Incubus written by Ovri (HD Version). Warning: NSFW. Contains demons, seduction, lucid dreaming and plenty of very dirty language. This is very sexual. Do not listen to it if you are unprepared or in public.
Someone requested I re-record the Incubus script with my new microphone, so I did. I don’t know if it’s as good a performance as the old one, but it sounds a lot clearer. Feel free to let me know what you think.
Summary: To reestablish himself in society and align with Count Pierre, your father gives your hand in marriage to Jacques Le Gris, his favorite squire. You, knowing his reputation as a newly established rich squire with little breeding and womanizing ways, are vehemently opposed to the idea.
Oh, I’m a maid, and I’m pure and fair!
I’ll never dance with a hairy bear!
A bear! A bear!
I’ll never dance with a hairy bear!
The bear, the bear!
Lifted her high into the air!
The bear! The bear!
~Series Masterpost~
Chapter summary: some last minute twists and turns as Jacques gets ready to set off for Cherbourg
CW: short physical altercation, mature towards the end
Description: When you can't sleep you like to take in the view you never thought you'd have.
Warning(s): sexual/suggestive content, toxic amounts of fluff
I... I love this man. He's a hunk of muscle and smexiness with the most precious smile and I need this out of my system.
...
When you couldn’t sleep, you watched him.
What were you supposed to do? He was beautiful, a work of art. Tall, dark, handsome, strong, soulful, perfect. You’d lost him once, the once again, and you’d almost lost him for good; but now you had him, you were safe. No more jedi, empire, war… he was yours forever. So sometimes, when you woke up in a cold sweat, your mind filled with memories of blood and pain and you were scared to try to sleep again, you would just watch him. He finally slept without a weapon under his pillow, he finally slept. He had a peaceful expression, his thick, dark hair tousled against his pillow. His scarred skin was pale and the moonlight always illuminated it in the most beautiful way. Freckles littered his body, sometimes you counted them. His broad chest moving up and down slowly… you lived his chest, it was one of the sexiest parts of him. You never thought you’d see him like this, naked, vulnerable, peaceful, asleep.
You were on your side, it was well into the night, as it tended to be when you woke up after a nightmare. The first thing you did when you jolted awake was reach for Ben, and when you saw him it instantly calmed you.
Ben was on his side facing you, his face relaxed and his breathing soft. One hand was under his pillow, the other gripping his blanket to his chest. You wanted more than anything to reach out and touch him, but you worried it would wake him up, so you just watched.
You pictured the moment you first met, learning under Luke. You thought he was the most beautiful man you’d ever met, he was so perfect. You felt the same way you did from the very beginning through it all.
You bit your lip. Maybe you could just touch his hair… that wouldn’t wait him up, right?
You pulled your blanket up over your chest, reaching out and caressing his hair. You played with the ends, running your fingers through it gently. It was soft and smooth and did need to be washed… maybe you could get him in the shower with you later…
You yanked back your hand as you felt him stir, your heart melting at the soft groan that left him. His eyes fluttered open, the sleepiness in them even more adorable then his sleepy sounds.
“I’m sorry, love,” you whispered. “Go back to sleep.”
Ben struggled to wake up. He reached out, one strong arm hooking around your waist and pulling you in close to him. He leaned in, nuzzling in your neck and pressing soft kisses there. “You okay?”
That voice was going to be the death of you. You let out a long sigh as your bare body pressed against his, his warmth sinking in your skin. “Fine, just nightmares.”
“How can I help?”
You lightly pushed him back against the bed, pressing your forehead against his. “You already did. You’re here,”
You gave him a soft kiss. That was another of your favorite part of Ben, his lips. This whole man was gonna be the end of you. Even sleepy his kisses were soft and deep and intense, but you could feel his exhaustion taking over. You pulled away and gently pushed on his shoulder, laying him on his back. You propped yourself up on your elbow, looking down at him and smiling. You traced his features with your fingers, giggling as he struggled harder to stay awake.
“Sleep, Ben.” You urged him.
“I’ll stay awake with you,” he mumbled.
“Sleep, love. You can be with me in the morning,” You let your finger tips trace his brow bone down to his cheeks, the long scar on his cheek, then his lips and jaw. You smiled as they trailed lower, running over the love bites you’d left on his neck, collar bone, and chest. “You’re beautiful,” you whispered.
“You’re beautiful,” Ben's eyes were barely open as he spoke. “The most beautiful woman on any world,”
“You get romantic when you’re sleepy,” you smiled. “Go to sleep. The sooner you sleep the sooner morning comes, and then I can get you in the shower.”
Ben smirked. “Do I get you in the shower?”
You laid your body over Ben's, not ignorant to the certain something stirring between his legs. You peppered kisses along his jawline and down his neck. “You can have me in the shower, love. In the morning.”
Ben groaned at your words and your lips. One of his hands moved to your breasts, cupping them and squeezing them. That something between his legs beginning to grow even more. But as much as you wanted to take it deep inside, you cherished these moments where Ben could rest, could be at peace. There would be plenty of time for you to devour him in the morning. You removed his hand from your breast, bringing his palm to your lips and pressing another soft kiss there.
“In the morning my love. I want you to rest,”
“Why?” Ben sounded like a child, the slight whine in his voice reminding you of so long ago when you were just Palawans. It made you smile.
“Because I want to see you rest, and eventually, when I fall asleep, I want to rest with you. Until then though,” you threaded your fingers through his hair, massaging his scalp. His eyes dipped closed, “relax.”
Ben wrapped his strong arms around you, pulling you into his chest. You laid your head on his chest and sighed as he ran his fingers gently up and down your spine. “I don’t deserve you,” he mumbled.
“You deserve the world,” you whispered.
You were still a long time from sleep, but Ben's slow breaths and warm body were more than enough to occupy you. You closed your eyes, reveling in the moment you feared you’d never have. Ben was safe, Ben was yours, Ben was happy. Your dream world had become a reality.
“You’re mine,” Kylo Ren hisses, pushing you up against the door. He’s taken you up to his own private quarters where he’ll have his way with you. You’re sighing against his lips, eyes fluttering as he tears your uniform off.
“Yes,” you say, “I’m all yours.”
NSFW: Title kink (Supreme Leader), PIV sex, Oral sex (Kylo to reader), Brief degradation, Semi-public sex
Since your requests are open(thank you!), could you right something about how needy Kylo is with his empress. How he has to be touching you all the time if he’s anywhere near you, and after a long day of ruling the galaxy how completely overwhelmed he gets when he’s finally inside you all he can do is moan and mutter nonsense. Thank you!
Make You Mine - Kylo Ren x Empress!Reader
CW: AFAB!reader, reader has a vagina, soft dom Kylo but also sub Kylo, idk Kylo is a switch, needy Kylo, insecure Kylo, possessive Kylo, 18+, creampie, breeding, dirty talk, slight hurt/comfort, battle wound, reader is also a force user
When Kylo comes home to you after long trips, you always expect him to be exhausted and needy. It was like clock work, the way you'd hear his ship come in, you'd listen close for the sound of his boots against the polished floor as he made his way to your room. You'd always greet him with a hug and a warm bath, but tonight he was late and the bath you had drawn had already ran cold.
You were on your knees leaning over the tub when he came in, your silk night dress barely covering your curves. As you pulled the plug and watched the water drain, Kylo stepped into the room.
You didn't respond to the hiss of his helmet as he took it off, rightfully disappointed that there had been a disturbance in your routine.
"I was worried something had happened," you muttered, sitting back on your heels.
Your back was to him and his eyes were fixed on your figure, his breath hitching. Without a word, he stepped forward and gently placed his gloved hands on your neck, sweeping strands of hair away from your soft skin. Finally, he spoke.
"I missed you, Empress. Will you forgive me for being late?"
You nodded, melting into his touch. Impatiently, he gently lifted you just enough to bend you over the tub, pushing your thighs apart. You caved at his touch, eagerly molded by him.
"I missed looking at this," he groaned, gloved hands softly pushing the plush cheeks of your ass open. You were about to respond when you felt the slow trickle of warm spit hit your tight hole, leaking down your folds.
"Kylo," you whimpered, clenching around nothing.
The sight was enough to drive him mad and you shivered as you listened to him hastily rip off his gloves, needing to feel your bare skin beneath his rough palms.
"I thought of you like this all week, Empress."
"Bent over the tub, you mean?" You teased him.
He rewarded your sarcasm with a gentle squeeze of your hips, pulling the curve of your ass against his hardening length.
"I need you," he whined, voice desperate as he began grinding against you, his cock twitching in response to the friction. "I need you so bad. You have no idea how torturous it was being without you this long. I had such a long week-"
"Poor boy," you teased.
Kylo whined at your mocking tone, his grip on your waist bruising. "I need you so bad," he whimpered, grinding harder. "I could cum just like this if I had to."
"Ohhh my love," you purred, pushing yourself back against him, rolling your hips in a way that was both physically and visually stimulating. "You really missed me that bad?"
"Yes," he choked, hips stuttering.
"Yes, what?" You prodded firmly, sitting up just a bit so he had to chase your hips.
"Yes Mistress!"
"Then take me." Your voice was a low husk and he didn't waste any time in dropping his pants, taking his aching cock out before you could tease him again.
When he pushed into you, your knees buckled and you found yourself entirely uncomfortable bent over the tub. Kylo picked up on your discomfort quickly and pulled you up so you were sitting in his lap as he bottomed out inside of you.
"Ohhhhh fuck," he groaned, his plush lips ghosting your shoulder. "Fuck you feel so good. You're so fucking wet, were you thinking of me too?"
"I'm always thinking of you."
At your admission, his hips thrust up to meet yours, but with the position you were in it wasn't as stimulating as he needed it to be and he let out a desperate whine.
"Sit back," you cooed, and when he did so you leaned forward so you could easily bounce on his cock. You set a steady pace once the both of you were comfortable, and within seconds Kylo was grunting.
"Fuck fuck fuck. Look at that fucking cunt," he hissed, trying his hardest not to cum too early at the sight of you bouncing on his dick. "You're so fucking good at this, and you look fucking perfect."
"You talk a lot for a man desperate to be fucked," you teased.
"I can't help it," Kylo whined, head tipping back slightly. "You fuck me like this and you look like a goddess, it makes me so fucking horny."
You pushed your hips down harder and felt the swollen tip of his cock hit your sweet spot, sending a wave of numbing pleasure through you. "Kylo you're so hard it feels so fucking good," you whimpered, fucking yourself on him now. You no longer cared about teasing him, you just wanted to cum on his cock.
"That's my girl," he purred. "Use me to cum. I'm yours, I'm all yours. I live to serve you, I want to make you feel so good."
You buckled at his words, dropping to your elbows and bowing your head, focusing all of your strength on rocking back against him. You could feel yourself getting wetter and wetter, it felt so good, but you also knew you wouldn't cum easy without more stimulation.
As your thrusts got more sloppy and your moans became quieter, Kylo knew you needed more. "Turn around princess, I'll rub your clit while you ride me. Know that's what your pretty pussy needs to cum, isn't it?"
You let out a soft chuckle, wiggling your way out from the tangle of legs you two had become. When you turned to him you gasped, seeing the wound he had been concealing from you. From his wide set jaw to his pale throat ran a long, fresh gash, the faded scar on the right side of his face nothing in comparison to how this new wound marred his flesh.
"Oh my gods, sweetheart what happened?" You cooed, gently leaning forward to cup his face in your hands.
The wound had been cleaned and the bleeding had stopped, but he hadn't gone to medbay before coming to see you. He prized you over his own well being.
"Kylo, what happened?" You prompted.
He was silent, his jaw clenched and his body stiff. He didn't want to talk about it, not now, and you knew he needed a change of subject. You didn't ask anything more, you knew he'd explain later. For now, you just crawled into his lap and brushed his wild hair from his face, coaxing a toothy smile from him.
"I really did miss you," he whispered, looking up at you with big, wide brown eyes. "I missed you for more than just sex, I couldn't sleep very well without you."
You pressed a soft kiss to his forehead, your fingers gently massaging his scalp. "I know. I know you missed me for more than just sex. You took a bottle of my perfume with you."
Kylo blushed, leaning forward to hide his face in your neck. "Yeah, I like to smell you on my pillow when I sleep. I hate being away from you."
As he spoke, your hand gently wrapped around the base of his thick cock, making his breath hitch. His plush lips trembled against your skin, a silent plea for more. As you sank down slowly, you pulled a long, pathetic moan from him.
"Tell me how much you missed me," you cooed, clenching around him just to make his hips buck forward.
"Ah fuck-"
It took a moment for him to compose himself, but once he did, his hand slipped between your bodies, his thumb rubbing through your wet folds, making you shiver.
"I missed you so much. I couldn't think straight. I hardly slept, I just wanted you curled up in my arms. And I wanted to kiss you all over, I craved the taste of your lips and your sweet cunt..."
His words mixed with the feel of his thumb rubbing the hood of your clit made you whine, your hips grinding against his, desperate to feel the tip of his cock nudge that sweet spot deep inside of you.
"I wanted to feel your pussy cum on my cock, I wanted to hear your sweet voice moan my name-"
"Kylo!"
"Just like that," he growled, nipping at the tender skin of your neck as he rubbed tight circles against your clit. "Cum on my cock baby, please. I need to feel you cum, I fantasized about it every night while I was gone. Thought about how I sometimes make you squirt if I fuck you good enough."
"You're always good enough," you mumbled breathlessly, grinding harder against him. "Always make me feel good, Ky."
"I just want to be good enough for my Empress. Just want to serve her and please her and make her happy. I want to make make my Mistress cum harder than anyone else ever could."
You could hear by the tone of his voice he was getting possessive now, insecure thoughts undoubtedly running through his mind. It had been a hard week for him, of course he was susceptible to anxiety. You're always quick to ease him, you know just what he needs to feel good again.
"It feels so good baby," you whined, your hips rocking into his at a desperate pace. "No one else could make me feel like this. No one else-"
"Look at me when you cum, Empress, please," he begged.
Your eyes fluttered open, your gaze locked with his. The desperate haze of lust in his eyes brought you closer to the edge, making you lose control of yourself as you chased your orgasm.
"Ky, I'm gonna cum!" Your voice was a pathetic whine, your eyebrows furrowed in concentration. "Make me cum please please please!"
"That's my good girl," he snarled, letting you do most of the work so he wouldn't throw you off the rhythm you had set. "Fuck yourself on my cock, make that pretty pussy cum. I want you to feel so good-"
"So so good!"
"Fucking- if you keep gripping my cock like this I'm going to cum in your cunt, princess. I'm going to fuck my cum deep into you, claim you, make sure no one else can have you."
A loud cry of pleasure tore from your throat, your tight walls pulsating hard around his cock as your orgasm hit you. That was all it took for Kylo to come undone as well, grinding desperately and whimpering as his throbbing cock spilled hot seed into your fertile womb. You felt the strong surge of his force signature as the rest of the world blurred, your head lolling back as you gave into the numbing bliss. Kylo pulled you closer, cradling the back of your head and supporting your weight as he lost himself in the same pleasure.
All that existed in this moment was his heavy breathing and the electric feel of his body against yours. Your nerves were on fire, sensitive to every brush of skin as the two of you came down from your high.
After a lifetime of silence, Kylo finally spoke.
"I love you so much. I would burn all the planets in the galaxy to keep you safe."
You melted into his arms, letting out a soft sigh of approval. You didn't have to say anything, he knew you loved him too, but you didn't want to leave him alone with the doubt that haunted him every waking moment of his life.
A/N: i’m a whore for professor ren. that’s all i’ve gotta say.
PAIRING: professor kylo ren x reader
WARNINGS: teacher x ta relationship. intense teasing. semi-public elements. dirty talk. some degrading language. mutual masturbation.
*NSFW IMAGES BELOW THE CUT*
Late Hours
Professor Kylo Ren was one of the most desired men in the entire university, but he wasn’t so easy to capture. He was dark, mysterious, harsh, and a bit uptight, which made him one of the most difficult professor’s to have.
Try being his TA.
Random messages in the middle of the night with thoughts and things he wanted you to start on.
His outrageous rule about you having to be at every single one of his office hours.
But none of that mattered to you, at least not when you were with him. You could look at Professor Ren all day long and not get sick of his handsomely sculpted face or his large, muscular stature. He was truly one of the most beautiful men you’d ever seen and his difficult personality only made things more fun for you.
You loved a good challenge, and Professor Ren was nothing if not a challenge.
Tonight, he had decided to host a late night office hour session in anticipation of his upcoming final exams, which many students were stressed about. So, you were preparing for a long night with the Professor, stocking up a bag full of snack and even a small pillow. You were also wearing some stockings, little black heels accompanied by a pencil skirt and a nice, crisp white button up.
And did you mention you were also wearing crotchless panties?
A quick lick of adrenaline rushed through your body as you made your way to his office, five minutes early like you always were. He was sitting there, still as a statue, typing away on his computer when you walked in with a small smile.
When he noticed your outfit, his pupils blew wide with lust but he covered it well, quickly looking back down at the screen. You sat down in the big leather chair in the corner, getting your notebook and pencils out when you felt a set of eyes on you. With a smirk, you looked up and caught Professor Ren staring at you.
“Good evening, Professor Ren.” You said, as if you hadn’t just caught him checking you out.
He nodded, turning back to his work. “A good evening it is, Y/N. Are you ready for tonight’s office hours?”
You look him right in the eye, chewing on your lip. “Always.”
His fists clenched around the red pen he was holding and a low growl rumbled through his chest, making you smirk with satisfaction.
He was right where you wanted him.
—
It was eleven o’clock by the time all the students had come through with their various questions, leaving you utterly exhausted as you lounged in the comfy chair. You teasingly spread your legs a little bit and let out an audible sigh, catching his attention.
Suddenly, his fists slammed down onto the wooden desk, making you jump and sit up immediately. He glared over at you, bottom lip twitching as he tried his hardest not to look at your skirt, which had ridden up dramatically when you sat up in the chair.
“I know what you’re doing, Y/N.”
Your eyebrows furrowed. “Sir?”
He growled. “Girls don’t just wear slutty little outfits like that in front of their professor unless they want to get fucked.”
“Maybe I was wearing this because I like the way it looks.”
He chuckled humorlessly. “Perhaps, but I think you have an ulterior motive for wearing such a getup.”
“And what might that be, Professor?”
His eyes started to darken as he spoke, eyes trailing down your figure. “You want to get fucked, Y/N. Fucked by me, specifically.”
You fake-gasp dramatically. “Why would I want you to fuck me, Professor? You’re my boss, essentially, and it’s never a good idea to get involved with superiors.”
He smirked, standing up and walking over until he stood directly in front of you. “That doesn’t mean the idea doesn’t make you hot.”
You chewed your lip as his hand slipped down to rub the hardening bulge growing beneath his pants. “I know you love it, filthy girl. You love the thought of getting fucked by your boss, it makes you so wet and needy.”
Your thighs rubbed together and you held back a whimper as he continued.
“I bet you’re soaking right now, aren’t you little dove? Your pussy’s burning, aching, begging for some kind of relief as you think about all the ways I could take you right here, right now.”
The aching between your thighs was almost unbearable now and the thigh-rubbing was no longer soothing it. You needed more.
Suddenly, he stepped forward, grabbing your chin with his thumb and forefinger, craning your head up until you were looking directly into his eyes.
“Would you like me to touch you, Y/N?”
You nodded, whimpering, “Y-Yes, please.”
He chuckled, sticking his thumb in your mouth and pressing it down against your tongue.
“I bet you would, but you’ll have to earn it. Suck.”
Your cheeks pulled in and you began sucking furiously on his thick thumb, tongue eventually freeing itself to lick at the digit. Professor Ren groaned, watching your eagerness and enthusiasm as you suck his thumb. He pulled it out before beginning to undo his pants, noticing your mouth try to follow his digit away, making him chuckle softly to himself.
Kylo finally reaches in and pulls his thick length out, grunting when it hits the cool stale air of his office. His hand wraps around the base, giving it a firm squeeze before starting to move up and down. Your eyes watched intently as he did so, noticing the way he somehow hardened with each stroke.
“See what dirty sluts like you do to me?” He taunted, rutting his cock to show it off. “They make my cock so fucking hard, I have stroke it right here in my office where anyone could walk in and see me.”
You moaned, hips thrusting forward, desperately needing friction on your stiff clit. He gave it a few more strokes before letting it go, groaning when it bobbed in the air.
“I’m going to get something from the teachers lounge. And while I’m gone, you’re going to lay back on my desk, legs up and spread wide so that I can get a look at your sweet little pussy. Got it?”
Your head nods quickly and he smirks, tucking himself back in his pants before walking out, leaving you to get ready for his return.
When he got back, he was pleased to see you in the exact position he wanted, bringing a smirk to his face. He walked around and put something in the mini-fridge before sitting down in his chair, admiring your swollen pink folds glistening under the fluorescents. His hands and fingers made quick work of his pants, pulling out his length before starting to stroke it once more.
“Did you touch yourself at all while I was gone?”
You shook your head. “N-No.”
He nodded. “That’s a good girl. Now, bring your fingers down and start rubbing your lips for me.”
Your hands trembled as they moved down to start teasing your vaginal lips, immediately making you gasp and writhe around. You could feel the wetness below and the anticipation was killing you, making you cry out with frustration.
“That’s right. Open them up, let Professor Ren see your pretty pink pussy all nice and wet.”
You waisted no time spreading your lips open, whimpering softly as the cool air hits your wetness.
Kylo growls, hand pumping himself faster. “You’re dripping, little dove, gonna make a big mess on my desk.”
Your head falls back and you sigh, hips bucking up ever so slightly as some of your arousal dribbles down onto his desk.
“Would you like to touch your clit, Y/N?”
Your response was immediate. “Y-Yes!”
He smirks, slowing his strokes down a little bit. “Use your manners. Yes, what?”
“Y-Yes...please.”
“Good girl, now you can touch your clit.”
You cry out in relief when your fingertips touch the swollen nub, working smal circles overtop of it as Professor Ren watches closely, hand speeding up on his length.
“Does it feel good to rub yourself, little dove?”
You nod briefly. “It f-feels so good, Professor.”
He chuckles at your eagerness, hand slowing down once again. “I’m sure it does. You’ve done so well and been so patient, I’m very pleased with you.”
“T-T-Thank you, s-sir.”
His hand moves down from his shaft to rub at his balls, forcing his back to arch. “Y-You’re welcome, little one. Can you go ahead and put two fingers in now?”
You nodded again and, without hesitation, sheathed two fingers into your entrance, crying out at the sudden sensation. “Y-Yes, oh fuck!”
Kylo watched with intrigue as your fingers slid in and out of your wet heat, digits quickly getting coated in a soft sheen. His hand returned to his leaking shaft, wrapping around and starting to stroke again, this time using his hips to aid the process.
“Go faster, Y/N.” He growled, hips bucking up into his hand at a rapid rate of speed. “Fuck, you look so good with your fingers stuffed up your cunt like this, lying back on my desk and letting me watch. You’re so fucking desperate, Y/N, I knew you would be.”
Your back arched further and further off the surface of the desk as your climax approached. “Only f-for you, Professor R-Ren.”
He chuckled darkly. “That’s right, my desperate little slut, so eager.”
You whimpered, hips pushing down against your fingers. “All yours sir, only yours. Fuck, I’m so close, p-please let me cum!”
Ren growled, rapidly bucking up into his hand as he felt his own orgasm building quickly. “Yes, go ahead, cum little dove. Show me your sweet juices, show me how much you made for me.”
Suddenly, you shrieked, pulling your fingers out just in time for a small stream of release to shoot out onto the carpet below.
Kylo came immediately after watching you squirt, grunting and growling a string of curses mixed with your name as he released all over the carpet.
“Fuck, fuck Y/N!”
Both of you took a moment to come down from your respective highs before you sat up on shaky arms. He tucked himself back into his pants and stood up, placing his hands on your hips to help you down from the desk.
You quickly gathered your things and walked towards the door before his hand wrapped around your wrist, pulling you back.
His breath tickled your neck as he bent down and spoke in your ear.
“I don’t think I need to express how important it is to keep this little...rendezvous under wraps.”
You nodded. “Of course, Professor.”
He pulled away, still holding onto your wrist, thumb swiping over the thin skin. “I hope to do this again sometime, Y/N.”
Your eyes went wide at the vulnerability and shyness in his tone. You turned to look back at him with a smile.
“Me too, Professor.”
Kylo offered you a small smile in return, cheeks flushing pink.
“I’ll see you in class, Y/N.”
You nodded, walking down the hallway with a little extra pep in your step.
Power, Payback, and Politics | Professor!Kylo Ren AU
Summary: As the top of your class at First Order University, you must learn to balance the challenging world of Power, Payback, and Politics
Tags: Professor!Kylo, Dark Side!Reader, Slow Burn, First Order Politics, Ushar, Kylo wears Glasses, Mentions of Violence, Mentions of the Resistance, Eventual Love Triangle,Eventual Smut
A/N: Hey everyone! Here is a new series I started!! IK IK, I always start series, but I've actually been working on this one for about a month now. I HOPE YOU ALL LOVE IT <3 PLAYLIST
The classroom was quiet, silent as your peers prepared for the lecture. It was rare for lecture halls to be this quiet, typically students would be whispering or texting; but no. The only sound that could be heard was the booming voice of your professor.
“Good Morning everyone” He spoke, his voice resonating through space as he awaited a response. He placed his satchel onto a nearby chair, grabbing his glasses from the bag before turning his gaze back to his students.
“Good morning Professor Ren” Like clockwork, you all replied. It had taken some practice, but your professor expected discipline and was meticulous. Not only did he grade every single detail of your work, but he added extra points for classroom behavior.
He was satisfied, a curt nod his thank you. Kylo was known as the strict professor, the one who graded too harshly and assigned too much work; but he was the teacher that had the most successful students. And that was the most important thing.
At First Order, his students were expected to excel and grow into power, and the first chance at that was his class. Power and Payback 101
The class was extremely hard to get into, only the top 5% of students were able to take the exam, and only the ten highest scores were admitted. Luckily for you, you had been at the top of the list, your perfect score on the entrance exam a reflection of your skills.
You were the best in your class, which also made you a target. It didn’t help that you had a direct lineage to Count Dooku, making the pressure even higher. You would not fail like your great-grandfather, and you would not be thwarted by the Jedi.
“Today, we’ll be focusing on Negotiation tactics”
You could see the excitement on your classmates' faces, eager to learn from the best. From your knowledge, Professor Ren had a very distinct way of negotiating. It often involves killing the opposing planet. In your mind, that was a successful tactic to make enemies and to never achieve anything.
Kylo set up two chairs in the center of the room, the chairs facing one another. While his job as a Professor was supposed to keep him relaxed, it was just another way for him to find recruits. Since the First Order had been getting challenged by the Resistance, they were in desperate need of new officers, and your entire class was on watch.
He was hopeful that by the end of the semester he would be able to bring in at least half of you, creating a new foundation for the First Order’s success.
“First up are Chloe and Rex” Your classmates began to cheer and wish their peers luck, watching as they sat into their seats.
You had learned that Professor Ren always had a method to his demonstrations, and it seemed today would be no different. Based on the ranks, Chloe was at the very bottom and Rex’s position was right above hers. If he was going by placement, then you would be stuck going against Phasma.
Phasma wasn’t even supposed to be in your class. She had already taken it, and was going through a retraining process. But, that made people even more surprised when you scored higher than her on a test she already knew everything about.
“Alright, Chloe, you’re going to represent the First Order. Rex, you’re going to represent an outlying planet.” They both nodded at their assignments, unsure of what Kylo had up his sleeve.
“Chloe your goal is to get Rex to assimilate and join the First Order, and Rex your goal is to get something in return.”
The negotiation wasn’t a hard one. But, Kylo had specifically assigned Chloe as the First Order to make her work for it. The natural instinct of the First Order was to conquer, but that wasn’t the goal. Both her and Rex needed to talk it out and come to a solution.
“Recruits, come down. Everyone pick a side.”
Kylo’s safety net was splitting the recruits up. This way, Chloe and Rex would have to deal with one of the many complexities of negotiation, Civilians.
Civilians always got in the way for him, and often added to the pressure of negotiating. If one person said the wrong thing, the entire plan could be up in flames.
You walked over to Chloe's side, her blonde hair pulled up. You could see the small beads of sweat forming, her nerves getting the best of her.
She had every right to be nervous. Professor Ren liked to rank his students at the end of each lecture, and it was always in your best interest to be in the top five. Nothing bad happened if you weren’t, but you were just looked at as the weakest link.
“Alright Chloe, Rex, You’ve got five minutes to come to an agreement. You can rely on your Civilians if you need to.”
With the wave of his hand, Kylo started the game. If it were him, he would probably prefer to be on Rex’s side. As an outlying planet, they held a strategic location in the Galaxy, like a last line of defense. And if Chloe was smart, she would do everything in her power to get them on her side.
Kylo watched, his glasses now sitting atop his nose. He skimmed through his students, stopping when his eyes landed on you. You. The top of his class, consistently ranking in the first spot for the past three weeks.
You were focused on the negotiation, only observing. While the lesson was supposed to be interactive, it was still a class. And he figured the reason you performed so well was that you stayed focused.
When Kylo first saw you were joining his class he was intrigued. A female heir of Dooku, trying her hardest to fix his reputation. But, you had become well known in the First Order. Kylo’s colleagues praised him day in and day out on your skills, and that you would easily snag a leadership position.
But, Kylo wasn’t easily trusting. He wouldn’t believe your praise until he saw it in the field.
Bang Bang
Your body froze, other students turning their eyes to the door, surprised to hear the hiss of it opening. What the hell? You had never gotten visitors in class, and Professor Ren’s class was the last place anyone should be stopping at. It required a level 8 security clearance to even enter this floor.
You watched with curiosity, searching for a weapon on the chance that this was a threat. You wouldn’t be assigned a saber until you graduated. To you and everyone’s surprise, the face behind the door was Ushar, Professor Ren’s right-hand man.
“Kylo!” He yelled, pulling him into a bear hug. Both men had huge physiques, though Ushar had more mass.
Kylo eagerly pushed off the hug, he couldn’t risk his students seeing the friendly side to him. Ushar had always been a great friend, someone he could fight by, but he was curious to see his presence.
“Ushar. I’m in the middle of a lecture, can this wait?” He questioned, keeping their voices low.
“Unfortunately not, I have a few things to tell you and your students.”
At this, we all forgot about the lecture. Something that Professor Ren would scold us for another time, but we were eager to know Ushar’s information.
With his hands in his pocket, Ushar relayed the information as best as he could, knowing that it would change your life forever.
“The First Order has suffered a huge loss. Two hundred of our fleets have been bombed, leaving us with no leaders. Effective immediately, the top five in your class will become Officers, and join the First Order.”
———
You could’ve sworn you stopped breathing, your lungs restricting airflow. You couldn’t believe it. You would finally get to be an Officer.
From the looks on everyone’s face, you knew that they felt the same. Or at least the top five in your class did.
“Ushar, are you crazy!” Kylo whisper-yelled. His fists were clenched, and he was trying to keep it together. In theory, this was a great idea, sending in freshly trained recruits to fix the First Order, but that wasn’t the case. You were barely done with the first month of training, and there was so much you needed to learn.
“I’m sorry, but that’s the last plan we have left” Ushar spoke, a look of sympathy on his face. Even he knew this wasn’t the best idea. Sending you out so soon, with little training, would potentially obliterate the First Order.
“What about the bottom five?” Chloe asked, nervously wringing her hands.
It was a good question. There was no doubt that the bottom five wouldn’t be fit to lead, but they still had potential. They still managed to pass and get into the class, they were just taking longer to adjust.
Kylo stood across from Ushar, his jaw clenched. He knew the answer, and he knew none of his students would like it.
“The bottom five recruits will have to fight for their spot”
Your jaw dropped, your head snapping to stare at your professor. He couldn’t be serious. There would only be one group of people the bottoms five could fight, and that was the top five.
“Tomorrow, the bottom recruits can challenge any of the top recruits for their spot. The winner of the match gets the job.”
You didn’t need to ask what would happen to the loser, because you knew how the First Order operated. The loser would die, and you had to make sure that wasn’t you.
“So if I beat Y/N..” Rex spoke, clearly outing you, “then I get her rank, and I get her job?” He questioned, the mischievous grin on his features.
“Yes,” Ushar replied, with a look of sadness on his face. He had known you for a long time, and couldn’t stand the idea of losing you. “If you don’t want to fight, you can give up your spot.”
His suggestion was directed towards you, his fear of losing you bubbling to the surface. Kylo could feel it and felt the smallest curiosity at your relationship with him.
But you wouldn’t give up, you would fight for your place. A forfeit meant you would die, and you wouldn’t go out a quitter.
“I’ll see you tomorrow.”
Ushar exited, leaving you and your classmates with the grim reality of your situation.
You couldn’t trust anyone of your classmates. They could each be vying for your spot. You would have to play this smart. Not only to ensure your survival, but to ensure you stayed in power; and the quickest way to get there was with Professor Ren’s help.
content warnings: professor/student,coercion, abuse of power, sadism, slight dubcon
He spoke of Shakespeare, recalling tales of star-crossed lovers, of two households, both alike in dignity, and of civil blood and civil hands. You were enamoured. And how could you not be? He reminded you of a Shakespearean romance hero himself, with gleaming dark eyes and dark curly hair that framed a sculpted face.
Kylo helps you seize the power of the force, tipping the balance in favor of the dark side
cw: force-violence, mentions of death (star wars), inappropriate use of the force
“Breathe, Y/N.”
The command grounded you. You felt it, the block inside of you shattering. Everything inside of you reached out, the invisible hand grabbing hold, finding stability in The Force.
Power filled you as you inhaled, flooding like a wave. Your eyes opened, revealing a world of slick black and red. You hovered above the ground, above your prince.
You harnessed The Force, soaking it up and feeling the power surge through your veins. It became your center, your source of life, and the absolute balance.
There was no longer a wall that kept you from the power, and you were free from the bonds of your mind that held you back. The bonds that had been put into place to keep you from The Force.
The Force was overwhelming. The raw power made your body hum and throb, pulsing deep inside of your soul and pouring out of you.
And there was Kylo, his dark eyes glittering with a savage hunger, a sick satisfaction. He gazed up at you in all of your glory. The prince was awestruck, his prodigé finally reaching full potential.
The two of you had spent months trying to break the block in your mind. Your screams had echoed off of the walls of the Star Destroyer, white-hot pain searing every corner of your mind as Kylo forced himself in, trying to break through.
“You’re still holding on! Let go!”
It had been like you were burning from the inside out. His screams mixed with your own, echoing in your head, through the entire ship, until there was sudden silence. The heat turned to ice when you collapsed on the cold ground, relief washing over you as Kylo let go of your mind.
Kylo tortured you daily, trying to help you connect with your power. It tortured him as much as it did you, and after months he struggled. Whenever you’d collapse, he heaved out apologies. The Supreme Leader would drag you into him, begging you to open your eyes and let him know you were okay. He always feared that one time you wouldn’t survive it, that his forceful efforts would finally kill you. Even with the risk, you begged him to do it anyway. You wanted the power, you needed it.
Now, it had worked.
Your sick, deranged laughter bounced off of the glass, fueled by the euphoric high that spun in your mind. You felt the balance shift, and Kylo felt it too. Everything tipped into darkness, falling.
“You did it.”
“I did it,” you repeated after Kylo.
You slowly sank to the floor, bare feet connecting with cool, black marble. The heartbeat of the universe was under your feet, and you finally stopped tumbling through nothingness.
Kylo felt everything shift, your power pouring into the dark side. This was what you wanted, what you worked for, what you almost died for.
“Supreme Leader.”
“Empress.”
A grin spread across your face, hearing him call you that. The Knights of Ren all dropped to one knee, bowing to you. You were no longer his prodigé, but his equal. With training, it was likely you would surpass even his own ability.
You felt it now, the connection. You and Kylo were one. His heartbeat was yours, thrumming in your chest to the same rhythm.
Your black robes soundlessly brushed the floor as you followed Kylo to the throne room. General Hux stood in your way, as usual.
“Y/N-”
“Empress!” Kylo snapped, correcting him. Ginger eyebrows shot up, and he barked out a laugh of disbelief.
“Come on, you didn’t manage to open up your broken doll!” He snorted.
Less than a millisecond passed before Hux’s body cracked against the other end of the hallway. Your fingers squeezed, choking him from meters away. Kylo made no move to stop you, or save his general from your new abilities.
He choked and struggled against your invisible grip on his throat, sick pleasure twisting in you as you watched the light bleed from his eyes. His fear only fueled you, his terror buzzing like electricity up your spine.
Just before the loss of oxygen was fatal, you dropped him, releasing your hold. Hux wheezed and gasped, fighting for his life in a squirming pile on the floor.
“Disrespect me again, General Hux, and I won’t be so gentle,” you warned, your voice dripping with sadistic amusement. His green eyes were wide, and he looked to Kylo for protection, who only smirked at your warning.
The Knights’ steps echoed after you like thunder, three going to either side of the throne as you took your place beside Kylo, instead of kneeling on the floor beneath him. The First Order was at your fingertips, an army at your command. And soon, the who galaxy.
Everyone felt it, the shift in The Force. The Jedi filled with dread, feeling your power pull the galaxy like a magnet.
“I’m so proud of you,” Kylo’s voice echoed Anakin’s.
“Come with me.”
You obeyed, following Kylo through the dark hallways to his chambers. The door slid shut behind you, securing the two of you in the huge, dark room. Stars glittered outside the wall of glass, planets far-off in the distance. Everything was black and luxurious, all but the red First Order symbol on the back of the door.
Your black robes slipped from your body, discarded with Kylo’s. He was huge in every respect, towering over you and filling the room with his presence. Before, you had felt small, and powerless under him, but it was different now. It didn’t feel the same, not anymore. He dominated you physically, but your mind and power were just as sharp as his.
“Please,” you didn’t need to elaborate. Kylo nodded, and you pushed him down against the black silk sheets. He moved easily, his large hands sliding up your waist and steadying you as you straddled his hips.
“Let me please you,” you whispered, your hot breath stirring Kylo’s dark locks, your lips ghosting his cheekbone. He nodded, and Kylo’s black eyes widened in surprise as his hands were pinned above his head. He tugged at his wrists fruitlessly, unable to move, even when he tried.
“Y/N?” His deep voice tinged with uncertainty.
“Just lay there and take it, Supreme Leader. Give yourself to me, let go,” you breathed.
Your lips lightly brushed against his, and he leaned up to really kiss you. It was needy and desperate, his walls crumbling as he submitted to you. Your praises were soft, soothing his desperation to touch you, to flip you over and pound into you like he was so accustomed to doing.
Your tongue slid along his full lips before gliding against his own, deepening the kiss. You swallowed Kylo’s low whine as your force wrapped around him and began to stroke his cock like an invisible hand. He fought against the restraints, wanting to take control and feel you actually touch him.
Choked whimpers escaped him as your fingers moved, making the pressure tease him. You smiled, brushing his curls away from his forehead. Your nails lightly dragged down his broad chest, leaving faint red lines in their wake.
“What is it, love?” you asked sweetly, tilting your head to the side and leaning forward.
“You’re being a fucking tease,” he snarled.
Kylo thrashed on the bed, but you couldn’t focus any more strength on restraining him. Maybe with more practice, but you were unsure if Kylo would help after your misuse of power.
“Oh, Kylo, what would your knights think of you if they saw you like this? The First Order? Their Supreme Leader weak for me.”
He growled out a threat, cut off sharply with a mewl when your tongue lapped at the head of his cock, making his hips twitch. Your nails dragged over this thighs, moving between his legs to replace The Force with your own touch. Your movements became more focused as you tried to drag him toward an orgasm, finding your efforts quickly successful.
Kylo came in thick ribbons with a yell, his curls fanning out around him as his head fell back, his hips thrusting up into your hand. You sat on his thighs, pinning him down as you continued to tease him, not letting up.
“Y/N! Fuck, don’t!”
“I will fucking tear you apart when you let me go-” he threatened, crying out as you overstimulated him. You had the Supreme Leader whimpering at your little touches.
You were drunk on the power you asserted, seeing him falling apart and begging you to let him go, until his dark eyes were wet and his voice was nothing more than broken whines.
You were about to sink yourself down on him, using him to get yourself off, when your attention faltered for an instant at the touch to your throbbing sex. Kylo seized the opportunity, tearing free of your hold.
A frightened scream escaped you as your body was thrown against the mattress, your wrists trapped in First Order binder handcuffs. Your front was pressed against cool sheets, Kylo not bothering to use his power to restrain you, wanting all of it to go into your torture.
“I hope you enjoyed that, because it was the last time you ever overpower me,” Kylo seethed, biting down into the smooth skin of your shoulder, ripping a yelp from you.
“Kylo, I’m sorry,” you tried to backtrack, but it was too late.
Kylo gripped your grips and jerked you onto your knees, your face still pressed against the mattress. You squealed as he buried himself inside of your slick cunt in one violent thrust. He stretched you out, forcing your body to accommodate him, not bothering to give you time to adjust.
His grip was painfully tight on your hips as he slammed into you, fucking you aggressively. The pent-up rage from the way you’d toyed with him came pouring out in the way he tore you up. Painful pleasure blinded you, your body screaming from the stimulation. The invisible touch was stroking your clit and swirling around your nipples, as well as squeezing your throat, reminding you further who was in charge now.
You writhed beneath Kylo as he used you, going as rough and as hard as he could until you collapsed, limp and weak beneath him. Kylo showed you no mercy, fucking you past three orgasms, until your throat was raw from screaming. Exhaustion got to you before Kylo finished, and you wished you were numb by the time he finally unlocked your wrists and pulled out of your raw sex. You shuddered at every slight brush against your skin, the overstimulation sparking pain through your nerves.
He flipped you onto your back, his massive hand gripping your jaw and making you look him in the eye.
“I am your Supreme Leader, and you submit to me!”
“Yes, Kylo,” your breathed weakly, accepting the kiss you were given as solace.
You approached the throne room on the Finalizer, the ship the First Order was currently inhabiting. You hadn’t stepped foot upon it yet, the last few months of your life searching for Jedi informants in the senate on Coruscant.
You’d been separated from your partner, Kylo, who needed to stay on the Finalizer to oversee the First Order. You’d longed to return to him, but you wouldn’t abandon your duties, especially not when he was the one asking you to do it.
Storm troopers and officers parted like the Red Sea as you walked through the halls, their empress finally returning to her kingdom.
You stepped into the throne room, a red glow pouring over everything. Kylo was raised on a throne, draped over it, dressed in dark robes, surrounded by his knights.
The room went silent as all eyes landed on you, respecting their ruler. He stood from the throne, robes sweeping the floor.
“Out, everyone. Now.” The command echoed through the room, and everyone fled other than you and his knights.
“Kylo!” You ran to him, the stoic facade breaking as you reunited with your lover.
He dragged you into his arms, kissing you like a starved man. Your body had longed for his touch, your soul aching to be close to his.
Kylo’s tongue slid into your mouth as your lips parted, the two of you lost in a heavy kiss. When you finally broke away for air, you rested against his chest, listening to his heartbeat under your cheek.
“Welcome home,” the knights greeted you, nodding respectfully.
You gave them a small smile before looking up, catching Kylo’s adoring gaze. Black locks framed his face, making the young prince appear even more like royalty. His dark eyes danced over your features, closing for only a moment as he pressed another kiss to your lips.
“We can discuss your mission later,” Kylo said, unable to deny himself any longer.
Your elegant black robes were pushed off of your shoulders, your bodysuit tugged off and discarded on the floor with everything else. Kylo was stripped bare too, his scarred body on glorious display. He was gorgeous, perfect to you.
Your hands smoothed over his wide chest, and he sank back onto the throne, settling you in his lap. The knights watched you, their gazes trained on the curves of your body as they bore witness to your ecstasy.
It would’ve been a lie to say that they didn’t wonder what it would be like to fuck you, to have your perfect pussy swallow their cocks the way you did Kylo’s. You were stunning and sensual, a seductress and royalty, a perfect dream dressed in black and red.
“I’ve missed you,” Kylo breathed, his full lips mouthing along your collarbones, kissing a trail over your breasts. Your chest rose and fell, mesmerizing him as he made it his mission to worship every inch of your skin with his mouth.
“I’m here now. You have me,” you promised, coming your fingers through his silky hair as he began to rub his cock through your folds.
You’d managed to forget how huge he was, how small you felt compared to him. You could hardly wait for him to pierce you open, to stretch you out while his most loyal men watched— probably wishing it were them. Kylo would never let them touch you, you were an unreachable fantasy he preferred to tease them with, flexing his power. Though Kylo’s power really rested in the palm of your hand, and the knights knew it.
“Please, Kylo,” you begged, raising your hips, desperate for him to be inside of you. His arm wrapped around your back, guiding you over his thick shaft before slowly lowering you onto him. Your chest pressed to his, fingers pulling hard on his hair as you gasped at the stretch, unused to his size after months apart.
“I’ve got you,” he swore, taking his time to fill you, as much as he wanted to slam into your tight cunt all at once.
Your muscles were snug around him, deliciously soft and familiar. He allowed you a moment to catch your breath once you were fully seated on him, your clit getting some friction against his pelvis. You craved the slight burn, warmth spreading through your limbs, all the way to your fingertips.
You moaned as he rocked your hips forward against his, slowly at first, staying completely inside of you. The pain burned away into pure pleasure, radiating through you in waves.
Kylo’s hands squeezed your hips, rolling forward into you as your moans echoed off the impossibly high ceilings. It was slow and sensual, the reconnection of lovers separated by a galaxy.
You were content with it until the fiery desire practically overtook you, and you pushed Kylo onto his back, sitting up with your hands flat on his chest. You rode him, your hair falling around your face as you gained speed, fucking yourself on the prince, blowing his mind with absolute ecstasy.
Your gaze locked with the knights’, all of them standing in front of you and noticeably aroused by your erotic display, though they remained still and obedient to their leader.
“Kylo!” You shouted, your head dropping back as your thighs trembled on either side of his hips. He grabbed your waist, moving you as your muscles gave out, an orgasm ripping through your body. It burned every nerve, shooting electricity in sharp bursts of lightning, overwhelming you as you screamed.
The sight of you falling apart on Kylo, controlled by carnal pleasure was enough to make him come. Your walls throbbed around him as he orgasmed, painting your insides with his release. You were his masterpiece, ignited and dripping with him like an erotic artwork; witnessing the sight alone was a religious experience.
You laid down on his chest as you caught your breath, his huge hands resting on your rib cage, feeling you inhale and exhale. Kylo kissed the top of your head, breathing in your familiar scent. He had ached for you, plagued with nightmares and anxiety when you weren’t beside him. Having you back almost didn’t feel real yet, and he wanted to hang on to you for as long as possible, preserving this little moment of perfection in a raging war.
He slowly eased out of you, making you whimper at the emptiness, fluttering around nothing. His cum dripped out of you like honey, the sensation making your head spin. He promised a shower to properly clean you, though he wanted to rest with you in his arms just a few minutes longer.
“We have time now,” you promised, kissing his scarred cheek.
*insert Bernie voice* I am once again asking for a Clyde blurb for size kink 😩❤️❤️❤️
1.2k, NSFW (soft dom!Clyde, size kink, car sex, semi-nudity in public)
Late at night, when his shifts drag on into the 2’am hour, you get a real strong desire for your man, your Clyde. Sometimes, if you’re in a desperate enough mood for him, you’ll drive on down to Duck Tape and spring your achin’ need on him, and he’s happy enough to comply. But sometimes, you’re too desperate, and you can barely throw enough clothes on to be decent, so Clyde’s gotta meet you at the car.
You’ve called him to let him know you’re on the way for one of those times, and when you pull up to the front of the parkin’ lot, the place jam packed for bein’ a weekend and all, Clyde’s already waiting for you.
Damn it all, was he big. Six foot three without his boots on, and seemingly just as wide. A proper fuckin’ line backer, your Clyde was, and he’s heading your way. One of the things that was so tantalizin’ about him, was the way he was solid, real solid, all the way through. He didn’t have any curves really, he was thick, a brick wall. It made your mouth water, made your hands tap tap tap on the steerin’ wheel in anxious need.
“Hey there lil’ lady,” Clyde opens the rear passenger side door, cuttin’ right to the chase, “Heard you were in need of a good fuckin’.”
“Clyde please, I missed you too bad.” You whine, eagerly climbing over the center console and landing right in his lap, your legs straddling his strong thighs.
“I’ve got ya darlin’, don’t go apologizin’, I’ve got ya.” With a deep rumbling chuckle in his chest, Clyde tugs his cock out and strokes it with his good hand, mouth already seeking yours as you wriggle and whine impatiently above him. He nips at your bottom lip and orders, “Spread them pretty legs for me real nice and slow, let me see her.”
You’re in nothing but a see-through robe, one of the ones Clyde got you as a joke gift one valentine’s day, the mesh type with feathers around the hem and the cuffs. It does absolutely nothing to conceal any part of your body, but you do as he says, spreading your legs, wanting to be good for him.
“I should be punsihin’ you for showin’ up to the bar naked.” Clyde jerks himself off for a minute or two until his cock is so hard it’s got that delicious curve that you’re anxious to get stuffed up into your cunt.
“I’m not naked! I’ve...” You gesture down to the flimsy and see-through robe, huffin’ out a laugh, “Well I’ve got somethin’ on.”
“Not enough sugar, what if I wanted you to come in for a drink? Say hello t’some friends?” Clyde taps the side of your thigh then, and you rise up up up onto your knees, the leather of the car seat creakin’ under the shifting of your weight.
“You wouldn’t.” You breathe as you start to sink down on his cock, the head of it teasin’ right at your folds.
“No?”
“Nope, you want me all to yourself, ain’t that right?” You moan on the last word, as you let gravity pull you down onto Clyde’s dick, needing to steel yourself from the sheer overwhelming sensation of being so fuckin’ full.
“Fuckin’ hell you’re tight.” He grunts lowly, his hand rubbing circles on your back, eyes shuttin’ tight from it all, “C’mon darlin’ relax for me.”
“I can’t help it you’re -- oh yes! -- you’re so big.” You moan, because he was! He was ten inches of pure fucking power, and all of it was buried down to the hilt inside your body. You can feel the head of his cock knocking against your cervix, and it’s almost painful, but not quite, just so much.
“You like that I’m big?” Clyde eggs you on, an uncharacteristic speech that only tends to come out this late at night, when it’s just the two of you in the whole wide world, “Like how I can fill ya up real good?”
“Yes yes yes, I do, I love it Clyde, fuck I love you.” You’re bouncing on his cock, now that your body has had a minute to adjust, you can’t stop yourself from thrusting down onto it, taking the pleasure that his massive body gives you. You rock and grind your hips against his, your hands clutching and clinging to his shoulder for leverage. He’s so sturdy that he doesn’t barely move even as you bounce and moan wantonly loud.
“Alrigh’ stay quiet for me now, don’t go makin’ me cover that pretty mouth o’yours.” Clyde leans in to kiss at the spot where your neck meets your shoulder, and you have half a mind to tell him to gag you anyway, wanting to be stuffed from both ends, all over.
But then that would mean he doesn’t get to touch your clit and make you cry in pleasure, so you shut your mouth and swallow the louder shouts down into somethin’ less attention-grabbin’. It was a full bar after all.
“Come for me darlin’, get what you came here for.” Clyde is close, you can tell just from the husk of his voice, the way he’s startin’ to thrust up into you erratically, no longer as composed as he was.
“Oh fuck!” You suck in a sharp breath, tryin’ not to be loud in case anyone’s in the parkin’ lot, as the two of you come in tandem, the heat from your bodies steaming up the car.
A minute or so later, Clyde helps you off his lap, and buttons himself back up into his jeans. He gets out of the back seat and reaches onto the floor where you’ve stashed a little towel for this exact purpose, and dutifully cleans you down while you grin up at him through hooded eyelids.
“I came to see you too, y’know. It ain’t just about your cock or nothin’, honest.” You say sincerely, and he blushes deeply, his ego shootin’ through the roof.
“I know.” He kisses you gently, that big bear of yours shy and snuggly underneath his hardened exterior, “But I gotta admit, I like that you like it so much. Ain’t never had a girl go so wild over me.”
“Good thing you married then, huh?” You wink, and he blushes even deeper.
“Yep.” He takes a good look at ya, sighs out a little, “I wish I could bring you in for that damn drink. I don’t want you to go just yet.”
“Well, maybe you could lay out here with me for a while? Ain’t like the bar’ll turn to anarchy if you sit with me for a couple more minutes.” You offer, and he nods, takin’ you up on it, climbing back into the rear seat and settling himself on your chest, listenin’ to your heart beat.
The whole damn thing could go up in flames and he wouldn’t give a shit, if it means he gets to sit here with you, he thinks, and even though he doesn’t say it, you hear it anyway, and hold him extra tight for those few golden minutes before you make the drive back home, knowing he’ll be walkin’ through your door again soon for round two.
Summary: Papa Clyde always protect his pumpkin from nightmares
Warnings/Tags: Dad!Clyde, pure fluff
Disclaimer: English is not my native language. Therefore, if you find any mistakes, do not judge strictly :) And if you know how best to replace a particular word, I will be happy to learn about it to better understand English.
Word Count: 770 words
About four o'clock in the morning, Clyde was awakened by a strange noise from the living room. Slowly opening his eyes, he glanced first at the clock on the nightstand, and then turned his head in your direction. You were sleeping soundly, your hair in a plait was disheveled, and one hand rested on your husband’s waist. The noise was repeated, so he threw back the covers, got out of bed, and left the bedroom. A few lights were dimly lit in the hallway to avoid hitting furniture or falling down the stairs, but Clyde tripped over a stuffed dinosaur toy on the last few steps. Carefully picking up the toy, he went into the living room, where a small girl lay wrapped in a large plush blanket on the sofa. A black Labrador sat next to her, its nose buried in a small cheek, while a tiny hand stroked the dog’s head. Thanks to the light above her head, Clyde quickly noticed the trail of tears on her face.
«Sweetheart, why aren’t you sleeping?»
«I had a nightmare … that I was lost in the woods and … and you and mom weren’t looking for me» panting, she began to cry again, clutching the blanket tightly in her small fist.
«Oh, honey…»
Clyde carefully sat down on the sofa and gently pulled the girl to him, wrapping his left arm around her back while his right hand gently stroked her loose, wavy hair. For a long time, he was afraid to walk in front of his daughter without a prosthesis, so as not to frighten her, but his beloved pumpkin was never afraid of him. For her, Clyde was a real hero, the best and kindest dad in the world, who always reads her the most interesting books, watches cartoons with her and plays the most delicious tea parties.
«Darling, your mother and I love you more than anything in the world, and we will never leave you. Why didn’t you wake us up right away?» He gently wiped the tears from her cheeks, slowly rocking back and forth to comfort her.
«I thought you’d be upset if I woke you up. I went downstairs to get a drink, but while I was moving the chair to get on it, I … I dropped the glass and broke it,» she nuzzled the curve of his neck. « I thought you were going to scold me»
«Pumpkin, it’s not your fault that you had a nightmare and there’s nothing wrong with breaking a glass. You know very well that the main thing for your mother and me is that you are happy and healthy, so you can always come to us with any problem. Ok?» gently stroking her back, Clyde knew that he would never be able to yell at her or hurt her, or he would never forgive himself. For him, his daughter is the most precious thing in the world and he will do everything to make her always happy.
«Okay, daddy»
«Well, then why don’t we quickly remove the glass so no one gets hurt, and then go to bed?» with a slow nod, she carefully climbed down from Clyde’s lap,throwing the blanket back on the sofa. She held out her hand.
«Let’s go»
After 5 minutes, the broken glass was carefully collected and thrown out, Clyde poured a new Cup of water and gave it to his daughter. Taking the mug from her later, he lifted the girl in his arms and called the dog to him. It was dark in the nursery, so Clyde laid her gently on the bed and then turned on the night light. The small figure of a rabbit lit up the room enough to make it easier to sleep alone, but not too bright to prevent sleep. Closing the window so that the cold wind would no longer enter the room, he drew the curtains and returned to the bed.
«All right, get under the covers, hold your favorite stuffed dinosaur tight, and close your eyes. Imagine that we are all walking together at the fair or went to feed the ducks in the pond. Remember that your mother and I love you more than anything in the world, so don’t be afraid of anything,» Clyde adjusted the blanket and kissed her gently on the forehead. « And to make you feel better, Bobby will sleep next to you tonight. I’m sure it will protect you from any nightmares.» He stroked the dog’s head and it lay down on the rug beside the bed.
«Good night, daddy»
«Good night, pumpkin»
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