Kylo loves you right? At least it's what you try to convince yourself of.
word count: 4,731 words
Warning(s) Heavy angst, Smut, Violence, Extra mean Kylo, Kylo's a dick in this one.
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You had convinced yourself that he needed you.
You had convinced yourself that he loved you.
You lay in your cold bed, as you watch him watch you. You pretend to not notice the look of anger on his face.
''You put my troops in danger'' His cold voice breaks the silence. You can't speak your voice raspy from the lack of dehydration. Funny, this is the first thing he tells you when you wake up.
''A thank you would be nice.'' You mutter quietly, you didn't want to anger him further. You don't flinch as he throws a vase against the wall.
''Thank you? I should kill you. You disobeyed my order, I told you to stay here, and now look at what you've done.'' You don't speak, you can't. You don't remember the last time you felt. warm.
''I saved your life Kylo, she would've killed you.'' This time you flinch, his grip on your face bruising. He forces you to look at him.
''Rey, has her own reasons. She's not as foolish as you.'' You fight the tears threatening to escape, you wouldn't give him the satisfaction of seeing you cry.
''You're pathetic, you repulse me, the only thing you're good at is getting in my way.'' You shut your eyes, as Kylo stomps his way out of your shared room.
'shared.'
You were the only one whoever slept here.
It had been years since your marriage to Kylo, granted you had no choice. You never did.
His way of becoming supreme leader, was by murdering, conquering, and marrying into the dark side. Your parents were quick to hand you over, they feared for their lives.
Not yours.
You don't know what love is, you never experienced it. Not from your parents, you didn't have friends, and now you're stuck in a loveless marriage.
You'd agreed to marry him because you wanted to feel something, you wanted to feel loved.
You roll over wincing slightly as you roll on your back, the gash on your abdomen created by Rey. She had tried to hurt Kylo.
Her lightsaber pierced through you, while his words pierced through your heart.
You stare at your ceiling.
This time you do cry.
You cry for yourself.
'Ceilings, plaster. Can't you just make it move faster?'
You don't see much of Kylo after that, it didn't surprise you. The only times you did see him, were times you managed to somehow 'mess' up. Every time he'd come to you, it was to berate you, remind you how pathetic you were, he's never touched you. Not even once.
You'd convince yourself that it was his way of showing he cared.
At least a bit..
You wince slightly as you make your way off the command shuttle.
The overgrown grass grazes your legs as you walk through the field, you knew this place like the palm of your hand.
You had dreams of marrying here as a child. There wasn't much you remembered from your childhood, sometimes you'd create scenarios in your head.
Your eyes flutter shut involuntarily as you feel the cool breeze prick your face. The sharp contrast between the quiet you felt here, and the eerie buzz of machines on the ship soothing.
It was rare for you to receive permission off the ship. Your wound was still fresh, you refused treatment.
You didn't want to risk bumping into him. Especially vulnerable, he would never see that side of you.
After sll you're pretty sure he would never care. Not when she existed.
You were too into your head you failed to notice the figure looming over you.
''I ordered you back on the ship 5 minutes ago. Why are you still here.''
You did not need to look back, you knew that voice all too well. His voice always held conviction, he lacked empathy that you were very much aware.
Even knowing, your heart always manages to sink.
''Dinner will be served at 0:17, you are to join me no excuses.''
You don't nod, it wasn't a suggestion. It was a command, an order.
You sigh, regretting it immediately the sharp pain on your abdomen still present. You carefully rise from your seated position. You slowly follow him back onto the shuttle.
An impending feeling of dread fill the deepest depths of your gut.
Turns out the 'dinner' was 100% a faculty meeting. One you were forced to sit and participate in.
You sit next to Kylo, your hands on your lap as you mindlessly listen to the General. Hux' you're not sure though, you were never properly introduced.
You've shared formalities once, just a nod while passing nothing else.
Dinner was served much after, by that time your appetite was certainly gone.
The food Infront of you was barren and cold, like the occupants in here.
''Eat. Your wound needs the strength to heal.'' The hall is flushed in quite. The hush hung heavy in the air. Your heart beats.
''What?'' You're unsure of weather he was speaking to you or...
You stare into the dark abyss of his helmet. Your reflection clear, you watch yourself nod as you force a mouthful. The food was tasteless, goosebumps rose on your skin.
You felt the eyes of everyone on you. You wanted to shrink.
Kylo only did this to exort control. Power.
He wants others to know you were off limits. Funny, because that was made obvious. The the black band that rested on your finger was proof.
Behind closed doors, you were nothing to him.
To seal the deal Kylo interlocks your hands and rest them on the table. His grip tight.
The meeting stretched longer than you anticipated. Conversations of how to overcome and finally destroy the 'Rebellion.' Kylo's grip tightened at the mention of the Jedi.
You ignore the way your gut lurches, at the mention of her name.
The room suddenly grew impossibly hot.
Your discomfort however was noticed by the general.
''Is everything ok?'' You nod faintly, before rising from your seat. The metal screeching as it scratched the floor. You pull your hand from Kylo.
''I would like to excuse myself, I'm not feeling well.''
''Very well. You're dismissed.''
You don't wait for his approval. You don't look back, as you take slow and tentive steps out of the dining hall.
Once you're out of sight, you bolt . A wave of nausea greeting the pit of your stomach. You ignore the sharp pain shooting across your body as you rush into your room.
You burst into the bathroom before reaching to close the door, it doesn't.
A gloved hand prevents it from shutting.
Your eyes widen as you watch Kylo crowd the space.
''I'm sorry I-''
You words were cut off by a yelp. Your arm is forcefully grabbed as you're forced out of the bathroom.
''Kylo, stop you're hurting me.'' You protest fell on deaf ears as you're dragged out.
You scratch and pull at your arm in his grasp.
Once you manage to pull your arm free, you're frame sharply connects with a wall. The blow excruciating as you cry out.
''You expect me to keep you around? How are you supposed to Rule beside me, when you're constantly embarrassing yourself.'' Your body is fueled with rage at his words.
You couldn't believe this man.
''Then why do you?! It has been made very clear of my disturbance. You do not need to keep me around.'' The room grew deathly quiet.
The hiss of Kylo's helmet, is the only warning you receive before its flung hard against the wall.
''You have no right to speak to me as such. I am your ruler, you obey me.''
You laugh un-amusement dripping from your voice as you stare into his lifeless eyes.
''I'll tell you what you ar-'' The sharp sting causes the air to escape your lungs. Tears well up in your eyes, as you watch his gloved hand curl as he uses the force against you.
''You take pride in being a burden. I should've killed you when I had the chance.''
This time your tears do fall. You shut your eyes as agony fills your body. The pain of your wound no match for the pain of your heart.
''You take pride in being something you're not. I see right through your stupid helmet, your stupid mask.'' You gasp out, you should stop talking but you're so angry.
You're so angry... you're so hurt.
''You fail to see what everyone thinks of you. Rey-''
''You shut your mouth!''
''You give her your hand, and she rejects you. You come back to me. You hate her because she rejected you. So here I am.' You don't kill me because you fucking can't!''
Your words hang heavy in the air.
Kylo's glare deep in your bones, as you struggle to stay coherent. The force finally taking its toll on your body. You almost think you're wrong. And this is his way of proving it to you.
'He's actually killing you.'
The force is ripped off, as you gasp for air.
An expression of pure hatred etched onto his skin as you watch him leave.
'This felt like the start of a movie you've seen before.'
Weeks, and maybe months pass before you ever see Kylo again. The scarring of his words forever etched into your head.
You selfishly, wish your own words stick with him too.
The past few days passed by in a blur. The first order was finally gaining onto the Rebellion. Victory was finally. promised.
The door to your room opens with a woosh.
Kylo stands sickly still. You pretend to be asleep, your heart beats as your eyes squint open.
''I know you're awake. Get up and follow me.'' You watch as he marches back out.
''Keep your mouth shut, don't speak unless addressed, and stay close.'' You nod as you walk closely behind him. You had never been here, the place was eerily quiet, shivers racked your spine as you made your way to stars knows where.
''The mighty Kylo Ren, When I found you, I saw what all masters lived to see. Raw Untamed power, and something truly special... the potential of your blood line.'' You freeze as you here Snoke utter those words.
You feel Kylo also freeze, the steps of the Supreme Leader loud as he makes his way over.
''Within your bloodline, a new Vader will rise, I was mistaken.'' You watch as Kylo lifts his head.
''I've given everything I have to you... To the dark side'' His helmet disorients his voice.
''Take that ridiculous thing off.'' You watch as Kylo hesitates to remove his helmet. A big nasty gash paints the side of Kylo's face, your eyes widen as you take in the wound.
''You have too much of your father's heart in you.''
''I killed him, when the moment came, I didn't hesitate.'' Yiu shut your eyes, as you take in his words. He was capable of killing his own father.
''And look at you the deed spread your spirit to the bone...You were unbalanced bested by a girl who had never held a lightsaber...you failed.''
You watch as your husband gets up and is blasted with snokes force.
''Don't you touch him!'' You feel your heart pound as you stand over Kylo. You hold your head high, as Snoke marches his way towards you.
''Silly girl, you fool.'' Your lips curls in disgust as he gives you a once over.
You flinch as he passes a hand through your hair, he chuckles sinisterly.
''You've managed to get yourself a good one, she will do just fine.'' You stop breathing entirely.
''The seed of the Jedi order lives, as long as it does hope lives in the galaxy. I thought you would be the one to snuff it out. Unless you're no Vader, You're just a child in a mask.''
The elevator ride back to your room was tense.
The tiny space felt crowded. You stood behind Kylo as he vibrated in anger.
Seconds felt like hours.
You watch in horror as he drives his helmet, through the wall repeatedly. Sparks of the destroyed fuses, burning as they caught on your skin. ''Kylo stop! You're hurting yourself.'' You don't know why you try reasoning with him.
His relentless beating to the wall doesn't deter, or slow. You were left with no choice. You roughly pull his head into your grasp, as you pull him into a hug.
Kylo tenses in your hold, and you half expect him to pull you off, and kill you for the stunt. But he stills completely before wrapping his large arms around your body.
You stand holding each other for a while, the feeling entirely new.
This was the first time he ever held you tenderly.
You so badly want this moment to last, you so badly wish time would stop.
The sudden ding of the elevator snaps Kylo out of whatever trance he was in. Soon he's rushing out of the metal encapsule barking out commands, as you stand staring at his destroyed helmet.
This was the Kylo you never knew could exist.
'And I would say all of this. But I don't wanna ruin the moment'
You're much more careful around Kylo, he seems to be in better moods.
He no longer yelled or ordered you around.
You found yourself suspicious. Every encounter behind closed doors was 'decent.'
You stare at the ceiling in your room. You replay and overthink the constant movies playing in your head. You were grateful, to improve on your skills of blocking him. out
He had no means, or way into getting into your head.
Your eyebrow ticks as you sit up. 'He had thanked you for walking alongside him.'
Granted you really had no choice but... still
Your seated beside him again as you partake in another faculty meeting. This time the topic surrounded and revolved around 'destroying' the Jedi.
Your eyebrow ticks once again.
'Is he allowing this to happen?'
You highly doubt it, especially when he almost practically split you in half for even mentioning her.
''We have some matters to discuss after this.'' He had mentioned discussing matters, ever so often.
''From now on, you are to attend any meeting alongside me. You are to stand beside me. Walk beside me, breathe and eat beside me. I will expect no less. Am I clear?''
Your head nods. His beady eyes stare into your soul.
''Use your words.''
''Yes,''
''Good girl''
For the third time today, your eyebrow again ticks.
You really should've taken his words into consideration. You find yourself next to him every second, every minute, of everyday. You walked beside him as soon as you land on the Death Star.
This is where the latest appearance of the 'Resistance' was made.
Your hands grow clammy, you've witnessed what they could do.
You've witnessed what he could do. You've been on the receiving end of his wrath; you can't even bring yourself to imagine what could occur.
The telltale singe of his lightsaber coming to life, sickening...
A gnawing feeling of dread filled the pit of your stomach.
Your eyes frantically look for Kylo. He had disappeared.
The sky began to cry. Rain fell hard as it drenched your entire being.
You dashed holding onto the bottom of your dress.
Your heart pounded. You dashed as fast as you could. Your body taking heavy blows from the ground as you slipped. Your speed never falttered.
The feeling of your heart getting heavy, your motivation.
The scene displayed in front of you; heart wrenching.
You watched as Rey stood over Kylo; her hand outstretched in an offering.
The violent crashes of the waves cold.
You feel your body move before your mind. The sight of Rey picking up his saber flashing.
The burn of the lightsaber, nothing like the burn in your chest.
'You'd fooled yourself.'
Your mind was failing to catch up, your once Chartreuse colored dress. Red from the blood leaving you.
You stare in panic, as she stands over you. Ironic.
She's always won.
She had the one thing you've dreamt of having..
His love.
''This is what you stand for? You stand for madness. Chaos''
You heave.
This is the woman he wanted to rule alongside with.
This is the woman he deemed, fit for your role.
You've saved his life twice now...
Your vision blurred, as rain crashed over you. The red oozed out of you and washed away with the waves.
You stare as she is flung to the side, by an invisible force. Her body colliding with the side of the ship as she lands hard on the ground.
Your limp body dragged onto a lap.
Your energy was draining, it was hard to keep your eyes open.
''Keep them open, stay with me.''
His hair damp from the rain, you want to speak. You want to say how stupid you feel.
You want to tell him how much you hate him.
You want to tell him how much you love him.
'You're kinda cute, but it's Raining harder. My shoes are now full of water, Lovely to be rained on with you'
''I hate how stupid you make me feel.''
Breathing is getting harder, this wasn't like the first time. No.
This time Kylo holds you, forcing you into a hug. He pushes the damp hair laying across your face, before he plants a shaky kiss onto your lips.
You feel your mouth stretch into a smile.
You feel warm.
His dark eyes the last thing you see before you're pulled into an abyss.
'But it's not real, And you don't exist, And I can't recall the last time I was kissed.'
You feel cold. And everything hurts. Your eyes slowly open, you squint as you try to adjust to the florescent lights. You try to sit up, the movement impossible.
''You're awake.''
You turn your head to the side, Kylo sat beside your bed. His large form barely fitting into the sofa chair.
''How long?''
Your voice was dry and raspy. He hushes you before placing a cup to your lips. You drink the liquid graciously. Your nerves tick. 'Why was he here?'
''You never seem to follow simple orders.''
The lack of conviction in his voice surprised you.
''I wasn't going to let you die-''
''And so, you'd rather die?!''
You shut your eyes. You didn't want to do this today. You were way over fighting with him. You had learned how stubborn Kylo was. A silent nod was the only response you gave him. He scoffs.
''You are supposed to rule beside me, not below.''
''I was never meant to rule beside you.''
You were tired. Too tired. Exhaustion filled your voice. There was no need to feign interest, there was no need to feign concern, and there was certainly no need to feign care.
''Kylo, I think we should stop here-''
''Don't you even dare finish that sentence. There is no ending. You are to get better. No excuses. Or so help me stars-''
''Rey, is she okay?''
You don't know why you asked, maybe reassurance. Maybe you just wanted him to rip the band aid off. Who knows. You hold your breath though. You want to be sure, you want to get closure. You want him to be happy, even if it wasn't with you. Even if he destroyed you.
''She should be dead for what she did to you! She hurt you.''
You notice the way his voice softens.
''Let me in...''
Your handshakes as you trace the scar adorning the side of his face. Kylo's eyes clench shut. He grabs your wrist before placing a delicate kiss onto the inside of your palm.
''I can't... I'm scared.''
Kylo doesn't argue he just nods. His cape flutters behind him before he goes to leave.
''I will bring the medic.''
With that the door wooshes shut.
Once again you find yourself staring at the ceiling.
'And it kinda comes out, As I get up to go.'
Days bled into nights since the incident. Kylo loomed over you like a hawk. You were never out of his sight. He was your shadow. You've began to grow used to his overbearing behavior; you find yourself looking forward to seeing him.
His anger was still an issue. Just not for you.
For once his wrath was not directed towards you.
Today was no different. News of the 'Resistance' Successful escape quickly filled the empty halls of the ship.
Chaos ensued.
Bodies plagued the floor, some lay still others out cold.
''Kylo.''
Your voice interrupted whatever was going on in the control room. The thud of the body, being choke by Kylo's force, loud.
Kylo turned at the sound of your voice, his black helmet now decorated with red. Due to your handiwork. You both stand staring at eachother, before you turn and walk out.
You smile at the sound of his pounding feet coming after you.
You walk in silence; you lure him into your shared room. You lean on a wall, arms crossed as you stare at him. You're unsure when this confidence of being within each others prescence formed.
''They can't get away with this... She can't get away with what she did.''
You hum in acknowledgement. You stare into his helmet.
''Take it off''
You hear his intake of breath before the hissing of his mask fills the quiet.
You walk slowly to where he sits on the bed. Your feet come in between his spread legs. You move his hair out of his face, before tracing the scar adorning his face delicately. He shuts his eyes as he releases a sigh. His large arms wrap around your stomach, he rests his head there; you caress his head.
The tension immediately leaving his body.
''Please let me in..''
Your heart thuds in your chest. Vulnerability coats his words. You slowly let the walls down. You cringe as a sharp singing of pressure rushes into your head.
Your thoughts were bare.
Kylo's arms clench around your midsection as he infiltrates your thoughts. Your soothing hand does not stop it's motions.
'Lovely to sit between comfort and chaos.'
I want you to bear my children.
The cough released from your chest loud in the room.
Kylo stares an amused expression taking over his face.
''I'm- I'm sorry?''
''I need to begin forging my bloodline... We need to begin forging our bloodline.''
Your eyes are wide. You'd been taking things slow. The past few months beyond enjoyable. You fell into a silent comfort. You were there, and he was here.
''I, I don't know what to say.''
''Don't say much...whenever you're ready.''
That night you laid wide awake. he laid beside you. You've walked beside him, did everything with him...You haven't shared a kiss after the first one.
Too scared to rush into it.
The sound of rustling sheets grabs your attention as you look to the side.
''You're thinking too loud.''
''Sorry...Were you being serious?''
''Hm''
''You want me to forge your bloodline?''
''No, I want you to forge our bloodline.''
Your heart skipped a beat. You turn to look at him. Kylo was already staring at you. Your eyes were like magnets, connecting every time. Your attraction for one another grew. You could feel it. Feel him.
''If this is about what Snoke-''
''Snoke no longer influences me.''
He had killed him. Set himself free. You nod, unable to use your words. Your thoughts were going haywire. The feeling of his hand caressing your face comforting. He had reclused any form of affection behind walls.
That night he kissed you.
He'd kissed you soft and slow. His mouth relayed everything he couldn't bring himself to say. Your hands grasped onto his shoulder. You looked for grounding.
If this was a dream you did not want to wakeup.
Your once soft kisses quickly became passionate. Your unspoken words a cacophony of something beautiful. Tears welled in your eyes.
'Finally'
His hands cup your face gently, as he breaks the kiss. He plants soft kisses onto your neck, his lips graze over your most sensitive parts.
Your grip on his shoulders, tightening.
You feel him slide, down, down until he's looking up. Your eyes meet as you nod. You gulp at the anxiety rapidly bubbling in your stomach.
Your panties are pulled off from beneath your nightgown, the air of the night Cold.
You arch your back of the bed, as Kylo blows a puff of air.
''So beautiful.''
He wastes no time as he dives in. His nose
bumping into your pearl, sends your eyes rolling back. His sharp tongue once uses to bring you to tears, now brings you to pieces.
The groan he releases cause a moan to escape from between your lips. His pace doesn't change. You find yourself gripping onto his hair, as you buck your hips onto his face. He chuckles the vibrations sending you into overload.
''Please-''
''Patience''
He's hushing you.
Your words slurred, as his thick digit teased your hole. You gasp as he shoves it inside, rocking it back and forth before he introduces a second one. Your groan in ecstasy, as he scissors you.
''Oh stars-''
'Bedsheets, no clothes. Touch me like nobody else does.'
You try to quiet your moans. his hands slap at your thigh. The impact sending tingles to your already sensitive body.
''Let me here how good I make you feel.''
Your body is coated in a light sheen of sweat. He looked so good between your legs. You throw your head back and clench your highs against his face, as his fingers quicken.
His tongue curls just around your clit, and you burst. The wire snapping, as you gush. Kylo never stops, even after you bordered sensitivity his laps never let up.
''Please, I can't-''
''Give me one more baby, give me. one more.''
Your body withered as he forced another orgasm out of you, you laid limp. Kylo crawled over you, you force his mouth onto yours. He moans as you lick yourself off his lips.
You loved the taste of you on his mouth. Your night gown is slipped off of you, as you undress him.
He kneels between your spread legs, his arms holding onto your ankles. Kylo places a delicate kiss on the inner side of your ankle.
''Are you sure?''
You nod your head.
''Use your words-''
''Yes''
''That's my girl'' He chuckles at your desperation.
Your eyes stay connected as he you feel him rub his cock over your lips. Your mouth gapes, as he nudges over your clit. Kylo coats himself in your slick.
Before you moan at the pop of him finally entering. The intrusion, borderline painful. He shushed you as you cried. His thumb going between your bodies, to rub at your clit.
''Tell me to stop and I will.''
You frantically shake your head. You beg him to move, do something to relieve the burning pressure growing between your legs.
Kylo's pace started off slow, he took his time in kissing you allover, marking you. Claiming you.
Your hands tangled into his hair, as he thrusted deeper.
Your lips never sepertaed.
Kylo was painting your sky with stars. Hanging the moon for you.
''Please.''
This time his pace quickens, your moans grow as the headboard of your shared bed slams against the wall.
''Take it.''
''You're doing so good.''
''Fuck, you feel so good.''
Kylo's praises in your ear, bring you to other levels. You find, yourself begging for him. You want him inside and out.
''You're mine...''
''I'm going to put a baby in you.''
''You're going to be nice a round with my baby, you want that?''
You nod frantically words slurring into Yes's.
''You're my queen, you're going to rule beside me forever. Not even death will keep us apart.
Your eyes well up with tears. Kylo wipes at the them, his pace never faltering not even as he makes you come over and over again.
Not even when he paints you full of him.
Not even when he tells you how much he loves you.
Tonight, you don't stare at your ceiling, you finally stare at him..
'And it feels like the end of a movie I've seen before, Before.'
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A small drabble written for @the-tales-of-ren - I hope you enjoy this lovie! Please like and reblog if you enjoyed reading this, your comments keep us writers motivated! Enjoy my loves. xxx
Summary: Kylo is scared to touch reader after her surgery, yet she won't let go of him, begging to feel him close
Warnings: 18+, smut, oral (f), just soft pwp
Pairing: Kylo Ren x fem!reader (1.1k words)
The soft glow of ambient lighting cast a warm and gentle ambience in Kylo and (y/n)'s shared chambers. In the aftermath of her surgery, the room seemed to cocoon them in a haven of tranquillity. The grandeur of dark, obsidian walls was softened by delicate tapestries that hung like echoes of a distant past, and the air was thick with a serene calm.
Kylo found himself entrapped in the fragility of the moment. (Y/n) lay on the dark, expensive bedding, the sterile scent of the medical bay replaced by the subtle fragrance of flowers that Kylo had brought to bring life into the room. Each delicate petal seemed to capture the soft glow of the room, a reflection of Kylo's attempt to infuse a touch of solace into the shadows that lingered.
He was a stranger to the emotions flushing through him, all too used to pushing away the smallest ounces of fear, of worries, but ever since she had been forced to part for him, just for a few hours, he had been held hostage by this deadly mixture of emotions. He watched her, his intense gaze softened by an unfamiliar vulnerability. The stark contrast of his dark attire against the tender atmosphere only emphasized the transformation he underwent in the confines of their shared space.
"How are you feeling, love?” His whispers left (y/n) smiling, reaching her hand out to pull Kylo closer, though miserably failing. Ever since she had returned from the medical bay he had kept his distance, close enough to tend to her every need, yet far away to not hurt her.
“Kylo,” she sighed his name, fingers not daring to let go of his big ones. “Stop acting as if I’m some fragile thing you could hurt. I want you to hold me, please.”
Kylo sat down on the bed, next to her, his gaze never leaving her face. In the silence that enveloped them, he reached out to cup her cheek, the touch surprisingly gentle. His eyes, pools of intensity, softened into a rare display of tenderness.
"I've never allowed myself to care for someone as deeply as I care for you," he admitted his voice a low rumble that resonated with sincerity. "Your well-being will always be my priority, and I don’t ever want to be the reason for your pain."
(Y/n) felt her heart swelling at his words, struggling to sit up, yet determined to do so. He watched her with dark eyes, lips marked by the cuts his teeth had left, a nervous trait he’d never be able to shake. A soft kiss was pressed to his lips, momentarily making Kylo forget his every worry, pulled closer into her trap with just a simple touch.
But the kiss was anything but simple, it oozed with tension so strong, Kylo feared he’d snap any moment, once again claiming the one he hadn’t touched in days. (Y/n)’s moans seemed to tell him everything he needed to know, unable to hold onto his determination, watching it pour down the drain of neverending emotions.
Carefully Kylo pressed her back down onto the mattress, lips kissing their way down to her breasts. His eyes found the scar on her chest, eyebrows furrowed as he momentarily gave into his wandering thoughts, thoughts (y/n) managed to pull him out of with a soft, impatient moan of his name.
“I can’t have you, at least not now. But I’ll take care of you, my pretty pet.” (Y/n)’s chest rose and fell all too quickly, not caring about the slight uncomfortableness her scars made her feel, not fully healed just yet. All she could focus on was the feeling of Kylo pushing the big shirt of his she wore up to her hips, pulling her panties down her legs within seconds.
She barely got any time to breathe, eyes fluttering close the second his warm mouth came in touch with her needy cunt, licking her arousal-covered folds. (Y/n)’s moans reverberated through the bedroom, silently thanking whoever had designed their room for the soundproof walls, allowing them to be as loud as they wanted to.
“Oh, stars, right there.” Her words left Kylo smirking against her folds, sucking on her pulsing bundle of nerves as he pushed two fingers into her tightness, curling them against the spot that always left her gasping. Kylo could only hum against her skin, high on the taste of her, the sweetest taste he’d never forget about, longing for it whenever they parted for more than a few hours. She was his everything, the one he needed with every rise of a new day, the one he’d turn to when the walls began to close in on him. She was his all, his eternity.
Kylo ate her out with a certain kind of pleasure, finding enjoyment in her mewls, her gasps, and her moans, the sounds sending sparks straight down his spine and right to his aching cock. He’d have to take care of his desperation later on, not daring to fuck her while she was still healing, very well knowing that he’d be unable to control himself the second her walls flutter around him.
With his eyes set on her pleasure-drunken features, Kylo watched her creep closer and closer to her release. He was determined, and wanted to see and hear her fall apart, all because of him. His thumb found her pulsing bundle, momentarily pulling his mouth away to inhale a few deep breaths.
“I’m so close, fuck, Ky’, don’t stop, don’t you dare stop.” His fingers fucked her ruthlessly, fast enough to push her close to the brink of passing out, though not wanting to slip from his grasp just yet. Kylo added more speed to his movements, pushing down harder on her clit to give her the last needed push, coaxing a high-pitched moan from her.
His fingers kept fucking her through her high, sending her a sweet smile as (y/n) slowly opened her eyes. Only as he felt her relax did Kylo dare to pull away, moving up her body to press a slow, loving kiss to her warm lips.
“I can’t wait for you to be off bedrest, I don’t know how much longer I can go without stuffing you full with my cock.”
Warning/notes: TRIGGER WARNING! A lot of talk of suicidal thoughts and tendencies, as well as suicide attempts and self-harm. This depicts more of the fanon Ben Solo personality than the canon one of Kylo Ren and strays away from the canon universe quite a bit at some parts so if you’re a hardcore SW stan who don’t like it when details, facts and original/canon things change to be either slightly or very inaccurate, you might want to skip reading this. It’s not proofread so I’m sorry in advance for any possible mistakes, and also if it’s just not very good. I wrote most of this in the middle of the night so I barely even remember what I’ve written. Please leave a comment and/or reblog, and let me know if you want to be tagged for any future Star Wars fics ❤
Wordcount: 20,006
Summary: After finding his way back to the light through Rey, Ben returns to his family and reunites with the only person who really ever understood him, and quickly comes to realize that he’s not the only one who has been fighting a war inside himself. (OR: In which Ben returns only to find that you, his greatest memory, is being kept on suicide watch)
Kylo Ren.
Supreme Leader.
Shadow.
Son of Darkness.
Jedi Killer.
Monster.
The son of Han Solo and Leia Organa had many names, but to you, he was, always had been, and always would be, Ben. Just Ben.
After a particularly hard training session, the reader catches a glimpse of Kylo’s scars. From there, things start to change.
(WARNING: mentions of past abuse and scars)
Your body ached with every movement as your muscle fibers tore to spawn new growth. Through gritted teeth, spun, dodged, and struck out, all the while trying to hide your pain from him. You knew that, the moment you showed weakness, he would use it against you. His keen eyes would weed out which muscle group hurt the most and strike in a fashion that would render you helpless. Much to your own distaste, you couldn’t help but admire that tactical side of him.
“You’re slowing! Faster!” Kylo roared as he raised his saber to strike at you. Quickly, you jumped out of his way, nearly falling in the process. Once you had regained your footing, you charged at your mentor before he had the chance to try again. Your sabers met in the middle, a colorful blaze sparking out from the two blades. You could see the reflection of them in Kylo’s dark eyes and you found that your breathing grew shallow.
“Was that fast enough for you?” You growled, shaking your mind from his gaze. Kylo let out a huff as he pushed forward, causing the lightsabers heat to kiss your skin.
“Submit.”
“N-Never,” you grunted, as you pushed the sabers away from your face. Kylo’s eyes widened at your strength, but he quickly erased his expression before you could read further into it. However, a smug smile rose to your lips. He was proud of you, in awe of you, and now you knew it.
“You will,” he growled, “they always do.” In the moment you sense he was going to push against you once more, you kicked out your leg with as much force as you could muster. Your foot collided with his knee, causing it to buckle. Kylo let out a gasp, dropping his saber to the ground. You swung, holding your lightsaber to his throat before kicking his shoulder to force him completely onto the floor.
You stood above him, breathing heavily with a wild look in your eyes. Kylo swallowed hard, his adam’s apple bobbing in his throat as he did. Sweat beads rolled down his forehead and you felt the sensation on your own skin. Glancing at the clock on the wall you realized you had been sparring for nearly an hour. You deactivated your blade and walked away from him.
Walking over to a bench, you grabbed a bottle of water and took a long swig. You watched as Kylo stood up from his spot on the floor and brushed himself off. He walked over to where you sat yourself and took his own drink to his lips. Soon, your heart rate calmed and you found your breath again. Your muscles still ached, but you knew, with time, it would fade.
“That was clever,” Kylo murmured. You looked up but found that he wasn’t looking at you when he gave you praise. He felt shame for being beaten by his own apprentice.
“I simply know how my enemy fights. Training with the same person everyday will allow you to learn their style of combat like your very own.”
“Are you saying I’m predictable?” You glanced up at Kylo, his stringy black hair matted with perspiration.
“Never, Master,” you drawled, “I’m saying that I know how you fight a majority of the time.” Kylo nodded, his eyes now narrowed on you. Your turned away from him and took another sip of your water.
Silence fell over the two of you as you sat on the bench. As you drank your water, you saw, from the corner of your eye, that Kylo was in the process of removing his training garb. The lighter black fabric was starting to fall to the floor, revealing his large chest. You couldn’t help as your gaze traveled around his torso, noticing the scars that detail his skin. Sensing your eyes on him, Kylo lifted his eyes to meet yours. Heat bloomed against your cheeks when you held his gaze, causing you to look away quickly.
The relationship threads that were woven between you and Kylo were strained. At points you felt that you would die for him, while at others, you would kill him without a second thought. You had always felt that he knew of this attitude towards him and kept a solid distance from you. If Snoke hadn’t ordered him to train you, you felt that Kylo would have killed you instead.
This shaky ground you both rested on rarely gave you time to ogle at him. You knew that he was strong and built. You could see it in the way he moved in training; like a tiger, muscles always tensed, ready to pounce. Kylo was deadly and that was something you couldn’t help but admire. Even though you hated yourself for doing so.
“Your thoughts are loud, Y/N,” Kylo said bluntly, “focus your mind.”
“Sorry, Master.” Your tone was short, cold, something he had grown accustomed to; but a hint of warmth lingered within your words that he did not miss.
“While our generals and lieutenants wear their badges of decoration, our are inflicted. It is something you should get used to seeing.” Your gaze lifted and you met his eyes with a knowing, but shaky, confidence.
“Where did you get that one?” You gestured to the one on his side. It looked like a blast of some sort, but the expression that Kylo wore when he looked at it showed a more intense pain.
“The destruction of StarKiller,” he said quickly. “The same day I got this,” he parted his hair to show the line of medical tape across his face. “It will heal in time.”
You stood up, your eyes still lingering on his patchwork of scars. Swallowing, you rolled up your sleeves and exposed a jagged line on your forearm.
“The whip of a slaveholder,” you whispered, “so I’m used to scars.” You turned and started to pick up your things, holstering your lightsaber in your belt. As you started to walk away, you felt a warm hand grab your wrist. Kylo pulled you back towards him and you felt your heart racing inside your chest. Your eyes scanned his body, looking for any sign of possible attack; but he was relaxed. Almost completely.
“This is the cruelty that The First Order will eradicate from the galaxy. All will bow to us, no longer will threats affect us.” As he spoke, Kylo traced his index and pointer finger along your scar. You cringed at the touch, memories resurfacing that you had forced down long ago.
As Kylo immersed himself in your past life, you took his distracted to look at the other wounds that covered his body. A pock mark on his back, a line that traced over his side. There were countless marks on his skin; and part of you wanted to see them all.
“What was this one?” You leaned forward and traced your own fingertips along a scar on his bicep. He turned his attention away from your arm and looked to where you touched his warm skin.
“That was your first training session. Do you not remember?” His voice was smooth and low as he recalled the scene to your mind. You were angry, full of untapped potential and energy. You hated everyone and everything, especially authority and that was all Kylo Ren was to you at the time. Authority to hate.
“Yes,” you murmured, recalling the moment where you had pulled a scavenged knife from your belt when he had disarmed you of your saber. The guards that recruited you didn’t think to check for contraband, at least they didn’t think to look harder.
A moment passed with pure silence dripping around you and Kylo. His eyes met yours and you felt your heart calm as you looked into his dark brown irises. You felt his hand move from your scar up to your shoulder, then your neck up to cup your chin. His thumb skirted the edge of your jaw and, some part of you, felt whole.
“One day we won’t have to trade scars anymore,” he whispered, “I promise.” His voice faltered slightly as he spoke, showing that his closeness made him uneasy. You nodded at his words either way, leaning forward to ghost your lips over his. Caught up in the moment, Kylo met you with force, melding his lips to yours with fervor.
The rest of the training room seemed to melt away, leaving only the two of you. Strength wove you and Kylo together in the silence of the room. Never before had you imagined this would be happening to you. Kylo didn’t either; and that was magical.
My idea is that the reader is about to have surgery and the night before, she’s a nervous wreck about it up to the point where she’s not getting the sleep she needs. Kylo helps to comfort her to the best of his abilities. (Feel free to add a smut scene if you want to or to ignore this request if it’s something you can’t write for. I hope this is okay, if not, no pressure!) 💜💜💜💜
this was in my drafts forever so I’ll just post it as a short unfinished blurb (since I haven’t posted in forever)
a starless night sky blanketed the neighborhood in darkness, offering little comfort to the anxiety prickling up your spine.
the bedside lamp clicked on behind you, Kylo stirred out of sleep by the cold of the empty bed. the tired man rubbed his eyes, blearily searching for you in the night.
“I’m here,” you murmured from your spot in the windowsill across the room.
“why are you awake?” he questioned, sitting up in bed, running a large hand through his messy, dark hair.
“can’t sleep,” you confessed, hugging your knees to your chest, embarrassed by your stress.
you turned to look out the window, not wanting him to see the anxiety that was knitted across your face. the bed creaked as he stood, making his way to your side. kylo knelt down by the window seat, laying a large hand on your thigh, expressing his love through physical touch.
“you need to rest.”
“hey, look at me,” kylo pressed when you didn’t answer, tenderly guiding your jaw, turning your face toward his.
“I’m just… anxious. I know it’s a routine surgery, but what if I’m the one percent—”
“slow down. it’s okay to be anxious, but you’ll be completely fine. I’d never let anything happen to you,” he promised, as if he were the surgeon.
“kylo," you whined, indicating that it didn’t make you feel better.
“listen to me. I’ll be there the whole time, you’re going to be safe,” his tone was serious, raspy with sleep.
“I know,” you finally conceded, allowing yourself to melt into his warm embrace, standing in the dimly lit bedroom.
despite your words, kylo could feel the tension in your body, noting the way your hands were still busy with chipping your nail polish.
“let me help you relax,” he offered softly, his lips brushing the shell of your ear before pressing a kiss to the side of your head.
you weren’t convinced you could relax — even with his help, but you trusted him to relieve you of the painful stress that kept you up.
“that’s my girl,” kylo preened when you nodded, letting him walk you back to bed.
you laid back against a mountain of pillows, angelic in the lamplight, wearing only a pair of panties and one of kylo’s old tees from college. he admired you for a moment, gently rubbing your leg.
“don’t worry, I’ll get you nice and sleepy,” he promised, a playful glimmer in his eyes as kylo leaned down to kiss your lips.
he squeezed your hip, his hand under the soft shirt as he kissed you, the tenderness almost immediately melting away the stress. kylo’s fingertips ghosted over your lower belly, tracing the outline of your panties, slowly dipping into them as he continued the heavy kissing. your lips parted with a soft moan that was swallowed up, aroused from him circling your clit.
“Hello, can I request a fic where Kylo and the reader have an argument before she heads out on a mission. Some time into the mission word comes back to Kylo that the reader has been seriously hurt. Thank you for taking the time to consider it. Your writing is awesome x”
Warnings: some angst and fluff.
A/N: thanks for the request anon! I hope you enjoyed it!
You stormed out of your shared quarters, away from Kylo as you allowed your anger to burn inside of you.
Kylo didn’t come after you and you didn’t want him to as the argument you had had was still fresh in your mind. Sometimes that man could be so insufferable and irritating and you were more than relieved that you had a mission scheduled so you could get away from him.
That was where you were headed now, to the hangar bay to board your ship and take off towards where you were supposed to go. It was a simple mission, but enough to take your mind off of Kylo.
You reached the hangar and tried to mask your anger from your subordinates as you boarded your ship. You gave out commands to your crew and soon enough your ship took off, jumping into hyperspace.
Meanwhile on the finalizer, Kylo Had left your shared quarters a while after you in the same fit of anger and rage that you had. He was just as frustrated with you as you were with him.
As he stalked down the hallway at his usually quick speed, he glared down stormtroopers and officers that passed him, them in turn staying clear of him. He wanted to destroy something or hurt someone, and he was trying incredibly hard not to. The only way he could think to distract himself from your argument was to bury himself in work, so that’s what he decided to do.
You stood off to the side, overlooking the stormtroopers that were doing your bidding. You were on some dingy insignificant planet near the outer rim, collecting vital information for the First Order from one of its various sources.
The planet was hot and humid and you wanted nothing more than to wrap this up and head back… even though you weren’t exactly thrilled to get back.
You tapped away on your datapad, not paying any mind to what was happening around you, other than what you needed to. Suddenly, a round of shots went off and you lifted your head up, looking around.
Stormtroopers moved around frantically with their blasters raised and someone tried to usher you back into the ship, however you couldn’t move. You were lost in the scene before you. Then suddenly, you felt a sting in your shoulder that gradually got more painful and painful the more you registered it.
Two stormtroopers grabbed onto you and forced you into the ship. You hissed out in pain and looked down at your shoulder. Clenching your teeth, you allowed yourself to be dragged back into the ship.
Kylo had been in the middle of overseeing projects and ordering officers around when an unimportant officer hesitantly strided up to him with fear in his eyes. Kylo barely glanced at him, more annoyed that he was being bothered while he was trying to get things done.
“Supreme Leader.” The officer croaked, “We just got word that General Y/L/N has been injured and is currently being taken to the medcenter.”
Kylo whipped around to face the fearful officer and the officer flinched. Kylo then rushed passed him, barely giving him a second thought as he immediately dropped everything to get to you.
Kylo practically ran down towards the medcenter, the argument that the two of you had had forgotten and replaced with worry.
When he finally got there it didn’t take him long to find you. You were sitting on a bed while a med droid stitched up the wound in your shoulder. It hadn’t been a bad wound, but you would have a scar to show for it.
“Y/N!” Kylo rushed over to you and you lifted your head up to look at him. He dropped to his knees in front of you and placed his hands on your knees. He looked you over and noticed the stitching on your shoulder.
“I’m okay!” You quickly assured him, offering him a small smile. Your petty argument was long forgotten and you were just happy to see him again.
“I shouldn’t have-“
“Kylo.” You cut him off and cupped the side of his jaw with your hand on your good arm. “Please don’t start.”
Kylo stood up, towering over you. He placed both hands on either side of you on the bed and leaned down to your level. “I’m sorry.” He spoke and kissed your forehead.
You wrapped your arm around his neck and pulled him closer to you. “I’m sorry too.” You whispered and leaned in the short distance to kiss him. Kylo kissed you back then rested his forehead against yours. “Your shoulder?”
“Will be fine.” You smiled. “There will be a scar though…” you trailed off as you leaned back to look at the scar on his face. You trailed your fingers over it then leaned forward to place a gentle kiss on it. “Just like yours.”
“Matching scars?” Kylo smirked.
You rolled your eyes and kissed him again. “Shut up.” You smiled. Kylo obeyed and kissed your cheek.
Pairing: Ben Solo x Reader
Word Count: 878
Genre: Angst
Synopsis: You find Ben the night he destroys the Jedi Temple and he wants you to come with him
Warnings: Death mention
The powerful roar of bursting flames filled your ears.
Everything was gone.
Your home. Your friends. Your hopes for a better future. All of it was being swallowed by an orange sea.
Tears fell from your face as you felt your friends’ souls becoming one with the Force one by one. You could see one of your close friends in the distance, her current state too horrible to reiterate. What happened here? An attack? You could not sense any strangers nearby. There was only pain, suffering, and darkness in the air all around, and it suffocated you.
Fear struck your heart when you saw a figure in the corner of your eye. You angrily took out the lightsaber hiding in your cloak and were ready to turn it on, until you realized who it was. It was him and he was desperately looking for you. His dark hair was dampened with sweat, clinging to his pale face.
You quickly put the lightsaber away and sighed in relief. You found yourself calling out to him. “Ben!”
Hi, can I make a request for Kylo Ren? The reader knew him before he left for the dark side and she joins the resistance. When she becomes a spy, she ends up in a relationship with Kylo. When he finds out what she was, an argument breaks loose between them and without meaning to, he uses the force on her, throwing her against the wall. After that, she develops a fear of him and leaves base. When he finds her, he finds her on Luke’s island and hears her talking to Luke’s force ghost and hears her
Hi, can I make a request for Kylo Ren? The reader knew him before he left for the dark side and she joins the resistance. When she becomes a spy, she ends up in a relationship with Kylo. When he finds out what she was, an argument breaks loose between them and without meaning to, he uses the force on her, throwing her against the wall. After that, she develops a fear of him and leaves base. When he finds her, he finds her on Luke’s island and hears her talking to Luke’s force ghost and hears her say that she was never going to leave the island. With Luke’s help, she agrees to go back with Kylo and when she does, he returns with her back to the resistance, leaving the dark side.
Of Course!!❤️
A Friendship That Last’s Forever- Kylo Ren
Warning: Angst, fighting, someone being slammed into a wall, fluff:)
You and Ben, or Kylo as some now knew him, since before he turned to the dark side. You guys used to be friends. You guys would play pranks on all the other padawans. Luke used to yell at you two, but you guys never listened.
You were quite upset and sad when he turned to the dark side. You guys were close. You even had a crush on him, so it hurt that he left you like that.
You upped ante by joining the resistance, ran by his own mother. She made you a spy for the resistance. Your first task was to infiltrate the first order and find out as much as you could. When you got there, you were able to find out a little bit of information before you ran into someone you never thought you would see again.
“Ben?” He tensed up when you said the name. “It’s Kylo.” You nodded and looked down at the ground. “I see you’re doing well.” He rolled his eyes and you swore you saw a small smile. “What are you doing here? I’ve never seen you here before?” You thought about a lie for a minute. “I’m here to help you, friend. Plus I thought it was long overdue for a visit.” He looked at you skeptically but you managed to make him believe you so he didn’t feel the need to read your mind. You walked with him and you guys talked about first order things and caught up on what you were doing. Soon, your friendship blossomed into a relationship. Everyone knew that if they messed with you, they would mess with Kylo.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~A while Later~~~~~~~~~~~~~
One day, you were going through your stuff in Kylo’s room, looking for your notes. You seemed to misplace them. You started looking near the bed. From behind you, you heard someone clear their throat. You turned around to see Kylo holding your notebook and he didn’t look happy. You gave him a smile and tried to grab it from him but he hid it behind his back.
“What’s the meaning of the stuff in this notebook? It’s stuff about the first order. Why do you need this?” You tried to lie but you knew it wouldn’t work, so you sighed and rubbed your forehead. “I lied. I’m not from the first order. I’m a spy for the resistance.” You looked up at him and you could tell he was fuming. “So, you came here and faked this relationship just to get notes?!” You looked at him, shocked. “No! Why would I fake a relationship?” He rolled his eyes. “To believe I actually let you in here. I can’t believe you work for the resistance!” He screamed. You rolled your eyes. “Are you kidding me? Before this whole dark side bullshit, you were training to be a Jedi!” He scoffed. “Did you actually think that’s what i wanted to do? How dumb are you?” You scoffed. “I’m not dumb. I managed to go a full 4 months without you knowing that i was a spy for the resistance. Let me ask you, what happened to the ben I knew? The Ben I fell in love with?” His eyes darkened. “That’s not my name. My name is Kylo.” You narrowed your eyes. “Your name is Ben. Ben solo. Ben!” He turned around and screamed at you. “THAT’S NOT MY NAME.” Unknowningly, he used the force and threw you against the wall. You picked yourself up and looked at him with anger, hurt and fear. Before he would say anything or do anything more to you, you ran. You ran so fast to your private quarters and grabbed all your important items. You then fled to a ship, started it and flew away.
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Kylo had been searching for you everywhere. He looked at all your favorite spots you mentioned in your notes, all the places he could remember going with you. He felt so guilty for reacting like that and he realized just how much he needed you.
He reread your notes and saw a spot he must of skimmed over. You talked about Luke and seeing his force ghost and having long discussions. He decided that’s where you had to be. So, he took a ship and flew there.
When he got there, he was surprised to see your ship. He walked further up the island and saw you, sitting near the water, talking to Luke’s force ghost. He decided to get closer and try to listen to what you were saying.
“I just don’t know. I love Ben with my whole heart, but when he does things like that, I just feel like I can’t trust him. I don’t ever want to leave here.” Luke looked at her and turned her head over to him. “Ben is still in him. You can bring out the old Ben. You can’t give up. You have to bring him back. You have to go back to him.” You looked at him. “But what if he does it again? What if I can’t?” He smiled. “You say a lot of what if’s. Take your doubt and replace it with confidence. I know you. You can and you will be able to bring Ben back.” You smiled at him. You then got up and turned around to see Kylo. Your eyes went wide for a minute and he swear he saw you flinch. “What are you doing here?” You asked. He gave you a small smile. “I was looking for you.” You smiled and walked over to him. “I know it’s hard but we need the old Ben back. I need the old Ben back.” He smiled at you. “I’ll try, for you.” You smiled at him and you guys kissed.
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When you finally returned to the resistance, leia was waiting for you and when she saw what you brought back she was shocked. “Sorry, it’s not what you expected but we kinda have a friendship thing going on.” She smiled and hugged you, kissing you on the head then gave Ben a hug. You grabbed his hand. “Welcome home, Solo.” He smiled and grabbed your waist, kissing your head.
Summary: They say over time relationships lose that spark of love. You never would’ve thought that your relationship would’ve been one of those.
Warnings: Angst, Fluff
Pairings: Modern!Kylo Ren x Reader
AN: This is my first Kylo Ren one shot and I’m still relatively new to the Star wars fandom so please be gentle!
@evanfan96 requested: Can I request for Kylo Ren? The reader is dating him and later on, she noticed that he’s been distant. She tries to talk to him about it and it leads them into a big argument because he got mad that she brought it up to him. The reader says, “I’m just worried about you and because I love you so much, I just wanted to make sure you’re okay.” He than tells her that she’s too clingy and and annoying, and she does nothing but smothered him. He walks away from her after that. Later that night, the guilt sinks in so he calls off work early. He finds her asleep on the couch and when he got closer, he noticed that her nose was bleeding. He shakes her awake and helps take care of her while apologizing about earlier.
Ahh so apparently I accidently deleted your ask or I’m reading past it one, but I am so sorry this is late!
Request: Can you write a Kylo x Jedi!Reader where they are having a fight because she's insisting on calling him Ben? By @clumsycopy
Words: 882 lol
A/n: Hello there! I really hope you like it 😍😘 This turned fluffier that I thought , anyways please enjoy 💖♥️ (gif not mine I found it on Google lol)
Slowly your eyes fluttered open, a light smile forming over your lips as you felt his strong arm wrapped around your waist, your body yearning for a little bit more of his warmth. Carefully you turned around, hoping not to wake him up until you could face him.
A couple of strains of hair laying over his face. You took a moment to admire his softened and relaxed features. He seemed so peaceful, and different from what he usually was. A delicate smile curving at the end of his lips while he peacefully slept.
You wondered what would he be dreaming about that made him so calm and without thinking you searched inside his mind. You smiled at yourself to what you found. You saw a little boy with black hair chasing some beautiful crystal blue butterflies, and a voice calling his name.
Kylo woke up at the feeling of you traveling inside his head. He kept his eyes shut and pulled you closer into his chest.
"Morning, (y/n)" you heard his sleepy voice said followed by a little chuckle.
"Good morning, Ben" you said making him open his eyes in surprise which only made you laugh a little. But he seemed upset.
"How do you know that name?" he asked rubbing his eyes.
You thought for a second what to say without sounding insane. Kylo shifted a little bit on the bed, leaning on his elbow and looking at you now all flushed.
"I might have looked in your head while you were sleeping"
"Why?" by the tone of his voice you could tell he was getting angry. "(Y/n) why did you do it?"
"Because you seemed so peaceful and happy and I wanted to know why!" you told him. "Sorry"
"Hey, it's fine" he said more calmed this time "come here" he said pulling you into a hug.
"So… Ben Solo?" you teased after a moment. He let out a deep sigh and proceed to sit in the edge of the bed.
You chuckled and made your way to the grumpy Supreme leader at the end of the bed. Wrapping your arms around his torso you rested your chin in his shoulder.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to upset you, babe" you said.
"I know" he simply said
"Is it true? Your real name isn't Kylo?" you softly asked and he shaked his head in response. " Can I tell you something funny?" he looked at you with curious eyes "I kind of get why you change it"
"You do?" he asked
"Yep" you continued to explain " just imagine a whole bunch of people running all scared screaming "oh no there he comes Ben aaaa" you know it doesn't rules" you said earning a little laugh from Kylo.
"You are the worst" he told you before planting a soft kiss in your cheek .
"Anybody else knows your name, Ben?" he rolled his eyes getting up of the bed.
"I ain't going to tell you"
"And it's Benjamin or just Ben?" you teased again.
"Stop it" he said unconcerned while he searched for his t-shirt somewhere on the floor.
"I just want to know" you said but he seemed distracted. "Ben" you tried to get his attention again "Ben… Ben!"
"Stop calling me that!!" he shouted making you jump in fear.
"I'm just messing with you"
"I'm being serious here, (y/n), stop it!" he was getting angrier, you could see it.
"Whatever you say… Ben" you said in a mocking tone.
"Call me that one more time and I swear I'll kill you!" Kylo stopped for a second, realizing what he just said, looking down at your frighten figure. "shit, I'm sorry. didn't mean it, just….you wouldn't understand"
"No, I get it, Kylo" you said getting out of the bed as well "you can fool yourself all you want … but it's your name you like it or not and no matter how many times you try to change it, you will always be Ben Solo"
He looked at you, you were right. It had always bother him when someone called him by his real name, but there was something in the way you say it, it felt natural and for a moment he did like it when you called him Ben even if you just didn't it to make fun of it.
"You are right, I'm sorry I yelled at you". He said grabbing your hands on his. "I'm just not used to it, can you please forgive me?"
"Yeah, I am sorry too"
He cupped your face between his hands and drew you closer until his lips were on yours, pulling you into a tender kiss.
"So… can I call you Ben?" you asked grinning when you parted. He shocked his head chuckling at you.
"Stars! You're so annoying" he said making you both laugh.
"Yeah, it's my best talent" you joked "anyways... Ben?" you looked at him with pleading eyes. He signed deeply, he couldn't say no to you.
"Yes, fine" he finally said defeated and you hug him in gratitude "but not in front of people, I have a reputation to hold"
Imagine: Getting lost and being left behind during a failed mission, Kylo comes back to find you after being informed you’ve been left and is mostly dead by now or at least injured and being stuck in the middle of nowhere.
Imagine: Kylo Ren watching you as you sleep and not realizing it until you wake up one night to see him standing a few feet away at the foot of your bed
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