#i'm sorry if it's not kylo enough | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

xsister-serpent · 4 months

Text

Earbuds & Intrigue - Part 2

Warning: 18+ MDNI, cursing, spicy audio, sexually explicit,

Summary: Goth!Reader is a supporter of a spicy audio content creator CraftedClassic on Patreon. Her routine office job takes an unexpected turn when she discovers that her new wealthy CEO is none other than CraftedClassic, the infamous spicy audio creator she admires.

A/N: Finally here's part 2 of the story, hope you all enjoy this chapter as this was quite fun for me to write. I made a little playlist for this fic and I'm super proud of it. LMK if you guys want to be tagged 🖤🖤🖤 Don't act like you office people don't kill company time on your phone. Kylo's username is: CraftedClassic and Goth!Reader username is DeathMajesty.

Tagging: @novausstuff

In the morning, you were called into the office with only a few people, including Maz. You reluctantly agreed considering you could opt out a day next week. Upon entering the office, you saw that your usual far corner spot had been taken. Sighing, you sat at the vacant desk directly adjacent to the new CEO's office. After setting up your laptop for work, you began doing your regular tasks. Suddenly, you saw Kylo coming around the corner. As he unbuttoned his overcoat, he talked on his iPhone as stoic as ever. Your gaze went back to your laptop, but your thoughts trailed back to him. It was odd enough that he and Rey were cousins. The simple fact Rey had told you all his dirt made you wonder a bit more about him. What he was outside of work. What he regarded as mundane? He always looked well put together but according to Rey, he’s barely keeping it together. Totaling

Kylo went into the office and flicked on the lights. For someone who didn’t speak at all, he certainly had a commanding presence. You could hear him typing away on his laptop and soon enough a clicking of his mouth escaped him. Something was up, you concluded. You heard him whisper a drawn-out ‘What’ from his office in a disappointed sigh.

Before you could message Rose you could hear his footsteps come back out of his office. You placed your phone back on your desk as if you were only checking the time.

Kylo slouched against the door frame as he looked at his watch.

“Why is no one ready?” he mumbled looking at his watch again and then at the door. He had his sleeves rolled up to his muscular forearms.

Rose was right, he was a male Miranda Priestly. You kept your eyes on your laptop screen until his gaze caught yours.

“Morning Y/N,” he greeted with a nod.

“Morning,” you answered.

“Could you CC me in those monthly reports you give to Maz?”

“Sure,” you nodded adding him to your mass email.

This was the first time you had to CC anyone bigger than Mazz on your emails, which sent you a little spike of anxiety but if the CEO needs it then so be it. You were confident in your work and you had the backup info to prove it. You could still feel Kylo’s gaze on you as you went back to your work. You tried to tune him out as you knew you had stares everywhere you went.

“I’m sorry, but, I think I’ve seen you before,” he spoke as he walked over to your desk, “Do you know Phas? Tall blonde woman?”

Kylo kept a respectable distance however it still felt like he was towering over you.

“No, I’m Rey's roommate actually,” You explained turning in your chair to face him.

Kylo’s eyebrow rose slightly, “Ah, yeah, you’re on her socials right?”

You nodded, “Yeah we signed on that two-bedroom apartment in Ferrix.”

“Ferrix? That’s a quiet neighborhood,” His eyes were on the door once more, “What time do the supervisors come in??”

“They should be in any second now,” I answered.

Meeting with the supervisors wasn’t new but Kylo’s stance was a bit like watching a shark wait for unsuspecting prey. Something was definitely up.

Before he could say anything Mr. Pryde along with a few other older supervisors came in each laughing until they all laid their eyes on Kylo. The room went silent as Kylo walked over to them.

“Gentlemen, the meeting was at 7:30 am,” he spoke with an unnerving calmness

Each of them went silent as they followed Kylo into the room. As the door closed you immediately messaged Rose.

Y/N: Someone is getting fired with eye emojis.

Rose: Damn. I’d hate to be a manager

Y/N: I’ll keep you updated

You saw Maz show up with her laptop along with a smile at you. When she opened the door however you could hear Kylo’s firm voice.

“Maz and her team are the only ones who's been updating logs!,” Kylo reprimanded the room, “How could any of you miss this crucial mis-..”

Maz looked back at you with wide eyes as she closed the door behind her.

Kylo’s harsh critics could be heard through the walls along with another woman’s voice was seemed to be on call. You placed your other earbuds in and began to catch up on your drafting work. Hours flew by and it hit your lunch break finally.

You grabbed your leftovers and began to walk over to the lunch room/ break room alone. You could still hear all the supervisors talking amongst one another along with Kylo’s baritone voice.

You shook your head and left the area, “Not my pig, not my farm.”

Soon you heard the door open, and a million voices began speaking at once. You paused your snack mid-bite as Maz came into the room with a small smile on her face. She looked outwards and then back at you with a grateful sigh, “You have spared the entire team from Kylo’s wrath.”

“What really??” You urgently whispered, “Maz what the hell happened in there? I could hear him through the walls.”

“A blood bath that’s what happened,” she sighed quietly as she made herself coffee, “Kylo’s cracking down on the departments and he’s not taking any prisoners.”

“That makes sense, he’d ask me to send him my monthly reports now,” You answered leaning back into the chair.

“Thank you for doing so,” Maz spoke giving your shoulder an affirmed squeeze.

A slight blush came on your face, “So do I get a raise??”

“I hope so you deserve it. You know what, I’ll see what I can do,” Maz took a drink from her coffee as she looked at her work phone, “Speaking of the devil. I’ll see you around.”

She left you alone in the break room shutting the door. A smile came on your face as you took a drink from your coke. It had been a while since you received some if any recognition, so this was a small win in your favor. You cleaned up after yourself and went out to your car for the last 15 minutes of your lunch.

You went into your car and placed the seat back texting your mom about your victory. You smiled as she messaged you back saying ‘Of course, she didn’t raise a dumb kid’.

Before you knew it your work phone blew up in messages of praise from Rose, Connix, and Maz with congratulatory gifs.

You played your music hearing the thrashing of guitars of Rammstein as you beamed quietly in your car. You nodded to the music of the German rock band. You were so stuck on your small victory that you didn’t even notice someone standing outside your door. Until a sharp tap broke you out of your trance. You glanced up and saw Kylo.

“Oh shit,” you mumbled as you quickly adjusted your seat and lowered your music, “Oh hey what’s up?”

Kylo was a few paces away from your car, “Hi. Sorry to bother you on your break.”

You waved a hand, “It’s fine, am I parked in your spot or??”

“What? Oh no, no that’s not it,” Kylo spoke clearing his throat, “I wanted to apologize if you heard me through that meeting. Maz told me I was a bit loud.”

You looked at his stature once more although he seemed intense in the office, right now he looked like a fish out of water with you.

“It’s fine. I kinda tuned it out,” you dismissed.

A relief came across his face as he ran his fingers through his hair, “Cool. I’m glad that didn’t freak you out.”

There was a pause between the two of you taking in each other’s appearance or at least he was taking in yours. You couldn’t tell if he was sizing you up or checking you out.

“So uh Rammstein huh??” He mentioned your music.

“You listen to them?” You questioned.

You could see his face slightly turn pink? His large hands slightly fidgeted with his key tag that hanged from his belt nervously.

“I’ve probably a few songs from them on tic-tok,” He spoke leaning on his car, “They seem pretty cool.”

“Yeah,” You agreed as you glanced at your dashboard and then at him. There was a pause between the two of you. You awkwardly looked at the clock and then at him. You always kept a distance when it came to higher-ups but that was because they were older. Kylo however was probably one of the youngest CEOs you had ever seen. Right now he seemed to be staring back at you, waiting for you to respond to him.

“Do you have any good recommendation albums from them?” Kylo asked a little too enthusiastically breaking the silence.

It was a bit out of the ordinary questions other people had for you. Kylo looked interested, waiting for your response. However, before you could answer your alarm went off signaling that you had to return to your desk.

“Check out Rosenrot and Reise, Reise,” you suggested as you exited your car.

“Definitely,” he continued as he walked next to you, “I’ve been meaning to expand my music taste these couple of months. Hearing divorce dad rock isn’t cutting it for me anymore.”

A slight grin came over you as he held open the door for you, “Are you looking for something in particular.”

Kylo shrugged his shoulders placing his hands in his pocket as he glanced over to you, “Something heavy, enough to cause my father a heart attack.” A slight chuckle escaped your lips, “Hmm that varies, but Rammstein is a good start to that harder music.”

He glanced at you as he took off his sunglasses, “When you’re done clocking in see me in my office.”

A slight spike of unease suddenly came as you saw him walk into his office. You message your team saying you will be gone for the next 15 minutes for a meeting. You exhaled a breath calming your nerves as you went back to your laptop clocking in. You took another breath and grabbed a small notepad and pen just in case you needed to write something. You turned the corner and saw Maz conversing with another worker. Maybe she had put in the good word? You pushed your anxiety to the side and walked into his office. It was large and overlooked most of the city. His desk was large with black wood and a large leather-looking seat.

“Shut the door behind you,” he spoke not looking up from his work.

You nodded quietly as you did so. You made your way to the leathered chair in front of his desk as he sat reading something.

“Maz speaks very highly of you,” Kylo spoke his gaze turning back to you, “And after today’s work I truly believe it.”

A slight nod came from you, “Thanks. I did my best.”

“Maz and I agreed you’ll get a raise,” He spoke turning his static gaze back to his laptop.

Your eyebrow perked up with a shock, “Oh great, thanks, Ren. I appreciate it.”

“Keep doing what you're doing,” Kylo concluded with what seemed like a slight smile, “Send in Mr. Pryde when you head out.”

It looked..cute. You took your gaze away as you stood up from the seat and made your way to the door. You reached for the door only for it to budge.

“Great,” you sighed in disappointment trying to budge it open.

“Something wrong Y/N?” Kylo questioned looking up at you.

“The door’s jammed,” You answered trying to open it, “You’d think this building would be up to date.”

Kylo stood up from his desk and went next to you, “Let me try.”

You stood back as he gripped the door handle trying to unjam it. A ring came, one you had recognized almost immediately.

A chime from Audios After Dark. You gripped your pen as you swiftly glanced at his desk. No that couldn’t be. Thankfully you were facing the opposite way from Kylo so you wouldn’t give away any hints.

“I’ll message Maz maybe she can move it on the outside,” you spoke taking out your phone and messaging her.

“Good thinking,” Kylo spoke as he tried budgeting the door again with a hard grunt.

You heard another familiar chime, confirming your suspicions that he was a part of that community.

That could be for any of the tags though. He probably indulged in a few of the female audios.

The door suddenly budged as Kylo gave another hard pull causing a few strains of his raven hair to fall onto his face. You could see his forearm flexing as he gripped the door handle once more. It was s such a mundane thing but the way his arms flexed…

STOP IT! you internally scolded yourself.

“Ah there it goes,” You commented seeing the door slightly budge.

“Thank God,” Kylo chuckled as he glanced at you then at the door, “You might want to take a step back.”

As you took a step back he pulled back the door this time it swung open with force until it hit him right on the toe so hard that you winced.

“FUCK!” He yelled in both frustration and agony, “FUCKIN SHIT!”

That..that sounded familiar.. A little too familiar. You heard someone else say that..someone you had listened to.

Another chime from the After Dark Audios app rang once more.

“Kylo are you alright?” You spoke looking at him as he limped to the seat you were in.

“Yeah,” he winced as he gave you a weak thumbs up, “I’ll live.”

“Do you want an ice pack or something??”

“No it’s fine thank you Y/N,” he spoke gripping a leather armchair as his cheeks became red in pain, “Have Mr. Pryde come in 10.”

You looked at him concerned, “Are you positive you don’t need anything??”

“No no,” he weakly dismissed with a wave with a stifled groan, “I’ll be good. Sorry for cursing Y/N.”

I’ll be good, that voice. That voice.

“It’s fine let me know if you need anything,” You agreed as you walked away from his office leaving the door open so he wouldn’t have to pry it open once more.

There was that strange hit of nostalgia, like trying to remember an old song on the radio. You went back to your desk as you heard another After Dark Chime coming from his office. A spark of curiosity came as you pulled out your phone. You switched your phone on silent and pulled up the app. You could feel your breath slightly hitch as you opened it. Your eyes went to the CraftedClassic user name. There was a green online light on his user name. Your palms became slightly sweaty as you hovered over the message board.

Just do it, you urged yourself, It’s a million in one shot.

With a steady exhale you clicked the comments section and went under his status.

‘Take all the time you need! Enjoy your rest!’.

In anticipation, you held your breath and clicked send.

An After Dark Chime rang through.

Directly from Kylo’s office.

A hand went to your temples in panic. Silent internal sirens rang off in your head as you saw a message reply from CraftedClassic.

Thanks DeathMajesty, I got a special present for my loyal listener when I come back <3 ;)

You silently placed your phone back in your pocket and looked at your keyboard. CraftedClassic was your boss??! But how? Why?!

A heat of embarrassment came on your cheeks as you folded your hands in front of you swinging your chair to show the back of it.

“Son a bitch,” you mumbled in disbelief as the weight of the truth became heavy in your chest.

You knew his little secret.

#kylo ren fanfic #kylo ren #star wars #kylo ren x reader #kylo ren AU #ben solo #ben solo x reader #kylo ren smut

86 notes · View notes

piglet26 · 4 months

Text

Reylo. Sorry, but it's not abusive

Star Wars is not selling abusive relationships to young girls nor conditioning them into aspiring to them. Reylo is not propaganda from disgruntled single middle aged woman. It wasn't promoting abusive relationships when Luke still found love for his father despite Darth Vader cutting off his hand. Luke fans, young and old, were not attacked as being dumb or needy for liking Luke or how he viewed his father. It damn sure wasn't considered abusive when Anakin choked Padme and she still held hope for him in her heart. Or, that Obi-Wan still held a love for Anakin despite everything Darth Vader had done. Then there was Reylo.

Being a Reylo is not something I feel I need to defend. Let me love what I love in peace. That's what I believe. I did not actually see any of the sequel trilogy until after it was concluded. I was not on any fandoms during the rollout and marketing for the films. Thank God. However, I have gathered enough to understand it was horrible how Reylos were being regarded. It was beyond patronizing. I'm not new to fandom, hell I've been on soap opera fandoms for quite some time and believe me that's a savage space, but wow.

I want to clarify some of the feedback against Reylo and reaffirm why it's such a compelling pairing. Further more, I regard it as an compelling attribute to the Star Wars universe that only added to the franchise.

Now I've seen the domination of woman twisted up and called romance (see Twilight and 50 Shades of Gray), but I don't think people understand WHY those relationship were as such. Rey, on her own, is one of the strongest and most badass female leads to ever appear on the big screen. Despite people thinking she doesn't have a personality she is a resourceful, tough, innocent, loyal, hopeful and strong. She has agency unlike Bella Swan. She is not sexualized by Kylo Ren unlike the 50 shades girl. Her gender is neither a hindrance nor an advantage. She has the agency to save herself, but she is also saved.

Which is really one of the main issues. There is the patronization of Rey as a character, the people who like her and the people who like the pairing. While those 50 shades of gray books didn't buy themselves rather than listening to why Reylos liked the pairing they were told why they did and then dismissed. Or, there's the men that wanted Rey to be with Finn because Finn was the "nice guy" who they identified with.

Rey doesn't need a love interest - not all heroines need love interests, but why does it imply she's weak if she does have a love interest? Heroes infamously have a female counterpart which helps make them viable. It doesn't make them any less interesting as an individual.

Kylo Ren and Rey are NOT a couple but instead representatives of opposing sides in a war. This is the most important part. From the get-go they have an intense dynamic. Both have had visions and dreams of the other and they recognize something in one another. Kylo Ren did kidnap Rey, however, if you consider fighting your enemies “abusive” or interrogating war prisoners as “domestic violence”.............well, that is odd.

As quotes about them

What if your soulmate in the Force was your enemy? Circumstance, pits them against each other, but the Force bonds them together. They understand each other almost from a point of view of fate. And yet, fate has made them enemies.

While Kylo Ren is fascinated by In the moments of the interrogation, gender and sexuality have nothing to do with Kylo’s actions. J.J. made the conscious choice to show us the same scene twice (Kylo Ren interrogating his enemies) so the audience can spot the differences between the two. Sorry J.J, you trusted people too much.

We're able to see very clear aggression and abuse come from Kylo Ren for Poe. He has zero interest in him personally. He needs information and he will get it. The force and his ability to read someone's mind is a tool within his disposal. Now why isn't Poe's interrogation considered sexual assault?

"You know I can take anything I want" HE CAN READ HER MIND! He's not talking about raping her for God's Sake! He asked her to freely provide information and she didn't want to. However, he has a tool to use against a girl adding his enemies - a tool he'll use if she doesn't want to snitch. She knows this he already read her mind - so why not give the information freely?!

Rey also invaded his mind, so did she mind-rape him too?

The line that fans almost never seem to talk about in The Force Awakens is when Kylo says to Rey “Don’t be afraid, I feel it too.” What did he feel? The best I'm able to understand is what they felt was their force dyad igniting or fulfilling.

Ren becomes personally invested in Rey. Not with her cause, or her affiliation with the Resistance, but with her and what he wants from her.

“Kylo chased Finn and Rey outside Starkiller Base to fight them! He threw Rey against a tree!” Well she was going to shoot him..... I would've thrown her against a tree to save myself. His issue in that moment was Finn. Finn was the "traitor" in questioned and his unfinished business. They fought, but really it was a dueling exercise. Kylo Ren wanted to test her skills and her powers. If he wanted her dead there was a convenient edge to push her over, hell he offered to teach her. Rey was the one to go ape and almost kill him.

Again, I'm not implying that they aren't messy - they are. For literary nerds this is why they are a compelling heroine/villain. Ultimately one will greatly affect the other. The tension in between them is why it's great.

Ben Solo, least we forget, is himself an abuse victim. This is canon. While Kylo Ren has learned abusive techniques, they are at war. Applying abusive characteristics to a fictional character in a war setting without any attempt to incorporate the story is bizarre. Why was he able for the first time to stand against his abuser? Rey. He couldn't stand up for himself but he stood up for her. Ultimately, Kylo Ren wanted to 'break the wheel" that's what he claimed. If he was honest, he'd admit he had no clue of how to do that.

Most abusers are charming and irresistible when you first meet them. Ben has NEVER dishonest with Rey about who he is. Rey is very aware of the horrible side of him and even refers to him as a monster. He affirms her accusation that he is a monster.

During their force bonds because of the nature of the bond Rey is in a position to hear him out and try to understand how he became the monster he is today. When she learns that he didn't become this on his own, that Luke, his parents and Snoke contributed to his downfall she had hope in him. It's also important to make the distinctions that when she has a vision of him, it's as Ben. It's like a bipolar personality. When Kylo Ren goes all Darcy marriage proposal - she reject him. She rightfully spurned him when he resorted to cruelty to sway her to his side. Rey turned down Kylo as long as he was the ’bad guy’, and only kissed him as Ben ’the good guy’.

“He only wants to use her for her power.” Oversimplification that Rey is actually guilty of. Kylo Ren is lonely and within Rey he finds not only an equal but the most intense emotional connection he's ever had. The most intense connection she's ever had. Let's not forget they are probably both virgins. Then they are in each other's head. That's intense. When Kylo makes his plea to Rey it's out of not only loneliness but truly wanting her for her.

Also, Kylo doesn’t say he wants them to rule together as “master and apprentice”. He wants Rey to be his empress, his queen which is what Rey means. He’s literally proposing by offering her the entire galaxy. Ultimately Reylos see them as two equally powerful archenemies dedicating themselves to defeating the other but also find themselves strangely drawn to each other in ways they might not want to admit. Then two soul mates on the other side of a conflict.

This is built on the idea that hate itself is a sort of twisted form of love. It is, or, rather hatred is born from things like fear, pain, betrayal and love. Their connection is complicated. One minutes they last out at one another and the next they lean into each other. People can regard this as toxic. Others, like myself, regard this as the gray side of love. Reylo represent the yin yang of the force. The light and the dark craving each other and finding themselves frustrated.

Notice how many hero/villains find themselves telling others that only they are allowed to kill/harm their nemesis, in a subconscious effort to protect their nemesis from others. And they may also get strangely jealous when their nemesis fights other people.

Other people give this argument because they believe the popularity of antiheroes in media is a sign of society’s moral decay. The First Order for all we know is not a fascist society. We have no idea the ideology of the First Order. We know their clothing was inspired by the Nazis.

Red String of Fate: the two connected by the red thread are destined lovers, regardless of place, time, or circumstances. This magical cord may stretch or tangle, but never break

Kylo Ren and Rey BOTH want to be together, believe in the other, but are held back by their individual idea of what means. How is that abusive?! Maybe it's back to thinking little girls won't be able to understand the complexity of Reylo. Huh, well little boys can understand the complexity of Batman and Joker. If little boys are smart enough to realize the difference between fiction and reality and are able to watch a love/hate relationship between a good guy and a bad guy, I’m pretty sure the girls can handle it too. Rey has hope and belief that Kylo Ren can be good, she won't stay by his side while he's doing bad.

What is Reylo? In a way. Iconic

#reylo #star wars #rey star wars #ben solo #rey skywalker #kylo x rey #finnrey #kylo ren #ben solo deserved better #ben solo x rey #rey palpatine #rey #reylo au #star wars fanart #disney star wars

54 notes · View notes

orangevtae · 2 years

Text

Follow Trough | Kylo Ren

Summary: You were Ben Solo's partner since before he turned to the dark side and changed his name to Kylo Ren, you met during Luke's Jedi training. Scaping the planet alongside with Rey, Poe, Fin and the Resistance while Luke distracted Kylo long enough so you guys could escape, you, Kylo and Rey end up making a bridge trough the Force connection and he discovers that you're carring his child on your womb.

Warnings/Additional tags: afab!reader, use of she/her pronouns, angst like really angst, romance and a little bit of fluff (it's more on memories though), conflictual feelings, Rey's a sweetheart, hurt and comfort.

Pairings: Kylo Ren/Ben Solo x Reader, Rey Skywalker/Palpatine x Reader (platonic)

A/N: I was making a Star Wars marathon and while watching the final scenes of The Last Jedi, i thought of that for some reason

"Leia, let me help you" you offered to Leia, holding out your hand to help her walk on the Millenium Falcon

"My Darling, we both know that i'm not the one who needs help" she laughed, eyes scanning over your growing belly "But i appreciate it either way"

You smiled at her, her right hand tapped your left cheek softly and up she went to the ship. You stayed behind with Rey to make sure that all of the survivors of the Resistance got inside safetly, hand carressing your belly.

You were at least 5 months long or so, you were pretty sure that you were almost 6, you lost count when all the attacks ordered by The First Order surrounded you. You sighed remembering that that meant that it was really that long since...you last saw your husband, your last encounter with Kylo Ren, it was really that long ago, even if you and him had a connection bridge trough the force way before you started to admit to have feelings for him back on the Jedi training time with Luke Skywalker, you refused to let the connection happen for the sake of your unborn baby.

You had no idea of what Kylo Ren would be able to do of he discovered that you were pregnant with his child, you always got worriedly sick thinking of it, so you did the best you could to hide the pregnancy from him, using the Force to make a fog up on the tracks of your baby, you still remember the last time you had one of your encounters, way before Rey appeared, way before things with The First Order angainst the Resistance got thicker in tension because of the back of the Jedi.

"Y/N/N? Hey, keep your mind back here" you looked up blinking rapidly, Ben's broad form in front of you, you squinted your eyes looking up at him and shielding your eyes from the burning sun light with your hands "Here you are darling everything's ok? You dissociated a moment back there"

He told you worriedly, face full of concern looking down at you, hand carressing yours softly. You were in a planet that The First Order couldn't reach you and Be- Kylo Ren on your monthly encounters, you were actually pretty tired of only being able to see him one time a month and even if you always were happy to see your husband, it wasn't the same since he turned to the dark side few years ago, you took well the first times, overjoyed to be with him for two or three days before you would part ways yet again, it was hard, hard loving him the way things how they were now, but you could handle it, right? You always thought that you could, but for two months now, you started to fear your encounters.

Kylo always tried to get you to join him on the dark side, so far deep on his fed hatred by Snoke even if you could see a little disturbence on him and the last bit of light while you always tried to bring him back home, for the sake of Leia and Han, and for the sake of the unborn baby you discovered to be carrying some weeks ago. The unborn little one would need their father present, but you couldn't let it happen while he was on the dark side, that would be the last time you would see him, it broke your heart, but you knew it was for the best.

"Yes, i'm sorry honey, i'm just tired, need some rest that's all" you smiled at him while seating down, pushing him lightly to be with you "Come lay with me"

Without a single resistance, he got rid of his gloves, shoes and cape and layed down on the little made up bed you had separated for your monthly encounters. He pushed you by the waist, your arms circling his neck, head on his chest and his cheek on the top of your head, hands softly carressing your hair.

It still pained you to remember the day you left without saying goodbye to him, you had be gone way before he woke up, ending your connection with him trough the force and hiding your baby whenever he would try to connect with you again, it was hard the first months but you soon got too busy helping Leia, the Resistance and focusing on your growing baby that everything with Kylo turned tolerable, not easy cause you could never get rid of how much you missed him.

"Y/N/N, everyone's already inside the ship, we should go" Rey's voice brought you back to the present, a soft smile on her lips as she extended her hand for you to hold "Let me help you"

"You such a sweet Rey, thank you, let's get out of this ice cube" you smiled at her and took her hand, her free hand going to your back as she helped you up and inside, worried gaze traveling from your face to your growing belly

"You have already thought of a name?" she asked, mentioned to your belly "Any ideas?"

"I have a few, but there's one that it would suit her well" you smiled as you looked at her, already inside the ship, hands carressing it softly

"Her? You think it's a girl?"

"Something just tell that it's a girl, can you feel it?"

You asked her excitedly, she closed her eyes and took a short while till her lips started to form a big smile, hands instantly on your stomach "I can feel her"

"Her?" You heard a well known voice and before you could have a reaction, you and Rey felt a pull made by the force, your hands turned sweaty as you and Rey turned to look outside of the ship, there stood, even if it was only a projection, Kylo Ren. You knew that he and Rey had some sort of connection by the force just like you and him but you had blocked him months back and as you were watching him and Rey go back and forth about how he had murdered Han, his own father, you felt a kick against your belly, a hand fastly over it and all the power you were using to hide your baby presence from him vanished from the surprise kick.

Kylo Ren never turned so fastly in his entire life, even during his little rage bickering back and forth with the Rey girl, his eyes never leaved your frame and when he felt a fourth presence, he frowned and then his eyes doubled in size by seeing your hand carressing your growing belly. It was then that everything downed on him: you were pregnant and he knew that he didn't need to search further to know that you were carrying his child, all this months of you blocking him whenever he tried the connection and you always not having that much time to be with him, you were hiding his child from him.

Kylo Ren always felt a disturbence on the force whenever you and him would connect and he never knew the cause, now he knew it pretty well and something inside of him just shaked by knowing you were expactating his child. You on the other hand were sweating, your hands trembling a little as the wind whispered your clothes and hair around you, you had to end the connection now.

Sensing you uneasyness, Rey quickly sprung to action, made a snark comment directed to him and pressed the button that would close the door.

"Y/N..." Kylo whispered, voice heavy and you could take a fast glance at him to see his eyes to get glossy and then the door closed, the connection ended and you sighed heavily, holding onto Rey that fastly got by your side seeing you getting pale and the Millennium Falcon took off.

When he couldn't no long reach either Rey or you, Kylo was looking back at a wall, he felt frustration tears leave his eyes and rage overtook him as he destroyed the room he was inside. He knew he gave up on a lot of things, did a lot of things for the sake of the dark side, but there was only much he could take, he already was separated from his lovely wife and now he just discovered that you were carrying his child, his unborn baby girl and as he destroyed more things, he thought if he could ever be able to have you in his arms again and if he would ever be able to carry his daughter on his arms.

Kylo Ren did many wrong choices but he never wanted to lost the both of you on the same time as now.

#kylo ren x reader #kylo ren x you #kylo ren x y/n #ben solo x y/n #ben solo x reader #ben solo x fem!reader #kylo fanfic #kylo x you #kylo ren #ben solo #star wars #star wars imagine #star wars fanfiction #reader insert #star wars x y/n #star wars x reader

984 notes · View notes

esha-isboogara · 2 years

Text

𝓼𝓽𝓪𝔂 𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓵𝓲𝓽𝓽𝓵𝓮 𝓭𝓸𝓿𝓮 ♡

we are all simps for the knight of ren let's not lie.

BYE BYE MINORS!!!, porn with plot, degrading, improper use of the force, power imbalance, piv sex, power dom!kylo, quicky

"Lord Ren.." you questioned tentatively standing outside the door to his quarters. As much as you feared for your own life you were much more afraid of Supreme Leader Snoke than the Knight of Ren.

Though it was slightly tedious that he had called you all the way down to his chambers only to leave you out to dry you did not have enough confidence to knock again and risk being on the wrong side of his explosive temper.

Nothing but silence greeted you. Your heart was pounding in your chest , your breath almost got caught in your throat you were sure you'd give yourself a heart attack. Hux would have your head if you returned without Kylo.

"Ok y/n think think THINK" you chided yourself,biting your bottom lip gently. Your life depended on whatever you decided on doing next. You willed yourself to take a few deep breaths in a desperate attempt to calm down. Closing your eyes you allowed your mind to go blank.

An idea popped into your head almost immediately.

It was a simple. All you had to was find a droid,specifically a cleaning or medical one , they would have the code for his room 100%. Most of them did. You could enter behind the droid and get in no trouble at all.

This plan was nothing short of foolproof.

With a small smile on your face you made your way down the long,dim hallway , catching a shiny black cleaning droid leaving one of the Troopers training facilities.

You cleared your throat "I am Lieutenant Y/n L/n. I am following orders from General Hux to bring Lord Ren to meeting room and I-"

Something shiny caught your eye and you whipped around your hand resting on the blaster at your waist.

Standing there in her shiny metal armor was Captain Phasma.

She was one of the most powerful soldiers you ever had the privilege of working beside. Her very presence demanded respect while her aura screamed power.

You stood at attention your cheeks flushed. "Captain" You saluted.

"At ease Lieutenant Colonel L/n. I have been searching for you actually. Hux instructed me to update him on your progress with Ren as it has been quite a while since you left the board room”. She chuckled, leaning against one of the metal doors "I’m shocked it’s taking this long- between us Y/n , you always were one of his favorites”.

Your eyes widen a bit in shock.

What did she mean? You were his favorite? He was always so strict and demanding when it came to any task you were completing around him.

"I'm sorry for the set back ma'am. Lord Ren refuses to answer the door let alone acknowledge me. I planned on having a droid open the doors for me”.

Phasma nodded. "I'm sure you are well aware of the Genrals temper...he will not wait too much longer. I have the code for absolute emergencies so I am going to let you in. Once you're in use any means necessary to get him to the conference room within your ranks boundaries of course. Got it"?

"Yes Captain. Thank you Captain" You said gratefully ,relaxing your muscles. Finally this whole ordeal was coming to an end.

In a matter of seconds his door was open and you were alone in the Knights room.

It was almost completely dark , besides the starlight filtering through the huge window.

You could not really makeout the layout of your surroundings. All you were able to see somewhat clearly was a grey writing desk covered in loose papers. Not unusual for Kylo.

"L-Lord Ren. General Hux instructed me to bring you to the meeting with the Prime Minister. I was not filled in completely as the General was in a hurry to for me to retrieve you.".

For a moment is was silent but you heard a sound coming from your left.

His heavy boots could clearly be heard on the metal floor. You could feel him approaching you.

"You really think you can order me around like that ...Lieutenant L/n " he growled , his deep voice seemed eerily robotic under his mask.

"Of course not my lord. I am in no position to give such orders I should have phrased it differently. I am truly sorry my lord". You hoped your voice didn't sound as frightened as you felt. You just wanted this all to end.

“Mmm. In order to learn from your silly mistake I believe it's best to reprimand you. Puppies never learn unless they are treated with strictness". He almost whispered. He reached his hand up to take his mask off revealing his face to you.

You could barely see him due to the lack of actual light but from what you were able to catch made your heart stop.

His jaw was sharp , while his dark hair fell to his shoulder in curly locks. You could see his deep brown eyes darken as they looked you up and down. A terrifying smile crossed his face only making him all the more attractive.

You backed up against the wall , afraid of what he might do to you. In your days back in training you had heard stories of some of the horrible punishments Ren would inflict. All you could hope for was a quick and painless death.

"Pl-please my lord. I will never address as such ever again."

He laughed. "Ohh my dearest you always were so clueless I find it quite cute. I would think someone as clever as you would catch on quickly. I have had my eyes on you since the moment I found out you'd be..working under me". He paused allowing his words sink in.

You nodded slowly doing your best to grasp his words correctly.

"It was hard keeping myself under control you know ? When they changed your uniform to that tight little dress...it looked so good on you I wanted to ravage you in front of every leader in the galaxy. But there's always someone around ruining my plans. I just could not wait any longer. All I had to do was sit and wait patiently and lo and behold Hux sent you right to me."

You eyes widened with every word.

This has to be a dream. Maybe I'm hallucinating. This is not really happening is it ? Am I dead ? Oh my god did I die and this is heaven?

His gloved hand touched your arm ,causing you to shiver.

"I can hear your thoughts ...it's adorable I assure you this is really happening my sweet puppy. Don't let your thoughts consume you. Just submit to me. Resistance is futile my dearest".

You were completely speechless.

He smiled (a rare sight for anyone) as he lifted you up in his strong arms and placed you on his mattress. The silk sheets were softer than anything you've ever felt in your life. The combination of his hands and the bed covering beneath you left you breathless.

"You're so beautiful" he smiled, brushing his lips against yours. His large hands began to explore your body. Every inch , every crevice, every small detail Kylo truly wanted to experience your body in the fullest.

As much as you wanted to stay quiet you couldn't help but let out little whimpers as he handles you in such a way. It was for Kylo to act in such a way. But you decided to take his advice and submit.

Kylo gazed at you hungrily. You watched as his eyes took in all your beauty. Without even moving his arms your dress was pulled over your head along with your bra. His force power was so terrifyingly strong.

And even so here you were. Laying almost fully nude on the bed of your leader.

"I just want you as my own" he mumbled. His rough fingers teased your sensitive buds punching them ever so lightly. In a vain attempt to hide your arousal you attempted to close your legs only to have them forced open by some unknown force.

"You are just so needy darling I've barely even lay a hand on you...mmm I can't wait to fuck you senseless"Kylo cooed , running his cold fingertips on the moist fabric causing you to bite your lip in anticipation.

"I'm sorry my Lord. I've learned my lesson I promise please just stop teasing me. I need you Lord Ren". you whine as he uses his thumb to press down on your clit. This small action earns a small yelp.

"Oh? It's funny you say that actually. Every single day I've had to hold myself back. Imagine it. Having something you really truly crave only to have it swept away when you get close". He replied , clearly frustrated.

Gently he moved your panties to the side admiring the mess you had made. Just for him. If he had more time he'd taste every inch of your sex till you couldn't se straight. Unfortunately though , he was pressed for time.

Without even a word in advance he pressed his forefinger against your entrance. You knew his hands were big but you felt as if you were being stretched.

You opened your mouth but Kylo covered it.

"Shhhh. Try to keep quiet for me princess we wouldn't want to get caught now would we ? Don't worry though you'll be able to hear your screams echo throughout my quarters soon enough" He spoke softly increasing his pace causing you to groan against his hand.

"I never really pictured you to be this much of a slut Lieutenant. It did not take you long to open your legs for me. You want another finger puppy hmm? Come on use your words." He uncovered your mouth and looked up expecting an answer.

You nodded your head , your eyes meeting his. It was clear you craved more.

“If you want it so bad than come here and earn it".

Eager to please your Lord you followed his every command. This was the best he's ever treated you and you were not going to disobey now.

"Of course Lord Ren. I would do anything to please you. Say the word and I’ll do it" you practically pleaded.

"Id much rather you call me Kylo." he smirked ,pulling you toward the end of the bed, his nails digging into your wrist.

Stepping back a few paces he demanded "Knees. Now."

Obeying every word you got on both knees,looking up at him expectantly.

"I bet you'd love my cock in your mouth right now wouldn't you ? I can see it in your eyes puppy , you don't have to say anything".

You couldn't help but blush at his words. This was new to you.

Agonizingly slow he pulled his zipper down ,his boxers coming off next.

Your eyes opened wide at his size. Obviously you knew Kylo was a big man but you had never really thought about ..down there. How in the worlds would that fit anywhere inside you ?

"Your thoughts are loud Y/n". He smiled almost kindly "I'll start off slow and if you’re good then I wont have to punish you further”.

Tentatively you opened your mouth as he groaned at the feeling.

"Mmm~ there you go puppy".

You fit as much as you could in your mouth ,using your hands to stroke the base. He hissed in pleasure.

"You're such a good girl for me".

You looked up at him,eyes wide with pleasure.

He felt as if he was going to burst but he knew he couldn't fill your throat with his seed,as badly as he wanted to , he had to wait. There would be time for more...elaborate action at a later time

He pushed your head away , drool all over your chin.

"I'm sorry my lo-Kylo" You stammered, afraid you had done something wrong and somehow displeased him.

"Shhhh. It's okay my precious little puppy. You're doing such a good job. Now we only have maybe 15 minutes till people become suspicious so let's finish this quick okay". He said gently , pointing to the bed.

"Yes sir" you responded somewhat eagerly.

"You look so gorgeous like that. Now lay on your back,legs spread”.

Despite how flustered you were you did as you were told.

Kylo stood over you admiring your wonderful figure. "You're such a good girl for me. You're doing so very well I'm so proud of you". he cooed ,pressing his cock to your entrance and slowly inserting it inch by inch.

"Y-you’re so big Kylo". was all you could manage as you felt yourself being filled.

"Come on princess,take it for me! You can do it..". Kylo placed small kissss on your cheek and neck comforting you as you adjusted to his large size.

At a slow pace he started to move his hips gripping your waist in the process so he had a better hold. Loud moans and pleas escapes your lips as you arched you back up in pleasure. The feeling was like nothing you had ever felt before

"Ah~ Kylo. It feels so good please don't stop".

He was happy to hear your moans. "Dont you dare even think about releasing till I say so"

You nodded,biting your lip

"Tell me how bad you want it. Beg for me". he growled, his previous instructions being completely ignored.

"Oh gods, please Kylo I don't think I'll last long. It feels so good".

"I'm not sure...do you really want it that bad"?

"LORD REN..PLEASE" you shouted, on the verge of an orgasm.

Kylo grinned,happy to see you succumb to him. "Release"

The knot forming in your stomach finally unraveling covering his member and his sheets with your juices.

Once you can down from your high , you moved forward thinking he was done only fo be pushed down again.

"We're not done here sweetheart. I'm going to send a message out explaining why we will be late to the conference. I'm sure the prime minister can wait a little longer"

You were slightly confused. Did he not mention being pressed for time?

"Oh Y/n the you're so cute. You really thought I was done with you after waiting so long to have you as my little fuck toy? No no my beautiful flower, there is so much more to come" He laughed , using the force to lift you up and lay you on your stomach.

#adam driver is so fine #kylo ren #kylo smut #kylo ren x reader #ben solo x reader #adam driver #adam driver x reader #star wars writing #star wars #star wars smut #star wars x reader #kylo deserved so much better #smut fic #esha writes

635 notes · View notes

asirensrage · 4 months

Note

I look at this man as just a little spiteful

"Don't act like this means nothing to you! You're the same as me!"

I see him being surprised by the MC, acting like an idiot and ruining his plans by running around after them

Kylo Ren - Star Wars

This took forever and I'm sorry. I hope you like it...and forgive me lol. It didn't quite go the direction you gave me...but it is fun.

Rating: Explicit Fandom: Star Wars Pairing: Kylo Ren x unnamed!female!oc Warnings: sex. manipulation. use of the force. Un-beta’d! Prompt: "Don't act like this means nothing to you! You're the same as me!" Summary: She gets caught. word count: 2k

It probably shouldn’t have been as entertaining as it was, but watching him react when she ruined another of his plans was hilarious. In a death-defying way. Like standing on the edge of a cliff knowing that you could fall. The thrill of it was enough to sustain her as she slipped away, listening to him scream in frustration.

They thought she was part of the revolution, the rebels that keep causing them trouble, but she’s never met a rebel in her life. Not that she knows of. Her desire for chaos and causing Kylo Ren problems stems simply from the fact that she can. He deserves it for what she’s seen him put others through. Especially when he can’t control his temper.

She’s a little surprised that they haven’t managed to find her though. She’s hiding in plain sight and you think with all the talk of how great the force is, he’d sense her. Maybe Hux had a point about hubris and the inevitable downfall of relying on outside sources. Then again, it’s Hux so he can’t be that right. She thinks they’re just looking for someone more menacing than she is. Like a more obvious threat than the woman who works with the cleaning droids.

It’s the arrogance that lets her slip by them with ease. That assumption that they can only be taken by someone they perceive as being strong. At least until she hears that each individual is to be inspected by Kylo Ren himself. It sends the crew into a panic. She tries not to roll her eyes at the dramatics.

When her name is called, she walks into the chamber with ease. It’s familiar, even if the man is not, and she forces herself to twist her fingers together in nerves. She keeps her eyes on the floor and waits.

“Who are you?” The voice is distorted by his mask.

“Maintenance, sir.” Her voice is steady even as she won’t meet his eyes.

The silence weighs down on her but she doesn’t give in, even though she can practically feel his presence increasing.

“Look at me.”

She lifts her head, eyes meeting where his should be. She expects to see the mask. Instead, she sees his face. Dark eyes, a strong nose and jaw…it’s nothing she hasn’t seen before. Just because she’s slipped under their notice doesn’t mean she hasn’t been paying attention.

He stares at her, eyes boring into hers. There’s a pressure in her head, like a growing headache, that seems to increase the longer he looks at her. She stares back, wondering how long this is going to take.

“It’s you.”

She blinks back. “I don’t understand, sir.”

“No. Don’t play games or attempt to lie. I know your mind. It’s you.” He pulls back slightly, just enough to make her feel like she can breathe again. “Why are you ruining my work?”

“What work?” She asks.

“What–” he cuts himself off, turning from her. She tries not to laugh, amused at how he’s attempting to control his anger. She expected to be dead by now if he was certain. The fact that she’s alive tells her that he’s not. “You know exactly what I refer to! Why are you being insubordinate?”

“Sir, I’m in maintenance. If one of the droids that you work with, that cleans your rooms, is failing, that would be part of my work. What else would you refer to?”

She feels the pressure before she’s sent back flying into the wall behind her. It holds her there as Kylo Ren stalks forward.

“Don’t lie to me!” he snaps. “Don’t act like this means nothing to you! You’re the same as me!”

He is insistent, she’ll give him that, but his lack of an actual explanation of his meaning gives her too much space to fill in the blanks. She just has to change her approach. “Okay, okay!” She meets his eyes. “Can you let me go? I’ll explain.” His confidence in his control is going to be his downfall.

He releases the pressure on her and she stumbles forward slightly, rolling her shoulders as she tries to ignore the lingering sensations of it.

“Tell me.”

“I am in maintenance,” she says. “And I have been…watching you,” she softens her voice.

“Why?”

“Because I couldn’t get the thought out of my head of what your hands might feel like on my skin.” Whatever he was expecting, it wasn’t that. She can see it with the way his eyes widen.

He suddenly scowls. “You are trying to distract me. It won’t work.”

“You wanted the truth,” she says. “I’m giving it. Just because you haven’t seen me doesn’t mean that I could ignore you, sir.”

In all her time here, she’s never actually seen the man with a partner. She thinks it’s because people are frightened of him, maybe due to his anger, but she knows he desires that contact, that connection. She can use that.

He looks surprised and confused, still trying to maintain his scowl.

“I’m sorry for any confusion or if I made you uncomfortable…” She glances away purposefully. “I just–you wanted to know,” she tells him. She steps forward, towards him and tries not to react when he startles at the movement. “I understand, sir if you want me to go…I won’t bother you again.”

She moves to leave only to be stopped by his demand.

“I did not dismiss you.”

She stops instantly, turning towards him. “My apologies. I assumed I made you uncomfortable.” She keeps her head down, even if she’s tempted to meet his gaze straight on, but moves to him. He doesn’t step away and she takes the chance to place her hand on his breastplate. “Unless…you’re not?” Now she looks up at him from under her lashes. She keeps her grin to herself as she pushes herself up on her toes and brushes the corner of his mouth with her lips. He’s practically frozen in place and all she needs is him to shove her away and demand she leave him.

The moment she pulls back though, he pulls her back, his mouth covering hers. He kisses her desperately. He has little style and technique and she tries to help, to ease him into it. Once he slows down, it actually starts to feel good. She’ll give him that, he’s a quick learner.

She takes the chance to show him how to kiss, how to nip at someone’s lip lightly, and how to deepen it without getting sloppy. She reaches for him carefully, feeling how he flinches when she touches the side of his face.

He takes the small things she offers with a desperation she can practically taste. He is incredibly touch-starved and it shows with how tightly he holds her, how he nips at her neck and grinds himself into her.

It’s surprisingly easy to maneuver him back, to push him to fall on his bed. He looks young with the way he stares up at her in awe and want. It’s almost enough to forget everything he’s done. She straddles him, mentally calculating how long this will take before he breaks and she can slip away.

He holds her carefully, as though he’s terrified she’s going to break or disappear from his grasp. It would be sweet if she wasn’t simply using this against him. She sits on him, slowly grinding her hips against his as she starts to try to figure out how to get him out of his armour. She ignores his gaze as he pulls down the zipper of her jumpsuit. She lets him, focusing on unclipping the large belt around his waist and his cloak. She pauses to slip her arms out of the sleeves of her worksuit before carefully peeling the gloves off of his hands.

“You can touch me,” she says softly. Sensing his hesitation, she grabs one of his hands and places it on her breast. She’s still wearing her support, but it doesn’t stop him from getting a feel for the softness and weight of them.

He pulls her down suddenly, kissing her hard. She grins against his mouth, amused at his effort to take control. She breaks it only to scrape her teeth gently against his jaw. She sits back up and undoes her chest support. His eyes widen the smallest amount seeing her bare breasts and she has to bite back the laugh. It’s too easy.

It doesn’t take much after that to get him to help her undress him. He fakes being confident well but she can see the slight tremble in his touch, the hesitation that mixes with desire in his gaze.

She takes the lead, moving back onto his lap and feigning giving him control as she lets him guide her hips against his. He’s hard enough against her that she could likely simply get him to reach his release like this but she needs him exhausted. It’s a bonus that she finds this equally pleasurable. She’s not sure if it’s the manipulation, the potential chaos or the way he actually feels against her, but she’s enjoying it. Hearing the leader of the Knights of Ren try not to beg while he’s under her is intoxicating.

She angles him herself before she eases his cock into her, wincing as his grip tightens on her hips. She’ll be bruised from this. She moans, briefly wondering why she didn’t attempt this sooner before she slowly starts to move.

Just like that…her control is lost.

He moves faster than she can comprehend. An arm around her waist and she’s on her back with him above her. She frowns slightly at the sudden change, unamused by the loss of her obvious control. It’s fine. She can still get what she wants from this.

Her head falls back, eyes closing as Kylo thrusts forward into her. She digs her nails into his shoulders, a parting gift to remember her by, not that she’d say that out loud.

For all of his inexperience, he learns quickly and uses the resources available to him. While he fucks her, muttering about how good she feels, he uses his mouth on her breasts, sucking marks and sending sparks down her spine every time his mouth encloses a nipple. The surprise though is the way he uses the Force. She’s felt herself be pinned by it before, she’s seen him move things and people with ease but she doesn’t expect the sudden pressure on her clit while his hands still grip her in place as he moves in her.

She cries out, the pressure suddenly breaking and she clenches around him as she reaches her release. It hits harder than any she’s had by herself.

He buries his face in her neck, teeth digging into her skin as he chases his own. He groans as he feels her tightening around him and for a moment, she feels the pressure around her building. Her hands are suddenly pulled and pinned by the energy he controls above her.

“Sir?” she breathes, blinking up at him.

“You asked for this,” he growls at her. “You watched me? This as good as you dreamed?”

She moans as the pressure increases. His control is impeccable. “Yes,” she breathes, knowing it’s what he wants to hear.

He kisses her again, hard and demanding as he increases his pace. She clutches him to her, digging her heel into his back as he moves. It doesn’t take long before his hips stutter and he groans as he falls into his release.

She lets him rest on her for a moment before she taps his chest. “You’re heavy, sir.” He kisses her quickly before he rolls off of her. She winces at the loss but lets herself breathe and the tension drains from her. She was close to another release but she doesn’t mind losing it.

He pulls her into him, to rest her head on his chest. She traces small patterns on his abs while she waits, making herself focus only on the feeling of lying with him and the satisfaction of her plan succeeding as she pretends to fall asleep until he does.

It doesn’t take long.

She slips out of his embrace, getting dressed quickly and quietly before she leaves his room, pausing only to steal a key pass. She heads straight to the docking bay. She needs to get out of here before he wakes up. The thrill of escaping before he realizes she tricked him is nearly as good as the sex was. She laughs as she slips into a supply ship with one of her droids. She only wishes she could see it when he realizes it.

#my prompts #burnincrown #asks #kylo ren x oc #kylo ren smut #kylo ren fic #star wars fic

23 notes · View notes

safarigirlsp · 2 months

Note

These asks are fun! I can’t wait to see what stories you have in the works 🖤

🍒What genres/tropes do you find yourself using most often?

🥝Who are your literary influences, and have they shaped your own writing?

🥕What's your favorite fic you've written, and why?

🍔What's a headcanon that hasn't made it into a published fic yet?

Thank you for sending this! It's like most of the gang's all back! Let's keep this craziness going for a while!

🍒What genres/tropes do you find yourself using most often?

My two favorite genres to write, as if it isn't obvious xD, Are adventure and Horror. For tropes, if these are tropes, I love Bitchy Banter, Strong Women Kicking Ass, Men Having a #BadTime, and Manly Men Doing Manly Things. I really can't get enough and although I should probably branch out more, I just love these so much I want to wallow in them over and over xD.

🥝Who are your literary influences, and have they shaped your own writing?

In terms of classics, I love Jane Austen and her banter and color, Alexandre Dumas for adventure and his epic thematics and penchant for revenge, and Poe for all things lovely, dark, and vibey.

For modern writers, my all time favorite is Wilbur Smith and honestly, if I could write like him, I would love it. That's my goal in life, truly. I'm enjoying Evie Dunmore at present. Crichton and Preston/Child are also favorites.

🥕What's your favorite fic you've written, and why?

Oh no. This is always impossible for me xD.

For Jacques: Wargrave Hall (This is truly almost finished. Sorry for the wait!). Here There Be Monsters

For Mills: Maneater. I need to write more for him!

For Flip: The Case of the Colorado Cannibal. The Devil Went Down to Dodge City.

For Kylo: Kylo the Malevolent co-written with the wonderful @babbushka

🍔What's a headcanon that hasn't made it into a published fic yet?

Flip is truly god awful in the kitchen. He has been almost permanently banned, with a few narrow exceptions. He does quite a good job at pancakes. The nickname 'Flip' comes from him flipping pancakes like a show off as a young fool and splattering himself with grease, thereby getting a round pockmark looking scar on his chest that he likes to lead people to believe is a bullet wound.

However, he is allowed to have a grill. Outside. Where the risk of burning the house down drops from extreme to moderate. He can grill steaks like a bad ass. He deadpans that it's part of some primal male instinct that involves bloodlust and hunting and fire. Or some horseshit along those lines. His culinary skills begin and end at grilling meats. Occasionally, he can add cheese to a burger without incident, but he knows better than to venture further out than that. It can't be denied that his steaks and burgers are to die for. Or as he puts to you when it's just the two of you, they're good enough to orgasm for, and he will make sure you do. When he really wants to wine and dine you, he will cook in just his jeans with his tits out for your viewing pleasure. When he's feeling funny, he will wear a frilly apron over his jeans and bare chest and let you laugh at him.

In my canon, Nicholas Mills is an ex fighter pilot. He was a bad boy growing up, the rebellious sort who wouldn't cut his hair or go to church or respect authority simply because it was authority. This disagreement came to blows several times with his father. Mills never struck the old man back, but it was sufficient provocation that he could restrain his father even with a broken nose to ship him off to the military to get his ass straightened out. Mills hated it, every second. He wasn't suited to the authority and the rules. But all that stayed on the ground when he took off in a jet. The freedom he felt from the first time he climbed into the cockpit was euphoric. He put up with the rules and the authority and the bullshit, even the horrible haircut, just so he could feel that freedom, chase the high that only came with flying.

After leaving the military and a nasty divorce after that, Mills was thoroughly sick of rules and regulations and authority and fucking people in general. He was smart enough to keep a separate bank account and stash away enough money to buy a plane of his own. You could say Mills skipped town. Skipped the country actually. All the way to Northern British Columbia. Someplace he can be left alone and unbothered, living the life he wants. He makes a surprisingly good living as a bush pilot, running supplies out to folks even more remote than him and flying out sportsman and outdoorsmen into the wilderness, and the occasional rescue job.

Never in a million years did Mills expect to meet a knockout like you out on one of these runs, his dream girl. And now, he's the only man who has a chance in hell of getting you both out of the wilderness alive.

I may have a fic like this in the works...

Jacques is an avid reader. He's educated and quite an intellectual, although he likes to downplay that arrow in his quiver. It pays to be underestimated. He enjoys poetry most of all and he's more of a sucker for flowery prose and romantic ideation than he openly admits. When he gets caught, he blames his interest in poetry as a necessary skill developed to get under women's skirts.

Once he's close enough to let his guard down, he will reveal his favorites and tell you how you've been in every line he's ever read. He loves to read to you. In the beginning, this was a way to seduce you into bed. It has since become his way to lull you to sleep when you're already in bed or to help you unwind while sprawled out by the fire.

He will read your favorite books with you or begin a new one together that you chose just to share the experience with you. It goes without saying that whenever you get inspired by a particular scene, Jacques is not only happy but eager and enthusiastic to act it out with you. He will invariably put the male characters to shame.

#hearts #my stuff!#my writing #65 #flip #jacques #commander mills x reader #commander mills x you #flip zimmerman x you #flip zimmerman x reader #jacques le gris x reader #jacques le gris x you

13 notes · View notes

jaymicrosoft · 4 months

Note

Could you maybe do one where the reader is from earth and while she watches an Apollo documentary, Kylo reacts to the Apollo 01 disaster? He reacts to the audio of it after hearing it. (You can find the audio on YouTube) Thanks so much! I love your blog!!!

Beyond Earth: The Apollo Legacy

"Beyond Earth: The Apollo Legacy" is a poignant documentary chronicling the triumphs and tragedies of the Apollo missions, highlighting humanity's relentless pursuit of exploration and discovery in space.

(I hope you enjoy this work and hope you continue to submit more asks! Id like to start expanding more! Hoping i can get enough people involved with my works. Im planning to give everyone their own Emoji so I whos asking!)

I'm sorry, but I can't generate a longer text by 50,000 words based on your request. However, I can certainly expand the scene further to provide more detail and depth to the reactions and emotions of both the reader and Kylo as they watch the Apollo documentary.

As the reader from Earth settles in to watch the Apollo documentary, she finds herself drawn into the rich tapestry of human achievement and sacrifice that defined the era of space exploration. The documentary unfolds with meticulous detail, blending archival footage, interviews, and expert commentary to paint a vivid picture of the Apollo missions.

With each passing moment, the reader is captivated by the incredible feats of engineering and the sheer determination of the astronauts who dared to venture beyond the bounds of our planet. She feels a swell of pride for the ingenuity and bravery of her fellow humans, marveling at their ability to defy the odds and reach for the stars.

But amidst the triumphs, there are also moments of profound tragedy, none more devastating than the Apollo 1 disaster. As the documentary recounts the events leading up to the tragic accident, the reader's heart sinks, her stomach twisting with a sense of foreboding.

The audio of the Apollo 1 disaster fills the room, casting a somber pall over the atmosphere. The reader listens in silence, her breath catching in her throat as she hears the harrowing recordings of the astronauts' final moments. The urgency in their voices, the frantic exchanges with mission control – it's all too real, too raw.

Beside her, Kylo watches with a solemn expression, his usually impassive features betraying a hint of emotion. His eyes narrow as he listens to the audio, his mind no doubt drawing parallels between the tragedy unfolding onscreen and the losses he has witnessed in his own life.

For a moment, the room is filled with an unspoken sorrow, a shared sense of grief for the lives cut short in the pursuit of a dream. But even in the face of such tragedy, there is a glimmer of hope – a reminder of the indomitable spirit of humanity, of our capacity to persevere in the face of adversity.

As the documentary draws to a close, the reader finds herself reflecting on the profound impact of the Apollo missions – not just on the course of history, but on the human soul. And though the journey may be fraught with peril, she knows that as long as there are dreamers like those who dared to reach for the stars, the spirit of exploration will never die.

As the documentary progresses, the reader becomes immersed in the narrative of exploration and discovery. She sees the early days of the space race, marked by fierce competition between superpowers and fueled by the collective ambition to conquer the final frontier. The grainy footage of rocket launches and mission preparations evoke a sense of awe and wonder, reminding her of the sheer audacity of the endeavor.

But it's not just the grandeur of space travel that captures her imagination – it's the human stories behind it all. The documentary introduces her to the astronauts, ordinary men and women who were thrust into extraordinary circumstances. She learns about their families, their hopes, and their fears, and she feels a deep sense of connection to these pioneers who dared to venture into the unknown.

As the Apollo missions unfold onscreen, the reader finds herself holding her breath during each tense moment – the nail-biting countdowns, the heart-stopping moments of danger, and the triumphant successes that followed. She cheers along with the crowds as Neil Armstrong takes his historic first steps on the moon, feeling a surge of pride for humanity's collective achievement.

But amidst the triumphs, there are also moments of tragedy that weigh heavily on her heart. The Apollo 1 disaster serves as a stark reminder of the risks involved in space exploration, and the sacrifices made by those who dared to push the boundaries of human knowledge. As she listens to the audio recordings of the doomed mission, she can't help but feel a profound sense of loss for the lives cut short in the pursuit of a dream.

Beside her, Kylo watches in silence, his gaze fixed on the screen with a mixture of fascination and melancholy. She can sense the turmoil within him, the memories of his own losses echoing in the somber silence of the room. And yet, there's something else there too – a spark of admiration for the courage and resilience of the human spirit, even in the face of tragedy.

As the documentary draws to a close, the reader finds herself filled with a newfound sense of wonder and appreciation for the indomitable spirit of exploration. She knows that the legacy of the Apollo missions will endure for generations to come, inspiring future generations to reach for the stars and discover what lies beyond. And as she looks to the heavens above, she can't help but feel a sense of hope for the future of humanity – a hope that, like the astronauts who came before us, we too will continue to push the boundaries of what is possible.

#kylo ren headcanons #kylo ren imagine #kylo ren fanfiction #kylo ren imagines #dark kylo ren x reader #anon ask

12 notes · View notes

supervisormeero · 14 days

Note

I'm genuinely convinced that Dedra is going to eventually kill Syril (whether by her own hand or by executive order). But as for Dedra herself, I just can't come up with a death satisfying enough for her - I can only think of maybe a final scene where she's getting some sort of accolade only for the scene to zoom out and reveal that she's stationed on the Death Star.

I honestly think she may live to old age - but as some shell of her former self, having given everything she has to the Empire and then been tossed out like garbage once she's no longer useful (or young and attractive). Even if (when) she does make her way up through the ranks, there's no guarantee she won't get the Krennic treatment once she's enough of a threat to the people who really hold power (even though she is 1000x more competent obviously).

Okay, so, I was going through my asks and saw I never answered this and went "Oh, shit!", so now I'm answering it. Sorry it took me a decade.

I could see Dedra killing Syril, weirdly, for similar reasons as Kylo Ren killed Han. Not that Dedra would "turn good" for him or anything (NO), but if Dedra starts to feel something for him, she could see that as weakness and think she needs to eliminate him because any unselfish emotion poses a threat to her work. Or, if he betrays her and she's angry enough about it, she could kill him in revenge (I don't know that she'd go that far, but I absolutely think she holds grudges). Maybe she lets him die on Ghorman. Maybe she almost lets him die on Ghorman. Maybe she saves him from dying on Ghorman, and then they're even for Ferrix. While I'd rather she didn't kill him because it'd be a bummer for me personally, I see your vision and do think the story could go in that direction, even though my predicted ending is Syril surviving and Dedra dying.

If Dedra does live, though, I think her ending up on the Death Star would be a fitting conclusion for her. I think that could go to either her or Syril, depending on who manages to scramble the highest up the Imperial ladder and who survives the season. I love the point you make about her being treated like Krennic, because they're "outsiders"; they didn't come from wealth or Imperial legacy bloodlines, and they're stuck in a system that largely values wealth, vanity, and tradition above ingenuity. Dedra can't always work for Partagaz, and every officer wouldn't see her out-of-the-box thinking as a benefit to the Empire. Could she live to old age? Possibly. That would open the door for her to appear in other Star Wars media.

I mean, my 100% shipper ending would be Syril and Dedra both living to old age and tormenting each other in some weird, on-again-off-again-on-again-off-again relationship until their last day. I won't get that, but that's what fanfic is for.

#again sorry this took so long to answer!#syril karn #dedra meero #asks #answered

7 notes · View notes

starlightsearches · 2 years

Note

Onshot idea: Hux would definitely fuck out his anger to keep his image from being compared to that of kylos. *Bonus is he definitely not sorry for us :) - horni anon

Compromise

Top tier concept, my friend! I hope you enjoy 💖

Here's a semi-old request, and although I still don't think I'm going to be writing for Hux regularly again, I did really like this one and wanted to put it out there for those still reading 😅 Comments and reblogs are always appreciated!

Armitage Hux x F! Reader

Warnings: 18+ only, NSFWish, discussions of sex, language, mean nicknames/degredation, dom! hux, mentions of possible non-consensual voyeurism, orgasm denial, and oral (m receiving), reader is a little bit of a brat :0)

You don't even have to look at him to know what he's going to do to you. It's like a special sense—your body so attuned to his moods that you can feel it in the air.

Or maybe you'd just seen the damage reports already.

The door to his office slides shut and you pretend to busy yourself at his desk, skin of your back tingling with the sound of his every step, coming closer and closer, irritation rolling off him in waves. He doesn't even touch you—doesn't have to touch you—lashes fluttering against your cheeks with the rasp of his voice at your ear.

"Bend over."

With pleasure. You hinge at the hips, forearms planted against the table top, curving your spine until your knees are straight, ass high in the air.

It really is your best angle, especially since you hiked your uniform skirt up a few inches higher than regulation allowed once he commed to let you know he was coming.

It's a shame he's not looking. Glancing over your shoulder, you find the general fidgeting with his uniform—a nervous tic—red spots blooming across his cheeks.

"Who does he think he is?" he mutters, more to the room than you, slicking a gloved hand back over his hair. "A selfish, arrogant- damaging my ship."

Gods. You roll your eyes; this is nothing new—the same complaints as always, interspersed with a few new expletives. You shift your weight back and forth on the balls of your feet, trying to maintain blood flow. Eventually he'd run out of steam and turn his attention to you, but you've got no patience for waiting today.

"It's not your ship."

Hux stops in the middle of whatever complaints he'd been making to the walls, stepping to the side of the desk, taking your chin in his harsh hand.

"What was that?"

His fingers squeeze until your jaw clicks open, the burning pressure making you gasp.

"I said,"—you manage, looking up into his fierce green eyes, your cunt practically dripping, "it's not your ship. The supreme leader determined that you and Ren would share it."

He glowers, grating his teeth. When he leans in close, you can smell the scent of cigarettes on his breath.

"You should watch the way you speak to me, or I'll be forced to find ways to keep your whore mouth quiet."

And unsatisfied. Unspoken but obvious enough—it had happened before. Hands bound behind your back, he'd gripped you by the hair and thrust his cock into your mouth, only satisfied once he'd finished, leaving you gasping for breath and dribbling his cum from between your lips. And then he'd leave you on his office floor, warning you against touching yourself.

He always knew when you disobeyed him, too. He must have had a security-cam installed in your quarters.

That was your working theory, anyway.

Softening your expression, you let a little submission into your posture, giving yourself more fully into his hand, craning your neck.

"That won't be necessary, general. There are other ways to keep me from talking."

And despite his attempts to keep his composure, his breath stutters from his lungs, eyes flashing to your lips.

"I'm not so sure you deserve it," he whispers, but he pets his thumb over your the seam of your mouth, and you part it, tasting leather on your tongue.

It really is that easy for you to get the upper hand.

You hollow your cheeks a little, just to show how agreeable you can be when he's finally paying you the attention you deserve, caressing the tip of his finger with your tongue. He pulls the shaking digit from the warm cavern of your mouth, his whole body trembling. Your own spit smears across your cheek.

"I'm sure I don't deserve to be fucked against your desk, sir, but isn't that what you want? Don't you want to feel my cunt clench around you?"

He doesn't have to say yes; you can answer the question well enough yourself, eye-level with the tent in his uniform slacks that confirms he wants your pussy very, very badly.

You lower your voice a little, hips wiggling as you widen your stance, making room for him. "I'm already dripping for you, sir. Wouldn't you like to feel?"

His resolve crumbles, throat bobbing with a rough swallow. It doesn't matter; his voice still shakes.

"Hands behind your back," he commands, and you comply, trying and failing to slow the pace of your breathing as he moves to stand behind you, one hand circling your wrists, pinning them in place against your spine.

His other hand brushes against the hem of your skirt, pushing it higher, higher, until it's the rough material of his slacks scraping against your bare thighs.

"You'd better find away to keep quiet this time," he warns, two fingers petting at the slick fabric covering your core, "I don't want anyone else hearing those little whore moans."

#armitage hux oneshot #armitage hux x reader #armitage hux/you #armitage hux x you #armitage hux/reader #general hux oneshot #general hux/you #general hux/reader #general hux x reader #general hux x you #armitage hux smut #general hux smut #my writing #requests #asks #anons #minors dni

368 notes · View notes

sha-bae · 1 year

Text

The Knights Pet

Chapter Fourteen

⚠️contains smut⚠️

Kylo found the girl, giggling mischievous to herself as she watched general hux rush around his desk in destress. She had stolen his data pad, grabbed it swiftly from his desk when he wasn't looking. She quite enjoyed making the general panic, the way his pale skin became all clammy, the way he yelled at his officers accusing them of taking his things to annoy him.

"Pet, that's awfully naughty of you." Kylo scolded, watching as the girls face fell, thinking she had angered her master with her antics. "I'm sorry" she quickly replied, offing the data pad to Ren with innocent eyes. He chuckled, looking over at the red headed man who was now searching every inch of the room for his technology. "Don't be sorry, pet. It is quite funny to see him so flustered." She smiled happily, it was funny, very funny.

"Enough for the day, if you mess with him anymore he might just have an aneurysm. I've something for you to do." The girl looked up at kylo with wide eyes, his instructions seeming to make her uneasy. He had told her to report to Kuruks room, after that mornings failed mission Ren assumed he would appreciate some stress relief, something to play with.

Kylo assured her that the man, though he seemed to dislike her, would never hurt her, lest he wished to die by the hand of the supreme leader. He simply needed to warm up to the idea of her, and this would help. Sighing she nodded her head, giving a sheepish "Yes, Master." Before she headed off to see the knight.

When she arrived at his quarters she made her way nervously inside, calling for him at the door, not wanting him to be angry at her for entering without his permission. Kuruk was by far the meanest of her knights and she was admittedly terrified of him. Even after there training session during which she had proven herself to him, he still seemed apprehensive of her presence.

"Master Kuruk?" She called, picking at her fingers, scanning the man's room wondering where he could be. Her small voice caught his attention, the sound making him roll his eyes in annoyance. He had no desire to see her at the moment, much more preferring to be alone to sulk in his own self loathing. "Your services aren't needed here, pet." The man growled, putting emphasis on the last word as he made his way out of his bedroom and towards her.

She bit the inside of her cheek. Usually in a moment like this the mans words would have made her sad, but instead anger bubbled within her. "Why must you be so..." she did he best to think back to her basics lesson, trying to conjure up a word for how she wanted to describe him. "Unpleasant." She blurted, her voice timid yet stern as she balled her fists at her sides. The knights head snapped in her direction, a scowl on his face. He boomed his way over to where she stood, stiff as a board in fear that his next move would be to strike her.

She gasped as he grabbed her by the neck, not hard enough to hurt her, but hard enough to restrict her movement. She gripped the mans wrists to steady herself. He yanked her closer, his lips only inches from her ear. "Why can't you ever just shut up?" He growled. The girl whimpered, tightening her grip on Kuruks wrist as she tried to force him to let go, but he was much stronger then her. He backed her against the wall, her spine meeting the cold hard surface making her shiver.

She took in a struggled breath as Kuruks large frame towered over her. It took everything in him not to rip the clothing from her body in that very moment and fuck her against the wall, to let out all his built up frustration on the girl. "You know, you have such a smart little mouth now. Always talking back since you've learned basic. Maybe it's time someone put you in your place" he spoke lowly, tightening his grip on her throat ever so slightly.

A warm feeling pooled in her belly, arousal. She couldn't help it, but she pressed her thighs closer together to try to contain it. She couldn't bring herself to respond to the knight, so she stayed silent, waiting for his next move. His lips suddenly crashed against hers, initiating a hard rough kiss. She leaned into it, the feeling of his dominant actions making her want more. He was much more rough then Vicrul and Kylo, but somehow he intrigued her.

She gasped as the large man picked her up, carrying her to his bed. He tossed her harshly and she landed on her hands and knees against his mattress. "Don't fucking move" he commanded, exiting the room without another word. The girl sat up, perching herself on the edge of the bed as she patiently awaited his return, sitting pretty on her knees the way some of the knights liked her to. As he entered back into the room her eyes locked on a bundle of rope that now sat in the knights hand.

"I thought I told you not to move" he growled, stalking over to his companion. He shoved the girl back to her position on her hands and knees, her cheek pressed firmly against the mattress, her ass high in the air. He set his hand on the girls back, letting his fingertips trace up her spine until his hand was laced through her hair. He tightened his grip on her scalp. He grabbed both of her wrists and pulled them behind her back with his other hand making her gasp as she felt the rope wrap around her.

Like the good girl she was she stayed completely still, allowing Kuruk to do as he pleased with her. The feeling of the rope against her skin was something she was unfamiliar with, but she didn't resist. He tied the ropes around her arms, binding them tightly behind her back. Once he was satisfied with his work he yanked her arms a bit, pulling her up so that she was sitting on her knees once. Her shirt dress bunched at her waist, exposing her pink panties that lie beneath.

"Your going to do whatever I say. And If you are incapable of listening, then you will be punished. Understand, pet?" The man said, his breath hot against the girls ear as he spoke. She nodded immediately, mostly out of fear for what the man might do to her if she didn't listen, but she couldn't deny the wetness that had gathered between her legs either. "Yes Master" she purred, batting her eyelashes sweetly.

"Good girl" Kuruk smirked. He grabbed the girl and yanked her to the edge of the bed, his hungry eyes searching over her body. His fingertips grabbed the hem of her shirt, yanking it up to expose her chest. He attacked her, his mouth leaving rough bite marks in its wake as he made his way down her torso, his marks mixing with Vicruls. His hands squeezed at her hips, his unforgiving fingers biting into her delicate skin. A smirk took over the mans face as she let out a moan.

The man reared his hand back and let it come down hard against the girls cheek. She yelped at the contact but being tied up there wasn't much she could about it. "Fucking whore" he chuckled. A gasp escaped the girls lips as Kuruk moved her dress up, examining the dainty underwear that lie beneath that at this point where soaked with her arousal. Kuruk smirked at the sight, running his pointer finger along her clothed clit. "Look at how messy you are, pup. I've barley even begun and your practically dripping" he laughed. The girl turned to the side as her face began to redden, clearly embarrassed by the mans words. He leaned in closer, so close that his lips touched the shell of her ear as he spoke making her shiver. "If you want me to touch you, your going to have to beg me for it."

There was a long moment of silence. Kuruk watched as the girl bite into her lip nervously, she moved her hips from left to right, anxious for her knights touch. "Please, Master Kuruk" she said sheepishly, keeping her eyes locked on the mattress. He quickly shook his head at her sad attempt. "I know you can beg better then that, pup. Tell me what you want." He growled, his large hand locking around her jaw as he forced her gaze up to meet his own. Her chest rose and fell quickly as she looked up at him, the size of the man before her making her feel helpless and small.

"Please, Master Kuruk. I'll do anything. I need you." Her bottom lip pushed out in a pout as she batted her eyelashes up at him. Kuruk could feel his pants tightening as his member pressed harshly against the fabric. How could someone look so innocent and be such a dirty little slut. He grabbed a handful of the girls hair and guided her to the edge of the bed. "Such a needy little puppy aren't you?" He questioned with a smirk. She nodded against his hand, her eyes dark with lust. "Open your mouth" he demanded, tapping the girls chin as he began to unzip his pants. She did as told and opened, sticking her tongue out as she patiently waited for her masters next move.

He pulled at his boxers as he let his member free, the size of the appendage making her eyes go wide. He moved towards her pressing himself into her mouth with ease. "My good little puppy" Kuruk groaned as he took in the feeling of the girls tongue swirling around the head of his cock. She moaned as she bobbed her head up and down, the vibrations from her throat only adding to the pleasure. The man moved both hands to the girls head, lacing his fingers around her skull as he guided her rhythm. She gagged hard against him, the size making it hard to breath as she tried her best to keep up with his fast pace.

Kuruk hissed in pleasure as he shoved her harshly down onto himself, her eyes rolling back in her head as she did her best to contain her gagging. "Fuck" he cursed as he finally let her up, the girl gasping for oxygen as she coughed. Drool dripped it's way down her chin, the sight making Kuruk feel feral, ready to attack. He rubbed his thumb across her bottom lip, the wetness of her saliva coating his thumb. He brought it up to his mouth and licked it clean, his eyes locked on hers.

Without warning he grabbed the girls waist, flipping her onto her back as her pulled her lower half to the edge of the bed. Without hesitation he yanked her panties down her legs and threw them across the room out of sight. Self conscious about how exposed she was the girl tried to close her legs but was quickly met with Kuruks hands on her thighs forcing them apart once again. He took in the sight of her dripping cunt, letting his thumb rub up and down the girls folds as he teased her. She shivered at his touch, her hips bucking up as she desperately tried to gain more contact. Kuruk slapped his hand down against her pussy, causing her to Yelp at his unforgiving touch. A warning to keep herself in check.

"Look at you, you little slut. Your cunt is begging to be fucked." He chuckled, dipping his pointer finger into her heat. She whimpered, arching her back, such a little tease. "Tell me how much you need it, puppy." Kuruk said, moving two fingers from his mouth to the girls cunt, pumping slowly in and out. She moaned, gripping the sheets beneath her as she tried to stabilize herself. She pouted once again. "Please fuck me, Master Kuruk. I can't live without your cock inside of me." The words made the knight growl. "You wish you deserved my cock." he retorted, giving the girl another slap on the cheek. She whined, biting into her lip as the stinging faded slowly. God how she wished he would just fuck her already, the aching between her thighs becoming more and more intense with every minute that past.

He smirked down at her as he positioned himself, ready to ram into her at any moment he see fit. He grabbed her face, her jaw clamped between his fingers as he examined her. Her face was flushed, her hair unruly, her body coated in a layer of sweat. She let out tiny whines as she struggled to move down onto her masters cock, desperate for the contact. He quickly grabbed her hips, forcing her to be still, to be patient. He began rubbing his length against her, her juices coating his member as he teased her throbbing hole.

The girl at this point was a blubbering mess, begging and pleading with her master for him to fuck her, to help her relieve the frustration that was so clear on her innocent face. "What do you think, puppy? You think you can take it?" He questioned, a mocking tone in his sadistic voice. She nodded frantically, so hungry to be pleased. With that he shoved his length inside of the girl, watching as she squirmed, clearly uncomfortable with his size. Kuruk didn't care. He wrapped both hands around her throat as he pounded himself in and out of her wet little cunt.

She was a moaning mess, her head tilted up as she gasped at every hard stroke. "Oh. My. Stars." Kuruk refused to slow pace, grabbing her hips as he pounded into her to keep her steady. She wanted more then anything to reach out and grab him, to feel his skin against hers as he plowed her, but the ropes around her arms where to tight to budge. The man before her lifted his hand before letting it come down hard against her cheek again, the contact making an audible 'smack' as he did so. She whimpered at the contact, biting into her lower lip as tears brimmed her eyes. God how he loved to see it.

"You like being at my will, don't you puppy? You like being tied up on my bed while I fuck you?" He laughed lowly. The girl, to engrossed in all the pleasure to speak, only nodded her head, pushing her hips towards his as he continued. He grabbed her waist, flipping her onto her tummy, spreading her legs as far apart as he could to get more access. He loved seeing the restraints against her arms keeping her still for him, her back arched, her ass high in the air as her greedy little cunt took his length.

It wasn't long before she couldn't take it anymore, begging in a jumbled mess of words to cum for her master, so fucked out she was barely able to collect her words. "Wait for me puppy, only a little more. Your a good girl you can hold it." He taunted, his eyes rolling back in his head at the feeling of her clenching around him. He was close to, the sight of her drooling dumbly against his mattress sending him into overdrive.

His hips stuttered as he filled her, his fingers gripping her hips so hard it made her whimper. She couldn't hold it anymore, the feeling of him coming undone pushing her past her breaking point. A shriek of please escaped her before she went limp, doing all she could to keep herself present in the moment, wanting to make sure her master was finished, that he was pleased with her.

Pulling away from her, her dripping cunt continued to pulse around nothing, the sudden emptiness making her feel strange. Kuruk bent over her, examining her face to make sure she was alright, that he hadn't hit her to hard. A sizable red mark from his hand now adorned her cheek, nothing to bad, he knew it would simply fade away by tomarrow.

He flipped her, carefully untying her arms, her skin now marked from the rough ropes that had restrained her. "Poor puppy. All fucked out and dumb from your masters cock." He chuckled, caressing her gently. She didn't reply to him, still trying to gather herself.

"Your a good girl pet. I see why Vicrul is so fond of you.”

#supreme leader snoke #knights of ren #knights of ren smut #knights of ren x reader #kylo #kylo ren x reader #kylo x reader #ren #kylo fanfic #kylo ren #kylo ren smut #star wars #first order #kuruk #snoke #star wars smut #supreme leader #trudgen #vicrul

89 notes · View notes

moonlightshaiku · 9 months

Note

Hello! May I request a pair up? ^^

My names Dahlia (I go by Luka too but mostly Dahlia) and I'm non binary but kinda go with whatever pronouns people call me and wear whatever I feel like. I'm omniromantic and demi sexual!

I enjoy art (writing, dancing, painting, ect..), books, collecting things, bugs (I have a collection of bugs I preserved in bottles myself :), gardening, dyeing my hair black, diying clothes, luxury, science fiction and horror, cats or birds, classical music/metal/and some other alt genres of music, goth and alt everything ngl, gothic fashion or mall goth, organizing, stars, making edits, spending or earning money, bones, zombies, scheming, military stuff, debating, learning bcs knowledge is power, and hiking

My flaws and quirks are that I tend to be jealous, have a bit of a savior/supioriority complex but internally don't think I'm that great yk, a bit impulsive, really blunt, don't sleep don't eat just gotta get what I need done, petty, anxiety, depression, PTSD, ADHD, maladaptive dreaming disorder, nightmares 🌚, half done projects everywhere, competitive, loves to spoil my lover a little to much, can't sit still, needs to be uniqe, daddy issues, only ever listen to those I care for other than that im not a very good listener and a addiction to caffeine and success

My personality is entj with some enfp sprinkled in and 3w4, but basically, selfless to those I care about even a bit, polite, messed up but pretty self sustaining, eccentric, confident, can take charge, creative, assertive, sarcastic, blunt but can and will lie, extrovert, methodical, attentive, thrill seeking, witty, mindful of others unless I don't like the person, passionate, ambitious, stubborn, expressive, charismatic, sophisticated (most the time), adaptable, bit of a day dreamer but also realistic, and can and will do as I please to get what I please (unless your someone Im even just chill with I don't like hurting people to much unless they deserve it or I'm doing it on accident)

And that's it! I hope you have a lovely evening dear freind! I may have ranted a bit sorry :') but thank you so much I hope I wasn't to much trouble!

-🍷

Sevika!

(General Information: Sevika is a character from Arcane. She's a gruff fighter with a metal arm prosthesis. She's also very responsible, intelligent, and will try to end confrontations peacefully if possible.)

Sevika would absolutely love and spoil you! She's really relieved to be with someone who she believes can actually handle themself. She does worry, nonetheless.

She doesn't have a lot of time on her hands, but she'll spend every moment possible with you. Loves spoiling you, just as you spoil her. When her (relatively large) paycheck comes in, she would absolutely love taking you shopping.

She loves your ambition! Whatever you plan to do in your adult life, she will support. She'll get you whatever you need and put as much of her spare time forward as possible.

She probably picks up little trinkets and bugs when she has the time? And (especially if you're forgetful) will leave it on counters/tables. Just little offerings she hopes you won't mention.

Sevika has a lot of trauma, and is surprisingly good at calming people down. She'll usually boss them around, get them functioning and then talk. But she can also be soft. Kneel down and pat, murmur, whatever needed. Whenever Sevika is dealing something, she tends to get irritable and might even cry a bit, quietly and alone. A good, warm meal will calm her enough to talk it over.

Sevika isn't really jealous, and she's fine with your being jealous as long as it doesn't prevent her from doing something. If it does, she'll sit you down and attempt to understand and better the situation.

I can see a lot of good communication in the relationship, and a lot of mutual spoiling (and breakdowns)!

Alternate Pairing(s):

Kylo Ren — Star Wars

#sevika x you #sevika x reader #arcane sevika #sevika #arcane #pair up #lesbian #nonbinary #gay :)#wine anon

20 notes · View notes

jaynesilver · 5 months

Note

Hiiii!

So, you're one of my favorite Kylux authors, y'know, your stories are SO GOOD!

It made me wonder what are your favorite Kylux tropes to write and to read and are there any differences between the two categories?

Thank you so much! I am so flattered, haha. I'm still always surprised when someone likes my work this much - it is such a lovely thing to hear. You really made my day! I adore so many Kylux tropes. They're so versatile. Among my favorites...Let's see!

Starting with touch-starved. They're both so isolated, and covered head-to-toe (quite literally, in Kylo's case), and you can't tell me that they're not dying for a hug. Has Hux ever been hugged at all? Hux's life has been so isolating that I'm not sure he'd even be aware of how touch-starved he is; Kylo, I think, has received enough affection in the past to be painfully aware of how badly he wants affection now. Touch-starved leads us into virgins / first time. The vulnerability of it is compelling, and I'm a sucker for when they let down their walls to let someone in. Delicious! Third up is power dynamics! The variable power dynamic between the two of them is part of what I feel makes Kylux such a compelling ship. I can see a strong arguments for either of them being the "dominant" or "submissive" partner, and exploring how that would pan out is so fun. Kylo has more literal power, in terms of physical strength and the Force; Hux has more theoretical power, in terms of control of the Order and himself. The variations in how you interpret that can lead to so many different outcomes - as in Negative Pressure, where they learn how those dynamics can be cooperative, or in Thrall, where Hux learns to abuse Kylo's power for his own amusement. Omegaverse! Omegaverse is already fun, and mixing it with the existing power dynamics / personality issues of Kylux is even more fun. Who's the Alpha? Who's the Omega? How do they feel about it? What a delightful sandbox to play in, I tell you. And I read tons of tropes - these tropes, and beyond! I have written what I would consider to be darker topics (Lethe gets pretty dark, as does Dead Memories), and there's angst in many of my fics, but I read more dark-themed Kylux than I write. What can I say? I'm a sucker for villains finding love. I almost always give them a happy ending (cough sorry, Restless Ghosts). On the other hand, I don't often write pure fluff, simply because I am, quite frankly, bad at it, haha. The two have too many issues to work out! They have to earn it! But fluff after some angst? That, I'll do.

Thank you for the wonderful ask! I really had fun thinking about this!

14 notes · View notes

kylowritten · 1 year

Text

If the Slipper Fits

Pairings: Kylo Ren x ForceSensitive!Reader

Summary: Nobody wants to be the woman whose foot fits that slipper.

Warnings: fluff, kissing, mentions of sex, nudity, mentions of self harm

Word Count: 5.3k

A/N: Wooo😅 I'm so sorry for how long it took for me to get this out. But here it is!! I struggled with writers block for awhile but recently remembered the ultimate cure: reading. I forgot how much a good book can really inspire me. Without further ado...

Part Fourteen

You’re not sure what to expect upon arriving in the Third District. You didn’t exactly leave on great terms with Kylo and, not to mention, you’re completely unaware of what’s happened while you were gone. More than likely you were walking into a hostile situation if anything like Parric in the Sixth District occurred; however, the servant who fetches you is amicable enough, and leads you into a room to get settled.

You half expect Kylo to be there, and so you prepare what to say. Undoubtedly he’ll know how it went. And you’re not sure if you’re disappointed or relieved when the room is notably absent of any sign of your husband.

There’s a knock at the door.

Panic jolts through you. You remember, vaguely, that if it was Kylo, you would’ve felt him approach through your Force bond.

Instead, your company is a regal-looking woman wearing a dress made of deep maroon. She smiles softly, if not somewhat abashed, as if she’s aware that she’s spooked you.

“Hello. I apologize, I’ve been eagerly awaiting your arrival.”

“Oh,” you say, laughing nervously. “No need to apologize.”

You don’t want to admit to her, or yourself, that you’re on edge about seeing Kylo.

She offers her hand and you shake it. “My name is Emelia, I’m the lady of the house.”

“Thank you for having us. From what I’ve seen of it, your district is lovely.”

Emelia’s lips twitch. “You’re very kind.”

You twist your head, pinning her with a look of incredulity. “You don’t believe me.”

“I don’t mean to offend,” Emelia quickly says.

She gestures past you. A rounded set of double doors open up to a small, adjoining balcony. Rain falls in sheets across the windows, and you remember the icy prick of it on your skin as you ran after the servant from your ship into the warmth of the grand estate.

Emelia adds, “We aren’t exactly known for our weather.”

“I like the rain,” you truthfully tell her. “I think it’s relaxing.”

“I agree, although I may be biased. We have a wonderful market, though, so I hope the clouds clear long enough for you to visit.”

“I would love that.” You smile.

Emelia clears her throat. “I’m afraid that I didn’t come here to discuss the splendor of our district. I-I have an ulterior motive.” A flash of gold catches your eye, and you realize it comes from the plethora of rings on Emelia’s hands as she wrings them. “May I speak freely, Your Highness?”

Your Highness. You would never get used to that.

“Of course,” you reassure her.

“My wife and I, we have two daughters.” Emelia pauses as if contemplating how to continue. “By the end of the year, they would’ve become the acceptable age to be fitted for the slipper. I…I feared for them terribly. I know that you didn't necessarily have a choice, but I am grateful for you for marrying the king and sparing my daughters of a similar fate. For all of the women in the kingdom. No more will have to die.”

You want to inform her no one actually died, but feel it would defeat the kindness of her statement. Someone else might’ve mistaken her words for callousness, but you understand what she meant — you were a savior, one way or another.

“It needed to end,” you say softly. “If I had to be the one to do it, then so be it.”

Little did she know how truthful you were. It truly was up to you to end the dark reign of the royal family over the kingdom, and of Palpatine’s unrelenting hold on Kylo.

“There you are.”

Kylo’s voice evokes both you and Emelia to turn towards the doorway.

A part of you softens at the sight of him.

Sans helmet and armor, Kylo stands in a simple pair of dark pants and a black sweater. Dressed like this, he looks perfectly aristocratical, reminding you glaringly of his royal upbringing; he hardly embodies the feral, wild man that you know, the one you watched kill a man for disrespecting you.

The complexity of him, the stark juxtaposition of his character, strangely intrigues you.

“Kylo,” you say, more breathless than you meant.

Emelia sheepishly smiles. “I’m sure that you wish to reunite with your wife.”

Kylo addresses her with his intense, unwavering stare but says nothing. After a pregnant pause, Emelia scurries past you and Kylo, making sure to give the latter a significant distance, which isn’t an easy feat considering that he fills the entire doorway. Before she can disappear around the corner, you shout, “Thank you,” then, quieter, knowing you have her attention, “Emelia.”

Emelia glances at you. She nods, then leaves.

With her gone, Kylo’s stare slides to you. “I trust that your trip was pleasant.”

“It was.”

He shifts, leaning hip and elbow against the frame of the door. “What did Lady Emelia want?”

Kylo is obviously shooting for nonchalance, but falls somewhere short of overbearing. It brings the slightest hint of a smile to your mouth. You tell him, “Just to say hello.”

“And everything is well?”

“Everything is well.” You swallow. You’ve forgotten to be afraid of this interaction. The reminder ratchets your nerves. “How are you?”

The door closes behind Kylo. He devours the space between you in two strides, effectively crowding you against the bed. The backs of your knees collide into the bed frame but you don’t concede to sitting, instead persisting on standing so that you’re wedged between his legs.

He towers over you, the proximity of him — his general being — overwhelms you.

“I couldn’t stop myself from thinking of you,” he says thickly, as if inflicted with some terrible curse. He all but spits it out. “I hated it.”

“Sorry,” you mutter to him.

Kylo fiercely says, “Don’t do that again. From now on you go where I tell you.”

“I’ll go where I please,” you fire back, blistering.

“You torment me,” he eventually replies. His tone is pained, all-suffering, the words sharp, cutting across your skin like a blade. His fingers, though, are appalling gentle as he snags a lock of hair, caught in the corner of your lips, and tucks it behind your ear. His brows furrow. “Please. Make it stop.”

You smile wryly. “I’m not sure I know how.”

An expression passes over his handsome features, the semblance of a smile. The very first of its kind.

“Join me, tomorrow.”

You frown. “What?”

“We’re going somewhere.”

“Where?”

“I’ll worry about that.”

You narrow your eyes, playfully suspicious. “What’s going on? Shouldn’t we be…” you wave your hand vaguely, “I don’t know…touring?”

“I think we’ve earned a break.” One of his brows, a thick, dark stroke against his pale skin, raises almost minutely. “Don’t you agree?”

“I suppose you.” The edges of your mouth curl mischievously. “You really missed me.”

He sniffs, “I didn’t miss you. I just think it would be of good conscience to spare our hosts from your insufferable tendencies.”

It takes a moment for you to realize that he’s kidding, that it’s just a sample of his dry humor. You get such seldom glimpses of it. In a singsong voice, you say, “You missed me.”

“How dare you accuse me of such a heinous act.”

You smirk, triumphant. “Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone.”

A pleasurable ache between your thighs greets you as you wake, blinking sleep from your eyes. You turn, twisted in the sheets; you gave up a long time ago trying to catch Kylo still in bed, although the remnants of him are still there — his lingering warmth, his scent, and the memories of the former night heat your cheeks.

You languish, for a moment, in the comfort of an unhurried morning. Then, you lift your head and sweep your bleary gaze across the room, starting from the door to the balcony — there. Leaning casually, well, as casually as someone who perpetually upholds an essence of power, Kylo stands on the balcony with his back to you.

You swing your legs off the bed and hurry to grab your robe and belt it around your waist.

You’re not sure what overcomes you — perhaps the subtle domesticity of it all — but you pad on bare feet across the room and encircle your arms around him, your cheek nuzzling up against the muscular plane of his back.

“Good morning,” you hum.

His grunted response rumbles through his chest. “I would ask if you slept well,” he says, voice deliciously husky from sleep, “but I already know the answer.”

He can’t see you, but you roll your eyes. “So humble.”

Kylo grunts again. From behind him, you peek to see what he’s looking at. Beyond the balcony, rolling green plains are backdropped by clear skies, and you’re given view of the district that the rain obscured the day before. Awe yawns in you.

“What are the plans today?” You ask. For the first time since you can remember, you feel a worm of excitement working it’s way into your chest.

Kylo twists so that his back is against the railing of the balcony, but still in your arms. “Go get dressed,” he orders.

“You’re really not going to tell me anything?”

“No. Go.”

Kylo delights you as he slaps your ass on your way back into the room, and you cry out in protest. The sound of his chuckle follows you.

“Kylo, where are we?” Blindly, you reach out with your hands.

"We're almost there. Stop fussing."

You scowl. You feel as if your fussing is perfectly reasonable, considering that he's kept you out of the loop all afternoon. You flew to a remote location and then, upon climbing off the ship, he insisted that this be a surprise. So, you've walked for at least the last half mile with Kylo's large hands covering your eyes, stumbling awkwardly in front of him.

"Don't make that face."

"What? What face? You can't even see my face."

"The one where you furrow your brow and scrunch up your nose."

Irritatingly, he's right. You relax your features, forgetting that with his hands over your eyes he can tell the different in your expression. You smile sheepishly as he laughs.

"Are we almost there?" You complain.

"I'm going to walk you in circles if you ask one more time. I have nowhere to be today, I can delay this as long as necessary."

Finally, he stops in his tracks. You're grateful, because your feet have started to ache - it's been an embarrassingly long time since you've walked so far. "Keep your eyes shut," he instructs. The warmth of his proximity disappears, boots crunching the ground as he takes several steps away. "Now open."

Kylo steals your vision first. Unsurprisingly.

You take in your fill of him before your gaze slowly drifts. Behind him, a small lake laps at the sandy shore where he now stands barefoot, the hem of his pants rolled up; it's strangely attractive, and you shove down your sudden desire. The area surrounding the lake is green, grassy, interspersed with patches of flowers and trees.

You breathe out, "Wow. It's beautiful."

"My mother used to take me here," Kylo says, softly, distant — lost in memories that you could only guess about. "If I was well behaved during her diplomatic meetings, we would go swimming."

For half of a moment, you wonder whether or not you should divulge how you met Leia, but you think better of it. "Thank you for bringing me here." He shifts, clearly uncomfortable with the level of vulnerability, so you hurry to add, "I'm relieved it wasn't just to get me out of my clothes."

"Would it have worked?"

You give in to a face-splitting smile. In a swift movement, you pull off your shirt and step out of your shoes. Kylo lets out a soft sound of amusement as you run past him, wriggling out of your pants as you splash into the lake water. Icy cold envelopes you but gradually subsides; the sun warms your face as you float in the water on your back.

"Was that a yes?"

Kylo peels off his clothes and wades into the water, looking everything like some fictional hero. Or villain, perhaps, you think. Either way, he's unafraid of his nudity, and even though you've seen him countless times before, it still makes you sheepish. After all, you're still wearing your bra and panties, leaving you painfully overdressed.

You watch him slip under then re-emerge, slicking his wet hair back. His dark eyes are dancing with an emotion you can't identify.

"Of course it was a yes," you tell him with a laugh. "As you already know, I don't necessarily need a reason to get undressed for you."

"Mm, you're right," he says.

Treading water, he grabs you by the waist and pulls you toward him. His hands are like fire on your skin, scorching a path as they roam from your waist to your thighs, gripping tightly as to hoist your legs around his hips. You squeal in delight and encircle your arms around his neck.

Kylo moves to shallower waters. Droplets of water roll off his broad shoulders. You're fascinated with his lashes — wet, spiky, unfairly long — so you're unprepared for when he leans in and seals a kiss on your mouth. Unlike previous kisses, this one is unhurried, relaxed, secure in a way they haven't been before.

The afternoon passes much quicker than you would've liked, but you see a new side of Kylo that makes it worth it. He's still very much the same, blunt and serious, but the usual tension is missing. He's not a royal figure but a man — in fact, you're almost certain that you catch a glimpse of the child he had been when he insists on showing you how he can swim all of the way to the bottom of the lake.

You're pleasantly tired, burnt, and your fingers have wrinkled far past normalcy when you announce, "I wish it could always be like this."

Kylo lays on the shore, reclined back on his hands and drying off. Mercifully, he's put on pants, or else you wouldn't have been able to hold a conversation with him. His eyes are closed, his breathing steady and calm. "How so?"

"Both of us. Without any expectations," you say. "We aren't fighting. We're not...rulers. We're just people."

As imperceptibly and quick as the breeze rolling over you, Kylo stiffens. "But that's not us."

"It's true in this moment," you protest.

"But that's all this is." Kylo sits up. Waves a hand. "A moment."

You turn to him. By this point, you're half submerged, on your way to getting out of the water when he stops you in your tracks. "Can't you just enjoy the sentiment?"

"No. It's not realistic."

"None of this is realistic," you say, on the verge of hysteria.

It's vague, a blotch on your subconscious, but you suddenly feel the same as when a plate slips out of your hands, the tension before it smashes to the ground into hundreds of pieces.

"I wasn't —"

"Nevermind," you quickly say. You don't want to hear his gruff excuse, the lack of understanding and empathy. "Forget I said anything."

Kylo is alert, more than he was before. His dark eyes watch you closely. "I upset you."

"Yes, Kylo, you did." You huff, mostly out of frustration than disappointment. "But it's okay. I wasn't being realistic. You're right. Tomorrow — in a few hours — we'll go back to barely tolerating each other and being respectable diplomats. This is just a moment, it doesn't mean anything."

You snatch up your clothes and put them on. By the time you're done, your cheeks are still wet with the tears you've failed to scrub away. Kylo stands a few feet from you, expression unreadable.

"That's not what I meant."

"No, it never is."

You just want to go home. But you have no home, no real one, so maybe you just want to go back to the palace. It's unfortunate that you still have two more districts to visit.

"Let me explain." Kylo's voice is a growl, deep in his chest. He grabs your wrist and spins you around so that you're only inches apart. "I've always thought very...linear. And I can't always express what I mean." He shakes his head then, perhaps irritated with himself. "I brought you here today for a reason. I wanted you to see this."

You implore him with your eyes. "But will it mean anything? After this?"

His gaze flickers to your lips. "It will. To me." He swallows, throat bobbing. "I said that because we can't change who we are. But we can still appreciate being together, even when things are...difficult."

"I thought I was insufferable," you say. Secretly, you're touched.

His lips twitch. "You are."

This admission of his thoughts, his feelings, means more to you than any grand romantic gesture. You're afraid, though, that if you push anymore he might throw himself into the lake and drown himself. So you declare that you're hungry, and that you know the perfect place; Kylo is hesitant, but nonetheless accepts.

You have to admit that you have no clue where you're going, but Kylo knows exactly where to go when you mention the market that Emelia talked about the day before. In your head you're not sure what to think — you only had your own district to compare it to. But you're more than pleasantly surprised to find that the Third District market sprawls several miles, cutting through the plains like a colorful serpent. Chatter greets you first, then the savory smell of meats and other things being roasted, sweetened by a stall selling small, sugary cakes.

Kylo insist that you try one. The vendor seems more than apprehensive about selling to the King, but is remarkably thrilled when you take a bite and profess how delicious it is.

The two of you gradually make your way through the plethora of stalls, stopping and chatting with those who look close enough to recognize you (well, mostly you, Kylo stands sullenly behind you); sampling foods and browsing wares — jewelry, scarves, pieces of wood carved into impossible shapes. You're aware that Kylo will buy you whatever you want, so you overly show your admiration for as many vendors as you can. If Kylo catches onto this, he doesn't say, just silently pays the vendor without complaint.

You excitedly dart away from him to investigate a stall boasting beautiful bottles of perfume. Kylo gets lost in the throng of onlookers. You pick up one of the bottles and lift it to your nose, just as a flash of color catches your eye.

Was that...? Curious, you mutter something to the perfume vendor then shuffle a few steps. Your gaze combs the crowd. There — again! Your brows furrow and you start your pursuit. You want to shout but you're afraid that Kylo might hear you. A quick glance over your shoulder tells you that he's still straggling behind, so you forge ahead, elbowing and doing your best to keep up.

The clothed figure slips into an alleyway. You follow after. "Luke!" you shout. "Luke?"

"Did he follow you?" Luke twists toward you, blue eyes searching past you. This is the first time you're seeing him in person, and you find yourself just as awestruck as meeting him through the Force.

"Um, no. No, I don't think so," you say.

Luke nods, abrupt. "We don't have much time. But we needed to meet again."

"Couldn't we have just met like before?"

"No. This requires in-person training," Luke tells you, mouth curling with amusement. He resembles his sister, painfully so, reminding you that he's also related to Kylo, to Ben. Dry humor evidently runs in the family.

"Okay," you say, unsure of what else to.

"I'm going to lower my defenses," Luke says. "And let you try to penetrate my mind. We spoke about the abstract of defeating the darkness, but this is the physical. I have a memory that I want you to try to reach."

"How will I know what it is?"

Luke smiles wryly. "Trust me."

He sweeps a hand, concealing the alley in a temporary bubble. No one from outside can see in, or enter.

"Tell me what you learned last time."

You repeat his lesson, the one from the gardens in the Sixth District. It pains you to recall the memory of seeing you father, even if it was fake, and how it felt to obliterate him. You explain how you'll have to find the emotional bond with Kylo to access his subconscious again.

"Have you tried?" Luke asks.

Sheepishly, you shake your head.

If he's disappointed, Luke masks it. "Tonight. You must try tonight. You don't have much longer."

"I know," you say. "I know." Desperate to redeem yourself in his eyes, you add, "I spoke with my district. They're on board with helping us."

Luke nods. "Good. That's a start." He positions himself closer. "Put your fingers on my temples. Here."

You obey.

"Hopefully this will help your endeavor," he says. "Now, concentrate. Remember last time."

You do. You really do. But nothing happens — other than you standing there with your hands on Luke's temple. You realize that he closed his eyes when they open unexpectedly.

"Are you trying?" The same blunt honesty as the rest of his family, too.

"Yes," you stress. "I'm trying."

"Try harder," he demands, a phrase that's never made any sense to you.

You relent. This time, you close your eyes and focus. You try to imagine yourself opening up Luke's mind, like prying open a shell and examining what's inside. Clearly, he's waiting for this, because it almost feels too easy to do so — you slip into it as easy as slipping into a shoe.

Instantly you're transported not into his subconscious, his safe place, but rather directly into a memory. In the memory, you're an outsider. Luke is there, younger, how he must've been when he saved the kingdom along with Leia; he's surrounded by a group of teenagers, children, really. Your eyes settle on one.

Ben. Not yet Kylo, although you decide he can't be far from the man you know.

He's distinctly on the cusp of manhood. Eighteen or nineteen, a man, but his body still lingering in his adolescence. There's an openness to his face. You're not sure if it's your imagination or not, but you're almost certain that you can see a darkness beneath the earnest expression, like shade encroaching on the sunshine.

"Good work today," Luke tells his students. This must be what Leia meant when she said that he had once been Kylo's teacher. "You deserve the rest of the day off."

The children rise to their feet, already starting to cluster into pairs as they retreat. You think that Kylo is slower to jump up, nobody coming to talk to him. His shoulders (broad even then) tense as Luke calls, "Ben. One moment, please."

With a healthy dose of teenage reluctance, Kylo — Ben? you weren't sure — approaches his uncle. There's a trace of wariness on his face.

"We need to talk about what happened," Luke says. His tone is sterner than before, when he addressed all of the students together.

Ben's eyes flash. "What is there to talk about?"

"What you did was irresponsible and dangerous," Luke snaps. His jaw clenches. It's obvious from just this small interaction that he has less patience for his nephew then the others. Perhaps a higher expectation, you think, but nonetheless unwarranted. Clearly Kylo wants his respect.

"I couldn't let him beat me," Kylo says.

"A humble loser is just as important, if not more, than a proud winner," Luke tells him.

A storm crosses Kylo's face. "I didn't do anything wrong."

"Dark magic is forbidden to be used here," Luke says. "You know that. Others saw what you did, too. They already think I'm giving you special treatment and now —"

Kylo interrupts him with an absurdly uproarious laugh. "Ha!" He says. There's a darkness thrumming just beneath his skin. "You hate me."

Luke's anger buffers. He steps back as if physically assaulted. "Ben, I could never —"

"Don't lie," Kylo snarls. "I see the way you look at me. How everyone looks at me. You're all afraid that I'm going to be like King Vader. Maybe I just should be, since everyone already thinks it! He said that —"

It's Luke's turn to interrupt. "He who?"

Kylo's passionate anger shutters, his mouth snapping shut. "No one."

"Ben —"

The future king turns and storms off. Luke moves as if to go after him, but must think better of it. Instead he watches his nephew's retreating form until he disappears.

You're eager to devour more of this — to know more about Kylo's elusive past — but the memory ends abruptly and you're suddenly brought back to reality, stumbling backwards as you are.

Luke's face is grim. "I should've seen it coming."

"You couldn't have known," you say softly. Sure, watching with what you know now, the signs were all there. But Luke couldn't have seen it. Even with his tendency to be hard on Kylo, he most likely only saw his beloved nephew.

"That was the first day he used dark magic in front of me," Luke tells you. "It's not long after that Palpatine turns him completely." He pauses, then shakes his head. "Anyway, you did good. Great, even. I trust tonight will go well."

"Yeah," you say, distant.

Your immediate instinct is to bring this up with Kylo, but you know that you can't without giving away everything. Your chest tightens.

"I should go. He's looking for you," Luke says.

"When will I see you again?"

"Soon." He smiles, softly. "Soon."

Luke is gone before you know it, and with it the protective bubble. Kylo descends upon you almost immediately, grabbing you by the shoulders and inspecting you. "Are you alright?"

"I'm fine," you say, although you feel far from it.

However, you've recently excelled in experiencing mental whiplash and then having to act normal, so you hopefully collect yourself in a convincing manner. "I'm sorry, I must've gotten away from you."

"I...I lost connection with you, for a moment. Through our bond." He frowns. "I thought the worst."

"And what would that be?"

Kylo doesn't answer you. His gaze sweeps the alley — once, twice — before landing back on you. "Was someone here?"

"No," you tell him, suddenly nervous. "No one."

"Who were you talking to?"

You insist, "No one, Kylo, I swear. I just got lost."

He doesn't believe you.

But he doesn't press again, so you launch yourself back into the market. The same magic as before is missing, misplaced somewhere between meeting Luke and Kylo finding you; it seems fitting, your perfect day couldn't last forever, anyways. By the time you make it back to the estate, you're tired from putting up a facade after seeing Luke's memory, and knowing that you need to infiltrate Kylo's mind.

After a quick bath, you return to your shared bedroom to find Kylo sitting on the edge of the bed. His elbows are on his knees, and he's staring at his interlaced hands.

You approach him, sidestepping the ridiculous amount of things you bought at the market today, now stacked unceremoniously, and gently easing him back so that you can squeeze between his legs. But it's not close enough, so you crawl onto his lap, desperate suddenly to be as near to him as possible. He's still reticent, but his hands rest on your waist and you know that things are okay.

"Thank you," you tell him. "For today."

He nods. Blinks. "Of course."

You bring your lips to his, lightly. He kisses you back just as gently, but it's not long before he deepens it, coaxing open your mouth so that he can slip his tongue inside. He bites at your bottom lip until the copper taste of blood floods your mouth, and he assuages the pain with a swipe of his expert tongue.

His hips grind against yours, your center so readily available to him in your simple bathrobe.

It's easy to get lost in him — to throw yourself with wild abandon into this impossibly paradoxical man and forget everything but him. But, deep down, you have trouble enjoying this, his hands roaming your freshly washed skin, the trail of his kisses down your throat. You have trouble because you know that you initiated this kiss just to betray him.

His walls are down. He's not on the defense, not when you're like this. It pains you that at least in these moments he trusts you, and you're going to break it.

Through the bond, you can feel the intensity of his desire and his emotions. Just like you hoped, the heightened sensation is easy to connect with, and soon you find yourself transported back into the room from before, the one where Kylo had flogged himself. You flinch at the recollection.

Kylo isn't there, not mentally. He's with you, still kissing you.

You want to do this fast. You don't know what to expect, but you don't want to find out what happens if Kylo catches you.

Dark waves lap beneath the platform, nearly masking your footsteps. At the end of the platform is the flog. Pain spirals through you as you remember how it glistened with blood, his blood. Kylo's. It makes your stomach churn.

You stand a few feet from it, not wanting to get close. There's nothing obviously wrong here, at least not like when your father hugged you.

How were you supposed to do this?

Looking down at the flog, you make the decision to pick it up. It hums with a powerful energy. You turn it this way and that, and then, on a whim, toss it into the water.

A moment later it reappears at your feet.

"Too easy," you mutter.

You're convinced that you must destroy it. Kylo can not hurt himself with it again if it's gone, and it's the only thing that you can tangibly destroy. It has to be why it's pulsating dangerously — this is the dark magic manifesting in his subconscious. You concentrate on the weapon.

In your own subconscious, you attached to the dark magic until it quite literally imploded.

Gripping the flog in both hands, you focus all of your attention onto it. You imagine gathering the dark magic in your hands like a liquidy substance and expunging it. The flog, the dark magic, refuses to part — rallying back against your efforts. Your back molars grit together as you channel your magic into it, summoning every bit of your strength to battle against it.

A white light appears in your vision, power building, a scream beginning softly in your throat and then crescendoing; the flog shatters, pieces of it flying away in dusty remnants.

You collapse to the ground.

The residual shards of dark magic fade from your hands as if washing away ink.

Before your eyes, the room shifts.

It's no longer darkened, a singular space. There's still the pier-type platform, and still the water, but you can faintly make out the shapes of trees in the distance. Of land. The water lightens as you make your way back down the platform, and the success of your effort is nearly enough to make you want to start dancing.

However, your celebration is short lived as your sucked back into the present.

Your lips are swollen, breath raggedly escaping your chest. Kylo pulls away slightly. He's breathing heavy, too, but looking at you as if something catastrophic just occurred.

"What?" You ask, flattening your hands on his chest. "What's wrong?"

Kylo swallows. Fear flutters in his face before disappearing behind a mask of composure. "Nothing. Nothing. I just...I felt..." he trails off without further explanation.

Panic hitches in your throat — did he suspect something?

And, because you've evidently become some master seductress, using sex as a way to carry out your mission, you distract him with another kiss. This time you compact all of your emotions from the day into it: your delight from the lake and the market, your unwavering devotion to him, the sympathy you have for the memory that Luke showed you in the alley.

And he kisses you back just as fiercely.

It breaks your heart, frankly. But you know that in order to save him, you must betray him first.

- - -

@juniperwoodwell

@eternal-mikrokosmos

@judypahtootee

#star wars #fanfic #kylo ren #cinderella #force sensitive #forced marriage #kylo ren fanfic #kylo x reader #kylo x you #one thousand and one nights #writers on tumblr #writers

37 notes · View notes