would ever be enough, not now that he knew what your lips felt like around the head of him. He craved more. Craved to take everything you would give him.

-

The high-pitched ding of the bell rang out through the air, signalling Flip’s arrival to all that were in the store. Frank, the town’s local mechanic and the only other customer, greeted him with a low, muttered “Good to see you, Flip” before quickly departing, leaving you two alone.

Flip moved slowly toward the checkout after having plucked a packet of M&M’s from the small carousel by the door. There was a low hum in the air from refrigerators in the back, the low luminescent lights flickering every once in a while. It felt eerie, like everything, every inanimate object, was waiting for something to happen.

“Hi, Mr Zimmerman” You were doing it on purpose, but your tone gave Flip the vague impression that you weren’t as excited to see him as he were you.

“Something wrong, sweetheart?” Flip leaned his hip against the counter, looking down at you with a raised eyebrow.

“Packet of Marlboro?” Ignoring his question wouldn’t do you any good, you should know that. But Flip indulged you, nodding his head wordlessly as he watched your every move.

You did everything in your power to avoid his eyes, knowing the hold he had over you if you caught so much as a glimpse of his gaze filled with molten gold.

You slammed the packet of cigarettes down on the counter before clenching your fists by your sides as you waited for his money. Flip didn’t make a move to get his wallet out of his back pocket though. Instead, he stayed there, quietly watching you as he took in everything about you. Flip was a detective for a reason. He wasn’t stupid, he knew you were upset but he liked toying with you.

“Aren’t you happy to see me?”

“No.” You muttered bitterly.

“You sad I didn’t get to eat that pretty pussy of yours yesterday?” You became flustered over his words, the confidence you’d had yesterday completely evaporated.

Flip was teasing you, seeing how far he could push you before you came out and said whatever was on your mind.

“Want me to swirl my tongue over your clit before I drag you down over my cock?” He continued to prod, keeping the expression on his face completely neutral.

“Mr Zimmerman!” You hissed out his name in a warning. “I don’t think this is appropriate.” Had you come to your senses? Surely not. Flip deeply hoped that you hadn’t. He could still see the shift in your hips as he came closer, leaning over the counter to analyse your face. You didn’t take a step back, didn’t shy away or lower your heated gaze. To you, it felt like the first time anyone had truly seen you. Not just looked upon you but actually saw you, and it made you bristle.

The feeling that coursed through you was unknown to you. It was more profound than any feeling Flip had created within you previously, and Flip was the master of your emotions. Despite never indulging in deeper conversations than ones you would have with others, he had a hold on you that you doubted would ever truly go away, no matter if you would part ways for years to come.

“You don’t want my cock between your thighs anymore, sweetheart?” Flip straightened up slightly. If you would ask him to leave he would do so. He would look over his shoulder as he walked out, but he would do whatever you wanted him to, even if he didn’t like it.

But you couldn’t say no. Of course, you wanted that. You wanted to feel him stretch you out like no one before. You craved it. Dreamt about it night after night. Thought about it as your own inadequate fingers would run through your folds and caress your walls.

“How could you do that?” He knew what you were referring to. How he had waltzed out, still zipping up his fly as you were ringing up the customer yesterday. “People are gonna talk, they’re gonna tell my parents!”

It wasn’t that you were ashamed of the fact. A large part of you was happy — proud — that people would know. Your only concern was that the trust your parents showed in you by letting you run the store by yourself was betrayed.

“I’m sorry, honey, I couldn’t help it. Want everybody to know you’re mine,” Flip smirked as he saw the physical response you had to him as he charmed you with his words. His? You would do anything, go along with anything, to be his.

“Let me make it up to you?”

-

The room felt bigger than the day before, widened by the knowledge of what could possibly occur once you closed that door behind you. You should’ve learned something from your mistakes but you couldn’t control yourself when it came to Flip. You needed to feel him between your legs or you felt like you would die if you were to go without it. Here lies the body of you, whose desire drove you to your early demise; death by lust, forever cursed to feel the pulsing ache between your legs and crave the touch of another, never to be satisfied again by your own.

But you weren’t there yet. Salvation would be delivered unto you this day. Flip was frantic in his movement as he pushed up your shirt so that your breasts became bare for him. He didn’t wait, not even taking a second to admire them, before he let his lips attach themselves to your nipple. He sucked it into his mouth, running his tongue over your stiff peak, earning himself a moan from your mouth.

Flip felt as if he had earned this. He deserved this. He’d had a craving for you for so long that he couldn’t hold back as his hands explored everything that they could.

Flip’s hand had travelled up along your legs to the apex of your thigh. He made contact with the delicate string of your thong and you gasped into his mouth as he tugged it down your legs so that he could run his fingers over your pussy. You were so wet for him, completely having drenched his fingers in all that was you.

He worked you open slowly, slipping one finger inside of you gently. You clenched around him, becoming even tighter than what you already were.

“Fuck, baby, you feel so good.” Flip groaned out into your ear as his lips travelled up and down your neck.

It didn’t take him long before he slipped another finger into you and you couldn’t help the moan that slipped out. He stretched you out slowly, making sure you would be ready to take him. All of him.

“Shh…” Flip hushed you, placing his free hand over your mouth in an attempt to quiet you. Your breath came out in short pants against his palm as you tried to control yourself.

Flip curled his two fingers in a come hither motion, stroking your silky walls to bring you closer to the pleasure you craved so much.

“Let me taste you.”

Flip dropped to his knees before you, urging you to take a seat on top of the desk behind you, causing some paperwork to fall to the floor, before parting your legs even more so that his shoulders could fit between them. He held your dress up, bunching it around your hips with his eager hands before digging his fingers into your thighs, hauling one of them onto his shoulder, and connecting his mouth to your sweet cunt.

The quiet sounds of your breathless moans were intoxicating as he suckled your clit into his mouth before flicking his tongue over the stiff nub.

Your knees fought against his shoulders as your hand came to cover your mouth, willing any sounds to stay inside of you as you bit down softly in an attempt to control yourself.

You fought to keep your eyes open as your hips moved up and down in a desperate attempt to grind your aching clit against his mouth and nose in search of that perfect sensation that would drive you over the edge.

Your hand slid into Flip’s hair, gliding through it before grasping a firm hold of it as a wave of pleasure ran its course through your body.

Flip had already made you come once when he slid his fingers into you, continuing his ministrations on your clit with his mouth. His movements were much rougher than what they had been before, thrusting them into you expertly, hitting that sweet spot of yours over and over again.

Your back arched into the air and your mouth fell open at the overstimulation. It was exquisite.

“Oh, oh, Flip. I’m gonna cum.” You whispered desperately. “Oh, God.”

You clung to his arm in an attempt to hold on to any sort of sanity but it was all for nought. Both of your hands flew to your mouth as your whole body started to shake.

Flip tried to hold you as still as he could but never let up as he flicked the tip of his tongue over your clit again and again and again. He worked you through your orgasm, never relenting as your silent whimpers spurred him on. You had such a tight hold on his hair that it made him groan, sending a wave of vibrations through you that caused you to gasp. He only stopped once your whimpers had grown in volume to a steady whine of pleas.

“You’re such a good girl.” Flip praised as he came up, pressing a bruising kiss to your lips. “You gonna let me fuck you, sweetheart?”

“Yes! Please, Flip.”

Flip took a step back so that he could unbuckle his pants, popping the button open before pushing them down his hips, letting his stiff cock slap up against his taught stomach, balls hanging heavily. He spread the wetness of you that still coated his fingers over the head of his cock, giving himself a couple of pumps in preparation.

“How badly do you want me to fuck you?” It might as well have been a rhetorical question for Flip knew the answer to that question very well. But he wanted to hear your answer. He wanted to hear your pleas as you begged him to fuck you full of himself. He wanted you to whine for his cum, to drive you so insane that you would begin to speak in tongues as the tip of him would repeatedly rub against that sweet spot inside of you.

“So badly,��� You were practically breathless; completely lost just from the sight of him. Flip loved to see you like this, so dishevelled, so fuckable.

“Tell me how badly you want it.” He breathed out the command.

“I need you to fuck me, Flip, I need you to fill me up, please…” Your tongue ran over your lips at the sight of precum leaking from his tip, remembering how he tasted.

Flip stepped closer, caressing your jaw as he continued pumping his dick. Flip pressed a sloppy kiss to your mouth before the head of his cock teased your entrance, gliding through it to coat itself in your wetness before slowly beginning to stretch you inch by inch. His dick was so thick and long that you wondered if you could even take it all. The slow drive of his hips into you was driving you wild until, finally, Flip’s hips met yours as he bottomed out and the tip of him was nestled snugly against your cervix.

Flip stopped for a moment to let you acclimate, but only for a moment as he could not bear any more. He drew himself out all the way until only his tip was inside of you. You were desperate to feel all of him inside of you again so you wrapped your leg around his waist, urging him to push forward back into you and fill the emptiness that his dick left behind. Flip grinned and sank into her again.

“Shit!” You cried as Flip drove the air from your lungs as he pounded into you. He never stopped or slowed down, continuously pulling almost all the way out and driving back into you again and again in a steady rhythm. Flip admired you as your eyes fluttered close, tits bouncing with every thrust. Your pussy pulsed and trembled around his thick girth, pulling him in deeper and deeper.

He grabbed your hips tightly, sure to be felt the next day, before starting to pound into you in earnest. The desk rustled with every rut of Flip’s hips, hitting the wall behind it over and over again. Your moans were building to a crescendo and Flip attempted to silence them by kissing you. You let him swipe his tongue along the inside of your lips, swallowing your moans before they rang through the air.

Flip drove into you harder and faster, unable to control himself from plunging deeper into you. You felt too good, too hard to resist.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck fuck,” The words tumbled out of your mouth and Flip could feel you coming closer and closer to your end as your walls tightened around him. And just when you thought that you were about to cum, Flip pulled out of you, leaving you whining for him.

Flip guided you up from the desk, turning you around and forcing your front against the desk. He let his hands slide over your ass, spreading you open for him so that he could admire you. You were glistening, folds completely soaked and puffy.

“Please, Flip.” You pleaded, needing him.

“So greedy, honey.” Flip tutted before sliding back into your pussy so effortlessly.

Flip fucked you with slow, deep strokes to begin with, relishing every little squeak and whimper that made their way past your lips as he made you feel so good. He put his hand around your neck, forcing your head up so that he could tilt your head up. He wanted to see you as he pounded into you. He wanted to watch as your face twisted in those throes of passion.

“You like that, sweetheart?” Flip chuckled as he saw your eyes almost roll into the back of your head as he hit that soft, spongy part inside of you.

“You fuck me so good.” You babbled.

His hips picked up the pace, cock beginning to hammer into you, his balls swinging, slapping your clit. Your fingers dug into the desk below you, relishing in the pain as your hips were driven into the wood repeatedly.

“I’m gonna fuck you so full, fill you up until your dripping with me.” Dirty words tumbled through Flip’s lips, praising you and the way you felt.

“You gonna cum for me?” It was so quiet that you barely heard it. “You gonna gush all around my dick, honey?” One of Flip’s hands came forward to rub quick, tiny circles at your bundle of nerves.

Your legs tremble as you cum, back arching and toes curling in pleasure. The way you grew tighter around him made him hiss as he forced himself in, again and again, chasing his own release. White, hot, searing pleasure runs through him as he finally cums, emptying himself deep inside of you, his jaw clenching and neck straining as he bucked into you. Flip groaned, making sure to pump himself completely empty.

Neither of you had heard the chime of the doorbell, but both of you would notice the one-dollar bill and change that lay waiting on the counter, left there by a fleeing patron that fell victim to hearing your combined rapture.

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Ruined

|Jacques Le Gris x Fem!Reader|

Short Story

Summary: Once you come of age, you're sent to your brother-in-law's estate to find a husband. After months of deflecting and denying suitors, old and young, you encounter the dangerous squire Jacques le Gris.

Author's Note: Jacques le Gris is a rapist. No matter which point of view you look at, he is a rapist. I would also like to say that I personally hate him. He embodies everything I hate about men and victim blaming in the modern world. Still, at the same time, I am so incredibly enamored by him, primarily due to Adam Driver's acting. Initially, I didn't want to write this story, but it would not leave me alone. Without further ado, here is Ruined. I hope you enjoy it!

WARNINGS: Mentions of rape, period-accurate sexism, noncon elements, extremely toxic masculinity, orgy (non-participating), the reader is a virgin, slight blood play, violence, degradation (Jacques receiving), rough sex, Jacques is not nice until the end, sexual blackmail, unprotected sex, PIV.

(I wrote this story almost a year ago but realized I didn't publish it here for some reason. You'll definitely see how much my writing has changed for the better.)

The obnoxious noises of people chanting draw you out of your trance, sipping wine from a silver goblet periodically to drown everything out. These parties were never your favorite, but you came, observing the party-goers dancing drunkenly as if it was your duty to attend.

You roll your eyes as the crowd cheers, Count Pierre yelling above the rest, a woman on his lap, and bringing your gaze to where the sound is directed.

A young man with raven hair draped around his neck stalks towards a maiden, a smirk on his lips, untying his white tunic. His chest is broad, a sheen of sweat glittering on his skin in the candlelight. He would be so much more attractive if this were a different situation. You could even imagine yourself being the one to pleasure his cock. You roll your eyes, understanding the intentions of this whole charade.

"Jacques, my boy, get on with it," Pierre says, growing impatient with the lack of excitement.

He nods, making wide steps to the woman, circling a wooden table as she runs in the opposite direction he follows. You can't help the groan of distaste that releases, tilting the cup to your lips and turning away, not wanting to see the show.

How could anyone like this? It was blasphemous in the eyes of the Lord. Mary would be weeping for what her son's followers do for fun. You must mention this in your confession, receiving penance for witnessing hedonistic actions, drawing the sign of the cross, wiping the stray dribbles from your lips, and making room for your bed chamber.

Pierre sticks his leather boot out, nearly tripping you as you huff, putting your hands on your hips.

"Where are you going, sister," he questions. "The party has just begun."

Your lips curl into a snarl, your white teeth reflecting the flickers of light.

"It is quite late, my dear brother-in-law. I need to rest my weary body."

Pierre tucks his leg back, a wave of shock washing over you. He fakes a pout, his eyebrows scrunching with a wet lip out. You shake your head, disbelieving his ridiculous antics. Indeed, he wouldn't let you go that easily.

"Awe, my dear sister," he pats his free thigh, "won't you find your rest here on my lap?"

The room erupts with laughter, everyone watching the exchange unfold, wondering how this will end. Your stomach turns inside, revolted by your legal brother's detailed proposal in God's eyes. Hot words of hatred sear your tongue's end, begging you to be free, but you bite it. He was, after all, above you, gifting you a home while searching for a husband. You were indebted to him. Saying no was not an option. Your eyes meet Jacques, a look of surprise as if he never knew you were here in the first place— a typical man, keeping his head trained on one hole at a time.

Pushing all the bile and anger, you plaster a smile, accepting the offer and sitting across from the finely dressed lady. Pierre runs his calloused fingers along your spine, turning you into stone as you set your gaze on the floor.

Everyone's eyes had left except for one, the only pair you didn't want on you as you sat in defeat, cheeks fuming. Jacques was intense, his facial hair dusting around the hard line of his mouth, shining with the wetness of the wine. It almost seemed you were his prey now, not the maiden with the ornate burgundy dress. You had no intention of being hunted by him.

With the clap of Pierre's hands, the merriment commences again, Jacques halting for a split second before his pupils are set back to where they were before. The woman is shouting no, over and over again, excitement barely laced in it. Your heart went out to her, a feeling of protection for the circumstance. She had no choice in who fucked her; a status of nothingness gave men the right to do what they wanted. Your gender had just as much value as theirs. Breasts and warm heat should not matter. 

The position in a society fueled the eternal flame of fury in your soul, always wanting to rebel and speak your truth, but the consequences of disrespecting a man were deadly. You were just as helpless as the woman being thrown over Jacques's shoulder and flipped onto the bed, held down by other waiting women.

A hand grips your jaw, forcing your eyes to watch the poor woman be soiled.

"Watch," Pierre commands, saying your name. "Watch him fuck her, and maybe you will learn how to be a good wife for your husband."

You clench your teeth, growling in protest as you watch Jacques enter her from behind. The iniquity of the sounds is enough to stir your core, but the cries of her protest ring louder, maybe laced with a hint of pleasure as the meat from the large feast threatens to exit your throat.

"Here." Jacques's voice was smooth, rolling out his chest like a baritone into your ears, caressing them. "Take some evil inside you," he says, aligning his hips with hers.

Your body jolts, either from the erotic sounds of his words or the disgusting act he was committing on her, as you put a hand over your mouth, jumping from your spot before Pierre can stop you. Incoherent noises were mumbling out of you as you ran to the doors, bursting them open with weight. The onlookers are quiet once more, waiting for a cue from the Lord. Jacques is the only one not paying attention, his vision trained on your retreating form as the girls giggle.

You order your handmaids to draw a bath, telling them to put as many herbs and oils to soothe your racing heart. They listened, bowing their heads in respect as they went off to do their respective duties, and you were in the scented waters in no time.

Take some evil inside you.

The words echoed in your brain, fuzzing all concise thoughts and morals. These parties were always like this, orgies were the most common, but they all seemed consensual. You never heard a woman shout no until tonight. Pierre ordered him to almost rape, teetering on dubiousness and assault.

Why would someone participate in that so willingly?

Jacques could say no and leave, not chase her around like an animal until he jumped on her. He was so attractive and sensual in his movements that even Christ would be shy.

You reached over the top of the tub, picking up the leather-bound book on the stand next to you, attempting to distract your mind from the man that was viciously pounding into as many women as he could in the other wing. A book of poems written in Latin was always your choice.

You had been lost in the pages for hours; the water had turned lukewarm and your skin pruney, but you were too focused as you felt the door slam. You jumped, nearly dropping it into the tub. You were surprised to find visitors, especially this late in the night. You lift your gaze with a quizzical raised brow. The person standing in your bathing room was Jacques Le Gris. You squeal, dipping into the water and covering your chest.

"What the Hell are you doing in here?" You nearly scream, forgetting your place.

He takes a few steps closer as you turn away more, his boots thudding, sending vibrations through the floor as he bends over, picking up your book. He reads the name aloud, almost like a question, and turns the pages, looking for a certain one. Jacques reads it aloud.

"Bibe mihi nisi oculis tuis et ego confirmo in oculis tuis." (Drink to me only with thine eyes, and I will pledge with mine.) He says, eyes flickering to your submerged body. "Vel osculum sed in poculo relinque, et vinum non quaeram." (Or leave a kiss but in thine cup, and I'll not look for wine)

Your muscles relax as you listen to his voice. It sounds the same, but the feeling of it is so much better than before.

"Sitis, quae ex anima oritur, divinum potionem petit." (The thirst from the soul doth rise, doth ask a drink divine.) You turn your body towards him, still covering your chest as you study his lips, how they pucker slightly, and his pink tongue touches his teeth.

Jacques begins to read the following line, but you interrupt him, having read this poem many times, as you peek over the side of the brass tub.

"Sed, ut potui, lovis nectare supponerem, Nolo tuum mutare." (But might I of Jove's nectar sup, I would not change for thine.) He lowers his head a few inches above yours. His intense honey-brown eyes bore into yours.

"Sera tibi roseo misi, non tam honorante, quam ut spem dare non posset arescere." (I sent thee, late, a rosy wreath, not so much honoring thee, as giving it a hope that there it could not withered be.) He reads the line, inching closer and closer.

You lick your lips, lifting yourself as you recite. "Tu autem ibi solus respirasti et mihi remisisti." (But thou thereon did'st only breathe, and sent'st it back to me.)

"Cum crescit et olet, non per se, sed te." (Since when it grows and smells, I swear, not of itself, but thee.)

Jacques closes the book with a slight slap, the tip of his prominent nose gliding across yours as your mouth parts for him. He closes his eyes, leaning in.

"Take some evil inside you."

You pull back, standing in the tub quickly as the water splashes out. Jacques's face turns pale at your rejection, embarrassment clouding his mind. You turn your back to him, grabbing a large towel.

"You know, Sir Le Gris, that poetry would sound heavenly if it wasn't for your filthy mouth." You flip your hair over your shoulder, bending slightly to wring the water out as you hear Jacques approach.

Fear stuns you for a moment, freezing, unsure of what to do or where to go because you know he will not take no for an answer if he reaches you. Suddenly, you spot a mounted dagger over the fireplace. You stroll as if you planned to walk over all along. He catches up in no time, pinning you to the stone, his form pressed into your back as he buries his nose in your neck, sniffing. You try not to cringe, even though everything in your body tells you to do so. You can't show him you're afraid.

"Would you like to rub my oils on Sir Le Gris?" You try to hide the tremble in your voice, staying frozen in place.

"Mmm," he moans, "I would love to." He moves away from you, finally giving you the chance to breathe.

"They are over there." You point to the shelf with glass bottles and vials as he nods. Turning his back on you, you reach for the dagger, silently prying it off the display. "You can pick whatever oil you want, Sir."

Jacques studies each one, popping off the corks and glass lids, smelling them until he finds something he enjoys, and walks back over. He opens the bottle, the smell of roses wafting in the air as he pours some out into his hands, massaging your neck.

If this was any other circumstance, you might adore basking in it, but it isn't. You're with a man who has no concept of consent, a man who would bend you onto the hearth and fuck your weeping body. He reaches down to your shoulders, halting when he feels your resistance on the cloth; not letting him remove it, he overpowers you, pushing it down. You clutch the dagger closer to your bare chest as his fingers glide down your biceps and back, slick with the oil.

"You are so stiff, my sweet."

You shudder at the endearment, trying to relax your tense muscles. Jacques's hand travels down your chest, encompassing the small flat area as his fingertips touch the top of your breast.

"Stop," you command with a flat voice. Jacques ignores you, continuing to massage your intimate parts.

You turn around, flying at lightning speed, and put the dagger's tip to his throat, only enough to draw a trickle of blood.

"When a woman says stop, you stop, Jacques. When a woman says no, you listen." The words fly out of your mouth, anger for seeing the filthy action he committed on that woman from the party.

His lack of terror frustrates you. Even with a knife to his throat, he radiates arrogance. You push him backward across the room, still at his throat, pinning him to the large wooden door. He stands there in surprise, his arms up in surrender, more startled than afraid.

"I could end your life in a second, you scoundrel, yet you show no fear."

Jacques laughs. He laughed dark and deep, his perfectly crooked teeth sparkling as his Adam's apple bobs. You slide the blade with your neck craned; the edge is now piercing. Your face scrunches with fury bringing your knee up to his stomach, causing him to laugh more, slightly doubled over.

"Do you have such a low view of women that you take it in jest when they threaten your life?" You spit. His joy subsides a bit, chest still slightly bouncing.

If you slid the blade across his neck at this moment, his throat would slit, spilling his tarnished blood on your naked body, yet he still doesn't seem to care. His eyes travel down you, still damp from the bath. You slam his shoulder into the door with your fist, trying to assert dominance over him, not allowing him to look. You suppose this is a precarious pose, leg hiked up, hand on his shoulder, giving him perfect access to your womanhood.

Your stance falters at the thought, Jacques taking it as the perfect opportunity to grab you. The blade slides across his arm, flinching for just enough time to run, but he grabs you at the waist, the soles of your feet sliding across the stone floor. You yelp as he flings you over his shoulder, your legs and arms kicking as you scream for him to stop. He doesn't listen, opening the door to your bed chamber and throwing you down on your mattress.

Your body displays perfectly for him, with a slight sheen on your flush body. He devours the sight of you, ripping off his sweat-stained tunic as you push yourself off the sheets and away from him, running towards the exit. Jacques cuts you off, hunched over in a stance that resembles the one at the party, his arms out. You step to the side, and he mirrors it. You step to the other, and the same thing happens again.

"If you run, I will only chase you," he says with a predator's grin.

You look around desperately for anything to help you escape him. You spot a candle stick, sprinting to it, knocking the lit wax onto the floor as it rolls to Jacques's feet; his boot steps on it, snuffing the flame.

"Oh, my darling, you must be careful. You wouldn't want to cause a fire. Our fun might end." His voice is condescending as he stalks you.

"I will set this whole castle on fire before I ever have fun with the likes of you, swine."

A glob of spit flies out of your mouth, landing on his cheek. The pads of his fingers touch it, wiping it on them and bringing them to his mouth, sucking. He hums, popping them from his lips with a smile.

"You taste so sweet." He closes the space between you. "I would shun Jove's cup away every chance if it meant I could taste your nectar instead."

You grip the brass candle stick tightly, offended that he would reference a poem so dear, ready to swing at any moment. Jacques notices, smiling to himself. Your legs rub together at his words, a mind of their own.

His lips crash on yours, destroying any thought that you might not want this, and you drop your weapon, wrapping your fingers in his raven locks. You can feel him grin, happy to have won, his hand lacing itself on your neck.

You part for air as Jacques spins you around, sliding his other hand down your body to your aching mound, parting the wet folds with his digits. You gasp at the contact, your knees buckling as his grip holds you up.

"For a lady who put up so much of a fight, you are impossibly weak under my touch," he mocks, relishing his victory.

You glare at the wall with the brutal honesty of his words. You didn't put up much of a fight when his mouth finally met yours, even dropping your only form of protection.

"Silence." You demand, not wanting to hear any more of his taunts.

An exploratory finger glides over a sensitive spot on your heat, causing you to gasp and grip Jacques's trousers. He swipes over it, and you cry out at the foreign sensation, panting. You can feel the pride radiate from his demeanor at seeing your weakness, slowly rubbing circles on the bud.

You have never felt like this before, being taught never to explore that private area of your body, leaving it only for your husband to use. This pleasure wasn't something that society taught you. Yes, you watched many people fornicate at Count Pierre d'Alençon's gatherings but never allowed yourself to participate. He would have loved it if you did, but you had one duty to attend: finding a husband.

It was already so tricky finding anyone you could stomach, all the suitors decrepit and at death's door. You wanted to marry for love when you were younger. The idea of a fairytale romance clouded your eyes as a child, but once you bled for the first time, you were sat down and told of your duties. Accept whatever man had the most money, influence, or power and fill your stomach with his kin. But you wanted something else. The suitors also knew it, as you destroyed any notion of a small and obedient wife.

At times you were sure Pierre would throw you out as you brushed off and disrespected every man that came, but some of you knew he liked the entertainment. If only he could see you now.

Naked and moaning like a whore as Jacques assaulted your heat with his fingers, you loved the sinfulness of it all, Jacques breathing heavily into your ear as he worked you like a loom, rubbing in circles as pressure began to build in your stomach. Your hips were moving, seeking more friction. You can't control your body, the lust of the devil taking over your mind, a he kept touching that exact spot.

It was so intense, the new feeling, almost too much, you wanted to scream obscenities and thrash around, but he held you firm. Your toes curled as you stomped on the ground, a wave of ecstasy crashing into you as you screamed. Your body caved in on itself as you struggled in Jacques's grip, still rubbing the used nub. You twitched and spasmed as the aftershocks of your high jolted through your body, mumbling to yourself.

"It's-it's too much. Please. Stop." You beg as tears form from the overstimulation.

Jacques shushes you with kisses along your face, calming his fingers slightly, and you breathe a sigh of relief, head dropping as his hand still chokes.

"Have you ever experienced this before, a man's touch?" He whispers seductively, nose burying in your hair.

You're too dazed to think of a witty retort, Jacques pulling your consciousness away.

"No. I have to save myself."

"For who?" Jacques asks, removing his paws from your naked skin.

"My husband." You answer plainly.

Some of you have always wanted to explore your features this way, but you are always too scared, never taking the risk. You felt they would know what you had done by the look on your face, throwing you to live with pigs for the rest of your life. He chuckles at your lack of restraint, happy to have brought your defenses to a standstill as he slowly sways you to the bed, closing your eyes. You think he might leave you there, tucking you in for the night. You wouldn't protest with your achy limbs.

"You're still intact?"

You shoot up, eyes wide, as you realize what will happen. What?" That is all you manage to say, scared to admit the truth. Maybe if you didn't, he would lose interest and leave.

He rests his knees on the bed, your legs between his as he repeats.

"You are still intact?"

"Sir le Gris, I beg you to leave my chambers." Your voice weavers, sobering up, trying to keep a modicum of strength.

You slide off the bed, Jacques grabbing and flipping you as you swipe the candle stick from the floor. He crawls over the top, dragging his hair along your back as you feel his hands dip the bed, stick biting into your chest.

"I will ruin you for every man," Jacques whispers, face centimeters away from your ear, his facial hair tickling your skin as he peppers kisses along your neck.

The logical part of your brain wanted to stop this, realizing that you would fail if your future husband wanted to see if you were still a virgin. They'll declare you a whore, a harlot, sabotaging every suiter who enters the door. With your personality, you knew that your virtue would appeal more than money to them, and Jacques Le Gris would take it away. But the way his lips delicately kissed your skin, his hair lightly stroking it, taking the words out of your mouth as he reached your hips.

He removed his body from yours, shucking his black trousers onto the floor. You grip the candle stick tighter. This was your chance to fight back, stopping him from taking your only decent quality in man's eyes, but you didn't. You just lay there, waiting patiently for him.

A part of you wanted this, to know what it felt like and to discard any chance of finding a betrothed. You couldn't be tied to domestics, organizing feasts, caring for little ones, and then laying down to a man you could never love. It would be pure Hell, and you could not accept that. You would rather die alone without your honor than live a day under a man's boot.

Jacques grips your hips again, pulling you towards the edge of the mattress, legs hanging off the end as he spits on his shaft, stroking it. You turn your head to take a peak. The length is impossible; you had never seen one this long or wide, glistening with his seed at the tip. He catches you staring, smirking at your shocked expression, glad to have finally put you in your place.

He positions himself at your entrance, rubbing his hands on your ass almost gently as he pushes into the hilt. You scream, silencing it into the blankets as he pulls out, only to slam back in again. Tears burst from your eyes at the blinding pain of being stretched, his blatant disregard for your comfort.

"Jacques, it-it hurts." You beg, body shaking, the salty streams of water cascading down your face and into your mouth. "Please, slow down."

Your trembling voice breaks him from his trance, realizing he can't treat you the way he does with other women, not if both of you were to enjoy it. He pulls out, turning your body, seeing your tear-stained face and the candle stick you had been hiding, throwing it off to the side. Jacques smirks, proud to have won your mercy. He didn't know how long he would worry about you trying to kill him. He was proud of the magic his cock could work, but he didn't think it was that powerful, willing someone as strong and aggressive as you into submission. He bent over your body, kissing you, sucking on your lips gently, as your fingers combed threw his hair.

"I'm sorry, my darling, I should have remembered you are not like the rest. So fragile and delicate." He smiles, getting a waft from the oil he put on you earlier. "Like a rose. Ma rose. Beautiful and elegant, but if you aren't wise, she will prick you with her thorns."

You're sure his terms of affection come from pure physical attraction, trying to calm you so he could get back to fucking you like a rabbit. But the feeling that crept into your bones and heart at his words wanted to tell you something different.

He slowly drags them across your velvet walls, relishing in the tiny moans and whines he pulled from your chest. This time, his hand went down to your womanhood, using your juices to coat his fingers before he slid in, stretching you but not as comprehensively as his cock. You gripped onto the arms that caged you, your fingernails digging into the toned muscles as he dipped his head into the crook of your neck, softly biting the flesh.

You felt your peak rising quickly as he stroked you with curled fingers, your heat clenching and twitching around him. Jacques didn't need you to say anything to know you were close. Your body told him everything he needed as he quickly exited before your climax, ignoring your protests. He brought the digits to his mouth, coated in blood and nectar as he sucked, eyes rolling back at the tangy taste.

You watched in awe as his tongue licked it, dipping into all the crevices. He leaned down, hesitating momentarily as he reached your lips before you parted them and then dove in, mixing the taste of you and him. You moaned through your nostrils, eyelids fluttering as your tongues danced together, wrapping your legs around his waist. You were tired of waiting now that he showed you what sex could feel like, frustrated by its denial. You pulled his hair, tugging his face away as you looked into his hazel-brown irises.

You had never been this close to Jacques to appreciate his beauty truly; the freckles and moles dotted his cheeks and around his nose. He almost looked like the Roman statues you had seen in books, with his face and body chiseled from stone.

"Please," you whispered on his damp skin, "I need you inside me."

Jacques had waited for those words his entire life, eyes rolling back at the wave of arousal he got from them. He positioned his cock at your abused mound again, sliding in slowly as he watched your expression.

It was painful again, tensing and scrunching as he held back the best he could, bottoming out. The feeling of him so impossibly deep made you gasp. You were sure he was in your guts. You slowly ground your hips against him, trying to seek the pleasure you now knew he could give you. He smiled at your eagerness, happy to have turned the stiff woman into a puddle in his hands.

He finally gave you what you wanted, pulling back and sliding back in. Your walls finally adjusted to his overall size, welcoming him in. Like earlier, he worked that sweet spot inside you, stoking the fire smoldered inside into a small flame. You wanted more now that you realized what was possible, snatching his body close to yours as you angle your hips up, inviting him to go the pace he wanted. And Jacques did, slamming into your body as he fucked you deeply, breasts bouncing from the force.

You moaned loudly, head rolling to the side as the pleasure took over, Jacques wrapping a large palm around your throat again to hold you in place.

"Oh Lord," you shouted, "please forgive me. Now that I know of this sinful ecstasy, I may never stop."

Jacques smiled, happy that he ruined and corrupted you like he said he would, a new wave of primal desire controlling him. He yanks you to the end of the bed again, slamming your body into him as he stands upright, grabbing your waist and fucking into you as hard as he can, gritting his teeth.

You pant, excited by the new position he thrusts into rapidly, the now familiar pressure quickly building in your stomach.

"I am going to ruin you for every man." Jacques reiterates from before. "So, when your husband is fucking you like an untrained dog, all you will think of is me."

His black mop of hair sticks to his sweaty forehead as he continues pumping into you, holding himself back until you climax for him. He hikes your leg over his shoulder, pistoning in you impossibly deeper, hitting the same spot repeatedly until you snap. Your vision goes white as you arch your back, screaming at the bursting pleasure in your stomach. Jacques grins, proud to have you writhing under him as he spills inside you, seed filling up your hole as you both continue panting.

Jacques pumps into you carefully, slowly riding your highs together as your pulse slows, breathing calmly. His hand slowly snakes its way to yours, hooking a cautious pinky. He pulls out, gently dropping your leg as he collapses beside you, spent from the activities together, staring up at the ceiling.

His digit is vast compared to yours, the size of your index, as he takes the invitation to wrap all of them under your plan, bringing the back of your hand to his lips. You stare at him, an eyebrow raised at the unexpected display of affection.

"Thank you for giving yourself to me, ma rose. For letting me have your virtue." You look down at the intertwined hands and then at his face, skeptical, seeing his sincere expression.

"You are welcome," you giggle. "Though I always imagined it would be my husband, now I don't think I need one for that anymore."

Jacques laughs, a naturally bellowing whole-body one, and shakes his head.

"With all due respect, my lady, I don't think you needed me to show you that." You mirror his emotions, silently agreeing with him as he gets up, searching for the lost garments during your adventures.

You attempt to stand, legs faltering as pain shoots through your core, using the bed for balance. Luckily, Jacques is in the bathing room collecting his tunic as you walk over to the candle and holder, putting them back.

Cold, wet fabric on your back causes you to jump, turning around to see Jacques fully clothed with a wash rag in hand. You wince at the freezing temperature of it, grabbing his wrist. You look at him perplexed as he leads you back to the bed, parting your legs as he drags them across your core, cleaning up the dried blood and fluids.

"I can do that, Sir." You protest, uncomfortable with the amount of concern he is showing you.

"I know you can." He chuckles to himself, shaking his head, and continues. You don't stop him, letting the man care for you this time.

Once he's done, you reach for the cloth to discard, but he yanks it out of the way, folding it and stuffing it in a pocket. You put your hands on your hips, shaking your head.

"And what are you going to do with that le Gris?" You ask in an admonishing tone.

"Oh, this?" He questions, feigning innocence. "This is just for me... and any other suiter who decides to court you."

Your face pales, your playful expression dropping as you go to grab for him, his body surprisingly fast for the bulk of it. You try again, and he expertly dodges towards the door.

"Give it back, Jacques," you demand, done with his games.

He smiles and shakes his head, patting where the tainted fabric is stored. You reach for it once more as he opens your bed chamber door and slips out, shutting it on your naked body. He knows you can't leave, or everyone will see you; although some might be pleased, you still stay inside, pounding on the door as you yell his name.

***

You sit silently at the table with Count Pierre d'Alençon and his wife, your sister, eating the day's first meal. You needed that after last night, still fuming after what Jacques did.

That damn scoundrel.

Pierre puts his knife down with a "clang," causing your sister and you to perk up, expecting an explanation for the sound as he wipes his lips.

"Jacques le Gris came to my chamber last night," he begins. A lump forms in your throat as you freeze, terrified about what his following words would be."I found it very odd, him being here that late after the party, but nevertheless, he said it was necessary."

Indeed Jacques didn't blast Pierre about what you did last night; he already had proof enough that he didn't need to say anything.

"You came up in the conversation, my dear sister," he says as he points a jeweled finger.

You swallow, plotting all the terrible things you will do to Jacques the next time you see him.

"He proposed a marriage to you."

You drop all your silverware on the floor, face in shock at the reveal. Jacques has already ruined all chances of future courtiers, even going a step further and ruining your prospects of freedom. Why the Hell would he do that?

"I, of course, said that he would have to follow the process like any other man. He would get no special treatment just because he is my friend."

He steals your virtue and now your only chance of freedom.

"What do you say, my dear sister?" He asks, ripping your mind for your thoughts.

You stare blankly, unsure how to respond to something as ridiculous as that and clear your throat.

"Jacques le Gris is like all of the men from before and will be like all of the men after," you reply.

Pierre smiles at your answer, happy to know the two most headstrong, fiery people he knows will go toe to toe. This will be a duel for the ages.

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Daddy Lessons

Kylo Ren x Reader

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 3,103

Warnings: Pregnancy, Mentions of Non-Con, Mentions of Kidnapping, Brief Mention of Vomit, Oral Sex

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Kylo Ren was a patient man.

Patient enough to keep a straight face beneath his mask whenever you swung at him, when you screamed, when you protested, when you threw various items. He was a man who had a bite bigger than his bark, with the ability to pin you against the wall or have you face-down on his bed without making a sound.

He knew that you’d be difficult for the first few weeks, it’s not like you came here willingly. And he was willing to wait until you finally fucking admitted that your life on the Supremacy was a thousand times better than your life back on the cesspool that was Daiyu.

The first few days sucked when he had you leashed to the headboard of his bed, the beskar chain just long enough for you to use the bathroom when you needed. He hand-fed you meals you had never heard of, expensive, incredibly seasoned foods. The same hands that stroked your hair, that squeezed your throat when you would talk back or spit at him, that violated you several times a day, sometimes even in your sleep.

You often wondered what he looked like behind that mask - you knew he was human at least, because of those warm, alabaster hands with long, thick fingers that stuffed your pussy and kept you feeling full for hours.

All you knew was that Kylo Ren was fucking ruthless, a man who didn’t take no for an answer, a man who took you for the sake of his own entertainment, who killed for work and for sport. He was sick and he knew it, shameless whenever he fucked you and shut you up with a Force compulsion.

But the worst part was that you were starting to like him.

And then, he was gone.

A three-month long mission, he explained, leaving you in his quarters with nothing but a holotv and two of his knights who stayed behind. Ushar and Kuruk took turns checking on you several times a day, bringing you meals and updating Kylo about you on the daily. At least you weren’t leashed, and you could finally take bubble baths without worrying about him storming in and groping you beneath the water.

Your mind often wandered, curious as to what your fate would be if Kylo’s mission failed and he never made it back home. You worried about the future, unsure of what was to become of you even if he did make it back. Would he eventually get bored of you and drop you off on some desert planet? Would he ever take off his mask, and when? Was he planning on having a future with you that would ever be…normal?

Sixteen days after Kylo’s departure, you woke up in the middle of the night, immediately finding yourself rushing to the toilet as you leaned over it and emptied your dinner’s contents from earlier. As if on cue, Ushar let himself inside, standing in the doorway of the bathroom as you lowered the toilet’s lid, resting your cheek against it.

“I’ll have Medbay send a nurse,” Ushar spoke lowly, watching you with the same impossible-to-read expression behind his mask as Kylo would.

“No, it’s fine,” You whispered shakily. “Just…give me a few minutes.”

Ushar sighed, pulling out his datapad and typing away, ignoring your request.

“Ushar-“

“Master Ren said to have a nurse check you if you exhibit any signs of illness or injury, Miss Ren.”

You fought the urge to roll your eyes, both at his statement and at the name he often addressed you as despite your protests.

A few minutes passed, your nausea finally fading away, your body feeling surprisingly normal again once you had gotten yourself up from the bathroom floor and brushed your teeth. You made your way out of the bathroom, Ushar sitting in one of Kylo’s lounge chairs as a nurse finished setting up a scanning device.

“I’m going to check your vitals, ma’am. You may sit wherever is most comfortable.”

You nodded at her words, finding yourself back on Kylo’s bed, sitting comfortably near the pillows. The nurse held the scanning device in her hand, running it over your forehead and down to your navel a few times, the blue holographic light on it drawing your attention. You missed seeing colors, the Supremacy was constantly drowning in dark slates and Kylo’s quarters were no exception. His black silk sheets, black leather chairs, black marble bathroom and black wardrobe of clothing were nearly identical in hue to the expanse of deep, dark space just outside of the windows.

A few soft beeps sounded in the silent room, the nurse glancing down at her datapad and looking over the results.

“You seem to have a normal temperature, nothing seems to be out of the ordin- oh.”

You spoke up as her face paled. “Oh?”

“Is there a problem?” Ushar watched like a hawk from his seat, cocking his head. The nurse’s hands shook as she gave him the datapad, letting him scan over the results as well.

A beat, then a deep chuckle.

“I see.”

“What?” You furrowed your eyebrows, throwing your hands up. “I would like to know what’s wrong with my body.”

“Well, it seems that you are, um…” The nurse hesitated, gathering her words.

“You are with child, Miss Ren.”

You could already feel the smirk behind Ushar’s mask. You could have sworn your heart stopped. You couldn’t recall when you had last taken a breath of air.

“I’ll alert Master Ren immediately,” Ushar stood up, unlocking his data pad as you finally choked out a word.

“…No.”

Ushar’s gaze snapped up at you as the nurse began packing her things, making a quiet exit.

“No?”

“Don’t…h-he just left- it’s only been two weeks-“

“This would be far more important to him than the mission, Miss Ren.”

“Ushar, please,” You begged, your eyes beginning to fill up with tears. “Just let me have this one thing. I’ll tell him when he’s back.”

“We cannot keep secrets from Master Ren. Especially regarding your health-”

“Please.” A single tear began rolling down your cheek, stopping at your jawline and dripping onto the soft comforter below. “I haven’t had control over my life in months…my body, this… baby, is the one thing I have left. Let me tell him after the mission.”

A beat. Then, a deep sigh.

“Okay.”

-

Three months passed by rather quickly.

You had taken two more pregnancy tests immediately after your revelation with the nurse and Ushar, just to be sure. Both of them came up as positive, but you still struggled to comprehend that there was a living thing growing inside of your womb.

A fetus that was half of him.

You started to believe it more by the second month of Kylo’s absence. Your breasts were extra tender and were beginning to get more swollen, you had mood swings that Ushar and Kuruk had to unfortunately deal with, your period stopped showing up, and you felt more tired than usual despite the fact that the only physical activity you did in Kylo’s quarters was an occasional set of sit-ups, push-ups, or masturbating.

Not that your fingers could satisfy you the way his would. Or his mouth. Or his…no, gross. You’re still a hostage, remember?

Loneliness began settling in by the third month, and you loathed it. Your pregnancy hormones made you feel extra sensitive, extra needy, and you couldn’t stand the way you somewhat craved his presence when you laid alone in that ginormous bed each night.

But one morning, after you stepped out of the shower, you saw a change in yourself as you glanced at the mirror that you hadn’t noticed even just the day before. Your skin had an extra glow to it, warmth touching it and making you look healthier than ever. Your lower abdomen had a small, but noticeable bump that you could have sworn wasn’t there a day ago. Your breasts were fuller, as were your lips, and your hair was shinier, longer.

You felt…. beautiful?

That heavy feeling of loneliness lifted just a smidge as you placed the palm of your hand on your little baby bump, chewing on your bottom lip. You remembered that you weren’t as alone as you’d thought.

-

“You’ll be able to find out the sex in a few weeks, Miss Ren.”

The nurse, who’s name you’d discovered was Alaia, scanned your belly carefully as you sat on your usual place on the neatly-made bed, a form-fitting but comfortable dress clothing your body. The soft, grey fabric accentuated your curves and your bump, stopping at about mid-calf on you.

“That’s really…wow,” You trailed off, eyeing the datapad in her other hand at the ultrasound. You could see the growing fetus, so small but already developing so quickly. “I can’t believe that twelve weeks have already gone by.”

“I couldn’t believe it when I was carrying my son either,” Alaia chuckled, eyeing the ultrasound carefully. “It’s even crazier when you see them go off to college.”

“Oh gods, don’t make me think about that,” You furrowed your eyebrows, placing your hand on your belly instinctively. “One day at a time.”

She smiled softly. “Exactly, there is no need to think that far ahead, dear. Take it one day at a time and savor every moment.”

“I will. Thank you.”

“It’s my pleasure, Miss Ren. And I’m sure that the Supreme Leader is just itching to get home to you.”

Your face fell slightly as her words, almost forgetting the inevitable that was constantly lingering. The obvious tension that continued to float in the air between you and Ushar. Kylo still doesn’t know.

“He, um,” You whispered softly, wringing your hands together. “I still haven’t told him.”

“Oh?” Her eyes widened.

“You…you won’t tell him, right?”

Alaia gave you an empathetic look, shaking her head.

“Of course not, Miss Ren. That is between you and him. Besides, breaking patient confidentiality would cost me my job, possibly even my life. That rule applies for all of my patients.”

You nodded. “Thank you.”

Alaia smiled, giving the ultrasound and your vitals one last lookover.

“The baby looks very healthy, as do you. Keep taking those prenatal vitamins and try not to stress too much.”

Before you could open your mouth to respond, the door to your quarters swung open, heavy footsteps storming into the room. Kylo stopped in the threshold that separated the bedroom area from the kitchen and living room area, his chest heaving.

“Get out. Now.”

His voice in the vocoder of his mask spat like venom as he addressed Alaia, who was quickly packing her things, making her exit. Hearing him again felt unreal - the sound itself brought chills to your arms and to the back of your neck. Your entire body shivered involuntarily as you took in his appearance for the first time in three months, and it was somewhat comforting to see that he looked pretty much the same as he did when he left, not that the mask could look much different anyways.

Kylo’s body looked exhausted, and depraved, his hands in tight fists, knuckles white from the tension begging to snap. Your lips parted and you scrambled to stand up, Ushar rushing in behind him a few seconds later, coming to a screeching halt at the entrance at his Master’s presence.

“Master.”

“Make your exit, Ushar. We’ll discuss this later.”

You stared at the two of them incredulously, your hands grazing your bump, a comforting habit you had. Ushar turned hesitantly, knowing not to push his Master’s orders any further, shutting the door behind him as he went out into the hall.

“You didn’t think,” Kylo began, taking his steps in your direction. “That the moment my ship got back into this fucking region of the galaxy , I wouldn’t sense you?”

Your body shook like a wet kitten.

“I-…I was going to-“

“Tell me? But it what, slipped your mind?” Kylo stopped just a few feet in front of you, mask looming down, towering over you as he drank you in. “It slipped you, and Ushar’s , minds that you were fucking pregnant? With my child?”

That, was precisely what made you snap.

“Your fucking child?” Your eyes narrowed as you feebly attempted to stand your ground, staring deep into the metal ridges of his mask. “The child that I’ve been carrying, that I’ve been developing, inside of my body?”

“Watch it.”

“Or what?” You challenged him, stepping forward. “You’ll smack me around, you’ll fuck me against my will again? You don’t scare me anymore, Kylo. I kept this fucking secret because it was the one thing that I had for myself. You have the entire kriffing galaxy in your hands, including me, and I don’t even get choices anymore!”

His fists relaxed at his sides as you took his unusual silence as a notion to continue.

“So yes, I kept it a secret. Because for the three months you were gone, I wanted to feel like I had the smallest, tiniest bit of control over my life again. And I am certainly not going to let a man whose face I haven’t even seen, by the way, disrespect me for wanting to feel human again.”

Kylo stared at you, a moment of silence happening between the two of you as you briefly pondered if you had just spoken your last words. The dull, comforting sound of the Supremacy hummed like white noise, before being disrupted by the clicking sound of an air release, which you quickly realized was his helmet.

Coming off of his head.

In front of you.

Your shoulders slumped and your eyes widened as you drank in his appearance for the first time, a thousand realizations flooding into your mind. Realizations about the fact that you’d been fucked by this man, about how beautiful your child was going to be, about how grateful you were to know that he truly was human.

His whiskey-colored eyes held a warmth that made your chest ache, full, pink lips, an aquiline nose that made your thighs threaten to squeeze together. His hair fell close to his shoulders, dark waves of onyx that looked incredibly well-maintained, soft, even.

Kylo Ren was fucking unbelievable.

“I figured that some time apart would have been good for us,” He finally spoke, his unmodified voice softening, making your lashes flutter. “That’s why I accepted the mission. To give you some space, to let you be with yourself for a few months so you’d feel less, less-“

“S- um, suffocated?” You stuttered, already irritated at yourself for feeling nervous around him now. Gods, get yourself together.

“Yes. I should’ve considered the probability of this happening, though…” Kylo broke his stare from your eyes and directed his gaze to your little bump.

“You would’ve cut the mission short if I’d let Ushar tell you.”

He focused on the bump, his fingertips gently grazing it through your dress fabric.

“Of course I would’ve.”

“I wasn’t going to let you do that.” You whispered, your voice trembling as he stroked you, closing his eyes for a moment. He was doing something with the Force, probably reaching out to your kid who was currently floating idly in amniotic fluid. Sensing them. A bit of jealousy tugged at your hormonal mind.

“You better not be securing your place as their favorite parent with that mind stuff you do.”

Kylo chuckled, his eyes blinking open and locking onto yours. “Relax, little one. I was just getting a feel for them.”

“So,” Your eyes involuntarily darted between his and his lips. “You’re not mad? About…this?”

“The only thing I was upset about was that I couldn’t be here to watch over the two of you for the last few months.”

“Well,” You whispered, watching as he lowered down to his knees, trying to ignore the fluttering sensation in your chest from the sight of him this way. “You’re here now, and I’ve had a great nurse, and the knights have been helpful, and…I’m sorry for not telling you sooner.”

Kylo’s hands cupped the sides of your bump as he pressed his lips against it, digging his nose into you. Something about the sight of you pregnant, the feeling of his child growing inside of you, had the scariest man in the galaxy on his knees, in a daze of absolute awe.

“Let me make it up to you for storming in earlier.”

He mumbled against the fabric of your dress, toying with the hem near your calves and slipping his hands up, pulling the bottom of your dress up. You hated how easily you ached for his touch now, not realizing how horny your hormones could make you until his hands felt like fire on your skin.

“D-don’t you have to speak to Ushar- fuck, ” You whispered when his hand reached your panties, his thumb pressing against your clit through the cotton.

“I’m p-pretty sure he’s waiting outside the door-“

Kylo hummed, lifting your dress high enough to drape over his head as he tugged your panties down, exposing your cunt.

“Ushar can wait.”

His thick fingers gripped your thighs, guiding you to take a few steps back, until you were forced to sit on the bed, leaning back into a lying position.

“I- um- ohhh…”

You scrambled to move your dress fabric more as you tugged at his soft hair, a moan slipping out of you as Kylo sucked on your clit, his tongue swiping along every bit, every crevice of your lower regions. He growled against your cunt, the vibrations in his throat making your hips buck.

“You look so fucking pretty, your tummy getting full with our baby, don’t you?” He groaned against you, eliciting a sweet hum of confirmation from your lips. One of his hands slid north, pawing at your breast, the tenderness making you dizzy.

“A little dream, all for daddy?”

“Mhmm…” You whimpered again, gasping as he went down on you, savoring every bit of your cunt like it was his first meal since the mission. It probably was.

Ushar left his waiting post outside of the door the moment he heard your muffled whining and Kylo’s hips slapping against you. He decided to send Kylo a quick text instead, making his way to the cantina that was a short elevator ride down.

DATPD 08179:

Congratulations, Master.

We knew you could get it up.

Sent 17:36

-

The dress: https://skims.com/products/soft-lounge-long-slip-dress-heather-grey?variant=34535377404036&glCountry=US&glCurrency=USD&gclid=CjwKCAjwrZOXBhACEiwA0EoRD7a9iyzIX0-ZA9eRbgyADJqz4OLPMJglsAPYqERw6ZqVImp-MvGrqxoCeVUQAvD_BwE

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[trashpandafiction]

Thank You - One Shot

Summary: (#30 on this prompt list. ) A rainy day with your roommate and best friend, Adam, turns into a bit more. Pairings: Adam Sackler x Reader Word Count: 1,250 A/N: I am terrible at summaries. This is purely self-indulgent because I am trash for Adam Driver and wanted to write something involving him.

Please do not repost or redistribute my work! Reblogs are welcome!

It had been pouring rain all day, so your plans to go shopping sounded less fun than they had when you made them. Instead, you threw on your favorite pair of joggers and a long-sleeve shirt that you stole from your roommate and best friend, Adam. Your plan was to order delivery, watch your favorite guilty pleasure shows, and maybe do something creative, but you’d only do it from the comfort of the couch.

          You had gotten situated on the large sectional and just grabbed the remote when you heard the front door opening, followed by a groan. Looking over, you saw Adam in a soaking wet jacket, his hair dripping, and a plastic bag in each of his hands.

          “Why didn’t you drive?” you asked him.

          “I did. This was just from the trip from my car into the building.” he replied, kicking his shoes off.

          “Why don’t you go get changed? I’ll put your clothes in the dryer.” You said, standing up from the couch.

          He set the bags he was holding on the counter and shrugged out of his jacket and jeans, right in the entryway. “Don’t look in those bags yet.” He said before going down the hall to the bathroom.

          “Noted.” You chuckled softly as you grabbed his discarded clothes and headed to the laundry room to get them in the dryer.

          Adam came behind you and put his jeans and shirt inside the dryer with his other clothes and a towel. “Have you eaten?”

          “Not yet, I was thinking about ordering something.” You replied, getting the dryer started. “What are you hungry for?”

          “Order whatever you want. Pizza?” he replied, slowly walking backwards out of the room.

          “Pizza’s good.” You nodded, following him out of the room.

          You followed him into the living room and sat back down on the couch, grabbing your phone so you could order pizza. It came about forty-five minutes later, and you both ate while watching a rerun of Law and Order. After you both cleaned everything up, Adam grabbed the bag from the counter and brought it over to the coffee table. He set it down and sat next to you, gesturing to the bag.

          “What?” you asked.

          “Open it.” He said.

          You looked at the bag and then back at him. “Is it gonna jump out at me or something?”

          “No, nothing like that, just open it.” He shook his head.

          You leaned forward and opened the bag, looking inside carefully. You pulled out adult coloring books, markers, colored pencils, and crayons. Then you pulled out your favorite snacks and two puzzles. “What’s all this for?” you asked, turning to look at him.

          “I know you said you were supposed to shop, but I know that whenever it pours like this, you like to stay home.” He shrugged.

          “Adam, you didn’t have to get me all of this.” You smiled.

          “I know. Technically it’s not all for you though, I already claimed this one.” He said, grabbing one of the coloring books.

          You watched him as he moved to the floor between the couch and the coffee table, wasting no time opening the markers and pencils. “You’re staying home on a Saturday night to color with me and do puzzles?”

          “Why’s that so hard to believe?” he asked and looked up at you. “Come on.”

          You smiled, shaking your head as you moved to sit next to him. “Adam, this is…thank you.” You nudged his arm gently.

          “You’re welcome.” He said and nudged you back.

          The two of you colored before switching to the sketchbook and trying to draw the strangest monster you could both come up with. While you did so, you chatted about a little bit of everything, joking, and discussing deeper topics. After finishing a page in your coloring book, you leaned back and watched him, he was taking his time with a drawing, and you couldn’t help but smile.

          He looked over at the pile of markers and noticed you watching him, so he looked at you. “What?”

          “Nothing.” You shrugged. “This just means a lot to me. I know it’s not a huge thing, but it still means a lot.”

          “Well, you mean a lot to me so making you happy is a mutually good time.” He said and picked up a marker.

          It caught you off guard. You both were close, and you were sure there were mutual feelings between you two, but neither of you acted on it. “You mean a lot to me too, Adam, and I love you.” You smiled.

          “I love you too.” He said and began coloring another spot on his coloring page.

          “I’m gonna find a way to pay you back for this, you know.” You said and started coloring a spot on your coloring page.

          “You already have.” He shrugged.

          “How?” you asked and looked over at him. You both did plenty for each other, that’s what friends did. He watched terrible horror movies with you, you took him to auditions and listened to his rants when they didn’t go well. Neither of you felt obligated to, you just did it. But this seemed like a special circumstance.

          “I had nothing to live for, but then you came into my life. So, thank you.” He deadpanned, looking at the markers to pick another one.

          You looked at him and smiled some. “Yeah right.” He said it so nonchalantly, you thought he was joking. “Are you serious?”

          “Yeah.” He said and looked over at you.

          He wasn’t joking about this. “Adam…”

          “I’m serious.” He said.

          You didn’t know what to say to him, so you pushed the coffee table back gently and knelt in front of him. “You never told me that.”

          “Well, I didn’t know how you’d feel about how I feel about you.” He shrugged.

          “What if I felt the same way about you?” You asked softly.

          He looked up at you, tapping a marker against your knee gently. “How do we feel?”

          “Like there’s something more than friendship here.” You said. Maybe it was the cozy feeling of the night, or maybe it was him being vulnerable with you, but it felt like the time to get everything out in the open. “Is that how you feel?”

          He sat up and put his hand on the side of your neck, his thumb running along your jaw. “I don’t have arts and crafts night with just anyone.”

          You smiled and leaned into his touch. “Aren’t I special?” you teased.

          “I guess.” He teased back.

          “Is this gonna make things different between us?” you asked him, your hands resting on his chest.

          “I hope so.” He nodded, leaning in slowly.

          “Me too.” You whispered, leaning in to close the space between you.

          He pressed his lips against yours, his hand moving to the back of your neck to bring you closer to him. You moved your hand to his collar, holding it gently as you kissed him back. It was like a weight had been lifted between you.

          You broke the kiss slowly to take a breath, smiling as he kissed along your jaw. “Thank you.”

          “For what?” he asked and looked up at you, his free hand moving to rest on your hip.

          You didn’t know how to put your feelings into words. “Everything.”

          He nodded and kissed you gently. “Thank you, too.” He kissed you again and then looked up at you. “I’m still gonna win our monster drawing contest.” He grinned.

#(my writing.) #(one shots.) #adam driver fic #adam driver fanfic #adam driver fanfiction #adam sackler x reader #adam sackler x you #reader insert #adam sackler #hbo girls

[ohsolonelyghosts]

New Years Kiss

Characters: Maurizio Gucci x Reader

Word Count: 887

Note: Happy New Year everyone! I wanted to write this up real quick, it's not much, but I was really feeling Maurizio on this tonight. I typed it up really quickly, just wanted to get something out TONIGHT before it turned midnight on the west coast (where I'm at!)

Phrases to know: *Guarda quanto sei bella - Look how gorgeous you are

*Amore mio - my love

Contents/Warnings: Fluff, kissing, pretty SFW, some sexual language

You and Maurizio had just landed in New York City. He claimed he was here strictly on business, but it was a holiday and you knew it. 

While he did have business meetings to attend, you stayed in the luxurious hotel room he had booked for the two of you. However, he promised you two would explore the city after the meeting today. After all, it was New Year's Eve. 

You were applying your lipstick when you heard the door open and click shut. 

“Love?” Maurizio quietly called, peeking around the corner to see you in the bathroom. He stood behind you in the bathroom, completely taking in your appearance while you finished up your makeup. 

“Guarda quanto sei bella.” 

You turned around, eyebrows raised at your husband. He was never light about compliments, showering you with them constantly. You smiled up at him, his hands finding your waist. Maurizio pulled you in, pecking at your lips a few times. 

You pulled back slightly, humming. 

“Thank you,” you whispered, fluttering your eyelashes. 

“Any time, Bellissimo.” 

You both exited the bathroom, pulling on the boots you intended to wear out today. Pulling on your stunning white coat to pull your outfit together, Maurizio barely changed his clothes and was ready.

“Men, absolutely no effort, and they can still look good,” you hummed over at him, listening to the chuckle in response. 

“I know, doll, just call me flawless.” 

You rolled your eyes, smiling as he stood in front of you once more. 

“Let’s get going before we can’t move at all out there,” he suggested, holding his hand out, dragging you out of the hotel room. 

Maurizio let you pick any stores to go into, any sights to see, and generally whatever you wanted to do for the rest of the day. 

By the time the sun was setting, you were both walking back into the hotel, not avoiding any crowds. Setting everything you had bought from the day, which wasn’t much, onto the chair in the room, Maurizio looked at you with a slight smirk. 

You looked up from sorting through the new belongings, tilting your head at him. He got that look in his eyes typically when he was in the mood. You shook your head, setting your things down. 

You aimed a finger at him, shaking your head once more.

“Not right now, we were just out all day.” 

Maurizio looked puzzled, giving you a smile. 

“I meant champagne, amore mio. Let’s ring in the new year with some champagne and we can people-watch.” 

You giggled as he picked up the hotel phone to dial for room service. Within no time the bottle showed up in the room, and your husband tipped room service generously. 

You both stood on the balcony, both enthralled with the crowd of people down below. You had no idea how much time had passed, but the crowd grew louder with every passing moment. In a way, it was really fun to see everyone crowd around, pushing and shoving in an attempt to try to get out, or get farther in. 

“People really come here to do this every year?” You questioned, turning your head to him. 

The dark haired male turned his head back to you, looking you in the eyes. 

“It’s a party, why wouldn’t you?” 

You shrugged, a smile creeping onto your face. 

“I don’t think standing in that crowd would be my thing.” 

“Love, we are pretty much here for the party as well,” Maurizio mentioned, shrugging, a hand running through his hair. He straightened out from leaning over the balcony, checking his watch. 

“11:30. So close.” 

Maurizio kissed your forehead, then your nose, then your lips. You both shared a sweet moment, though anyone who looked up could probably see you two. 

He leaned down close to your ear, gently placing a kiss on your earlobe. 

“I am going to give you such a treat after midnight.” 

His words made you shiver in anticipation, eliciting a soft noise from you. When your husband stood up straight one more time, you half closed your eyes in a seductive glance, lips slightly parted up at him. 

“You’ll get one too.” 

Maurizio shuddered, chuckling down at you, giving you one more kiss before turning back and leaning over the balcony again. You dragged your fingernails along his back, leaning gently against him. 

As the time drew closer to midnight, Maurizio pulled out the champagne from inside the hotel room. He was going to pop it over the balcony, and not the safe way, either. 

Soon enough, the crowd began the ten-second countdown. You and your husband looked at each other, bright smiles on your faces. 

When it hit one, Maurizio used the hand that wasn’t holding the alcohol to pull you in, planting a long, loving kiss on your lips. You both grinned into the kiss, pulling away so he could pop the bottle. 

You were both sure that it hit someone in the sea of people down below, worrying you for a second before laughing along with your husband. 

He poured the champagne into the glasses, handing you yours first. You clinked your glasses together, Maurizio planting one more kiss on your lips before you took sips of the alcohol. 

“Happy New Year, Maurizio.”

“Happy New Year, Bellissimo.”

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[thirstbxtch]

Interference

Fandom: Star Wars, The Sequel Trilogy

Rating: Explicit. 18+ only.

Pairing: Kylo Ren/Reader, slight Hux/Reader, No use of Y/N

Warnings: Rape/Non con, Inappropriate use of the Force, Inappropriate use of light sabers, Mentions of Blood, Spanking, Squirting

Hux has interfered with Kylo Ren's work one too many times. Ren decides to interfere with something of his.

AO3

Notes: Yeah this is pretty fucked. Idk. I was writing a Jacques Le Gris fic and then suddenly in the middle of writing that I was writing this. It's almost like I'm living at the bottom of a villainous Adam Driver dumpster. First time writing for Kylo Ren, hopefully he's in character. Drink every time he "hums" (but actually no please don't). Let me know if there are any additional warnings I need to tag. Please validate me.

You're sitting on General Hux's desk, legs spread, your black First Order issued, form fitting skirt slid halfway up your thighs. The general himself stands between them, hands caressing the skin above your knees, carefully kissing the skin of your throat. He's in a good mood and when he's in a good mood, he likes to take his time, likes to praise you in a way his words cannot. He's nipping at your earlobe, really warming you up when the doors to his office open with a sudden crash.

A fuming and unmasked Kylo Ren standing in their ruined wake.

Hux whips his head around in anger.

"Ren, you've returned early."

"You! You have interfered with one of my missions for the last time, you have no right!" The knight yells accusingly, pointing a gloved finger at the general.

"I had to interfere, you were getting ahead of yourself, overconfident as usual," Hux replies, stepping away and shooting you a dismissive glance.

You go to move, to comply with his silent request, but find all of your muscles suddenly frozen, Kylo Ren pinning you in place with a look before returning his attention back to Hux.

"No General, you are getting ahead of yourself by continuing to disrupt my work," Ren seethes and several objects large and small scatter and fly about the office in a pulse of rage. "Don't. Let it happen again," he spits, turning on his heel and storming out of Hux's now destroyed office, finally releasing you from his force hold.

Hux stares disdainfully after him for long moments.

"Fix this, it is late. I'm retiring to my chambers," he orders coolly without so much as a backwards glance.

You activate the holopad at your wrist and begin putting in work orders, summoning repair droids, and sending an order to the pharmacy for a relaxation tonic delivered to his chamber. You also formally enter the incident into General Hux's official record per protocol, though nothing will come of it. You wait for the repair droids to arrive and stick around long enough to ensure that they are repairing and not just causing additional damage.

It's probably half an hour before you're retiring to your own modest chamber to sleep, staring disinterestedly at the pointed toes of your heels as the doors whisper open, then closed, startled when you look up to see Kylo Ren, dark, imposing, sitting on the corner of your bed.

"Kylo Ren, I believe you've created enough work for me already tonight, I will have to ask you to leave as this is highly unusual and against protocol," you quip annoyed and unsure as to what could warrant a personal visit from the knight.

"I was not aware that the nature of your working relationship with General Hux was so intimate," he lilts. The sight that had momentarily greeted him when he stormed into the office was certainly not something he ever expected to encounter, but a welcome revelation nonetheless.

"I am employed to attend to all of General Hux's requests, both professional and personal."

Ren hums.

"As you are for any and all high ranking First Order officials," he says simply, still sitting on the bed, eyes locked with yours.

"Not quite," you correct him.

"How so?"

"General Hux has filed a contract of exclusivity to retain my services personally."

The knight scoffs, amused. What a very Hux like thing to do, however-- it only makes this so much sweeter.

"He must think very highly of you," Kylo Ren muses, rising from the bed and taking a step towards you.

You step back.

"Does he care for you I wonder?"

Forward.

"It would be above my station to speculate."

Back.

Forward.

Back.

Cat.

Mouse.

Until you're back against the edge of your own desk and Ren is towering over you, crowding you in, panic rising in your throat.

"You have no hope of escaping me," he says blithely. "I do want you to know that this nothing personal," dark eyes search yours and the back of a gloved hand brushes your cheek, "collateral is often times-- unavoidable."

A brief but crushing moment of silence and then suddenly he's hauling you up onto the desk and you scream as your heart clenches tight, so very tight with dread and adrenaline.

"Scream all you want, no one will hear you," Ren says calmly, gripping your chin in one hand.

He forces your thighs apart, standing between them, mirroring the image of his interruption. The knight pulls at the recollection in your mind, replicating every touch and kiss that Hux had bestowed on you, thrilling inwardly at the prospect of treading on rival territory.

"You like when he takes his time with you," Ren says softly, echoing your earlier thoughts, "I'll also be taking my time with you."

Because he doesn't stop at tonight's encounter, he searches through your history with the general, revealing every weakness, moments of seduction now enacted by his hand, his touch erasing the one in your mind's eye, his lips tracing your skin in too familiar ways, and your body begins to betray you. You try in vain to force him out, to separate your reality, but you quickly tire from the effort, head aching from his constant intrusion.

His mouth, warm and surprisingly gentle, finds the spot at the crook of your jaw, the one that always makes you weak, his presence overwhelming you, the scent of him, dark and heady, intoxicating, so when he removes a glove to slip his hand beneath your skirt, pushing your underwear to the side, you're hot and slick. He hums, pleased with himself.

"I hate this, I hate you," you hiss.

"I know, I can feel it, your loathing," Ren's voice velvet, eyes locking with yours.

The knight seems to come back to himself now, breaking his reverie, he yanks at the black silk, practically tearing it from your body and unzips himself without ceremony. He enters you in a swift, hard thrust and knocking the air from your lungs in a pained gasp. His size fills you thoroughly, an agonizing kind of relief. He groans low in his throat at the shocked spasm of your walls and at last succumbs to his rage. One hand pinned to your thigh and the other still gloved gripping your jaw because he wants to have his hands on you, wants to leave his mark as he enters you, again, again, never giving you time to adjust, harder, more, you're nothing but an empty vessel for his anger.

Ren is trembling when his release hits him, spilling within you in sharp, broken breaths, face buried in your shoulder. It's long moments before he loosens his grip and withdraws, tucking himself back in. Your core aches with pain and pleasure unfulfilled. He pulls you roughly from the desk, ripping at your uniform until it pools ruined at your feet.

The knight turns you, roughly forcing you down over the desk, soft leather gloved hand trailing down the length of your spine and coming to rest on the small of your back. A boot sliding between your still heeled feet, shoving them apart. There's a click, the sound of an object detaching from his side. Your panic spikes again. Ren flips the saber hilt smoothly in his hand so the cross guard rests in his palm. Briefly, through the lens of his wrath, he admires the curve of your ass, but it does nothing to spare you the stinging pain of the strike he brings down.

A sharp cry escapes you and it turns to ragged, keening begging as he continues to criss cross the saber hilt over your ass. Angry, red welts rising in it's wake, Kylo Ren not ceasing until he's breathless from exertion and your skin is broken in places, blood trickling down the back of your thighs.

The exchange of uneven breaths fills the room and you seethe, cheeks wet with anger, bottom lip bitten swollen and bloody.

"I hope for your sake that General Hux will consider his future courses of action more carefully," Ren comments idly, admiring his work, his destruction of Hux's property.

The cool metal of the hilt runs along your entrance, Ren dragging it through the remnants of his release. There's a phantom pressure at your center, a gentle would be caress, and you bite the inside of your cheek, pushing the sensation away.

Ren hums amused, saber hilt nudging against your cunt.

"It's ok, I want you to enjoy this," he says, calculated tone doing nothing to reassure you.

You can feel him sweeping aside your resistance, replacing it instead with a gradual liquid heat that runs along your nervous system, and you relax against your will. The phantom sensation returns to your core, it feels good, a light whisper friction distracting from the pain previously inflicted. The saber hilt twists against your entrance now as Ren eases it in up to the cross guard. He draws an inhale at the sight, pupils blowing wide. You moan once it's seated and somewhere in the back of your mind, you're vaguely aware that this is humiliating, but that doesn't stop you from moaning again when Kylo Ren gently pulls and twists at the cylinder, cunt gripping it's grooves and ridges.

He sets a slow rhythm, hungrily watching the hilt glisten and disappear, while still exerting his will upon yours, maintaining the phantom pressure at your center with more insistence. His length strains against his breeches, his own lust consuming him, lust that he siphons off to you, making you whimper and push back against the object. The knight focuses, reading your pleasure to find that spot inside you, rocking his weapon hilt against it once he does. The shift is palpable, you're right there, on the edge, he can feel it.

"Say it," he commands quietly because he knows the words are there, lingering just behind your lips, still lodged in subconscious resistance.

"Ren," you whine long and needy, "please."

He sighs a long exhale, giving you what you need, what he's willed you to need, heat sparking along your spine before breaking over you hard, gushing your climax all over Ren's saber hilt, more escaping each time he presses it into you and he groans a low sound in the back of his throat, transfixed, drawing more from you, until the inside of your thighs are slick and the floor beneath you is wet.

His patience worn thin, he frees himself again, entering you for a second time, sliding in with a quiet moan. Strong hands pull you off the desk, pull you to stand so your back is to his chest and you're weak in his arms but he holds you tightly, wrapping an arm around your waist, fucking you slowly from behind. The thick head of his cock a heady drag through your aftershocks. He's languid and lazy now, wrath temporarily sated, savoring the feel of your body, taking it for himself. You can feel him  gradually begin to pull at you, seeking that which you would not otherwise be able to offer.

"No, no, please," you pant, a plea on deaf ears, because you're hit with a swell of ecstasy and then you're clenching around him, wetting his cock. You moan together, his voice breaking, he holds onto his climax until you're weakly leaking around him and only then does he paint his release inside you.

Ren continues to hold you tight against him, face tipped up towards the ceiling, eyes closed. You can feel his influence start to retreat, your mind beginning to become your own again. Exhaustion, pain, and latent anger only just beginning to set in, before everything turns to black.

Ren carries you, wrapped in the coverlet from your bed, through the halls to Hux's chambers, occasionally glancing at your face. What a state he's left you in. Doors are of course not a concern, entering Hux's suite, the general, a habitually light sleeper, is stirring from the sounds of the door and Ren's boot steps. He sits up gazing somewhat blearily at Ren, who gives him a half smirk.

"General Hux."

A subtly, self-satisfied fuck you.

He sends your body sliding across the floor, thudding unceremoniously against the foot of the general's bed.

A final, level look.

He turns on his heel, leaving Hux with the sound of his retreating, unapologetic boot steps.

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[inklore]

garage rooftop

premise: the lines of friendship or something more grow more blurry the longer your eyes move from each mole, his cheek bones, his dark eyes, his lips. and you really don't understand why the two of you hadn't become something more ages ago.

pairing: ben solo x (f)reader

word count: 1k

contents: college au, fluff like this is nothing but fluff with one sexual innuendo and that's it, friends to lovers, quick mention of han being a lackluster dad sorry it's for the plot.

note: let's ignore that i actually wrote this back in april and just never got around to editing it but now that i'm in my driver era i had to come back to it. the title is from this song that i highly rec listening to while reading <3

The way his face morphs into something that was once joyful and silly—the blissed high that paints your cheeks red from laughing too hard over being overheated from how weightless it feels to be laying on the roof of your apartment building. The space decked out with rugs, blankets, and cushions from past and current tenants, mostly college kids like yourselves. 

Making it the perfect place to get high and look up at the sky at night. The city lights outshine the stars, but the clouds—and the strain of ganja Poe recently snagged from his dealer—give the same ethereal effect. 

“Why haven’t we ever...”

“Ever what, Solo? Dated?” There’s a pause between your words, and a slow, sly smirk moves across your lips as you look over at him. “Fucked?” 

The blush painting his cheeks quickly moves down to his neck as he shakes his head in laughter, biting his lower lip to hide whatever feelings are currently making him look like a shy schoolboy—something he was far from. 

It’s the “both. Why haven’t we done any of it?” That makes you both fall silent. That makes the joyfulness fade and something else fill the air the longer the silence spreads between the two of you. 

And it’s not the weirdest question or the wildest thing that’s come out of either of your mouths. 

It’s a question that makes you wonder, why? Seriously why? With the longer you stare at him, the more you take in the nervous tick of his chiseled jaw. The way his dark hair falls into his face each time he laughs and he has to continuously push it out of his eyes. How the crook of his nose looks oddly kissable and more attractive than you’ve noticed it before when it’s this close to your face. 

When the haze from the weed is making your body feel limitless and swoony. 

It’s a feeling that has you turning on your side. Putting a hand under your head shifts your body closer to Ben’s. Smiling when he doesn’t act phased in mirroring you, his body moving in the same motions and position as yours. Now putting the two of you so close that you can feel his breath hit your face, and the space between your legs barely exists without some part of him touching it. 

The two of you had been friends for forever, it seemed. Stuck in the woes of academia, making your parents proud does that to you. Makes you lose track of time and forget how the two of you became friends after getting into an argument over a Hamlet book in the library. 

A fight Finn quickly broke up, but Poe enthusiastically cheered on. 

The lot of you—Rose and Rey included—became inseparable after that day. Something that didn’t have a timestamp or expiration in your mind. It just happened. 

And now you have four best friends, and you’re coming to the conclusion that you’ve possibly liked one more than that. The lines of friendship or something more growing more and more blurry the longer your eyes moved from each mole, each scar, and each strand of hair. His cheek bones, his dark eyes, his lips. And you really don't understand why the two of you hadn’t become something more ages ago.

“Have you wanted to?” 

“The fact that you’re asking me tells me that you’ve never noticed. I’m not that subtle.” 

“Nose stuck in a book at all times, Ben, not subtle?” You make a sarcastic face, “yeah, who would ever think you’re subtle?” 

His knee nudges your thigh as his cheeks rise in that smile that makes his eyes crinkle at the edges. “You think I’d let Poe or Rey borrow my stuff? Steal my takeout from the fridge—which I know you do—without consequence?”

“In their defense, Poe and Rey have three late library books from two years ago and only you and I like the takeout you get from the bodega on the corner, so…it’s not really a fair asses-”

The squeal that comes from his fingers digging into your sides, pinching the skin at your hip and rib bones, fills the air and knocks the wind out of you all at the same time as you realize the position the two of you have wrestled yourselves in. 

Strands of dark hair moving against your forehead, your fingers instinctively reach up to brush the strands from both of your faces. Ben’s lips so close to yours that all it would take is a heavy breath and you’d be kissing. The relaxing rhythm of your heart now feeling like a hammer in your chest. 

Ben’s fingers run along your jawline, resting at your chin. 

“What if we did?” He asks. Searches your face for any reaction or indication that the subject should be changed. That he should stop asking, and the two of you should move away and pretend like this never happened. Go back to how things were—which was clearly not subtle and most definitely screaming ‘I’m in love with my best friend’. 

“Why have you never asked until now?” You answer with a question. 

“Losing my best friend is not the traumatic life experience I’d like to put on my resume beside divorced parents and an absent father.” He jokes, his smile playful, as the pad of his thumb draws small circles against the skin of your jaw. 

“No wonder you’re unemployed.” The two of you laugh, breaths mingling in the joys of this moment. Of the jokes that come easy and the touches that seem to come even easier. But then there's silence, and you’re leaning closer to him, a feathering touch of your lips against his as you murmur, “maybe you should stop being so afraid, Ben Solo. And have me.” 

And if you’ve ever felt like there was something missing—some cataclysmic event in your life that could rewire your nervous system and make you feel like you’ve been barely making it, your heart barely beating and keeping you alive: Ben’s mouth is the puzzle piece as he brings your mouths together in a bruising kiss. 

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[not-the-droid]

Soul of Thorns (Kylo Ren Series)

Synopsis: After (Y/N) makes a bargain to save her father's life, a deep and ancient connection is revealed between Supreme Leader Kylo Ren and (Y/N)’s souls. She can feel the good in him but will he allow her to bring it to the surface?

Warnings: canon typical violence, enemies to lovers (sort of), brief arguments between kylo and reader, one-sided pining (not between kylo and reader), smut chapters will be marked with *

This fic is inspired by Beauty and the Beast but while some scenes and aspects are similar, I wouldn't say it's anywhere near a beat-for-beat retelling. Please let me know if you'd like to be tagged :)

Chapter I

Chapter II (Coming Soon)

Chapter III

Chapter IV

Chapter V

Chapter VI *

Chapter VII

Epilogue

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[mrs-gucci]

Drive-In

{ flip zimmerman x female reader }

anon

Can I please request going to a horror movie drive in with Flip where he hopes the movie will be louder than the noises you both make lol :)

warnings. SMUT (18+ ONLY), high risk sex (car sex around other people), reverse cowgirl, barebacking, creampie.

word count: 525

★ written for sextember 2023 ★

** CLICKING “KEEP READING” MEANS YOU UNDERSTAND & ACKNOWLEDGE ALL OF THE WARNINGS LISTED ABOVE AND ARE OVER THE AGE OF 18. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK, YOUR CONTENT CONSUMPTION IS YOUR RESPONSIBILITY. MINORS DNI. **

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Creepy music plays loudly through the drive-in speakers as the spectators in surrounding cars stare up at the large movie screen, eating their popcorn and drinking their sodas hesitantly, waiting for the impending jump scare.

You and Flip, however, had lost interest in the movie about ten minutes ago. Well, you didn't lose interest, per se. More like you two became much more interested in one another than in the movie.

Lets just say that the gasps and cries from the scared on-screen protagonists aren't the only ones happening at the theater this evening.

Flip grunts as you sink down onto his stiff length repeatedly, hips thrusting up instinctively against you. The truck's windows are starting to really steam up, the air between you two incredibly thick while you ride him.

You're holding tightly onto the grab handle with one hand while the other rests on his hand, the one currently gripping your hip tightly. Your eyes are on the movie and maybe somewhere in your mind you're paying attention to the horrors occurring, but really, it's just pictures on a screen. Your mind is in a whole different place right now.

"S-Shit," you breathe, biting your lip to try and keep the noise down. "Oh god, baby..."

As much as Flip loves this, well, pretty much public sex, he does try to be extra careful since he's law enforcement. He's really hoping the movie's louder than the noises you two are making and the gentle squeaking of his truck's shocks.

He groans softly, cigarette pinched between his teeth, ashes starting to fall off the tip. "Goddamnit, princess...a little faster for me...mhm, that's it..."

You speed up as he requested, resulting in a spike in both your pleasures. Matching noises of pure lust and passion escape from both of your lips.

"Fuck...mm!"

Flip starts thrusting up into you, chasing his rapidly approaching orgasm. The cars around you seem none the wiser and luckily for you two, the windows are not completely steamed over, so all that can really be seen are your silhouettes.

As he fucks you, you take the opportunity to reach down and rub your clit, moaning softly as the pleasure pulses through you. You're close, very close, and getting closer by the second--

"O-Oh fuck," Flip groans as he cums, pushing his cum up into you with rapid thrusts. "Mmm, good girl...shit..."

Feeling him cum is what sends you over the edge, and you continue rubbing yourself through it as the familiar waves of pleasure roll over your body.

Eventually you both come to a stop and Flip pulls out, tucking himself away while you pull your underwear back into place. As soon as you turn around in his lap, Flip has put out his cigarette and pulls you in for a kiss, his arms wrapping around you to hold you close.

A thought come to you and you smile against his lips, chuckling softly. He pulls away, eyebrows slightly furrowed.

"What is it?"

Your laughter grows a bit. "I told you this was a good movie."

He laughs, shaking his head and giving your ass a nice firm smack.

"You're cute."

****

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[shesjustanothergeek]

The Most Tragic of Mistakes

|Charlie Barber x Fem!Reader Short Story|

Masterlist

Summary: You're a fresh-faced makeup artist trying to make it in the Big Apple. Finally, you get a job as a makeup artist for Exit Ghost's new production of Caligula and meet the infamously intense director, Charlie Barber.

Warnings: Sex (of course), Caligula was not a good man, do not recommend looking him up, age gap, adultery, unprotected sex, Dom!Charlie, the other woman-type trope, power imbalances, workplace relationships.

More warnings will be added as the story progresses.

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

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[renstardust]

How did He manage to woo you before the other suitors could even arrive, Princess?

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[peterparkersnose]

Escape

ben solo x reader

kylo ren x reader

word count: 1.2k

warnings: none, kylo ren becomes ben solo once again, established relationship, leg wound

a/n please give your authors notes, we work so hard on our stuff. if you didn’t enjoy it, feel free to ignore it but if you did, please leave your writers even a like. it means the world. re blogs are appreciated but not necessary. thank you loves. 

summary Kylo Ren has to make the tough decision for his future with his wife

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You were reading silently in your corner in the living room. The dark essence of the apartment always gave you an eerie feeling, so you would read horror to match the mood. It was a high tensity part of the book, you were on the edge of your seat when the door came flying open. You yelped, throwing the book in fright when you realized Kylo had just returned home for the day. 

He grunted, throwing his helmet on the floor. He kicked his boots against the wall and threw his cape on the floor like a toddler. 

“What’s wrong with you?” you asked in an annoyed tone, eyebrow raised. He said nothing and returned to his study, slamming the door behind him. Noise erupted from the room, crashes and loud bangs filled the apartment. Finally, the tantrum seemed to have ended. You huffed and rose off your chair, picking up his helmet and cape and following him. Of course, the door was locked. 

“I have your stuff,” you said calmly. No response. You knocked slightly, hoping that he would respond to the kind approach. “Please let me in,” 

You heard the door click, signaling that he unlocked it. You opened it slightly, revealing a mess. Books had been knocked off the shelf, papers were scattered all over the room. You found Kylo sitting in front of the victim bookcase, with a large gash down the middle. It gave a crackling sound that made you sigh. 

His belongings were placed on the ground as you went to comfort your husband. You placed a hand on his back, and reached for his lightsaber that he was hyperfocusing on. He let you take it, and you set it on his desk. Now sitting on your knees, you wrapped your arm around him. He sat breathing heavy. 

You were unsure if he wanted to speak or not. You wanted to know why he was so upset. It was rare he would come home like this. You were running through on what you should do in your head when he finally spoke. 

“You should not worry about me,” 

“I always worry about you,” “Well stop.” “I can’t just stop, Kylo.” 

He rested his head on your shoulder and took a deep breathe. “We were planning a counter attack on the resistance today when one of my lieutenants gave me coordinates to the lead resistance base,” 

You shook your head in understandment. “Isn’t that a good thing?” you asked, squeezing his shoulder. 

“I already had those coordinates.” he sighed. You sat for a moment. “Your mad because your lieutenant gave you information you already knew? I can see that as a inconvenience but Kylo, honey, it should not ruin your whole day. We really need to work on your-”

“It is the base where my mother lives,” 

Oh. 

He never spoke about his mother. You only knew he had one because Hux had brought it up briefly once. He had bruises on his neck for weeks. 

“I feel myself becoming weak,” Kylo whispered, almost relieved he said it out loud. “I don’t think your weak.” “The supreme leader feels it too.”

You shuttered at the mention of the supreme leader. 

“Your not weak. You are the strongest man I know. I trust you will make the decision that you feel is right.” you said, intertwining your fingers with his. Your hand was so small in comparison to his. 

“I know what I have to do but I don’t know if I’m strong enough to do it.” Kylo said, his breaths shuttering. 

“I will be there every step of the way. I promise.”

-

Three nights had passed. You hadn’t heard much from your husband besides a couple passing “Good mornings,”

He had absolutely consumed himself in his work almost to the point where it was concerning. He wouldn’t sleep. He wouldn’t eat. You knew he was suffering. 

On the third day you were peacefully folding some of your clothes on the bed. Kylo was at work and you didn’t expect much noise in the apartment except for a possible mail droid. 

When you heard a loud crash from the kitchen, you were worried. You grabbed your small blaster from your bedside table and krept down the stairs. 

The worrying sight of your husband rummaging through your emergency supplies was brought to your eyes. He felt your presence and turned to face you. When your eyes met, something was different. 

Maybe the fact that he was covered in sweat and blood should have been off putting, but it wasn’t his appearance that was much different. 

It was his soul. 

Something you had only heard tiny rumors about before you knew him, before you joined the First Order. 

Ben. 

You quickly understood and rushed down the stairs. “Take what you need, were not coming back.” he said out of breath. With the chaotic life of being the wife of Kylo Ren, you pretty much had all your valuables packed up and ready to go. 

It started to get concerning when alarms starting blaring off around the ship. You slipped your to go bag over your shoulder along with a backpack. 

“Is this really happening?” you asked him. 

He turned and looked deeply into your soul. He took your hands and sighed. “We must go now.” 

You followed Kylo quietly down each secret corner. He knew this ship like the back of his hand. Avoiding troopers, making sure no conflict would happen. He knew he had to keep you safe. 

The workers bunks were the safest to escape from. They had escape pods for emergencies that would most likely go undetected from the Commander’s pit. Kylo practically threw you into it, then followed with your stuff. Just as he was about to get in, what seemed like a platoon of Storm Troopers starting blasting their blasters. “Get down!” he yelled to you, struggling to close the hatch. 

Kylo was quick to seal the hatch shut, but not before a shot bounced off his leg. The sound of the sizzling from his leg made you nauseous. You started searching the ship for the bacta spray when Kylo interrupted you. “No use. They don’t supply the working ships with them. I’ll be fine.” 

“But I’m-”

“I know. Your always worried about me. But everything will be okay now.”

The silence between the two of you was almost painful. Kylo had asked you to try to dispatch a resistance base, but you were struggling to find one. 

He had pulled comms and tracking out of the ship and released them into space. You two were officially off the map. 

The radio scratching was hurting your head. You kept calling for a resistance fighter to call in, but nothing happened. The ship was going so fast, you felt like you were going a million miles per hour. 

“...resistance copy to…”

“I think we got one,” you said, adjusting the knobs on the reader. “Copy to resistance!” you yelled through the speaker. “Copy. May we ask who this is?” the pilot asked. 

“Who are we?” you asked, turning to your husband. 

His gaze was glossy and out of touch. “Ben Solo.” he said, not moving a muscle. 

“A-are you sure won’t they-”

“They’ll know. She’ll know.” he assured you. 

“Ben Solo, repeat, we are Ben Solo.” 

-

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