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generalkenobee · 9 months
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Can we ever get a Luke skywalker mommy kink smut fic? Please your amazing thank you for all you do
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IM SO SORRY IF THIS ISN'T WHAT YOU WANTED, IF NOT JUST MESSAGE ME AND ILL FIX IT😭
Why does he look so buff in that GIF?
A little overstim, brat Luke, reader is a little mean, reader puts her hand on Luke's throat but doesn't apply much pressure, name calling, degrading
The request basically has the summary down sooo
Luke's voice always got so so high pitched and whiny when he was about to cum "oh mommy-"
"no. I already said no so I don't know why you keep being a brat" you responded wrapping you hand around his throat applying just the right amount of pressure making him toss his head back bucking his hips up into your hand moaning
"oh yeah I know you love being choked" you said fighting your grip and moving your hand up and down, pumping him a little faster now.
"Mommy- Mommy! Please p-please stop I'm gonna- auhh" your boyfriends eyes rolled back while white spurts of cum shot up onto his toned chest. Luke's whole body relaxed and he was in a state of complete euphoria. However his perfect nirvana was crushed when he remembered..
His eyes shot open looking at you pleadingly
"mommy please I didn't mean to, i-it was an accident I tried to warn you mommy please don't - aughh!! Fuck!"
Your hand continued pumping faster now.
"oh your wanna cum you pathetic slut? Cum then! Cum all you want. Your body is going to give me as much as it can till you can't remember your own name."
Your tone was harsh and even slightly mean
"and also, since when are you aloud to say 'fuck'?" You questioned. Luke looked up at you and was scared to answer, he knew his voice was going to break and he also knew he wasn't thinking straight "ne-nev" but he was interrupted by his own moans
"what was that slut?" Your hand squeezed his base tighter while you slapped his swollen pretty cock head.
"never!" You said while tears started to pool in his eyes
"aww you're crying baby boy? You wanna cum more?" Your hand sped up.
"mommy mommy mommy! I- oh maker I love you so fucking much mommy!" It was like your boyfriend was chanting while he came more on your hand
"oh..I love you too baby boy"
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Also this
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Yeah these two . They are my husbands, no I won’t elaborate
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kylosjuul · 7 months
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Kylo Ren NSFW Alphabet (reupload)
a/n: i posted this last year and here it is again! if ur expecting kylo to be a dom don’t read this. Also, this is AFAB!reader.
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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
Kylo has never had anybody to cherish like this, to hold. So you best believe after sex, he’s planting soft kisses across your face and lips trying to show how lucky he feels to have you; that you gave this gift of intimacy to him. It’s all soft touches and cuddles (fight me on this). He looks at you with a sense of longing, to have this feeling forever. He’ll hold your hand over his heart while you fall asleep on his chest, for it only beats for you.
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
Everything about your body has Kylo red in the face, but he finds his eyes trailing to your thighs and your ass often. Your uniform clings to them tightly, and he feels guilty about how quick his blood pools to his thighs, constantly readjusting his leather pants when you bend down or “accidentally” brush against him.
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
Okay, listen. Kylo has never had any sexual experience so you BEST believe he cums a lot. And hard. Borderline hyperspermia. He’s just so sensitive and you just feel too good wrapped around him. Expect rope after rope of thick cum coating your walls, spilling out of you and down your thighs :D
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
You make him hard. A lot. He feels so perverted, especially in the beginnings of your relationship. The soft floral notes of your perfume made his pants constrict, the sweet smell making him dizzy. Every kiss, every brush of your fingers=boner. He was embarrassed. The worst part is the wet dreams. Oh. The dreams. Kylo’s mind would drift to images of you kissing him, sitting on top of him, the warmth between your legs remedying the pressure building in his hips; but he would wake up every time, hard as a rock, spilling into his sleep pants panting your name. Yeah.
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
Absolute virg. Never even kissed a girl before. The first time you climbed on top of him and started trailing kisses down his neck, he was 100% whipped, almost finishing in his uniform as you rocked against his length. He knew he couldn’t give this up, couldn’t give YOU up.
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
A bit simple, but this man lovesss missionary. He gets off when your face twists up in pleasure, knowing he’s the one providing it to you. Plus, he can hear each moan, each sharp intake of breath; Between your face drenched in lust, your sweet sounds, and your tits bouncing with each thrust, this position makes him cum the hardest. (Besides you on top. He’ll dig his fingers into your hips watching himself disappear inside you over and over. yum).
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
I’d say Kylo is serious during the deed. He just loves you so much and wants to worship you with every bit of intimacy he has in him. Large calloused palms smoothing back your hair, plush lips sucking on your collarbone, all of it.
“You’re so beautiful. My sweet girl…”
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
He isn’t the hairiest man in the galaxy, but he does have a bit of hair down south. Nothing too extreme though. Kylo is very hygienic and well groomed, nothing to worry about here!
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
THE MOST INTIMATE. You can see in his eyes how he feels he doesn’t deserve you, doesn’t deserve your soft body beneath him. He treats you as if you’ll break, as if you’re the most precious being in the universe. Constantly asking if you’re okay, or, “Does this feel good?” He loves to serve you. To pleasure you.
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
As aforementioned, Kylo can’t help how hard he is around you 24/7. If he knows he’s going to see you, he’ll tuck himself away into his refresher and think of your figure, your eyes looking up at him, (that REALLY makes him cum fast) and stroke his cock with a punishing pace, imagining you slamming down on his hips. He feels a tinge of shame as he grits his teeth and releases his load onto the refresher door.
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
Praise. He feels his thighs go weak when you drag your fingers through his hair and call him a “good boy.” He’ll look up at you through heavy lids, a silent plea for more soft touches and appraisals. Also, eye contact. If you ever want anything from him, just look up at his through your eyelashes and he’ll blush like a madman, giving you whatever it is you crave.
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
He’s a very private person and extremely jealous, so he prefers to fuck you in your shared quarters. Nowhere else. Okay, maybe in his TIE, but that’s only when you beg him so sweetly; and who is he not to give his girl whatever she wants?
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
Yes. Just yes. A kiss that lingers a second too long, his name on your lips (in any context), your soft hand following the curve of his jaw. He’s a goner. If you want to torture the man, wear a low cut top around him, he’ll be desperately grabbing at your hips in no time.
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
Anything involving someone else. He’s a jealous, jealous man. All these fics about him sharing you with the KOR….girl. A big no no is anything related to degradation. Attention all Kylo writers! He would never even DREAM of calling you names or hurting you in any way. You’re his precious girl and he just loves you so so much:(
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
Virgin, remember? The first time you sucked his cock, he’s was a panting mess, brows furrowed, low moans punched from his chest, finishing in your mouth in under a minute. After a few times together, you guided him on how to eat pussy, and he definitely prefers watching your hips rock up into his face, coming undone from his warm tongue. (Kylo will never admit this, but while he was eating you out he rocked against the mattress like a rabid dog, cumming all over his stomach, a pool of his spend spreading over the sheets. Yeah, he prefers giving).
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
It depends on how much time you’ve spent apart. If he hasn’t seen you for a week, (missions, supreme leader shit) he’ll fuck into you with a strong and punishing pace, still careful not to hurt you, though. If it’s a normal day, he’ll slowly rock into you, dragging his cock along your walls in a sensual way, but you usually beg him to speed up, pushing you further and further up the mattress.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
Kylo is a simp. He will take whatever you so kindly gift him with. You get to fuck your man whenever you so please. He gives it to you no matter the time. Day or night. He’s just so excited there’s a GIRL who wants him, his cock, this badly.
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
Nah. Not really. He’d rather savor the sex, instead of constantly looking over his shoulder. But if you drag him into a storage closet aboard and start massaging him through his leather, who is he to say no?
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
Hate to burst any bubbles here, but he’s completely inexperienced, so don’t expect him to last very long, at least not at first. He physically has to tense his muscles, eyes squeezed shut in concentration, trying so hard NOT to blow his load the second your tight wet heat engulfs his cock. His skin is flaming hot, but he’s shivering above you, groans emanating from his slacked jaw, trying to fight the way his balls draw up, the way his stomach muscles tighten already.
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
Are sex toys canon in Star Wars? Someone please lmk. But my answer is going to be no for now!
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
Kylo doesn’t have to tease you, like, at all. You just want him so bad all the time and he still doesn’t understand why. However. You’re quite the tease, and this poor virgin can’t take it. Seriously, if you want to see the mighty Kylo Ren crumble, all you need to do is press a chaste kiss to his lips, put a hand on his thigh, look at him, or just breathe basically, and he’ll be hard and wanting in seconds. I love our space boyfriend.
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
Ben Swolo can make some NOISE lemme tell ya. It’s all low groans and grunts, so caught up in the heat of your body and how fucking tight you are around him. No matter how hard he tries to contain the noises that slip from his throat, he can’t help it. He’ll confidently moan and moan in your ear, minted breath hitting your cheek, letting you know his pleasure is solely from you, and you alone.
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
Kylo is what we call a service top. He would do anything to put your pleasure first, his own pleasure depends on that. He had never cum harder than that first time you clamped around his cock, finally feeling your orgasm around him. Lights flickered and whirred; it was…intense.
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
Hung like a moose omg who said that? Anyways. My guess is 7-8 inches. Good luck girl.
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
Siri play ‘Everyday’ by Ariana Grande please. Seriously. He feels fucking insane with how bad he wants to be buried in you at all times. Whether he’s tired, beaten or bruised, you could catch a dick anytime.
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
Kylo will eventually fall asleep cuddled up next to you, but not until he allots himself a few minutes to admire your beauty, running his thick fingers through your hair, kissing your temple until he sees you eyes flutter shut. Awe. Whatta softie.
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ladythornofrivia · 3 months
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MY SCAVENGER || Kylo Ren!Aemond x Rey!Reader
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a/n: i’ve been thinking about what one-shot I should do next. Though I’m currently writing Saltburn fanfic, I love Star Wars. Even Reylo! Have fun reading! (Some dialogue in the beginning doesn’t belong to me. It belongs to the movie.)
warnings: interrogation, torture kink, lust at first sight, breeding kink, p in v sex, fight scene, violence, aemond has issues, loss of virginity, aemond is a d*ck, kink size, obsessive aemond, dom/sub, aemond not only uses the power of force on reader but also with his d*ck. Bl*wjob, degradation kink, creampie
pair: aemond x reader
Somewhere in the galaxy far away, the leader of the First Order, Aemond Targaryen, was hunting for the map that’ll lead him to Daemon Targaryen, the last Jedi ever existed. Or so he believed.
While Aemond knew the legends of his uncle and his journey as a Jedi warrior, but those who commanded under Aemond’s order and leadership, not a soul in a galaxy believed Daemon ever existed, not in the history textbooks or screens. The stormtroopers only meant to serve their skilled leader.
As young as he was, Aemond Targaryen is known for his cold and calculating nature. He kept his helmet on, under any circumstances, and wields a red lightsaber. Tall and lethal, no one really knew what he looked like—it left to the imagination far and wide, leading his troops picturing of his appearance. Aemond wouldn’t dare make his troops or his other commanding officers enter his private quarters.
In the galaxy, everyone feared him.
Until you.
A nobody living in the stories of galaxy.
Hunting for scraps and leftovers for the sake of small profit to keep on living. Finding rare scraps in Jakku, was meddlesome. A nightmare. Filled in stacks of desert sand and humid waves lingered and pierced your skin.
Deserted land has been your home. And in your home, inside the AT-AT Walker, after you scratch another tally mark on the metallic wall, you cooked a loaf of bread and fried vegetables and scraps of thin meat. You wondered when your life will begin anew with reborn purpose. A nobody, in the galactic space, hoped your family would return.
You hoped that your life isn’t meaningless.
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Jakku has been destroyed; in chaos, you’re forced to leave—of taking refuge, but more companions in your journey agreed that Jakku is nothing but a junkyard, and there you met a legendary shooter and a Wookie Warrior. But the plans failed.
For Aemond Targaryen spotted the map to Daemon Tarygaryen’s location. But the expectant acquirance wasn’t the astromech, droid BB8, rather, something far more interesting.
Aemond captured you—after minutes of chase and defense in the thickened forest. “Bring the girl,” he ordered, as your body fell to unconsciousness by the force, as he carried you and fled away with his ship, brought you to the First Order base, entrapped in metal straps as soon as you woke up.
Luminous lights and thick air provoked your tightened lungs to breath and your skin had broken a perspiration.
The doors opened, unveiling a tall, dark figure between the gaps of archway. Stomping on his shoes echoed until became nothing.
“Where are the others?” you asked, rasping, eyes hazed.
“You mean the murderers, traitors and thieves and cravens you call friends,” he said, taunting, his voice was nearly a merry. “You’ll be in such a relief that I have no clue to where they are.”
The reflection of his mask stared back at you. “You still want to murder me—challenge me,” he assumed.
“Well, that’s what happens if you’ve been chased and captured by the monstrous creature in a mask,” you snapped, low voice laced with venom.
His mask has taken off, long silk strands of silver-blond hair flowed over his chest, as the violet eye and the substitution of his sapphire gleamed at you. For a second, you never thought that your captor is skilled fighter, but it’s also young—young and handsome. His milky skin aglow, a good correlation to his deep stone wedged on the empty socket of his amputated eye, lined with scar that is faded. Outline of his jaw sharpened, shadowed as he strode closer to you.
Thundered, his mask dropped at a nearby stand, the grey sand flew and dissipated as his lithe frame inched closer.
“The droid,” he said, almost frantic. “Tell me about the droid. I know the droid has the map to Daemon Targaryen. Ever heard of him?”
Looking at his eye, you shook your head, “Never heard of him,” you answered, the illuminated lights flashed over your eyelids each time you blinked.
Aemond inched his face closer. “Your heart beat is pounding awfully loud.”
“Must be the heat,” you retorted.
He chuckled. “What a clever liar you are. But not clever enough. Now, tell me about the droid.”
“He’s a BB Unit with a Selenium Drive with a Thermal Hyperscan Vindicator.”
“It’s carrying a navigational chart, which the droid possesses the map.” His head tilted. “You, a scavenger, living on Jakku—a deserted planet with nothing to offer.” His face leaned closer. “You know I can take what I want.”
You swallowed, eyes flicking at his smooth pink-colored lips.
“My,” he said, licking his lower lip. “It appears you have some sort of interest in me, showed no signs of fear.”
You looked away, face reddened from the strict heat in the room and the huskiness in his voice. His hand outreached to your side temple, though no contact. You felt the Force strengthened and battled against the mobility of your system.
“You’re lonely. Alone and desperate. Waiting for someone to show up and rescue you. Waiting for someone to lead you out from the land, from the galaxy and into the great land with trees and life. I can sense the anger…not only that…something far more…delicate…in the matter based on your compromising position,” he cooed.
You resisted, of course, but your energy drained quicker.
His body leaned back, taking a good look of your exasperated form. “Tell you what, I’ll release you, but only if you can give something to me, in one condition.”
You (e/c) locked onto his. “And what would that be?”
Only the corners of Aemond’s lips curled.
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“Please, no,” you begged, wrists tied up behind your back while Aemond was sitting on a spare chair, his thick and lithe legs spread wide while you’re in between them, knees already hurting.
“Shhh, trust me, my little scavenger,” he cooed again, his gloved hand flattened behind your head and dragged it downward. “So, are you going to be my good woman, or do I have show you the force again?”
Gulping, you succumbed at his voice. Maybe another way of his “force”.
“Good woman,” he praised, and unzipped his black trousers, his long and thick cock sprung out it nearly hit your cheek below the eye. “Sorry, darling, my cock couldn’t help but to view at the sight of you,” he said, smirking, tugging your locks, hauling you closer to his engorged tip, leaking. Your lips opened, taken his length in, choking. It felt as if your eating a whole uncut rod—or a thicker lightsaber. “All trapped underneath me, my power. The force within can’t abide much later.”
Gagging proceeded in your throat, but you took his length in precarious and fervent care.
“That’s it,” he groaned, his other hand flicked, the force brought your head down further to the end of his swollen cock, his large balls. “Argh! That’s…it.”
It was impressive for him to not only deal with a woman with capable resistance, but also has a coy nature she has been hiding—a tease.
The force no longer hostage you; your mouth watered as you took his cock well, swallowing the taste of his flesh, his warm flesh. Oh, how delightful. You never dealt a Jedi or a commander to have desirable or naughty urges. But you figured that even the force cannot contain beastly urges of a man. Aemond was one. But, has he ever been a woman before you? Jealousy pitted down on your heated belly, flickering.
It felt so wrong, but, your heart was aching for him, despite “meeting” under the matters of selfish urgency and a brink of death.
Aemond sighed, his silver-blond locks befallen on his broad and lean backside, his throat bobbed, heaving and sighing at your warm and slick mouth.
“Your thoughts are troubling you again,” he said. “No, I have never been with a woman.”
You doubted. Tortured at the thought of a previous woman, a torture where a previous woman might do better than you—an inexperienced scavenger.
“I never lie,” he said. His index finger flicked, and the hair ties on your head casted, your longish locks flowed, nesrly covering up your breast. “In fact, I never did.”
Semen spurted in your slippery mouth.
“Take it all in, darling,” he encouraged, hearing your throat quenched its thirst, smothered in his slick and spurt of his thick semen.
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The room became hotter as Aemond strapped your wrists above your head onto the prison bed.
“Stay still, woman,” he grunted, his lips inched downward to yours, seeing if the pace of his breath matched with yours.
Your chest steadied from a grasping breath you tried to behold with gentleness. Aemond sensed it, too.
“You’re steady…Good.” And plunged his suppled lips to yours, caging your soft ragged breaths, playing your tongue with his, heavy sighs played out in the air, his palm snuck in your cloth, smooth fingertips tracing the lines of your stomach, the soft steep of ribcage.
“With you under my protection, nothing can go wrong, little scavenger,” he said, his tucked hand withdrew, and flicked a sharp movement, and your clothes shred and tossed across the room under his Force.
Gasping, Aemond silenced your lips again under a deep passion. A sheer underwear tucked your maidenhood. Frustrated, Aemond snatched and ripped in one swoop, his cock engorged twice, hardened, his throat dried and croaked at the sight of your flawless beauty, picturing the lines of stretch marks on your lower belly from the swollen pregnancy. Aemond thought beforehand that if the First Order has been under siege, in one way to promote a difficult position that couldn’t diffuse, he needed an heir, an heir of a stronger, faster and more calculating version of himself.
“Hold on, scavenger, I’m sure this will be painful for you, but you’ll grow to love the feeling of my cock, grinding inside your walls. How do you feel now, little woman? Are you willing to give an heir for me?”
You gasped. There was so much life ahead of you. Unsure of his words, you were sure he’s crazy to know that one, obtaining pregnancy is scandalous—especially if a father is a notorious leader. He could be killed, and could be tortured or his enemies will use you and the child to proceed their victory to reach Aemond.
Gulping and vibrating under him, you uttered. “Why me?”
Your heart is torn in half. What if Aemond is only using you as a spare time hobby? What if he’ll soon find a lover who’s more beautiful and mature and not childlike like you, and for you to be thrown in the dark and be forgotten? Numerous possibilities rushing in your mind—and halted—when Aemond said, “I won’t betray you. Betraying is the enemy’s job.”
“But you’re the enemy,” you remarked.
“In this room, you’ll only see the real me, as the real Aemond, a beast hidden in a skin of a man,” he murmured. “I must have you,” he grunted, pushing his cock into your constricted folds, pumping and sliding in a tremendous pace that the bed rocked.
Moans ascended in the roofs, Aemond’s quiet grunts entered through your ears. Your legs wrapped around his slender waist, bobbing as his powerful thrusts electrified your drenched walls.
Your eyes lulled, but Aemond grasped your face and aligned it to his, violet eye narrowed. “Look at me as I fuck you good—heavy and fast. Your belly will soon swell with a future Jedi, a more powerful warrior than any good-for-nothing troops in the galaxy.”
His legs ached as his one hand untied the knot on your wrist and hauled your body up for you to snuggle him, bed rocking continuously as your voice rasped, airily sighing with your eyes closed, almost seeing pink stars swirling in your closed lids, your mouth sucked Aemond’s neck, offered a low hiss through his teeth.
“That’s it, my good angel,” Aemond purred,the flat of his large hands enveloped and motioned against your naked back. The heat in the room faded, the coldness bumped into your bare flesh; the air condition is activated, encouraged your warm bodies to go at full speed.
“Aemond,” you moaned, head threw back.
Aemond’s pace became sloppy, staggered at you calling his name. “Say it again, my darling scavenger. Say my name.”
“Aemond…Aemond,” your hips gyrated, in pleasurable heat.
His lips curved. “I knew you would love it eventually.”
“Need you to come…inside me..in me…on me…in my mouth or face. Fuck me good,” you begged, corner of your lips salivating, tongue buds prickling, in hopes to taste his cock again.
But you missed the part where Aemond’s eye gleamed in darkened shade, in secret thrill.
Grabbing your hips, nails deepened and bruised your flesh and bones as his thrusts shoved harder, sending your voice wailing through the roof. You were sure that the Stormtroopers would stop and listen over your voice. Aemond couldn’t care less; he loved seeing you like this.
“Almost there, my scavenger,” he groaned, kissing your cheek, last few rounds set in; your arms slightly flailed yet gripped around his neck, face nuzzled onto his lean neck as he blasted hot white liquid inside you.
Kissing on several spots on your face, Aemond tugged your body down with him, with your side profile pressed against his chest, his hand rested on your back head while the other brushed your back.
“The child will soon grow into you,” he reminded.
“What about the droid?” you asked, puzzled.
Aemond scoffed. “Forget about that damn droid. It is you who I am enamored to, who I am now devoted to.”
“Is this the power of force?”
“No, this is my love yearning for someone—for you, my sweet,” he said. “The force is neither the army nor the galaxy. The force is within us, and only us can gather. The force can sometimes break us.”
“You didn’t break me,” you noted, admiring his sapphire eye.
Aemond smiled. “No, but you tamed the force within me.”
And you both shared a tender kiss under dimmed light.
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crucifiedfaerie · 5 months
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Gibson Girl | Pt. 1 ༉₊˚✧
Kylo Ren x Fem!Reader
➴ Summary: After a run in with the Supreme Leader, he can't seem to get you out of his head- or leave you alone.
➴ Song: Gibson Girl - Ethel Cain
➴ Part Two | Part Three
➴ Word Count: 3.4k
➴ Warnings: 18+ MDNI, fem!reader, dom!kylo, kinda slowburn ??, kylo is kinda really manipulative, stalker!kylo, um he's right behind me isn't he?, the mask STAYS ON, how does he not get hot in there ??, mean!kylo to soft!kylo, alcohol plus unbalanced power dynamic so dubcon, SMUT (unprotected PiV sex, fingering, hitting, slight sadist!kylo, degrading, scratching, a teeny tiny bit of blood- nothing serious), fluff if you squint, angst if you squint harder, typos and me being illiterate probably
➴ Taglist: ( @enviedear )
A/N: i haven't written a fic in a good four years so apologies if my writing is a little rusty. my partner and i have been watching the starwars movies and the kylo ren brainrot is so real. i need him expeditiously !! i've also been reobsessed with ethel cain recently and gibson girl is sooo kylo coded so i was inspired to write. i really hope you like it, if the response to this is good i might consider making a part two possibly ?? i do have a few other fic ideas for kylo/ben that are stirring around in my brain sooo im excited to share those eventually
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It seems as though you've seen the Supreme Leader around more times in the past two weeks than you ever had in the two years you've been working as a technician on the Finalizer. Like a shadow clad in metal and black leather, he seemed to follow you.
It started two weeks ago with an honest mistake. You had woken up late that morning. Rushing out of your chambers and down the hall, you turned the corner a little too quickly, fearing youd be late to work.
When you crashed into him, you thought you had run into durasteel, the way he didn't move an inch. You, however, bounced backwards, hitting the ground and sending the toolbox in your hands flying.
It wasn't until the air that was knocked from your lungs had returned that you realized this dark mass was not made of durasteel. Sitting on the floor, your eyes trailed from the boots in front of you up to the dark expressionless mask you knew only belonged to the most feared man in the galaxy. Kylo Ren, the Supreme Leader of the First Order.
At this realization you scrambled to your feet, picking up your tools as you went and fervently apologizing. You did want to keep your head attached to your shoulders, after all.
"Supreme Leader- I- my apologies sir! I didn't see you th-"
Your string of incoherent apologies was cut short by him wordlessly lifting a gloved hand to silence you. With wide eyes you stared at him as he lowered his hand, bending down to pick up the wrench you had dropped on his boot in the commotion.
He placed it in the toolbox that shook as you tightly grasped it. As he pulled away the leather of his glove brushed against your bare hand, sending a chill down your spine.
He stood there, staring down at you. Past the near-blinding glint of the cold hallway lights bouncing off the dark metal of his mask, you could see your own mortified expression in the reflection of his visor. Your gaze flickered down to the hilt of the saber he kept on his hip and you winced at the mental image of that crimson colored plasma beam he could send shooting through your abdomen at any moment.
Oh gods, im done for. Any second now.
You were pulled from the morbid thoughts of your impending demise by his deep, modulated voice.
"Do not be late." He said sternly, not a speck of emotion behind his words.
You nodded quickly, "Yes Supreme Leader, I- thank you sir!"
You ran down the hall and as you turned the corner, for a split second you saw he had turned to face your direction. Despite that cold mask, you could feel his eyes on you, burning holes through it.
In the days that followed, he began to frequently make small appearances in your life and that feeling of a pair of mystery eyes on you became a familiar sensation. Whether you were eating in the cafeteria, working through a tangle of wires behind a control panel, or simply walking down a hallway, you'd feel your stomach drop. When you looked around there he would be, a creature in a mask, staring you down from afar. After averting your gaze, pretending you didn't notice him, he would continue on and disappear into the darkness of the Finalizer.
To say you were scared of him was an understatement. Was this just an elaborate plan to kill you for dropping your wrench on his foot last week? It couldn't be. If he wanted you dead he would have sliced you in half in the hallway, gods know he's done it to people before.
Fear wasnt the only thing he made you feel. As you knelt on the floor, trying to run a diagnostic test on the navigational software, your mind wandered to who could possibly be underneath that expressionless mask and modulated voice. Was he really the terrifying creature everyone rumored him to be? Or was there a real human under there? A human man with pretty eyes and rough hands from years of training. You let your mind wander to how they would feel in your-
Your thought was cut short by the hairs on the back of your neck standing straight up.
Speak of the devil and he shall appear.
When you turned around he was so close you jumped and dropped your datapad on the floor. The cracking noise made your heart sink. He was standing right behind you, looming over your small frame that was crouched on the ground. He stared down at you, his masked head tilted as if he were pondering something.
"Supreme Leader. W-what do I owe this pleasure?" You managed to choke out.
Kylo reached out a hand to you, and you obliged, your trembling hand dwarfed by his own. The stiff leather of his glove gripped you tightly, lifting you up to stand in front of him.
The modulator in his mask crackled as he spoke "No need to be so terrified, little star." He chuckled a bit but his usual sternness was still present. "I've only come to ask for you to join me in my quarters tonight..." He paused, "you intrigue me."
Your brain went foggy at the sweet nickname he gave you and it felt as though you might pass out at the thought of being invited to his room. Never had you seen Kylo Ren be so kind to anyone, so why you? Your face flushed with pink as you tried to find the right words to say.
"Intrigue you? Sir I can assure you there's nothing intriguing about me, I'm just a techn-"
"Nonsense." He leaned down to get eye level with you, his helmet inches from your face. "I expect you to be there tonight after lights out. When I want something I do not take no for an answer... and I always take what I want." His voice was dead serious but you could almost hear the smirk that was under his visor.
He released your hand from his tight grip and took a step back from you. With a swift turn, he walked down the hall, not giving you a chance to respond. You stood there stunned for a moment then sank down the durasteel wall, reeling from what just happened.
Kylo Ren, the Supreme Leader of the First Order, wanted you in his quarters. Tonight. After lights out.
Later that night, as you were getting ready, you felt like you weren't even in your own body. When you looked at the clock and saw it was 10 minutes until lights out you thought you might throw up from nervousness.
What do you even wear to see the Supreme Leader in his quarters at midnight? Oh gods I'm gonna pass out.
When you were finally satisfied with how you looked, you took a deep breath and exited your chambers. The cold quiet of the flagship's hallways sent a shiver down your spine.
What am I doing? Why would he invite me here? I should just turn around and go back to my quarters.
Your legs felt like Andorian jelly as they moved you down the dark, secluded hallway towards the front of the Finalizer. You ask yourself so many questions as you attempt to suppress every nerve in your body. He was terrifying, but there was something alluring about him, something so... attractive. Something that made you feel like a small insect being lured into a spiders web. And you liked it?
Once you reached the end of the hallway, you realize it's a dead end. The tall, dark double doors enlaid with silver told you this was probably his door.
Do I knock?
Before you could even finish your thought, they opened, seemingly on their own.
The familiar crackle of his modified voice called out to you sternly, "Come in."
You obliged, taking a deep breath before you stepped into his quarters. The room was dimly lit, illuminated only by the warmth of the fireplace. As you looked around, his space was about what you expected it to be, minimalistic and decorated in hues of red and black, but grand enough for a Supreme Leader.
And there he was, sitting in a red lounge chair in front of the fireplace. You saw him pick something up off the coffee table before he stood and approached you.
"I can sense your nervousness, little star. Take this and come with me." Kylo handed you a glass of whiskey before taking your other hand and leading you back towards the fireplace, motioning for you to sit in the chair across from his.
As you sat, holding the glass in one hand and feeling the velvet cushion beneath you with the other you realized you hadn't said a word to him yet.
"Supreme Leader sir, its an honor to have been invited here by you. Your quarters are... magnificent."
He chuckled. "I'm glad you like it, but there's no need to bother with honorifics when you're here. You may call me Kylo."
"K-Kylo..." You tested out his name, unsure if he was being serious.
This has to be a dream. This cant be real. He can't be-
He nodded, speaking as he poured another glass of whiskey for himself. "I invited you here only to get to know each other. It would be rude of me to expect my guest to be so formal with me."
You felt your face get hot and you look at the floor illuminated by the fire. "Apologies if this is too forward... but how can we get to know each other if I dont even know what you look like?"
I shouldn't have said that. Surely he'll kill me for even asking. Stupid. Stupid.
He fell silent for a moment and stared at you. You internally panicked, thinking your forwardness had angered him.
You've really done it this time.
Kylo reached up and you heard a click followed by a quiet hiss emitted from his helmet. Pulling the helmet up slightly, he revealed the bottom half of his face, and oh gods was he beautiful. His dark locks fell down and brushed his jaw which looked as if it had been carved from marble, and you think you caught the beginnings of a scar lining it.
"Compromise." He flashed a dark smile before taking a sip from his glass. Kylo's unmodulated voice was smooth and deep, a sound you could find yourself getting used to hearing. You watched his Adam's apple move as he swallowed the dark liquor down.
After setting his glass back on the table, Kylo lowered his helmet and clicked it back into place.
"I haven't been able to get you out of my head since our run in. You interest me so much." He mused.
You sighed shakily. "I dont mean to disappoint you s- Kylo, but there isn't much that is interesting about me or my life. Especially here on the Finalizer, most of my days tend to be the same."
You had taken only a few sips of your drink but your head was already getting foggy.
He ignored what you said, seemingly more eager to tell you something he's been wanting to say for two weeks now. "Your mind is what intrigues me most. I can hear them, your thoughts, and they are so loud." You could almost hear the smirk on his face.
He what.
"You what?" You choke out, your face going bright red.
No. no no no.
He chuckled darkly. "No need to be embarrassed, little star. I enjoy listening to your thoughts of me. How late at night you think about my hands groping your body. How you fantasize about being immoral in a complete stranger's lap. How right now you're thinking about me hurting you..." He paused, "I cannot lie to you, my thoughts have been plagued with yours for weeks now. Thats why I invited you here, so I could show you everything you wish you had."
You tried to speak, but couldn't find the words. Your face was flushed with pink and the whiskey was starting to take its toll on your thinking skills.
He stood from his chair and stepped towards you, taking the glass from your hand and setting it down on the table next to his. Towering over you, he leant down closer to you. His gloved hand lightly trailed down your face and snaked it's way behind your neck, his fingers weaving through your hair. He tightened his grasp and pulled down, forcing you to look up at him.
"Tell me, sweet thing. Are you scared of me right now?" He already knew the answer but wanted to hear it.
You nodded, looking up at him with wide eyes. "Y-yes Kylo."
"Good." He said coldly. The tone of his voice changed, as if his sweetness earlier was simply a ruse to lure you in. He pulled you up by your hair to stand, and in one swift motion he had you thrown over his shoulder.
He carried you away down a dark hallway, the light from the fireplace growing dimmer and more distant as he took you deeper into his quarters.
Like a little insect caught in a spider's web.
Once he entered his room, Kylo threw you on his bed carelessly, nearly knocking the air from your lungs.
He immediately went to work on your clothes, pulling your shirt and pants off, almost ripping them in the process. You were left only in your underwear, writhing from the heat growing in your core.
Kylo admired your body, running his cold, leather clad hands along your thighs roughly, spreading your legs. He had been waiting for weeks to do this. The seam of his glove brushed across your clothed clit, causing you to let out a whine.
"Such a pretty voice... I want to hear more of it." He said sternly before pulling your underwear to the side and running two gloved fingers down your folds, coating them in your slick. You gasped at the contact.
Without warning Kylo pushed his fingers inside your entrance, curling his fingers upwards causing your back to arch. As he pumped his fingers into your cunt, he went to work on your clit with his thumb. His other hand snaked its way up your body, stopping once it was wrapped tightly around your neck.
Waves of pleasure washed over you as he stretched you out with his fingers. You felt your climax quickly approaching "Please- sir. Please m'gonna-"
He pulled his hand away and you groaned at how empty you now felt. You rubbed your legs together to get a little bit of friction, but were halted by the sharp sting of his hand coming down on your thigh. You let out a loud yelp.
"Needy little slut." He raised one hand and an invisible force spread your legs fully and froze your entire body in place, while his other hand worked to undo his belt. "You don't get to cum until I say you can, understand?"
You only whined in response. He slapped you hard and grabbed your face forcefully, leaning down closer to you, his visor millimeters from your face. "Say it. say it!"
"Mhmm yes sir I understand!" You whined loudly. Your face stung and you could taste copper.
He let go of your face and finished freeing his cock. You nearly pass out from the sight of it.
Oh gods help me, how is that supposed to fit?
He chuckled at your thought as he lined himself up at your entrance "Don't worry little star, we'll make it fit." He said evilly before pushing inside, watching you as your face contorted from the pain and pleasure of his cock splitting you open.
You nearly scream, letting out a choked whine as he bottomed out, pressing forcefully on that bundle of nerves deep inside you. You tried to adjust to his size but without any warning he withdrew himself before slamming back into you again.
His thrusts were erratic, unrelenting on that sensitive spot, hitting it with every snap of his hips.
"F-fuck... Kylo- you're gonna make m-me cum." You whined, feeling tears prick your eyes as you were reaching your breaking point.
He reached up and grabbed your throat, squeezing, which made your head feel lighter. "Shut the fuck up and hold it." He said coldly. It sounded like a whisper coming from the modulator of his mask.
He pounded into you with such power, and it sent shockwaves rippling through your body. You screamed as he thrusted into you, showing not a speck of mercy on your much smaller frame.
Kylo felt your walls twitching around him. "You wanna cum so bad don't you?" He cooed, feigning sympathy for you.
You nodded your head desperately.
"Beg for it then. Beg to cum on my cock and I might just let you." He growled.
"P-Please-" You whimpered, on the verge of tears.
"I said beg!" Kylo struck the side of your face again, harder this time.
"Please! Please let me cum Kylo!" You cried.
He let out a satisfied groan, gripping your hair and tugging to make you look up more. "Go ahead then, little star. Cum for me." You could hear the smirk behind his mask.
An invisible hand went to work on your clit as he continued to ram into you with unrelenting speed. This sent you over the edge, the tight feeling in your abdomen burst as a wave of euphoria washed over your body. You dug your nails into Kylo's back. Despite him being clothed, you know you did it hard enough to draw blood. You heard him wince but the raw pleasure he was inflicting on your body was too much for you to care about that.
He's cold blooded so it takes more time to bleed.
His thrusts became sloppy and harder as he neared his own release. He had come completely undone, his emotionless façade gone as he whispered sweet nothings and strings of curse words through his mask.
"Fuck-" He said your name, lingering on it, drawing it out in a sickly sweet way. "Gods- your body- its so- I'm in love with it. Fuck."
A few thrusts later, Kylo buried himself inside you to the hilt one last time, bottoming out and groaning as he pumped your cunt full of his cum.
You felt his cock twitch inside you as he looked down at you, hands pressed into the bed on either side of your head and breathing heavily through his modulator.
Kylo pulled out as he stood up and you felt his cum leak out of you and down your thigh onto the bed. You watched as he tucked himself back into his trousers and redo his belt. He went into the refresher attached to his bedroom to retrieve a towel and you felt the bed dip when he returned.
He wiped his cum away gently with the towel and you yelped from the sudden overstimulation.
"Shhh" he cooed, still stern. "I'm only trying to help." Kylo threw the towel to the floor and sat on the bed, back leaning against the headboard. He pulled you closer to him so your head rested in his lap. You watched as he pulled his gloves off for the first time and you took a mental note of how strong his hands looked.
He ran his long fingers through your hair and you sighed, closing your eyes. "I could get used to this." You said sleepily.
The last thing you heard before you succumbed to sleep was, "Me too, little star." Even through the crackle of his modulator, it almost sounded like he was deep in thought.
When you awoke in his bed the next morning, Kylo was gone. As you rolled to the side of the bed, you could still smell him on his bedsheets.
On the bed next to you was a black box wrapped in red ribbon, with a note attached. You opened it and inside was a new datapad, with a fresh, uncracked screen. The note read: "Little star, apologies for the broken datapad. I expect you'll be here when I return later. -K.R."
You smiled as you sunk your head back into his pillows.
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Snow - Kylo Ren (smut)
Just some pwp, I needed to get this out of my system. Please like and reblog if you enjoyed reading this, your comments keep us writers motivated! Enjoy my loves. xxx
Summary: Pwp, outdoor sex
Warnings: 18+, unprotected piv, rough Kylo, dom Kylo, gagging, power play, degrading
Pairing: Kylo Ren x fem!reader (900 words)
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Snow was falling from the dark sky, slowly wetting their clothes. She was trembling, though not from the cold, not from the snow littering her body, but from the adrenaline the searing kiss they now shared was pushing through her system. Kylo had her pressed against a tree, gloved fingers working on her trousers, pushing them down to her knees with her panties following.
“Look at the mess you’re making, pet. Such a whore for your master, and yet you keep on disappointing me, you make me doubt if you even deserve my attention, my precious time.” A desperate sob ripped through (y/n) as she pulled Kylo in for another kiss, eyes fluttering close as his gloved fingers found her pulsing clit. He was rough with her, wasn’t set on making her feel loved or appreciated, no, he was set on leaving marks, on reminding her who she was and who she had to bow to. “You’re nothing without me, you need me. Without me you’d be long dead, you know that, don’t you?”
“I do, master, stars, I need more.” With a dark chuckle rumbling through the tall man, he forced one glove from his hand, stuffing it into her mouth. Her eyes grew wide, she struggled to keep on breathing, forcing herself to relax as she watched Kylo free his aching length.
“You won’t speak, all you’ll do is take my cock like the good slut you are. And then you can thank me for it.” He spat into his palm, the sight alone managed to distract (y/n) from the cold nibbling on her features, from the leathery taste now sticking to her tongue. Whatever he wanted to do to her, he now could. She was his toy, his to use, his to toss around. 
One of his hands found her right thigh, forcing her to wrap her leg around his waist before he sank into her tightness. He had last fucked her only a few hours ago, pressed against the hard flooring of their training room, and yet her walls still struggled to stretch around him. Kylo ignored her whimpers, he ignored the gasps that didn’t manage to leave her gagged mouth.
Tears ran down her cold cheeks, tears that would eventually freeze if he’d keep her out here any longer. But Kylo didn’t find it in his heart to care about that, all he was focused on was fucking her into oblivion, needing to chase his own high, a release he had been aching for since the start of their outside training. Seeing her fight with her own lightsaber had done something to him, making his cock harden at the mere sight of the red blade in her hand.
Curses left the tall man, curses that rang in her ears like cries echoing through a battlefield, a sound she was so familiar with, (y/n) couldn’t help but give into the excitement it shot through her. Kylo was her all, the one man she could trust, the one person she could love – a love she’d never verbally voice out. 
“You’re here to please me, to take my cock whenever I need you to, but maker, you’re so good at it, created to let me stuff you full with my cock.” Kylo’s cold hand found her throat, keeping her pinned against the tree as he fucked her even harder, set on breaking through the layers of bark. 
The sound of their bodies meeting filled the quiet surroundings, a sound forever echoing through the air wherever they went, needing to fuck at any given moment. A special bond kept the two connected, a bond so intense they needed to follow their cravings, needing to follow the calls they picked up on. 
Kylo could tell that she was close, walls fluttering around his cock with every ferocious thrust. He pulled the soaked glove from her mouth, needing to hear her sounds, needing to pick up on the whimpers breaking through her to guide himself towards the edge. His name left her over and over again, even though she could still taste the leather on her tongue, even though she could still feel his grasp around her throat.
She came without another warning, eyes squeezed shut, nails clawed into the back of his neck. He kept fucking her against the tree, chasing his high with his teeth pressed together and his eyes focused on her pleasure drunken features. With a deep growl leaving Kylo he came inside of her, leaving his stain on her walls, marking her in the most primal way imaginable. 
“I don’t think I can walk back, Ky’.” (Y/n) tiredly murmured her words, eyes struggling to stay focused as he slowly pulled out of her, tugging himself back into his trousers. And without another warning, he helped her redress before he threw her over his shoulder, carrying her back to their quarters and the warm shower awaiting them.
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Rebel
Prince!Kylo Ren x Cage Fighter!Reader
Summary: Prince Kylo was a rebel at heart. His grandfather, Emperor Anakin, was on his final limb trying to groom the boy into becoming a good Skywalker, but it seems he was too preoccupied with things outside his duty to care.
Word Count: 9k+
Warnings: fem!reader, alternate universe, slight modern/contemporary world au?, royal family-ish au, enemies with benefits?, smut (sadism, dom/sub dynamic, vaginal penetration, unprotected sex, light bondage), kylo is going through a phase ig, yucky smoker!kylo (don't smoke pls), slow burn, typos, etc.
A/N: Felt like cross posting this on AO3 also minors dni you guys arent ready for this because I'm not ready for this HAHAAHHA my brain farts are real. also if there's anything wrong with my star wars lore just roll with it ok it's the beauty of my au world HAHHAH <3 Tagging: @pinksirensong @aralezinspace @sloanexx
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"Put that out before father sees you."
Kylo looks over his shoulder, pulling away the cigarette from his lips as he blows smoke from his lungs. He looks at his mother and sighs, "my father or your father?"
Leia eyes her son, "Ben-"
"Kylo," he corrects, taking another puff of his smoke.
The crown princess narrows her eyes and with one flick of her finger, the barely burning cigarette shoots out of his fingers, across the hall.
"Bro- what the fu-"
"See," she places her hands on her hips, "you would have been able to stop me if you trained with Luke more often," Kylo's mother offers as she leans into him and sniffs his rank smoker odor, brushing him off as she did.
Leia's son, who towers over her, cringes as he is pat down harshly.
Leia notes, "you reek."
"Stop it," he quips as his shoulder is swatted with way more force than necessary. Kylo curls his arms over himself in protection. She does not relent, and so he calls, "mom!"
Leia sighs and places her hands on her hips, "no, you're right," she looks up at him, "I should just let the emperor catch you," she raises a finger, "and let's be honest. Even if you trained more with Luke," she turns about, " you still wouldn't be able to best me."
The woman marches off, mentally noting to rant to her son's father about him.
Kylo grunts as he watches his mother walk away. By the time she reaches then end of the hall, Kylo rolls his eyes and shakes his head. He pulls out his sleek, silver box of cigarettes and grabs a stick. He turns around as he begins to light the thing lazily pressed between his lips.
He doesn't get to though. His fire is burnt out by the ominous snippy atmosphere and his lighter slips through his fingers.
Immediately, the cigarette falls after, down to his boots and he grows frigid at the sight of the slouching man before him, hand propped on a cane, face concealed in a dark mask.
"Emperor. I-"
"Continue to disappoint?" he speaks through the constraint of his mask, not even raising a finger to get both the fallen objects on the floor as well as the one in Kylo's hands.
The emperor chucks out those hazards through the window, using so much Force that it probably propelled out of orbit. Kylo internally begins to sputter out curses.
"Why are you roaming here in the gardens, killing your grandmother's flowers, boy?" the old man demands, breathing heavily.
Kylo gulps and clenches his hands into a fist.
"Are you not meant to be training with your uncle?" Anakin quips, taking a deep breath as he slowly walks past his grandson.
Kylo tenses and steps aside to allow the emperor passage. He knows better than to do so, and yet he still offers, "do you want some hel-"
"Do you have a death wish?" Anakin wheezes as he heads to the arch in the hall, not even sparing his hulk of a progeny a look. He would have beaten his ass in his prime, he thinks, as he makes his way into the palace garden.
Immediately, Anakin feels a Force around him. He basks in it and Kylo can feel it too, though he thinks the Force is coming from his mother's father.
Anakain swears he can smell the scent of his beloved Padme in this moment. He mentally debates taking his mask off, but decides against it, knowing his child's child will throw a hissy fit, then his actual children will throw another hissy fit.
Kylo does nothing but watch the old man walk off. He thinks of the few memories he has with his grandmother then goes terse all over again when he hears a shout, "GO TRAIN, BOY!"
Kylo releases a breath, "yes sir."
Anakin, after a long while, finally reaches a bench and sits down. He looks at the flowers in the shrubs and bushes around him. He breathes in deeply, as deeply as his mask will allow him then closes his eyes. He pretends he was not himself, rather that he was his younger self. He thinks about his wife and how he would have plucked out a flower for her in this moment.
"Oh, Padme," instead he sighs, "you're grandson is a rebel, my love. I don't know what to do with him," he opens his eyes, "but you would have."
Kylo, at this point, had successfully fled the wrath of his forebears, and was now at the garage, readying his air speeder. He ruffles his black, baggy jeans with infinite pockets and feels his key eventually. He jumps in his vehicle and finds another box of cigarettes in his compartment.
"Thank you, Kylo," he mutters to himself as he gets another stick of nicotine.
He lights his cigarette as he waits for the garage door to open.
But then came a high-pitched beeping noise, and he immediately pulls away the lit stick in his mouth.
R2-D2 rambles on and on in his dings and buzzes in a scolding manner.
Kylo's ears ring. Fucking droid. He rubs his ear then turns to his side. He watches as the robot nears rolls back and forth as it chastises him.
"Can it, tin can."
R2-D2's light becomes red.
Kylo clutches his steering wheel, "if you rat me out to grandpa, I'll turn you into a museum display."
R2-D2 flares even more at the threat.
"Well, I don't give a shit if uncle Luke is waiting for me," he snips back, staring his engine, then driving off. He raises a hand, "later, loser."
R2-D2 loses its marbles.
Kylo drives deep into the capital city, the part that was more commercial and had less military presence. But really, the old man's reach was felt throughout the galaxy. It'd be a matter of time before his fun is over. That's why he intends on having as much fun as he possibly can.
He aimlessly roams for a moment, driving through streets he frequents, and some he doesn't recall he's ever been. He leans on his side and feels the wind blow back his jaw length hair. Then he finds himself parking in a coincidentally free spot on a busy street.
It's destiny, he thinks.
So, he pulls up in the edge of the street and hops out of his air speeder, aimlessly walking around. He pulls out his comms device and sends a message.
From Kylo: where u?
He shoves his comms back in his pocket, keeping his hands stuffed there, knowing he wouldn't get a response from his friend any time soon. He walks to the edge of the street, stops right at a pedestrian lane, then crosses once the light turns green.
As he struts past a conveniece store, he turns to his barely visible reflection and runs his hands through his hair. The street grows increasingly busy as he continues. It's packed with people on the daily their commute, off to work, to school, or to wherever they ought to be. With every being that passes him, human, alien, droid, or otherwise, he slowly feels the paranoia seep in him.
He rubs his nose, 100% sure that that old lady was whispering about him.
He was being watched, he was being looked at, he was being talked about. A work hazard, something you deal with as royalty. He likes to pretend he's better than that, public opinion doesn't matter to him, but he isn't a very good pretender.
He clears his throat, pulls out the shades he always kept handy on him, and puts them on. Suddenly, he's not as paranoid.
In truth, if you knew the faces of the Skywalker clan, not even these large glasses would stop you from recognizing him. But still, he felt better with them on. The only reason he probably did was because the little boy in him still believed the words of his father.
Ben had been 4 or 5 at the time, and had been struggling with the attention from the general public and the press. Han Solo had gave him shades, the very same one he had now, and told him when he had them on, he'd be invisible. It helped that his dad, mom, and uncle were in on it and pretended he was when he'd wear them. The servants were quick enough to follow suit. His grandfather though, ever the cynic, never played the game with him, and always told him to put the ridiculous thing off.
He figured then of course the emperor could see him. He had superior connections with the Force.
Kylo crosses the street.
A group of school girls catch sight of him and stare as he walks by. Once he's gone, they squeal and gush over how handsome he was.
Kylo feels his comms vibrate.
To Kylo: At work. Can't come.
Kylo snorts, then turns to his side when he smells an alluring savory scent. He sees the burrito stand and walks over as he replies.
From Kylo: im getting burritos
Kylo walks to the order window and decides he'll get what he always gets. The employee begrudgingly walks over to the window and leans on the table by the window, "Good morning," she says flatly, "what can I get you?"
Kylo examines at the bandage she has on her brow and the swollenness of her cheek. He knows it'll turn blue soon, but he doesn't say that, "two classic burritos, one of them with extra radish."
She nods and then punches up Kylo's order on the register, "12 credits."
Kylo pulls his head back, "12? It's 4.50 each."
"Not anymore for a long time," she mutters in response, shifting in her spot.
Kylo lets out a breath, thinking it's a ridiculous price, but pays 12 credits nonetheless.
He receives another message.
To Kylo: No.
Kylo snorts yet again at his text mate. He moves to the side and waits for his order. In the meantime, he looks around the block, thinking of what else he can do to amuse himself.
From the corner of his eye, he spots the sign The Death Star, and chuckles under his breath. He uses his Force to try and see what exactly this death star was, and then quickly realizes it was a cage fighting arena.
Kylo smirks.
From Kylo: come to 12th street. we're watching a cage fight in the death star :D
Kylo turns around when he hears his order get called out. He says quick thank you to the man who gives him his burrito. He looks at him and his pudgy form, then examines his knuckes before he pulls away. He spots, seeing no bruise on them. He definitely wasn't the one who punched the lady that worked here.
Kylo then crosses and heads to The Death Star. He looks at his comms one last time before heading for the entrance.
To Kylo: ????
"Moron," he chuckles to himself.
He reaches The Death Star, finding it had a small entrance with guard big enough to block it whole.
"50 credits," the bouncer says to him.
Kylo looks at the man. He was twice as big as the one who worked at the burrito shop. Still, Kylo thinks he could take him.
"Why so expensive?" he asks.
The bouncer rolls his shoulders back, "you got a problem, peasant? Then leave."
He does not like that. The bouncer was on the steps leading up to the door, which was why he was about as tall as Kylo. He wonders if he should force choke him and walk in, but then he feels a buzz from the comms in his pocket and is snapped out of it. He pays the over-expensive door fee then walks in, eating his burrito.
"Just keep walking straight then go down the stairs," the bouncer says, "you can't miss it."
He doesn't miss it. He immediatly spots the stairs, finding it went both up and down. Kylo looks up in curiosity. He figures if he instead went upstairs, there would most definitely be someone there waiting him to throw him down. He simply just descends with his burrito.
Once he reaches the only place the stairs lead to, he surveys the setting, wondering why there were chandeliers and drapes in this foyer when he knows once he gets to the area where the crowds were screaming, there would be a semi-large cage and audience members hollering for blood. Weird.
But then again, his grandpa lived in a palace and he was out for his blood.
He takes it back. It's fitting.
He continues to walk, chewing on his food, then get into the arena, at the very edge of it. It seems the round just finished, considering the reaction of the crowd.
Kylo promptly finds an empty spot, then sits down as he watches the cage get swept. It looks like a droid was shattered after the match.
He chuckles when he imagines it being R2-D2.
It takes a few minutes for the next round to commence, and by the time it does, Kylo's burrito was finished.
At this moment, he pulls out his comms and sees he's received multiple messages. He grins when he sees the one that confirmed that he was, in fact, going to be seeing his friend here at the death star soon.
There is a loud announcement suddenly, and the crowd goes wild. Soon enough two competitors are announced, and Kylo perks up and tilts his head when he sees the face of one of them, you, the burrito lady.
Kylo, is so stunned that has to push his shades down to see if he was seeing clearly. Yep. Still 20/20.
There you were, standing no longer in your burrito-stand uniform, but in fitted shorts and a fitted tank top. You had wraps in your hands and feet, and the marks on your face made total sense now.
Kylo leans back on his seat and pushes his shades up.
You got them from your cage fights.
He finds himself smiling.
Interesting.
"- with 27 wins and 2 losses-"
Hmm, an impressive record.
Kylo cannot help but to cheer with the crowd as it screams for you after you are introduced. An interesting name you had. He'll have to remember that.
Both you and your opponent's hands are raised just before the start of the match.
The prince nods his head and thinks he will enjoy seeing you win or lose today.
Halfway through the match, as Kylo is screaming for you as you bash your knee into your opponent, who was, mind you, twice your size, he is grabbed my the arm and ripped out of his focus.
Kylo turns annoyed then breaks into a smile, speaking loudly over the audience' noise. "Hux! You're just in time." Kylo hands the man the burrito with extra radish, then turns back to the cage, "burrito girl is really good!"
Hux takes the burrito and looks at Kylo, then the cage. The dark haired man clenches his hand into a fist and cheers as the round is called to an end.
The red haired man pulls his head back after beholding the collective protests.
"AW WHAT! SHE TOTALLY WON THAT ROUND!" Kylo snarls against the announcement that your slimy alienoid opponent was the victor for round 3.
Kylo sits back down and cross his arms. Hux sits down next to him and gives him a look, "you're insane, you know that right? D'you know what would happen to us if someone-"
"And you're boring," Kylo retorts, running his hand through his dark locks.
Hux holds back his eyeroll, and shakes his head instead. His ginger, gelled back hair reflects the glaring spotlights in the room. Hux unwraps his burrito and takes a bite, crossing his legs as he did so.
Kylo turns to him, mentally noting he appreciated he came to him right after work, the give away being he was still in uniform. Hux's sharp shoulder pads starkly contrasted the softness of his frumpy sweater, though they were both black.
"Extra radish," he points.
Hux nods and rolls his eyes, "yes," he chews, "thank you, Ben."
Kylo glares at him.
Hux chews some more, then corrects himself, "Kylo."
Kylo turns away, looking back at the cage.
The next round promptly begins and Kylo is visibly excited. He talks over the loud cheers of the crowd, "we're going to meet her after the round."
Hux knits his brows as Kylo stands to his feet and claps for the competitors.
"Meet? Who?"
"Her!" Kylo points to the cage.
Hux looks.
"I paid 500 credits to have her company to ourselves later," Kylo says with a fond smile.
Hux nearly chokes on his burrito, "you what?!"
He is dutifully ignored for the rest of the match.
When the match does end, Hux thinks of Kylo's decisions even more poorly. The prince is incredibly sour, as the match did not end in favor of this burrito girl as he had gotten fond of for no other reason than that he is compulsive.
Hux does not know if he should be mulling over the fact that the girl, who lost the match on a technicality, worked part-time at the burrito shop that made the delicious snack he just ate, or the fact that Kylo, in all his temper and moodiness, was about to meet her when he was extremely disappointed and very emotional over her loss.
Hux, though he knew about Kylo's explosive tendencies, doesn't dare offer to just leave though, considering he basically made himself homeless by paying so much to meet the cage fighter.
That would be funny though, no? A homeless prince.
When Kylo and Hux are let in the back room, the two turn to each other, seeing the poor conditions of the place.
"500 credits dude," you say, standing from the spot you were sat on.
Kylo takes in the cuts and bruises in your form, agreeing with himself that, considering the violence you exacted and received in the ring, you looked extremely well, and came out mostly unscathed.
"You should have won that round," Kylo says shaking his head. He watches as you smile softly at his words. He feels his chest flutter and decides he enjoys the subtleness of your expression. He would love to make you react the same way again, "that thing outnumbered you with his six arms."
You shrug, toned shoulders glistening with sweat and ointment. Now that he was up close, Kylo could see how fit you were. He licks his lips when he catches your barely visible navel.
"A biological advantage," you retort, "it's not like I can ask him to cut off his arms for me to make it fair."
"Still," Kylo raises a finger, "you should have won."
You shake your head at his words, offering another smile, but no further reply.
Hux surveys the dingy room, thinking if you worked at a burrito stand and a cage fighting job, you must be desperate for credits. He turns to you and straightens up, "you know, with your skills, you could do well as a trooper," the commander says, "you would be paid well, given lodging, health care-"
"So you are an imperialist," you place a hand on your hip and point to him.
Commander Hux tenses. Kylo chews his bottom lip as he holds back a laugh.
I mean, Hux was very visibly an imperialist.
"I thought you just liked imperial fashion on whole other level," you add.
Hux finds himself getting defensive, "is that a problem?"
You tilt your head, "liking imperial fashion or being an imperialist?"
Kylo pretends he's offended and knits his brows, speaking at the same time as his friend, "both."
You look between the two and shake your head, "no. It's just weird to see an actual, I don't know, officer from the regiment spectate a match."
Hux narrows his eyes, "why, is this place illegal?"
You snort, and Kylo beams at the idea.
"I wouldn't have joined this troupe if it was."
Kylo is mildly disappointed, but more so amused by the topic that was spiraling and how Hux was reacting to it. Kylo turns back to you when you point at him, "I remember where I know you from."
Hux feels slightly agitated over the idea the prince was going to be recognized.
Kylo smiles and adjusts his shades, "yes, you took my ord-"
"History class, 204, professor Djarin."
"..."
Hux pulls his head back and looks between Kylo and you.
Kylo is dumbfounded. So much so, he takes off his shades, "you went to Naboo Public State?"
You promptly laugh upon seeing his brown eyes, knowing well how much he rolled them at your shared history teacher, "yeah. Djarin called you Skyslugger cause you were always late."
Hux internally cringes, agitation level skyrocketing, because that does sound like something that would have happened to him in school. That meant, you knew exactly who they both were now, which meant, if you wanted, you could happily talk about how a commanding officer and the prince of the empire went to your cage fight match at a place called The Death Star, and paid 500 credits to speak with you after. Lord, he could already hear General Leia's disappointment in his head.
Kylo snorts, though he was more annoyed at the memory than amused, "damn Din Djarin."
"You never graduated, did you?" you ask.
Hux turns to Kylo, wordlessly telling him not to answer that.
Kylo does anyway, "I didn't, no. Parent's pestering me to re-enroll."
That's enough, Ben, Hux thinks loudly.
You tilt you head, "maybe you should."
Hux turns to you and presses his lips, "hear that, maybe you should!"
Kylo turns to him as Hux slaps his hand on Kylo's shoulder. He glares at Hux, "no."
A beat passes.
You look between the two, "so, what did you want to talk to me about?"
Hux instinctively turns to Kylo, prompting you to do the same.
"Well," Kylo starts, leaning onto one leg, crossing his arms.
Hux recognizes this behavior and then makes a face.
"I honestly wanted to just talk about how I think you deserved to win, and perhaps," he moves slightly closer to you, "to invite you to hang out with us."
Hux shakes his head and raises his hands, "count me out. I have places to be."
"Just you and me then," Kylo smiles softly.
Hux rolls his eyes, he was right. Another day, another plaything. He so very much wants to leave now.
But then, Hux catches the way your face twists. He finds his lips curling into amusement as you furrow your brows. You are clearly uninterested, and suddenly, he is glad that Kylo paid 500 credits just to be here. His rejection will be sweet and deserved.
"Your payment for a meet does not extend to outside endeavors."
Kylo nods, leaning towards you more, "oh, I know. Just wondered if you would be interested in getting a drink."
"Well, I'm not."
"Interested in getting a drink?"
"In you, Prince Ben."
Kylo's face twitches. Hux clears his throat to hold back his laugh.
Kylo doesn't have anything else to say and it is hillarious.
Another beat passes.
You shift in your spot as Hux turns around and laughs in his hand. Kylo rubs his nose and straightens up.
"Is that it?" you ask.
Kylo turns to you, ire beginning to burn, "what?"
"Is that all you wanted?" you clarify, waving a hand. "I mean, you paid 500 credits, I can show you around the place if you like."
Hux turns back around and smiles, "oh, please, do. That would be lovely."
Kylo clenches his jaw, "no. I saw everything I needed to see already."
Hux makes a soft oof sound and indulges himself with a chuckle.
"I'm a force user," Kylo says, "I used my Force Sight to see."
"Ah," you nod.
Hux turns to you and nods, "I stand corrected, I think we will both be leaving now."
You purse your lips and shrug, "suit yourself."
Kylo releases a huff. You knit your brows when he nods to you in regard, "burrito girl."
You blink at him, "500 credits dude."
Hux watches as you curtsy at Kylo. He shakes a hand and his head, mouthing, "he doesn't like that."
You straighten up and watch as the two then walk out of the room.
"Oh, if you ever want to apply as a troop, tell them you were recommended by commander Armitage Hux."
You raise your brows at that, "your name is Armitage?"
Hux makes a face at your expression, "what? Why?"
"Nothing it's just, you don't look like-"
"Hux, let's go."
You turn to Kylo, who just walked out of the room.
"Just call me Hux, everyone calls me that."
You purse your lips then nod.
"Goodbye then," Hux waves and follows after his friend.
As Kylo and Hux exit the room, then the arena, the latter notes, "well that was fun."
Kylo ignores him.
Hux chuckles, "oh, come on. She was a good fighter. You said it yourself."
Kylo grunts.
"I especially enjoyed it when she defeated you."
Kylo glares at Hux. Hux grins from ear to ear.
"Do you want me to demote you?" Kylo groans.
"You can't demote me, prince Ben," Hux says a-matter-of-factly as they climb up the stairs.
Kylo eyes Hux as he ascends before him then uses his Force to make him trip on the steps.
As Hux nearly faceplants, barely catching himself with his hands as he crashes down, Kylo steps over him and continues climbing up.
"BEN!"
Kylo hisses harshly, "don't call me that."
Kylo leaves Hux, deciding he deserved it for being annoying. He thinks he'll go get drinks by himself since no one cared to keep him company.
He nearly breaks his comms after all the ruckus it made while he was brooding in a booth at a lounge he frequented. He doesn't destroy it though. It wasn't his to break. It was a gift from his uncle. His mother refused to get him a new one after breaking countless ones before this one. Luke made him swear to keep it intact.
Kylo abandons his booth to get himself another drink after finishing his nth cocktail.
This time around, with his tiny martini glass in hand, complete with a paper umbrella, he decides he's going to dance, even if he was tipsy and, frankly, hated dancing, especially those folkdances his mother and grandmother taught him and made him do every moment they could. Fuck that shit.
Kylo puts the umbrella stick in his hair just by his ear and chugs his drink as he walks to the crowded dancefloor.
He raises both of his hands and sways his hips on beat as he sifts through the creatures dancing to insanely loud music.
He randomly taps someone's shoulder and hands them the glass, which they stupidly accept, allowing Kylo to break it down and boogie freely with no glass to think about. Only his dark glasses.
By break it down and boogie, of course, I meant Kylo was flailing his head and arms around, pivoting his shoulder and belly to the music. Was it good? Beauty is in the eye of the beholder.
He feels a bunch of people come onto him, grinding on him or dancing with him. He lets them. When they tell him they should take their dancing somewhere else, he refuses.
Eventually, he's turned down a bunch of people and is left alone.
With his forehead damp with sweat, he exits the dance floor when the music changes to something slow.
He decides to get himself another drink.
"Never knew you had that in you, Ben."
He cringes before he even sits down. He turns to the woman in a pink dress next to the stool at the bar he was about to sit on. He feels his brows pull up at the sight of her.
"Don't call me that, burrito girl," Kylo quips as he calls for the bartender.
You furrow brows further, leaning on the bar top, "call you what? Your name?"
Kylo is served another cocktail, the only one he ever orders, without needing to say it. He thanks the bartender as he downs his drink.
You raise your brows at him, watching some of the liquid spill from his corners of his mouth.
Kylo turns to you, wiping his lips, "don't call me Ben."
You blink, "so... you want to me to call you 500 credits dude?"
"Kylo," he retorts, as he racks his brain. He can't seem to remember what he's looking for though, so he asks, "what was your name again?"
You give him a once over before responding.
When he hears your name, Kylo shakes his head, thinking, truly, the only time he heard it was during the match earlier today, "I really don't remember you."
You chuckle, "yeah, more so now than ever."
Kylo looks at the bright pink dress on your body and thinks it looks good on you, "you change your mind then?"
You take a sip of your drink and turn to him, "what?"
"You come here knowing it's where I'd be?" Kylo leans forward.
You raise a brow at him, "no. I came here to meet someone but I got stood up."
Kylo chuckles, "serves you right."
"Excuse me?" you tilt your head.
Kylo grins and stands, "you're excused."
Kylo walks off and heads for the dancefloor again even though the music was still slow. Why? Because fuck it. He was down to slow dance with strangers.
You take your turn to survey Kylo as he drunkenly moves to the dancefloor. He was incredibly large and even through his baggy clothes, you could tell he was quite athletically built. You turn away just before he catches you looking.
The entire time he dances, Kylo's eyes isn't closed like how they were a while ago. He was looking at you, faced to the bar, hunched over in a pretty pink dress, waiting for no one.
Pathetic. You should be dancing here with him.
He dodges a two headed alien that asks if he wants to have a good time and walks back to you.
He calls out your name and grabs your arm, making you turn to him from your seat with a glare that would have intimidated him, but he was drunk, and he could so take you... in more ways than one.
"Forget about that loser. He's not into you. I am. Dance with me."
You gotta hand it to him. He is confident. But then again, it'd be embarrassing to be in line for the throne and not be.
You take a moment to wonder how Kylo could possibly know you were waiting for a guy then decide he was just good at guessing, not that you looked pathetic right now. You pull your arm out of his grasp, "haven't we established I don't like you?"
"Yeah," Kylo scoffs, placing his hands on his hips, "well, I don't like you either."
You narrow your eyes at him, "why do you want me to dance with you then?"
"Because this is what lounges are for!" Kylo flails his hands out, "not for sulking."
You roll your eyes at him and turn away.
Kylo raises a finger and uses his Force to spin you around. When you realize this is what he did, you stand and look up at him, eyes devoid of any amusement, "you know, I don't care who you are. You're seriously pushing your luck right now."
Kylo enjoys a good conflict. He shakes his head the way drunk people do and raises a finger, "if you're going to waste your time waiting on someone you already know stood you up, wouldn't it be better for him to walk in on you having so much fun rather than looking miserable?"
You clench your jaw at his words and tense when he grabs your wrist and pulls you to the dance floor.
This time, you do not refute him, though you drag your feet on the way.
"Only to make him jealous," you say, walking close to Kylo.
Kylo makes a gagging sound, "how corny of you."
You shove him back, and Kylo is taken off guard by how strong you actually are. He collides into a group of people, who promptly shove him back towards you. You grunt as you catch him, keeping him upright.
"You're wasted," you hiss.
Kylo grins, "no, I'm Kylo."
You roll your eyes, pushing him away with less force, then turn around and leave him there.
Kylo grabs your arm before you can walk away any further .To his surprise, you do not repel him and easily fall back into his arms.
"We're meant to dance not to-"
Kylo shuts himself up when you speak a name that is not at all his.
He lifts up his eyes and sees a man looking at you with contempt. Before he can think, you shove him away and walk over to loser. The man eyes Kylo as you walk with him.
Kylo feels a headache coming on. He just stands there in the middle of the crowd, sticking out like sore thumb with how large and unmoving he was, waiting for the headache to come. To his luck, it doesn't.
He decides to go to the bathroom then settle his bill.
He busts open the men's bathroom door, cringing at the sound of moans that come to a halt when he enters. He quickly washes his hands and walks out, pulling out his comms device, sending a message to multiple people to have him get picked up.
He decides to drink some more as he waits.
He downs about three more cocktails before paying his dues and coming to terms with the fact no one was going to pick him up.
He sighs and drunkenly gets out of the lounge, gracelessly bumping into some people along the way.
He is surprised to see a pretty pink dress when he gets out to the curb.
Kylo calls out your name and hears you gasp.
When you turn to him, he swears he sobers up a fraction at the sight of your red eyes and tear stained cheeks.
He coughs and shifts on his spot, "you want me to kill him?" He points to no where.
You knit your brows and cross your arms, "what?"
"I can kill him for you," Kylo mutters.
You make a face and shake your head rapidly, "are you insane?"
"Yes," he mutters, "I don't like it when girls cry over guys-" he brushes his nose, "-s'why I don't date."
For a prolonged moment, you stare at Kylo, at this drunken Ben Solo, second in line to the Skywalker Empire, the same one who laughed at your joke that one time during lunch. You feel incredulous to the events that has transpired.
You weren't shocked that he didn't know you from university. For starters, he was a chronic repeater, turned drop out, which was insane to think considering he let the class copy off his exams, setting a new curve because of how many of them aced that test.
Ben Solo was the cool kid with bad habits, and he hung out with troopers in his spare time, which meant he didn't really know anyone beyond his circle.
And this Kylo persona was just the same as the Ben you once knew. Bigheaded, loud, and rebellious, with streaks of genuinity and thoughtfulness who wouldn't expect from him.
He was a loose canon in other words. This was why you didn't like him, why every time people would gush about him, you'd let yourself think opposite because nothing ever came out of liking a guy like him.
You ask through your clogged sinuses, rather out of context, "why can't I call you Ben?"
Kylo runs his hands through his hair, the umbrella he left there falls on the floor, "cause I don't like him."
"You don't like Ben?"
He shakes his head, "don't wanna be him."
A group of people exit the lounge the next moment, prompting Kylo to walk over to you to make way. You narrow your eyes at his answer and wipe your face. He probably meant he doesn't want to assume his roles as a prince.
You find yourself chuckling.
Everyone's got their own thing, you think.
"You're drunk," you mutter, making him turn to you.
"I'm Kylo," he repeats once more, making you roll your eyes.
"Yeah, I got that, prince."
Kylo grumbles, looking away from you, "shut up."
The word triggers you, because the man you thought you loved and would love you back just spoke the same words to you a while ago. You look at him, emotions flaring up all over again. They manifest in rage and contempt, "no."
Kylo turns back to you, face fully annoyed.
"It's the truth, isn't it?" you stab, "why do I have to shut up about it?"
Kylo shakes his head and let out a deep breath. The smell of alcohol makes you pull back, "now I really don't like you."
You scoff, "well I really don't like you either."
"I didn't even do anything to you," he raises a finger, "and you rejected me?" he retorts in full offence.
You pull your head back at his words.
He begins to trail off, "what? Was I a jerk to you in uni? I wouldn't have been because I barely talked to anyone there, so I know you're just being spiteful."
Is he really on about that? You make a face, "have you never been rejected before."
"Of course I've been rejected," he sputters out, "just not without unfounded reason."
You cannot believe what you're hearing, it was like this moment really was a reply of your earlier encounter.
"Are you trying to say I'm being senseless?"
Kylo scoffs, "I'm saying you getting dumped is the universe balancing itself out."
You let out a dry laugh, "wow," you step on his foot, making him reel back in pain, "asshole!"
Kylo nearly topples over as he pulls his leg back and grunts, "you little shit!"
You very much walk away after that. You manage to storm to the edge of the street before you can't move at all anymore.
It takes the honking obnoxious sounds of Kylo coming near for you to realize it was all his doing.
He comes over like a siren, screaming out in the otherwise quiet street, "give me one good reason why I shouldn't shoot you out into orbit right now."
You turn to him, feeling just a fraction of a tinge of fear rise up into because he was from a line of powerful Force users after all. But then you remember Ben Solo was all bark and hardly any bite. You scoff, "well, for starters, I don't think you could even if you wanted to."
Kylo laughs. It's honestly pretty dark it makes your skin break out with gooseflesh.
"If you could, you'd have done it by now-" you choke on your last word. Literally, Kylo force chokes you up until he gets close enough to press his hand on your throat.
In all honestly, you were in a damning situation, and yet you were more focused on the way he licked his lips, grit his teeth, and rubbed his fingers on your skin. That, and the fact that you still could actually breathe through the pressure he was putting on you.
You felt your stomach roll.
He pulls you close to him, and before you can think of fighting back, he uses his force to keep your body pinned in place.
He releases you altogether and gives you a once over, "don't underestimate the things I can do."
Kylo looks at the cut on your lip, drawn over with lipstick. He thinks of licking the color off, "the things I want to do to you."
Your heart skips a beat. You huff, hands shooting to his sides the moment he releases you from his Force hold.
His other hands comes to your neck. He tilts your head up at him.
You heave, "and what do you want to do with me... Ben?"
He hisses, "put out that glint in your eye," he steps forward, pressing his fingers into my scalp, "make you beg."
You feel your stomach roll.
It amplifies when Kylo traces the injuries on your face with his fingers.
Needless to say, Kylo was wholly surprised but fully pleased when you got back to your place and didn't put up much a fight against him.
He was a kinky fucker, making you get on your knees, making you do his every whim, making you call him sir.
You figured pretty quickly that he probably craved to be in control, considering how bossy he was. Kylo figured the opposite for you, considering how readily you were to be told what to do.
He fully enjoys making you undress him, especially with all the lip worship you gave on his burning skin. He half regrets making you undress yourself, considering how satisfying it was to see you strip. He would have loved it more had he done it himself. Maybe next time.
He massages your body the moment your bare. He makes it a point not to press on your bruised skin, but then the inner sadist in him felt his insides ignite at the whimper that left your lips when his hand brush over your swollen hips.
"Kylo," you moaned as he kneaded at your sides while he trailed kisses down your sternum.
He lifts his head, smirking as you tugged at his hair, asking for his attention.
"Yes, my sweet?"
With you pressed beneath him on your bed, you buck your hips upward into him. He feels his cockiness double with your neediness.
"I'm gonna have to hear you beg, baby girl," Kylo muses, "that's our deal."
You whimper, "please."
Kylo is insufferable. He grabs your bare thighs and pulls them apart, rubbing himself in your already sopping heat. He pouts, feigning confusion, "please what?"
"Please, sir," you whine.
He laughs, asking again, "please sir what?"
"Please, sir, do something."
How desperate. Adorable.
Kylo sighs and nibbles on your breast as you tighten your legs around him, "hmmm, let me take my time."
Your soft flesh reluctantly retreats out of his mouth as you force his head off you by lifting it up. Your nipple is grazed out of Kylo's teeth as you shimmy beneath him, pushing your way down against his wishes, wanting nothing more than to be aligned on him.
You want to be a brat? Game.
Next thing you know you're paying your dues, pressed on your knees, hands bound to the bed with his belt as he lets your needy core drip down your parted thigh as he barely touches you with his fingers.
"One more time," Kylo coaxes as you sob and whine.
"I'm sorry, sir," you sigh in defeat, eyes watering at the edging.
Kylo shushes you, though he laughs and shifts behind you. Your body jolts you feel him grab your hips that have been tirelessly hanging in the air, waiting for this very moment to come to pass.
"Now, remind me what you want again?" Kylo says as he brushes the tip of his length against your entrance.
You let out a pathetic cry, feeling your core flutter in anticipation. You desperately cry out his name.
He appreciates it, but it isn't an answer. He tells you this exactly.
"Need you," you mutter, "need you to fuck me."
Kylo's ego is through the roof. "Need me to fuck you?" he repeats, though he does not give away how much that strokes his ego.
He does not forget your lack of respect though, "where's that sir, baby?"
You nearly sob as you repeat yourself, "need you to fuck me, sir."
You let out a lewd noise when you feel him slowly push into you.
You immediately try to fuck yourself onto him, but you're too delirious, and he's too strong for you to follow through. Kylo locks you in place, pulling you tightly against him, "hold on, pretty girl. Don't ruin this for me. Need you to calm down and take me well."
All you can do is pull at your bounds, further helping the bruises form there for visibly.
"Kylo," you groan in an empty threat and desperate plea.
"Okay, okay," he chuckles, slowly beginning to move.
You graciously moan in response.
He immediately quickens his pace.
Your noises grow louder.
Kylo wonders about your neighbors. He smiles and decides he doesn't care though. The next moment he thrusts into you so punishingly, as if it was a punishment. But no it felt so good.
Your bodies slamming against each other makes your bed creak in distress as it, itself, ruts into the wall behind its headboard.
You drool on your arm as you breathe hotly against it.
Kylo drives you further into insanity by rubbing into clit.
Needless to say, the next thing you know, you're making even more of a mess and your legs begin to give out as he continues to brutalize into your tenderness.
You come around him with a frantic cry and feel your body quake and tighten around him.
The ripples of ecstasy continue to ride out and heighten when Kylo comes inside you, pouring all his heat, frustration, and want into you.
He basks in your wetness the way you bask in his hardness. Your toes curl and your air leaves you. Kylo's rigid thrusts continuously grow sloppier.
A few moments pass and you both go putty.
You very much remember going for a less intense, more intimate round two after, with him leaning against your headboard and you maneuvering up and down him as your chests pressed together. You very much also remember Kylo curling into you later that night.
What you don't remember was ever kissing him, or feeling him get up to leave the morning after.
So it was a big fuck you when you saw him later that day, with his stupid ass shades in the middle of the afternoon as he whimpered over a ticket.
You made a mental note of the make and plate number of his air speeder next time he makes a mistake of parking it here.
The truth was, Kylo had been waiting for you at the burrito store, not knowing you didn't have a shift that day, and once the pudgy guy, a funny guy honestly, name Marley, told him he couldn't loiter there, he bought a burrito and asked where you were. Marley told him that you didn't have a shift today, so then he made Marley promise to pass a message to you. Kylo trusted him to tell you that he wanted to apologize for leaving.
That fucking summit earlier today was so fucking boring.
And Marley did mean to pass the message on, it's just that he forgot after taking so many burrito orders.
So it came as an even bigger fuck you when Kylo came to your match that same day, cheering you on.
What you wouldn't do to have him trapped in this cage with you.
You made it a point to tell the guys at The Death Star, not to let 500 credits dude anywhere near your changing room later that day, nor to let him in the place again, in fact, unless he was willing to pay 500 credits as a door charge.
So the next day, guess who wastes 500 credits trying to get into The Death Star for absolutely no reason?
Kylo does.
You didn't even fight that day.
The day after that, he has half the brain to go to the burrito stand again instead.
You nearly lunge at him and the stupid shades propped on his pointed nose through the window when he says, "you made your guy charge me 500 credits as a door fee?"
"Sorry, I only do burritos here," you quip back, "don't know what you're talking about."
Kylo brings out some units, "20 burritos then," he raises a finger, "I'll give a tip only if they're made by you."
You growl at him, nearly swatting the credits off the window sill, "the fuck do you need 20 burritos for?"
"I have a family!" Kylo calls back.
"And you're their burrito provider?" you scoff back.
"I am, actually," Kylo growls, "this is the only place in the capital that has nice burritos!"
Marley overhears this and pushes you aside, "why thank you, Kylo."
Kylo turns to him, clearing his throat, "it's not really a compliment. It's my opinion."
Marley beams, "and a great one! You know, I've been meaning to tell you, you look so much like our star prince, Prince Ben Solo."
You watch as Ben Solo cringes and waves his hand, "trust me, we look nothing alike."
You scoff at him.
Marley doesn't get to refute that as suddenly, he remembers something and turns to you, "oh," he gasps, "that reminds me. Kylo was here when you didn't have a shift and said he wanted to speak to you."
You pull your head back, "what?"
Kylo's eye twitches, "wait, are you saying you didn't pass my message to her?"
Marley turns to Kylo, "well, I was stacked up with burrito orders-"
The ding of an alarm from behind you indicates that you no longer have to listen to him, as your shift just ended.
You're not dealing with this.
You immediately hang up your apron and promptly leave, heading out the back, trailing down the narrow alley.
Before you could even reach the end of the exit, you jolt back when you see a heaving Kylo run up to you and block your passage.
You glare at him, watching his adam's apple bob as he gulped. You, yourself, gulp at that.
"I had to leave because I had a duty early in the morning," he rushes out.
You huff and push past him, shoving him back. Again, he forgets about your strength, not that he remembers much about that night beyond your sweet sounds, and is shocked when he nearly topples back.
Kylo does feel something familiar with how he uses his Force to keep you from walking away.
"Kylo, I will fucking deck you, I swear to--"
"I didn't think of leaving a note because I panicked and I'm an idiot."
Kylo circles around you and raises his hands in surrender. He accepts the consequence of you decking him if you really meant to once he removes his Force hold.
You sigh deeply, but don't bash his head against the pavement. He is grateful for it.
"So," Kylo starts, "do you still hate me?"
You narrow your eyes at him and scoff, "what is that? An apology with no apology?"
Kylo watches you walk off and chases after you, not at all convincingly responding with a, "I'm sorry!"
To be fair, even he could tell that he sounded more confused that apologetic.
"Take a hike, Ben."
Kylo growls. He pulls his shades off and manages to stand in front of you. He clenches his jaw and points with his glasses, "you know what. I hate you too."
Your face contorts. You scoff, "great," you force a smile, moving on.
He blocks you again when you sidestep, "you have made me spend thousands of credits in such a short span of time."
You sidestep once more, only to have him block you.
"I never asked you to do any of that!"
"So you're not sorry," Kylo narrows his eyes.
"Not at all," you gleam.
"Then that fucking does it!" he barks.
You look up at him as he seethes.
He steps forward, "you hate me, cause I'm an dick, and I hate you, cause you're a bitch."
You let out an incredulous laugh and feel your insides rage.
You grab him, intent on seriously hurting him, but it seems he anticipates it and grabs you right back then spins you over. He pushes you against the wall of the dingy building, pinning you against his body.
He can feel his heart hammering in his chest.
You can feel your heart hammering in yours.
Neither of you can tell the other felt the same.
"Let me go, you fucking-"
"But I'm sure you can't say fucking without thinking of me fucking you, huh," he mutters under his breath as he brings his face near yours.
You tense at his words. You feel your breathing strain after.
Kylo's lips barely curve.
Defiantly, yet halfheartedly, you mutter under your breath, "fuck you."
He leans in and rubs his nose against your ear, "that can be arranged."
When Kylo releases you, you shove him back and walk off.
He heaves as he watches you storm away. He releases a breath in annoyance and licks his lips, finding himself gritting his teeth at his shoes. He got all worked up for nothing?
"Hey!"
Kylo lifts his head
"You better keep watching my matches," you say, turning to him as you walked back, "I get a cut from the door charge."
Kylo shifts in his spot. He does not show how he is pleased to know you want him to come to you again, "that 100% markup is cruel."
You shrug, "well, I hate you, so..."
Kylo holds back his laugh, "you'll pay for that, pretty girl."
You ignore the way your stomach rolls at his pet name. "Make me," you mock, turn away, then walk off, "see you, Ben."
Kylo scoffs, "oh, I'll make you."
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generalkenobee · 9 months
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MORE MOMMY KINK LUKE I AM BEGGING. MORE. PLEASE.
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Your hips straddled Luke's lap placing light kisses all over his flushed face "good boy, being so patient.." you said sighing into his mouth
Your hand grabbed at Luke's jaw "what do you say?" Your eyes met and he looked down.
"thank you mommy" his voice was trembling and it was blatantly obvious how needy he was
"you want me to touch you baby?"
"yes mommy, please"
You looked up at him smiling "you really are being so polite, I love it when you're like this"
Luke smiled at your words as you reached down to place your palm on his hardening cock and your boyfriend let out a little moan throwing his head back. "Mommy.."
"well do it yourself if you're so needy" this wasn't a punishment you just liked watching him do it himself. Watching how badly he needed you, how his body longed for your touch
Luke would always try to get his pants off as quickly as he could so you could touch him "calm down baby" you leaned in so close that your lips brushed his "we have all night.." you spoke into his mouth making him sigh as he pulled his pants off
You slowly sinked down on his cock and rested your head on his shoulder giving his neck kisses "you're so good.." you whispered in his ear, resting your hand on the side of his face.
And Luke looked at you holding out his hand, letting out a silent plea "aww.." you grabbed his hand intertwining your fingers while you bounced up and down on his cock
You played with Luke's fingers while speeding up your pace
"m-mommy.. wanna cum..."
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Kinda short, kinda sucked but I thought id get it out bc this anon was so patient
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toxicanonymity · 1 year
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TAG: Toxicanonymity ☠️. She/her. FAQ
ASKS: I don't really do traditional requests these days because I'm busy with WIPs, but feel free to come in my ask box with thots, questions, etc.
WARNINGS: Everything is NSFW 18+ w/ F!Reader unless otherwise noted. May have violence, dubious consent (dubcon), non-consensual (noncon), unsafe sex, and more. See additional warnings in individual fics.
Pedro Pascal characters masterlist
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Scream
Masked ghostface unless otherwise specified.
SERIES: Every inch | Every inch 2 | Every inch 3
Post-car crash blurb
fight flight or fuck blurb
Rat in a cage oneshot drabble
Prescott House Bed & Breakfast (Billy Loomis)
Texas Chainsaw
✨The Spread (3.5k) Tommy Hewitt x reader
Halloween
Corey Cunningham Stories
A lift and two screws (4.5k words) - 2️⃣ 🥩🔧😈 CC
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cupidssorbett · 9 months
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Hello cherubsss! It’s been a busy start to summer so for now while I work on the bigger writings for you all to enjoy, which will include: Miguel, Kylo, and many more! For now I was asked to make some little thing around the concept sketches of Miguel & his ugly little slippers, you know the ones! Anyways enjoy!
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“Miguel!” You called up to where you would usually find him tinkering away in his bunny slippers and sweats, crossing your arms as you tapped your foot. He said he’d come down and you’d get hang out with him WITHOUT interruptions but there was interruptions it looks like.
You saw his bunny slippered foot hang on the outside slightly and you just sighed walking over using the ladder that sat outside the contraption, “Miguel I-“ you went quiet when you saw his fist around his cock going up and down with fervor. His groans and moans came out as mumbled versions of your name.
It took him a minute or two to notice your red face but he just couldn’t stop, “Shit..” he mumbled. His head lolling back against the metal of the machine he was working on. Call it lust, call it being madly in love with this mess of man but you made your way into the machine sitting on your knees beside him.
“Can I..” You started and he quickly took your hand guiding it to his precum leaning cock, “Yes, Yeah.” He said as he looked at you, seeing him such a mess gave you an evil little idea. “Mm you know I don’t know if I should.” You hummed taking your hand off, “What- wait no please,” he said breathlessly as he went to take your hand again. “Maybe if you ask nicely since you ditched me AGAIN!” You huffed and he whined slightly.
“Fine fine..Can you please either fuck me or get me off, please please.” He huffed out as he looked at you, “That’s better,” your hands were back on his cock, moving up and down in fluid motions, kitten licking his leaking tip watching him shift his hips to move up to try and get more only to have you move away and only use your hands. This combined with what he was doing before had him huffing, groaning, and letting out little whines.
“Whattt you gonna cum?” You asked with a slight fake pout, he just nodded his head going back again. “Then do it.” It was like a cord snapping his cum spurted out onto your hands and you brought on of them up to lick it. “Never ditch me again, okay?” And he just nodded, “Yes, Yeah.”
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I hope I did good! I’ve never done much dom reader and the concept art of Miguel had me inspired! So enjoy!
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yandere-wishes · 4 months
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Kylo Ren is so hot and pathetic at the same time. I don't know if I want to dom him or have him choke me. He's messing with my head 😭😭 that pathetic little meow meow!!
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rip-quizilla · 10 months
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Hi!
I'm Hannah and I write things.
Read more of my work on AO3 and Wattpad
🔞My blog contains mature content, minors DNI🔞
Masterlist:
Stranger Things
Hawkins’ Own Breakfast Club (Dom!Billy Hargrove x Virgin!Reader x Dom! Eddie Munson)
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6
Your Leather, My Lace (90’s Battle of the Bands AU, Rockstar!Eddie Munson x Rockstar!Reader)
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 (on hiatus)
Impossible to Hate You (When Harry Met Sally inspired, Friends to Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Eddie Munson x Reader)
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 (in progress!)
Monsters & Miracles (Kas!Eddie Munson x Original Character, 2006 AU, Eddie has been stuck in the Upside Down for 20 years)
Part 1 | Part 2 (in progress!)
One Shots/Blurbs:
The Naughty Wench (Rennaisance Faire!Eddie x Barmaid!Reader) Eat Me (Older!Rockstar!Eddie x Popstar!Reader) 1405 Peach Tree Lane (Older!Neighbor!Eddie x Reader) Meet the Teacher (Older!Single Dad!Eddie x Teacher!Reader) Polyjamorous (Eddie x GN!Reader) You Could Kill Me (and You Should)(Vampire!Eddie x Slayer!Reader)
Star Wars
The Brighter Dark (Kylo Ren x Reader, Reader is a bounty hunter turned Knight of Ren) {On AO3 and Wattpad only}
Harry Potter
The Choices that Make Us (Adult!Draco Malfoy x Reader imagines)
You’re Still a Fucking Brat (Adult!Draco x Adult!Ravenclaw!Reader) | Draco x Hufflepuff!Reader (in progress!)
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beskarinhyperspace · 4 months
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A Ripple In Space
I want to do that with you, all of you.
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5. Prejudice
*Mature, Explicit, NSFW*
Kylo Ren x fem.reader
*Canon Divergence, angst, soft dom, hurt/comfort, NSFW, touch starved kylo, Soft claiming
WC 3.9k 
A/N; Tysm for the love and support guys! Hope you enjoy xx
As you follow him on your way to his quarters you stay on guard. Even through the distance, you can feel how tense he was. Kylo was known for being unpredictable and violent, but this felt different. Even though he appeared calm and collected, you could feel his anger in the crinkling of his leather gloves. Afraid it overflowed to a point of no return.  
Once inside he kept his back to you. Standing still between the living room and dining table. You start to feel nauseous from his lack of words. Wondering what he's thinking about. What will he do about you or worse, to you. To be totally honest with yourself, you didn't want to stay to find out. Remaining silent, you slowly and carefully walk backwards towards the entrance. Kylo, sensing you moving and knowing exactly what you're trying to do, turns around quickly. Extending his hand towards you. From across the room, you could feel the pressure compressing your waist tighter and tighter.  
Within a blink of an eye, he comes rushing to you. Instinctively, you close your eyes shut expecting the worst but instead he brings his other hand a few inches away from your forehead. Before you could even understand what was going on, memories start flashing in front of your eyes as you sense a tight pressure around your skull. He's reading your mind again and you're trying your hardest to keep him out before he stops on Henry. The way he makes you smile when he looks at you. How excited you were seeing him after your time apart, his hand softly touching yours.. He stops abruptly, taking a few steps back himself. In a quick motion he removed his helmet, staring down. He looked scared, confused? But you didn't give a fuck.  
The fear was morphing into rage, “THOSE ARE MY THOUGHTS! You can't keep forcing yourself into my head!” 
Still disoriented, he blinks a couple times before looking at you. “I think you forgot where you are sweetheart, who is he to you?” He asks calmly but you refuse to respond. Still holding your head to the painful invasion. “I said, who is he to you?” His tone becoming darker, ordering you. 
After a moment you reply voice low, “a friend.” 
 “Liar.” he exclaimed with disdain. “You’re just a poor pathetic girl, coming from a place no one cares about!” His harsh words coming purely from anger leaves a ball in your throat. “He clearly wants you and you can't say no, now can you..” His eyes were intensely daring you to deny his statement. 
You don't want to bend but you're also so hurt by the way he's treating you. As if the way he previously kissed and touched you, didn't mean a thing. You have opened yourself to him in a way you never did before. You were pained but not surprised. Maybe you were right after all. You shouldn't have trusted him to begin with. A heavy weight settles upon your chest. “You're just a cruel man who doesn't care about anything or anyone but himself. And you know what? I do enjoy his presence. At least he's a gentleman, unlike you Ben..” Even you could hear the bitterness in your tone floating in the open. 
Stunned, he stares at you with his lips parted and eyes full of questions, “What did you say?”  
Uncertain of what's happening, you raise a brow “I said he's a gentleman.”  
“No, my name. Where have you heard it?” 
“I-“ you don't know how to respond. You can't exactly say that your new friends told you. Now you'd be really trapped here forever.. 
“What else have you also learned about me?” 
Panicked, you reply trying to stop your voice from showing your nervousness, “Nothing, I heard it in the cafeteria one day, I think. Trust me, I know nothing else I swear.” 
“Trust? What do you know about trust mh? The second I turned my back you go to this low life soldier”  
“You lied to me.” 
Now he's the one raising an eyebrow, “lied?” 
 “Yes, you lied.”  
“About what, mh? Tell me what did I lied to you about?” He looked so sure of himself. Making you doubt your accusation.  
“Um, that I was your first-” you say extremely low. 
He chuckles, “What?” 
“Yes, when we–” You stop yourself. Being afraid of speaking more than you should. Finding the situation apparently amusing, he crosses his arms, waiting with a smirk for you to finish your sentence. Ugh, does he really need to be like this right now? With hesitation, you let out a soft sigh, “You said that I was your first.. touch. That can't possibly be true.” 
Keeping his eyes on you, he begins to walk in your direction. “Why don't you believe it?” 
Suddenly, you feel anxious again. Regretting the words you said starting this awful conversation. “How can someone like you never.. I mean, you literally can take whatever you want.” 
He stares at you with frowning brows, almost surprised by your perception of him. “You really think I would force myself on a woman? Do you really think that low of me?” He sounds hurt, “I trained all my life. Personal relations are a distraction.”  
“You could've paid for it.” 
He chuckles, “What?” 
“Yeah, some people pay for this type of service.” 
He plays awkwardly with the end of your hair. “Well, I'm not some people..” 
“Then why me? I'm simply a poor girl coming from nowhere like you enjoy reminding me.” Saying to him cold. 
The amusement in Kylo's face quickly vanishes. “I shouldn't have said that.”  
“Yeah, well I know you also regret giving me more freedom by letting me stay in your quarters. You made it perfectly clear that you don’t trust me. You know you can send me back to my cell whenever you want right?” 
He pursed his lips, ”Is that what you want?” He takes a deep breath, “I regret nothing, and I have no desire to send you back either. I never lied to you, and I don’t intend on starting now. You can trust me when I say that you are safe here.” Saying as he still toying with your hair, wrapping stands of it around his gloved fingers. “Actually, you’re the one who lied to me. From your memories, I saw that I wasn't your first?” Your eyes widen to his words before he asks, “Who was he?” 
The truth is you didn't want to talk about him. He was a bad distant memory and you never really talked about him to anyone but your sister. But you also don't want to lie, now knowing that he can find the truth himself. But mainly because he was so transparent. You never would’ve thought that Kylo Ren could be this honest with anyone. Especially not to someone like you. So, you decide to take a page from Kylo’s book and try to be as open as he is. “He was a boy from my planet. Everyone in village kept saying how good of a man he was and that we would be good together. He would always come into my shop, asking me out and so, one day I did. Before I knew it, we started to go out. A few months after, he had to move away. We slept together a couple–“ you raise your eyes to meet Kylo's. “Anyway, I don't remember much of it. It's not important.” 
He stays still, wondering where to go from here. He wanted to know more but he also knew how uncomfortable you were. Again, his curiosity takes over as he asks, “Did you had feelings for him?” 
Shocked by his intrusive question you step back, “How can you say that?” 
“You didn't answer my questio—” 
“–Well, that's because it's a rude question, it's personal.” 
“I'll take it as a no.” He fills the gap between you, lifting your jaw up to him, “How about your friend? Do you have feelings for him?” 
“Henry? No.” 
“Are you sure?” His eyes, searching yours for the truth. 
“Yes..” saying firmly, rolling your eyes. 
He brings his face closer, lips almost kissing you, “And me? Do you like being with me?” You don't answer as you're searching for the answer yourself. “Please, answer me..” 
“No”  
“No, what?” 
You bring yourself even closer to his lips, knowing how dangerous this game is about to get. “I love it” 
Relieved, a smile appears at the corner of his lips. “Remember when you said anything I wanted?” You swallow hard, knowing exactly what he's talking about as he passes a finger on your hip making your body go stiff. “I've waited for what felt like an eternity to be this close to you again. And ever since I came back, you seem to always slip through my fingers. I guess what I'm trying to say is that, I really need to kiss you.” His lips now lightly brushing yours. “Right now.”  
You want to response but all you could manage to do was nod. He doesn't waste a second taking you fully in his mouth. His kiss is passionately filled with lust. “You need to stop kissing me like you mean it.” 
“That's because I do mean it.” Kylo's eyes were becoming more intense. Staring at you like you were the only thing in this galaxy that could quench his thirst.  
With a single motion he lifts you off the floor. Bringing your legs around his hips before moving to his bedroom. A trick that he seems to be really enjoying these days. He drops you slowly on his bed. Placing both of his hands on each side of your head, kissing you freely as he's hovering you. His soft tongue caresses yours sweetly. Even his spit tasted like desperation. He stops a moment trying to catch his breath, “Is this, okay?“ You don't let him finish as you start to remove his thick belt, quickly throwing it on the floor. Moving to unbutton his jacket and he helps you by undoing the top ones. Before he could remove the last, you pull him by the neck.  
He can't help but smile at your impatience. How did he get so lucky? He wondered. The only girl that had managed to capture his attention wanted him too. He can't remember the last time he felt this good. It seemed so long ago.  
Now free of his jacket, you can finally feel his warmth and scent. You move your hands under his shirt, caressing his strong and chiseled chest. Resting your palm in the middle of it, you can feel his heart beating against your skin. He doesn't stop kissing you as he moves his underneath yours as well. Covering and squeezing your entire breast with his hand. 
“You're so beautiful” he breathes softly. 
All you could do was smile as he brought himself lower, pulling your shirt over your head. You begin to feel nervous. Even if you had done it with him before, this was different. You cared about him. What happens after this? Is this just temporary?  
After a moment of kissing your chest, he noticed your mind slowly drifting away. “Hey, we can stop if you don't want to.” 
“What?” 
“I want to do that with you, all of you.”  
Surprised you search for your words, “I-I’m sorry. I just like you a lot and-” 
“A lot huh?” Asking with a smirk. “Can you define a lot?” 
 “Enough to make me nervous..”  
“Well, I am too, plus you clearly have more experience than me..” He says in a teasing tone. 
You gasp, eyes wide open as you hit him on the shoulder, “not fair!” 
“You're right, I'm sorry.” Bringing himself back to you. Kissing your jaw and neck delicately. Wanting desperately to go back to his important business, “Does it mean that you feel for me Hyal?” 
And then you sense it again, that magnetic attraction towards him. If he was so wrong for you, why does this feel so right? This is the connection you've been searching for your whole life. This intimacy, this vulnerability. There was something alluring about Kylo, and definitely something to love about Ben. The duality in him was intoxicating and you wouldn't have it any other way. Tilting your head away, you make room for him to do whatever he wants to. “What if I say yes?” You respond softly. 
You can feel his lips curl against your skin. “Then I would say that also feel the same..” as he answers, he passes his tongue flat along the side of your neck. Feeling the warmth going straight in between your legs as you let out some soft whimpers. Letting him know that you want it too. 
He grunts low hearing you make noise for him. Moving his kisses rapidly back to your chest. After detaching your bras, he takes a moment admiring your tits. Holding them in his hands gently before grabbing one with his mouth. Taking his time sucking on it. Switching between them while twirling the tip of his tongue around your hardened nipples. “Oh Ben, that feels so good” 
He smiles, seeing you enjoy his touch. Which only makes him hornier as he starts to rub his hard cock on your pussy over the fabric. Licking them a few more times before moving down the bed. He removes your bottoms completely before placing himself in between your legs.  
You sense his breathing followed by a soft pillowy push on your clit. Did he just kiss my pussy? As if he could hear your thoughts, he brushed his tongue gently over it. You finally relax as Kylo grabs your legs going in fully. Tasting and licking you in between your folds. He's becoming famished, watching you moan and twitch for him. He loved the view he got down there. Your body twisting with each stroke. Only giving you short breaks to calm down a bit before going back in. This time putting his tongue inside you as he uses his thumb to circle your slippery clit.  
The sensation becoming unbearable, “This is torture..” You say desperately in between your exhausted moans. 
Which only makes him want it more. “I'm sorry Hyal, I just love watching you..” He lets you rest briefly as he removes the rest of his clothes. The truth was that you were exiting him too much. All of this was new to him, and it was truly overwhelming. Afraid to cum first, he wanted you to enjoy as much as you could possibly handle. Knowing that once you're on edge he wouldn't have to hold back too long. Plus he just loved staring at you in total heat for him as you wait patiently for his cock. Coming back to you, he rubs his thick tip in between your folds, “No matter with who you are, no matter where, I want you to know and remember that your true place is with me.” He says, pushing the tip of his cock in and out, teasing your entrance. You were starting to feel overwhelmed by the sensation, desperate to cum. But he was enjoying seeing you come undone for him. “And mine, with you” he follows, now pushing in fully.  
You gasp, inhaling sharply, still not familiar with his thickness and length filling you in this quickly. He grinds slowly, giving you time to adjust as he admires you from above. Holding your legs up to his chest as he goes in deeper. Moving gently by fear of hurting you. You were quite small compared to him and he was always afraid to crush you. Although as soon as he hears your begging moans he starts moving faster. Your juices were fully coating him and overspilling on the sheets. The pleasure was intense, making you whimper desperately. He knows you won't last long. Spreading your legs, Kylo moves closer to your lips. Holding you by the hips as he's now breathing hard and thrusting inside of you faster. No longer able to hold back, you cum on him shamelessly. As soon as he feels your body relaxing, knowing for sure that you finished, he lets out a muffled moan.  
Moving slow a couple more times as he catches his breath. He comes kissing you, moving his hand up to push the hair out of your face. “Hi..” 
“Hi back.” trying to hide your bliss unsuccessfully. 
“You make me feel too good.” Saying as he lays his head on your chest. Being careful not to crush you. 
You adjust yourself, moving your hand through his damp sweaty hair, “You're saying it like it's a bad thing.”  
Your words stings him. “I don't know yet” He didn't want it to be a bad thing, but he also didn't know you that well. All he knew was that The First Order was at war, and he had to stay vigilant especially in times like these. 
“Can I ask you something?” He tilts his head back noticing how sleepy you were getting. “I was captured months ago, why now?” 
“What do you mean?” 
“Why am I meeting you now? Why was I captured?” 
He takes a moment before replying. Pondering and searching for the right words. “I don't know why you were captured.” 
“What..” 
“We went on your planet thinking we would find some information about a rebel base, but we found nothing. I wasn't even aware that we took prisoners. I was informed of your presence on the ship about a week before we met.” 
“Are you saying that I'm on this ship by mistake?” That's it, you start to freak out. 
“Technically yes but no..” You stop moving completely now, totally in shock. He looks up to you nervously, “I was ordered to find a rebel base. We had a lead, but the lead changed and then, I was told that we still had prisoners which I wasn't aware of to begin with. So, I decided to interrogate them before moving from the lead completely. Then I met you, and then I was ordered to kill you..” 
“What??” You say, cutting him right off. 
“But I didn't want to.. Plus, I couldn't read your mind, so I didn't know if you knew something worth knowing.” 
After a moment you finally relax, trying to make sense of the situation. Taking a deep breath before resting your eyes. “But now you can.”  
“I can’t fully do it and I don’t want too anyway. I didn't act the way I should've. I was angry and childish, and I do believe we can be honest with each other. Please you must trust me.”  
“Why do you sound afraid?” 
He takes a moment before answering. Enjoying being this close and intimate with you. Breathing out as he squeeze the side of your stomach, “I'm afraid I might lose something..” 
“And why is that?” 
“I'm not good. I break things, I destroy.. kill. Everything I touch burns.”  
“Well I'm here, still in one piece and alive I believe.” Keeping your eyes closed as you slowly drift away. 
He smiles to himself knowing he completely drained you. He gets up, coming back with a warm and dampen washcloth. Cleaning you gently before joining you under the covers.  
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The following morning you wake up to the sound of Kylo stirring a spoon in his mug. “I have something for you.” Hearing the words coming from the other room. Knowing you were now fully awake. 
As you get out of bed to greet him. You see him already dressed and back into his supreme leader’s uniform, pointing you to a pile of fabrics. 
“Clothes?” You confirmed as you walked closer. 
“They will fit you better.” 
He's intensely staring at you, watching you get dressed in front of him. Knowing well enough that he could no longer look inside your head like he did yesterday. The way you reacted when he did, made it clear that he could've lost you right there. Things could've gone in a totally different direction, and he was happy they didn't. He was grateful that you chose to trust him and so he needed to do the same with you. 
The clothes were comfortable. Black leggings and a long sleeve dress that was distressed at the bottom. Feminine and airy. One shoulder even has the emblem of the first order embroidered in dark gray. “How do I look?” You ask smiling. 
“It doesn't matter what you wear. In fact, I prefer when you wear nothing at all..” 
You automatically roll your eyes as you tie your boots, “That wouldn't be practical.” 
He comes closer to you. Pushing the hair off your shoulder, “Don’t need to be when you're with me.” He takes your hand, pulling you up before giving you a kiss. “I have to go; I'm going to be late. Promise me you'll behave in my absence.” 
“What do you mean in your absence?” 
He sighs, “I was supposed to have more time to myself, but I have been called to the base. Shouldn't be more than a couple of days.” 
“Already? But you just came back.” you say defeated. 
“It's only for a couple of days, I promise.” You nod as he gives you one more kiss before leaving quickly. 
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It's been two days since Kylo was gone and you were already missing him. You were so bored on this ship. Nothing was exciting or somewhat interesting. As you're sitting on the couch you notice the third door again. Still wondering what was inside of it. You get up hoping this time it's unlocked but as usual, it isn't. You sigh as you look around the room. You didn't like having no news from him. You knew that anything could happen. Even if he was strong and powerful, he was still capable of bleeding. All this worrying was making you anxious. So, you decide to get out and try to see what your friends are up to. 
As you're walking the corridors. You suddenly get lightheaded. Stopping for a moment to take a deep breath. As you’re reaching the entrance of the cafeteria, you notice Henry and Eira. Greeting them as you sit at their table.  
She smiles to you, “We thought you were gone; it's been a while.” 
“Yeah well, I needed some time.” You let out, sheltering your eyes with your hand from the ceiling lights. 
“That's okay. Actually, seeing you reminds me. I learned something the other night when we were talking about you know who.” Henry looks at her puzzled. “Yeah, we were talking about some rebels, and I learned that ben killed his own father.” 
Henry was in shock, “What? How? What do you mean he killed his own father?” 
Eira nodded, “yeah, I know right? Who would do something like that?” 
You let out deep breaths as you struggle to keep your eyes open. Henry, noticing that something is wrong, stares at you worryingly. “Are you okay?” Are the last words you hear, feeling an arm around you before your eyes shuts down completely. 
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ladyinwriting18 · 1 year
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Missing The Taste Of You (Kylo Ren x You)
Summary: Kylo has been away for far too long and now he's hungry for one thing and one thing only….you.
Words: 2,226
Warnings: Oral (female receiving), dom/sub dynamics, use of the term Sir, mentions of PIV sex.
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The walk from the docking bay back to his quarters seems to take ten times longer than it usually does. It puts Kylo even more on edge. The blood in his veins runs hot—like liquid fire.
He’s hungry.
Needy.
Eager.
Starved.
Starved for the one thing that could always give him instant relief—your cunt.
Kylo always found himself missing the taste of you while away on missions. However, after another failed attempt of locating the Resistance his hunger borders on murderous. Hux and the other generals do their best to nullify his rage, but their words are hollow.
One or two of them even have the guts to try and stand in his way, claiming that they needed to be debriefed on the mission.
Fools.
As if that would ever be a priority over you.
Kylo is about to use the Force to send them flying across the room when his knights step forward to block their advances. Wordlessly he thanks them through their bond. He is in no mood for his political responsibility.
All he wants is you. All he needs is you.
The heavy footfall of his boots echoes throughout the halls. He should have had the foresight to request you meet him at his ship. That way he could have pulled you into the closest empty room and lost himself in you. He’d remember for next time because this waiting is pure torture. He swears the hallway grows longer despite the wide birth of his steps.
He prays that you haven’t fallen asleep while waiting for his return. Either way, you’ll certainly be curious about the success of his hunt, but Kylo is in no mood to talk. His tongue feels too thick, his mouth too dry, and his throat too horse.
These are ailments that only the sweet nectar of your cunt could cure.
Soon.
Soon he’d feast like an animal with a fresh kill.
The door to your shared chambers comes into view, causing a growl to emit from his throat. It crackles from the vocoder of his mask. Being closer to you seems to be having the opposite effect of relaxing him.
You never have any need to fear him, but he doesn’t want to startle you. He pulls a deep breath into his lungs and steps over the threshold. A quick scan of the main living area reveals that you are nowhere to be found. That is until his ears pick up on the sound of you lightly humming.
He walks towards your bedroom with the same determination as he stormed through the Finalizer’s hallways. Before entering he forces himself to pause and observe you. He’s waited this long, another moment wouldn’t make a difference.
You’re sitting on the edge of his large king-sized bed, wearing a fluffy robe and drying your freshly washed hair with a towel.
Kylo licks his lips from behind his mask. You are always stunningly beautiful. There isn’t a single thing that could dim that beauty, but he can’t deny that he likes you best after a shower. When your skin is still flushed and warm from the steam and the smell of your shampoo and body wash is strong. 
His hands reach up to grasp the sides of his helmet. The mouthpiece moves forward, clicking and hissing before he pulls the mask up and off his face. The sound is enough to catch your attention. You turn in his direction and smile. “Kylo! You’re home. How did your mission go?” You go to stand but he’s on you in an instant, preventing you from rising to your feet. “Lay down.” You blink and cutely tilt your head to the side. You’re clearly confused. How adorable. “Did I stutter? Lay. down.” He punctuates each word and knocks his legs against your knees until you part them. It brings him closer to his prize. You, however, do not budge. Instead you frown, your confusion morphing into worry. “Is Sir angry with me?” The title has his cock twitching within the confines of his pants. Many referred to Kylo with titles of respect but none of them sounded as sweet as when you called him Sir. He leans down until there’s only a few inches of space between the two of you. “No, my love. Just hungry.” 
His hand grabs the belt of your robe and tugs until it unravels, causing the robe to fall open. You gasp loudly. The surprise on your face is evident but so is your understanding. You shrug your shoulders and the robe slips down your arms—revealing your body to him. “There’s my beautiful girl.” Kylo groans at the sight of you. His gloved hands knead the flesh of your hips. You lean back on your hands and push yourself into his touch. “What is Sir hungry for?” You bite your bottom lip in an attempt to feign innocence. It’s a move he knows all too well, but he lets you play your game. He grins with a chuckle and applies more pressure to his fingertips, guaranteeing you’d have bruises come the morning. “Don’t play coy with me, little girl. You know exactly what I’m hungry for.” He abruptly pulls at your waist, so roughly that you fall back onto your elbows. Your legs are open wider now, giving Kylo a full view of your cunt. His hands run down to your thighs and spread them open even wider before sinking to his knees in front of the bed. You’re already glistening. All warm and wet and just begging to be tasted. He’s just about to run his tongue through your folds when you speak up. “Kylo? Don’t you want to change? Or at least take off your neck covering? So you’re more comfortable.” He appreciates your concern but it’s also getting in the way of his meal. Warm brown eyes flick up to meet your gaze. “Darling, if you keep me from what I want for a moment more than I’m likely to go mad.” The teasing has you giggling. Kylo is certain you take great pride in being the reason he remains sane. You shift your hips, making yourself comfortable before draping your right leg over his shoulder. Kylo breathes out, humming in satisfaction at your submission. “That’s my good girl.” He doesn’t wait for your response before diving his face between your thighs. His tongue slips past his full lips and lightly drags along the outer lips of your cunt. Even at the slightest touch, you sigh and arch towards him. 
Your reactions were always a huge boost to his ego. Kylo relishes in it.
He repeats the movements of his tongue but this time presses it further in so it grazes your clit. It earns him the same response from you. “Is my girl becoming antsy? Is she as eager as I am?” You whine your reply, squirming under his hold. “Yes Sir. I need your mouth. Please?” “Mmh, I love it when you beg.” No longer interested in teasing, Kylo smashes his mouth against your clit. His lips wrap around it and suck. You buck and curl your toes. He can feel your foot against his broad back. You use it as leverage to grind your hips. He lets you do what you need. It doesn’t hinder him from enjoying your cunt. His tongue flicks at your clit while he sucks. You’re already starting to drip. Kylo groans against you, salivating at the taste. You’re so perfect. So sweet. 
His hands travel. One holding your thigh to keep it open and the other crawling up your body to cup one of your breasts. He tweaks your nipple, knowing you enjoy the feeling of his leather gloves. The proof is in the way you cry out his name. Kylo moves away, but only slightly. His saliva mixes with your slick. They drip together making you all the more messy. It’s a delicious sight. “Messy thing.” He praises while tweaking your nipple harder. Incoherently you plead. You’re barely forming words but he doesn’t need them to know what you want. His tongue runs downward to your slit, gathering more juices along the way. You fill his taste buds until there’s nothing else. He probes your entrance with his tongue, letting it fill you as you lift your hips up. “Kylo! O-Oh please. It feels so good.”  He vigorously pumps his tongue in and out of you. Your fingers tangle in his hair, tugging on it to pull him in deeper. “Fuckkkk, just like that. I love how Sir tongue fucks me!”  Usually he’d restrain you for touching without permission but at this point you're bordering on desperate. It would be a sin to put a stop to your little show. You're dripping down his chin and Kylo swears he’s in paradise. But like the greedy man he is—he wants more. The hand holding your thigh finds a new home at your clit. His thumb draws circles on it but you’re too sensitive to stand the rough leather of his gloves. Your whimper is vastly different from your others. “S-Sir, it’s too much.” With a growl Kylo whips his head back and rips his glove off with his teeth before taking his place back between your thighs. He licks his thumb for good measure and then presses it back to your clit. You throw your head back and sing. That’s it. That’s what your body needs. You start trembling, to the point that even your inner thighs shake. “Aww are you close, Little One?” Kylo coos darkly, his tone oozed smugness. He already knew the answer to his question but he asks it anyway as a reminder that you use your manners. Kylo watches as you nod and swallow thickly to moisten your throat so you can speak. “Yes. Y-yes! So close. Please can I cum for you, Sir?” The louder you moan the harder his cock throbs. His body temp rises, sweat gathers along his collar and he’s certain his cock is weeping pre-cum. Perhaps he should have taken your advice about changing. It didn’t matter now. Nothing else matters except for your pleasure. He moves his thumb but he has no intentions of ruining your impending orgasm. His forefinger and middle finger slip inside your soaked core. Your inner walls clench tightly around the thick digits. You chant his name, your body tensing like a cord being pulled tight. He runs his tongue back to your clit and circles around it. “Of course you can, my love. Go on and cum for me, but don’t forget to say thank you when you do.” 
He doesn’t bother waiting for a response. He knows you’ll obey. With lips wrapped back around your clit and his fingers pumping in and out of you, you’re that much closer to the edge. “Thank you! Thank…. Thank you! Thank you, Sir!” You repeat over and over and over again. Louder and louder until you break. Your cunt spasm around his fingers, hips lifting off the bed and scream his name. Kylo groans, his chest rising and falling with passionate labored breaths. It hadn’t been his orgasm but all the same his eyes roll back into his skull. High off your pleasure as if it’s his own. He works you through your aftershocks—slowing the movements of his fingers and tongue as you come down. Only when you fall limply back onto the mattress does he fully stop and pull away. He caresses you from your hips to your thighs while leaving butterfly kisses around your knees. “My sweet girl fed me so well. Thank you for that.” Kylo gets to his feet. His eyes roam over you, looking you over affectionately. “Are you alright, my love?” You hold out your hands, reaching for him with a whimper.
Kylo chuckles. You haven’t formed any words but he knows exactly what you want. Still fully dressed in his tunic and leather, he lays down beside you on the bed. He lays on his side and lets a glove hand stroke the valley between your breasts.
“What’s my girl whining for, hm?”
Despite your limbs still feeling boneless, you still manage to lift your hand to Kylo’s cheek. Your thumb caresses the skin there, loving the feeling of his beauty marks and facial scar.
“I want to make my Sir cum too.”
He chuckles once more, this time the warmth of his breath washes over your face. You had already fulfilled his cravings, but still his cock jumps at the thought of your touch. He wouldn’t say no to you. Not now. Or ever. 
Kylo dips his head down and presses a delicate kiss to your lips.
“As you wish, my love. But first let me undress and shower.”
A pout forms on your features before he’s able to finish speaking. He taps your nose with his index finger—a nonverbal command to be patient.
“You have my word that I’ll be quick but I want you to stay here. I want you sprawled out and ready to take my cock when I return. Understood?”
You chew at your bottom lip with eyes wide and filled with lust.
“Yes Sir, I understand.”
“Mmh, good.” He skims his lips along yours and whispers huskily. “Because something tells me that I'll be needing more than one taste of you tonight.”
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bae4choi · 1 year
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STARWARS - P.SH
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Kylo ren! Seonghwa x Jedi/resistance member! Reader
Genre: Smut, little bit of fluff at the end
Word Count: 4,103
Warnings: mentions of violence, mentions of death, choking, dom! Seonghwa, sub fem! Reader, unprotected sex (let's not🫶), name calling (pretty, pretty girl, Hwaseong), dirty talk, grinding, hickey giving (f. Receiving), fingering (f. Receiving), handjob (m. Receiving), squirting, hair pulling, clit slapping, wall fucking, creampie
Authors Note: This took way too damn long to write😭 although, I am happy with it and I hope you enjoyed!! It's not proof read because I'm lazy.. sorry!
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The sound of the room code being put in was heard beeping from the inside, shifting in your spot on the somewhat vertical metal slate when hearing it. The chunky metal cuffs uncomfortably dug into the skin of your wrists and ankles. Your movement was small as you were restrained, only allowing you to lift your head slightly to peak at the hexagon like shaped entrance.
The two sides of the door that met together in the middle were torn apart when the code was correctly put in. Stepping into your secluded prison area were two identical storm troopers, guns occupying the both of their hands. They walked in synk before stepping away from one another to allow him to walk through.
You heard the metal doors behind them shut in a loud echoing sound, but the only thing you could focus on was his full black body outfit as it stood out compared to the suits of his army. The cape fluttering behind him before he stopped a few feet in front of yourself, you could already imagine the smug look on his face under that stupid helmet of his.
"Good to see you again, pretty" His voice came out husky and low with the alterations the helmet made to his originally velvety and smooth voice, you had become rather accustomed to it these past few months.
You retorted back, the words only coming out in mumbles from the annoyingly dirty cloth gagging you. His chuckle resonated through the room in response as he walked closer to you, his gloved hands pulling the cloth from your mouth before you turned your head away in disgust.
He sighed, shaking his head disapprovingly at the scowl you had on your face, knowing it was aimed for himself.  With the flick of his wrist the closed sliding doors behind him opened.
"Out." His head turned towards the side, angled down as he talked to his two soldiers.
Two quick "yes sirs" left their mouths before exiting the doors. The man in front of you once again had his attention back on you as the doors behind him shut, leaving the two of you alone.
"Y/N"
"Hwaseong" you spit his name out like venom, you despised him, absolutely despised him. after all, he murdered your father with absolutely no remorse. You were not on his side, you were a Jedi, this was not your territory. Yet, you always ended up alone with him one way or another.
"You always act like this at first, yet one touch will have you coming undone on my fingers, isn't that right pretty?" His gloved hand came to stroke your face, your head instantly jerking away from his touch.
He let out a scoff, his hand aggressively gripping your chin and forcing you to look at him.
"Don't make me hurt you" His voice came out more as a sadistic growl then a command.
"Fuck you" you spat as your nose flared in anger, only then realizing what was coming next when he tilted his head to the side in a mocking way.
You felt the tension in your throat rise when he let go of your chin, hand held out in the air a few inches away from your neck. Feeling the way he began cutting off your air flow with just his mind, your head was being forcibly pressed up against the metal behind yourself. You choked out when he clamped his hand tighter. Your vision becoming hazy with the lack of oxygen. A small whimper left you, then an inaudible mumble following after.
"What was that, pretty?" He teased when he saw tears brimming at your eyes, another quiet mumble leaving your mouth.
"Speak up." He commanded.
"S-stop!" It was quiet, but louder than your last two attempts.
He obeyed, letting his arm fall to his side as he watched you cough and gasp for air. Seeing a few tears sliding down your cheeks and laughing to himself.
"You know what I want Y/N and I know you'll give it to me" He spoke.
You wanted so badly to get out of your restraints, wipe the embarrassing tears off your face and leave. But the growing heat in your pants was saying otherwise, your body spoke for itself and it wanted him. You shook your head 'no' in response to his words, your head hanging low while keeping your gaze away from him. but he was unconvinced.
"I know you enjoy it, pretty" His hand played with a strand of your hair, "when my fingers are buried inside that drenched cunt of yours" he tucked the strand of hair behind your ear, as you bit your lip.
"We have a bond, one like no other" his hand came under your chin, raising your eyes to his covered ones.
"I can feel your arousal from here" His thumb wiped a tear from your face, you shook your head again in his grasp.
"I don't need you, Hwaseong, I don't" you choked out, you couldn't let him get to you, not again. Not after all the shit he has done to your family and friends.
You were apart of the resistance, the last known Jedi, one who fought against the first order. You couldn't betray them like this.
At least, not again.
"No, but you want me. Why disregard your feelings? why must you always deny it every time we see one another, hmm?" His hand remained on your face as you glared at him, it angered you that he was right.
"Take your helmet off" you demanded, searching the metal helmet for a certain reaction or movement.
He removed his hand from your face, bringing both of them up to his head. Clicking both triggers on each side of the helmet to release the suction, before lifting it above his head. His sharp eyes met yours as he let the helmet drop to the floor, the metal floor and helmet making a loud clank. His blonde, almost silvery white hair sitting perfectly atop his head as a smirk was plastered on his face.
He saw your pupils dilate, practically sparkling as you laid your eyes on him. Just as you always did when he took his helmet off.
"Your reaction never fails to turn me on, pretty. Keep looking at me like that and you won't even remember you're a member of the resistance when I'm done with you" there it was, that smooth seductive voice of his. That voice that always had you seeing stars and forgetting your own name. You didn't even care about the meaning of his words, only his delivery.
His hands found their way to your waist, caressing and drawing circles on them delicately before moving them farther up. Ghosting the tips of his thumbs against your clothed nipples, the breathy moan you let out going straight to his growing erection.
"Take the restraints off Hwa" You tried jerking your arms away in attempt to free yourself, only wanting to get closer to him. He let out a chuckle before flicking his wrist, the restraints coming undone by the force.
You fell forward, landing into his grasp. Hands falling into his chest before snaking them around his shoulders as his came to your waist. Breathing the same air as your breaths fanned over one another's faces.
He was the first to close the gap, slamming his lips into yours. Pushing your back against the metal slate you were once restrained to.
Your lips moved in sync, sucking, licking, and biting. His hands squeezed your waist harder, most definitely leaving bruises for you to later find. Deepening the kiss when he pushed his tongue into your mouth, a desperate sounding moan leaving your throat when he began sucking on your tongue.
Your hands became tangled in the back of his hair, trying to bring his face as close as possible. Either of his hands made it to your thigh, lifting it and bringing it around his side. You ground your hips into his erection, earning yourself a delightful growl from the man who had his tongue shoved in your mouth.
The taste of his saliva was like nothing else you had ever experienced before, you could never get enough of it. He separated from your swollen lips and you whined from the lost of contact. He let out a small breathy laugh between the wet kisses he left on your jawline down to your neck. His tongue poked out from his mouth, allowing it to lick a strip of your warm skin, and causing shivers to run down your spin.
He soon after latched his plump lips around your neck, sucking and biting. Leaving his marks all over you. He wanted nobody but himself touching you, you were his.
"You know" he said between open mouth kisses and sucks on your neck, you hummed, pulling him closer by the leg wrapped around his torso.
"Our telepathy works whenever" you let out a high pitched whine when he found the sweet spot on your neck, he continued to abuse that spot when he felt your hips grind into his.
"I can hear you thinking about me when touching yourself" you let out an embarrassed whimper then mumbling out a quiet 'no'.
Although your telepathy bond could work at any given time, you didn't think he could hear you at such vulnerable times, how embarrassing.
"No- you can't" he chuckled into your neck.
"Oh but I can. You make it so hard for me not to take my ship straight to wherever you may be and fuck that precious little cunt of yours, pretty" you whined, your hand ruining his perfectly combed hair as you let your fingers tangle and grip the soft locks as you pushed him farther into the side of your neck.
You were so desperate, desperate for the feeling of his fingers plunging in and out of your core. Curling them up and having your legs a shaking mess as you came all over them.
"Hwa please, just fuck me, please" you practically begged, pressing your hips closer to his, you felt his smile on the skin of your neck as a response.
He ran a hand over the fabric of your baggy pants around your raised thigh. Bringing them higher before teasing the hem of your pants, his cold gloved fingers pushing just a bit past the fabric as they ghosted over your warm skin, sending chills throughout your body.
"Stop teasing" you mumbled out, letting one of your hands fall to your pants and pushing the fabric just below your plump ass.
He chuckled at your desperation. Dropping your leg from his side, allowing your pants to drop to your ankles before you stepped out of them. You looked up at him, his eyes meeting yours before his hand disappeared into the fabric of your panties.
His other hand raised you leg again, this time higher so he could get more access. You let your head fall back into the metal while closing your eyes when his fingers found your clit, skillfully drawing circles around the bundle of nerves.
The fabric of his black leather gloves making your body shudder with the harsh yet pleasing contact.
"I can hear how wet you are, pretty. just as I want you" he smirked when pushing two fingers into your tight cunt, curling them slightly once fully inside. Just as you were craving them to do so.
You whined at the extra stretch his gloves caused. He gave your jawline wet open mouth kisses as he began moving his fingers in and out of you. His open hand came to your panties before ripping them off your body, a rather breathy gasp leaving your throat when hearing the sound. 
Now he could see just how big of a mess you were making on his fingers. he threw the torn material to the other side of the room, continuing to watch his now glistening gloved fingers disappear in you and reappear again. His pace began to speed up, wet lewd sounds bouncing off the walls.
You could barely control the sounds that were leaving yourself. You were too focused on the pleasure you felt with his fingers abusing your clenching hole and how the palm of his hand continued to slap onto your clit as he did so.
As one of your hands was on his shoulder, the other came to stop his moving one as you felt a weird feeling as you came closer to your high.
"S-stop, it feels weird" You tried to push his hand away but his other hand slapped yours away with an animalistic growl.
"You're fine, pretty. Enjoy yourself" he chuckled, watching as your arousal dripped around his fingers as the rammed into you.
"N-no Hwa, I'm serious- ah fuck!" You clenched around him as you felt the pleasure come over you, cumming all over his fingers, not even being able to comprehend the amount of liquid squirting from yourself and down your legs.
"Shit.." He watched in awe as your brows furrowed and mouth opened, your back arching up from the metal slate behind you. Your juices squirting out all over his hand, coating a good amount of his clothes and the floor in your essence.
His fingers slowed as you came down from your high, your face flushing red in embarrassment.
"Don't be embarrassed, pretty. That's the hottest thing I've seen in a long time" he chuckled and put your leg down and you covered your face with your hands. That was the first time you've ever squirted, you didn't even think you could physically do such a thing.
You peaked around your hands when you heard the sound of clothing hitting the ground, your eyes landing on his bare abdomen. You cursed to yourself when laying your eyes on his perfectly toned body.
You followed his lead, taking your shirt off then reaching your hands behind your back to unclip your bra. He watched you with hooded eyes as the straps fell down your shoulders, soon leading to your bra hitting the damp floor and releasing your pretty tits. He cursed under his breath when you looked up to him.
"You're stunning Y/N, the most beautiful girl I've ever laid my eyes on" He told you while his hands began undoing his pants, your mouth falling slightly agape in shock from his words. He saw your face, letting a small smile take over his lips.
"Don't pretend that you don't know it's true" he told you.
Now if you were to tell your friends and your mother, along with the rest of the resistance that the Hwaseong had just called you the most beautiful girl he's ever seen. They'd laugh straight in your face, because surely the most feared man in the galaxy felt nothing for anyone, right? Or at least that's what you had thought.
"Hwaseong-"
"It's Seonghwa, pretty. My name is Seonghwa" His pants fell to the ground leaving him in tight black boxers, his throbbing erection being seen through the fabric.
"W-why are you telling me this, Hwaseong? I don't understand" you shook your head as he got closer to you, his hand lifted your chin, raising your face to his before pressing a soft delicate kiss on your lips. A feeling that you had never felt with him before.
"I don't know" he whispered against your lips "but I want you to call me that, will you do that for me?" His eyes flickered between yours, awaiting your response.
"Yes, Seonghwa" you pressed your forehead to his.
Why you agreed, you don't know. Something about Seonghwa had you fully pulled in. Into something you had never experienced before in your life. You've had sex with others before him but nothing was as pleasurable and special as it was with him and it confused you.
The both of you were so different in so many aspects. He was on the dark side trying to take over the galaxy while you were there to stop him, create peace throughout the galaxy.
The only thing that you had to blame for this was the bond. Which also confused you because, why was it there? Why was it that you could communicate with him whenever you felt the desire and how could he do the same? And why was it that you even desired to talk to him?
It's as if the two of you are connected by souls, maybe this is what the people would call soulmates.
the two of you had moments where you had thought of joining forces and it wasn't because of the sex you were sharing, rather the way you felt when you were together. The feeling of being on top of the world. That is how you felt with him at times, but you were always reminded of who he was and what he has done.
Yet, you couldn't help but forgive him.
Your hand roamed over his torso, outlining his abs with your fingers and then his v-line before slipping your hand past the fabric of his boxers. He let out a sigh of relief when you had fully grasped his hot erection. Giving it a teasing squeeze before running your finger along the slit, smearing the precum around the head of his cock.
"Seonghwa.?" You questioned, the warmth of your breath spreading over his face. He hummed in response, letting his hips grind into your hand as he squeezed his eyes shut and dropped his head back in pleasure.
"I want you to fuck me like I'm the only girl in the galaxy"
His eyes shot open before he looked down at you, a look of surprise on his face. You became shy under his gaze, slowing the movements of your hand around his cock. But that feeling only lasted a second before he grabbed you face and slammed his lips into yours.
Your surprised gasp being swallowed by Seonghwa's mouth before kissing him back. Your teeth sometimes clanking together from the rough movements. The two of your bare chests met together, spreading the warmth of your flesh to one another. The pace of your  hand stroking his cock became faster and more rough, you brought your other hand to the back of his neck pushing him farther into your mouth.
You couldn't get close enough to him, no matter how hard your tried. You wanted him, all of him.
You separated from the kiss and his groin before catching his eyes as the two of you caught your breaths. Your bodies still being pressed together
"Will you?" You asked, meeting his eyes and still awaiting a reply from your previous question.
"Of course" His eyes remained on yours as he pushed his boxers fully down to his feet. His cock springing free from the material as his feet stepped out of the fabric.
His hands came in contact with both sides of your waist, giving the plush skin a small squeeze.
"Jump" he ordered and you obeyed. He easily lifted your body as if you weighed nothing and your legs came to wrap around his torso. His hands moved to hold the under side of your thighs and your arms wrapped around his neck to stable yourself.
He gently pushed you back against the metal slate behind yourself. It was different from the times he would slam you up against the metal, he always had you a bleeding mess under him as he interrogated you and pried answers from your mouth. Although you as well, never left him without a good beat.
Goosebumps spread across your skin when the metal hit your bare back, but the warmth of his chest pressed to yours made up for it. He began rubbing his hard cock through your wet arousal, as small gasp leaving your throat as he lubed himself before aligning with the entrance of your sobbing cunt.
His eyes met yours, asking for permission to push into you. It was something you had appreciated and adored, he may be the most feared man in the galaxy but he wouldn't ever push you to do anything sexual with him if you didn't want to.
Although he wouldn't hesitate beating you half to death when the two of you would get into fights. It was quite humorous.
"Please fuck me, Seonghwa. " You pushed your hips forward, your cunt sucking in the tip of his cock with ease.
He let out a hiss of pleasure when you clenched around him. Your head dropped onto his shoulder as he slowly pushed the rest of his length into you. Your sweet moans reaching his ears when he pulled almost all the way out before thrusting back into you. He continued with the same pace, slow agonizing thrusts that were driving your crazy.
He could feel how desperate you were for more when your hips came to meet his in a rough way. He let out a chuckle when he gave you what you wanted, slamming into your tight wet hole and you couldn't help but drop your head onto his shoulder with loud high pitched whines leaving you in the process.
"Is this what you wanted, pretty-?" He teased, practically growling out the words as his hips continued abusing your hole.
"Yes- fuck! Just like that Hwa, don't stop!" You practically screamed out when he hit your sweet spot. Only making the both of your highs arrive faster when you clenched around his cock.
He cursed out in response, letting out small grunts from the noises you were making. One of his hands left your thigh and wrapped it around your waist, while the other made its way to your hair, pulling your head away from his shoulder to see your face.
"Such a pretty girl for me" His eyes watched your face, Your eyes were closed with your brows furrowed together and your mouth was slightly agape, letting out high pitched moans and whines just for him.
His gaze dropped down to your tits, watching as they bounced up and down with the force of his thrusts.
"You take me so well, pretty" your hands rested on his shoulders as his constant thrusts had your legs shaking around him.
His hand remained in your hair, his grip was softer then before but it still forced you to face him. Your eyes peaked open, watching him with hooded eyes. He gave you a small smirk before dropping the hand from your hair and down to your clit, giving it a few soft slaps before drawing circles around the bundle of nerves.
"Ah shit-!" Your hips jerked forward into his causing you both to let out similar moans. In response he sped up his movements. Hips now ramming into yours at an inhuman pace, fingers rubbing circles harshly on your clit adding just enough friction.
"S-Seonghwa, I'm gonna cum-"
"Go ahead, pretty. Make a mess all over my cock"
That's all it took for you to come undone, clenching and unclenching around him, causing him to curse out from the tightness. Your threw your head back in complete bliss, as constant sounds left your mouth.
Seonghwa was not far behind you as he shot his seed deep inside of you while his hips stuttered a bit. The both of you rode out your highs together.
Seonghwa pulled out and watched the both yours and his arousal drip out of you. He then put you down, your shaking legs almost giving out when they touched the ground. You both let out small laughs.
You rested your head against his chest as the both of you tried to catch your breaths. His hands wrapped around your waist and he placed a kiss on the roots of your hair before resting his chin on the top of your head.
"Y/N" he spoke, saying your real name instead of the nickname he's always called you. And you know when he calls you by your birth name that whatever he says next is nothing but serious.
You lifted your head from his chest to make eye contact with him, only to find him smiling warmly at you. Confusion now running through you.
"Y-Yeah.?" Your eyes flickered between his, searching for any sort of emotion he may be feeling. You saw something in his eyes but you pushed that thought away.
Hwaseong couldn't feel anything for anyone.
Or so you thought.
"I love you"
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