Iâm begging you, itâs âI heard tell.â I donât care how it sounds coming out of JoCâs beautiful mouth, âI heard âtaleââ is absolutely not a thing down here in the Deep South.
thinking about an unexpectedly warm morning for kylo and lb. sheâs resting her head on kyloâs lap on a porch bench. Theyâre just lookin out into good ole canadian nature. Maybe one or both are reading. His thumb is brushing small strokes on her hair. Her eyes drift off into sleep a couple times. Itâs quiet and precious. (Iâm sorry Iâm soft today)
You're allowed to be soft. This is so precious and lovely.
Little Bird is my favorite story and I donât even write in the Star Wars or Handmaidâs Tale fandom! Iâve read it a few times and each time I have found something I missed during a previous read. Itâs simply extraordinary. Your depiction of Kylo Ren in this is my favorite. Chapter 17/ What a Revolutionary Does may be my favorite chapter and I have to ask: what model of Audi does Commander Ren drive in 1984? Much love to you and thank you for sharing your gift with us readers!
You're so sweet. Sorry if I took like 10 months to answer this but I was Experiencing Things. I think I settled on him driving a 1984 Audi 4000 Quattro 5-speed sedan TwT <3
Summary: You can't take another moment working in the same medbay as your ex-boyfriend. Especially after the things he said to you. So you cut out of your shift early and head to the escape pods. Almost free.
Almost free--until you slam face-first into a solid wall of smoke and iron.
Words: 5700
Warnings: verbal humiliation, just kassanovalla shit
Characters: Kylo Ren x Reader
A/N: *taps mic again* Is this thing still on?
Written as a gift for one of my loveliest friends and my favorite fellow Scorpio, @nurseofren.
I love you, honey. I hope you enjoyed this.
Thank you very very much to @bastillia, my angel and love, for reading this over.
I WROTE SOMETHING FOR THE FIRST TIME IN A YEAR HOLY SHIT... hope the rest of you enjoyed, too, if you made it here! I've received all of your very very kind comments over the past few months. It's been hard to have the energy to respond, but please know I've appreciated all of the support & engagement. Old asks may be responded to at some point, but I may just let them go because they give me angst and anxiety. I'm sorry.
Love y'all very much.
Seven minutes. Seven minutes until someone would notice you were gone.
Honestly, you didnât know why youâd even bothered to scan out of the medbay, since it wasnât like youâd be petitioning the First Order for your final paycheck. Habit, you supposed. Or maybe to send a message. Something like, donât come looking for me. Then again, youâd only given yourself those seven minutes until the grace period timed-out and the system would clock your unsanctioned scan. Maybe the message was look for me, please.
Your feet moved through the shining black halls, guiding you like a rolling track. Every officer you passed received a bowed head and a tight smile, heat tickling your neck and cheeks. This didnât look suspicious. You were just walking. Plenty of people walked all kinds of places on the Steadfast . Plenty of people walked all the way across the ship to reach the clutch of escape pods furthest from their assigned station. All the time.
âExcuse me, doctor?â
You stopped, heels squeaking. Dammit. You werenât a doctor, but you were the director of the medbay during the night cycle, so the confusion was common. Smile stitched to your lips, you turned, forcing words through your teeth.
âIâm sorry,â you said, âis there an emergency? Iâm in the middle of something.â
The soldier addressing you had removed her helmet, and was waddling toward you, head craned back to expose something on her neck. It was dark, like a bite or a bruise. Unwittingly, a memory flashed through your mind of the last time youâd had something like that on your throat. Youâd been trying very hard to ignore the barren blankness of your skin. The reminders of your insufficiency.
Had it really been less than 72 hours since heâd dumped you? The lack of sleep and strain in your chest had made every second of it stretch out for days. You couldnât stop thinking of how heâd saidâ
âDoctor?â
Blinking, you snapped to attention. Youâd been staring dumbly into this womanâs bruise.
âIs it dangerous?â she asked. âDo I need to go to the medbay?â
You didnât want to answer. Youâd been routinely failing at your job over the past few cycles. And why this Stormtrooper was showing off her hickey to you like a proud teenager was a mystery to you, anyway. Until you looked closer. Sheâd had some sort of first aid hypo or med needle straight to her carotid. The injection site was blazed with busted capillaries. Gnarly, but not deadly.
âNo.â You cleared your throat. âYouâre fine. Just let it heal.â A quick glance of her dirtied armor informed you she was just getting in from a mission. âAre there a lot of you? Returning?â
The âtrooper offered you a lopsided smile. âWeird way to ask if the mission was successful. But yes, this time it was.â She shrugged. âHelps if you have a berserker with a laser sword, of course.â
Your heart sank into your stomach. The Supreme Leader had returned? You had to get going, fast. âRight. Well, congrats and all of that. Donât worry too much about the hypo-hole.â That was not what you, or anyone called it. âI mean. Go relax. Good job.â
For some reason, you gave her a short salute and spun, tripping over your toes to zip out of her sight. Your heart danced in your ribs, sweat pilling along your hairline. The absolute last thing you needed was the possibility of running into the CEO of People Who Will Kill You for Abandoning Your Post, Inc. The escape pods were less than half a klick away.
It wasnât stupid to rush. With a platoon returning, your absence would be even more noticeable. Good thing you didnât have your datapadâyou might have tried to check it for the fiftieth time since waking up. Once you were in space, it wouldnât matter if the whole bay noticed. The only person you wanted to care had demonstrated uniformly that he did not.
You needed to get off this ship and head somewhere familiar. You needed to go back home. At least there you wouldnât have to answer questions about procedures youâd forgotten to document, or discharge plans youâd forgotten to approve. Blissfully, the pod module revealed itself as you approached.
Almost free.
Almost freeâuntil you slammed face-first into a solid wall of smoke and iron.
At least, thatâs what it smelled like.
âOw!â Your face pinched in pain and you clapped your hands over your nose, rubbing the soreness away. âStars, Iâm so sorry,â you began, keeping your eyes closed out of embarrassment, âI wasnât paying attention, Iâm kind of in a hurryââ
âTo the escape pods?â
You froze. Something in this strangerâs tone had caused every milliliter of fluid in your body to crystallize. An ancient instinct informed you that under no circumstances should you open your eyes. Unfortunately, you were also in the possession of a prefrontal cortex and knew you couldnât just stand there with your eyes closed for the next eternity. Holding your breath, you peeked through your fingers.
This time, every milliliter of fluid evaporated. The tall, broad form of the Supreme Leader was less than an armâs length from you, his mere presence casting a shadow over your courage and draping you in darkness. Throat stuck, you met his gazeâone that speared you with its severityâand you wanted to crumple, curl up on the floor and die.
âI wonât ask again.â
Multiple options scrolled like a marquee in your mind. There was no lie you could think to tell that would be remotely believable. Nor would you be able to turn and run to another clutch without him catching you. There was a third choice of finding an airlock to suck you into space. The possibility of simply returning to your post never once occurred to you.
Heat bit the backs of your eyes. Canât escape a starship, canât do your job, canât keep a boyfriend, canât even fuckingâŠ
Possessed by a desperation only known to cornered, bleeding animals, you charged the pod blast door. A vise grip snatched your arm and whipped you around, slamming your back into the durasteel. You hissed and bit your tongue, head ringing from meeting metal. Karma had never been so prompt. Or painful.
Holding back a groan, you blinked your vision to clarity. A massive chest consumed your line of sight. A leather hand hovered toward a lightsaber.
âSorry.â No point in lying. âSorry. I was. Uh, yes. I was trying to get to the escape pods.â
âAbandoning your post.â Supreme Leader Kylo Renâs voice was the hypnotizing depth of a black hole. It stirred fear alive. âUnless the escape pods have something the medbay needs.â
You swallowed. He knew who you were. That was great.
âNo,â you admitted, âthey donât.â
âThen enlighten me to their purpose.â
Enlighten the Supreme Leader. Funny guy. The problem was, you couldnât even enlighten yourself as to what the escape pods held. Just a short trip back to your home planet, where you now knew no one and had no job or place to live. Somehow, that seemed better than a guaranteed place to sleep on the same ship as your now ex-boyfriend. The thought stung.
âI donât know.â That wasnât quite right. âI donât want to think about it.â
You sighed, catching a glimpse of Kylo Renâs face. You hadnât known what heâd looked like before this momentâyouâd always avoided looking at him for too long. But with his wavy, sable hair and pillowy lips, he was handsome. Beautiful, even. Your cheeks burned.
âI can make it easier and find out myself.â A leather-bound hand flexed in and out of a fist.
âDonât do that.â Whatever that meant, you didnât want it. You flattened yourself along the blast door, trying to escape him. âI justâI justââ
Ren activated the door, and you crumbled to the floor, tailbone smacking the tile.
âFuck!â You winced, scrambling backward while Ren towered over you, his form swallowing the entry. âIt doesnât matter,â you said, standing. âI just need to leave.â
âThatâs nice,â Ren replied, with the sweetness of a scorpion. âReturn to your post.â
You shook your head and crossed your arms, petulance incarnate. You werenât going to move. You were leaving.
âNo.â
Kylo Ren strode forward and you skittered back again, throwing up your hands in defense. Your back hit one of the escape pod doors. He was going to make you. He was going to make you remember what a failure you were.
You gulped. Your throat was thick. âIâmâIâm not good at my job.â
âYou have an obligation.â
âThereâs plenty of med staff.â Your muscles tensed. One of them was your ex. âThe First Order doesnât need me anyway!â
âIrrelevant.â
Ren stepped, seized your armâhis touch splintered your resolve and you cracked, shaking your head and spilling tears.
âI canât, I canât!â You tried to wrench away, sputtering nonsense unfiltered. âI canât go back, I canât, please, please!â
His grip didnât loosen, anchoring you to the groundâand to reality. Youâd started wailing in front of the fucking Supreme Leader.
Hot shame engulfed you, and you covered your face with your hand as if you could hide behind it. Tears welled. You sniffled, trying to draw them back in. The silence was denser than air, and you shook your head, meeting Renâs eyes. They were dark, flecked with irritation. His grasp tightened, like he was ready to drag you along.
You couldnât go back. Couldnât bear to drag yourself through another day while that manâs words rang in your head. Words youâd tried to drown in the pits of your brain now floated to your tongue.
âIâŠâ You sighed. âIâm broken.â
Kylo Renâs head tilted. You couldnât tell if it was in annoyance or curiosity.
âBroken.â
Sniffling again, you nodded. âYep.â
He scanned you. Something was churning within his mind. The intensity of his focus made your insides tangle, made the arm he was grabbing spark with excitement. Your face warmed, you shifted on your feet.
âDefine it.â
Your heart skipped. Was he quizzing you? âJust. Not working.â You avoided his gaze. âI keep messing up at my assignment. Donât get along with people.â Now you avoided what bothered you most. âBroken.â
Even without looking at him, you could sense Renâs unwavering attention. âLying to me is inadvisable.â
You balked, glaring at him. âIâm not lying.â
âYouâre omitting.â
âWell, itâs none of your business,â you replied, ignoring the thrilled leap your heart made that heâd read you so well.
Kylo Ren stepped closer, nibbling the distance between you. A breath caught in your throat and you coughed it away, glancing to the side.
âYouâd abandon your post for that.â He stole another inch, and you now could count the Supreme Leader as the most recent man whoâd broken your personal space. âIâm not asking to know your life, officer. Iâm ordering you to tell me why I should spare it.â
Ice braced your veins. You swallowed and forced yourself to stare into the face of your judge and would-be executioner.
Time was relative. But as you linked eyes with Kylo Ren, it slowed. Stopped.
He was closeâcloser than youâd initially gaugedâand that closeness ignited dormant desperation. It had been mere cycles since youâd last felt your exâs touch, but that had been time enough for hunger to snarl and snap for relief. Renâs hand was still wrapped around your arm, his chest rising with trained breath. A tendril of desire anxiously wormed alive in your belly. His attention flicked over you. Like heâd felt it.
You exhaled. Were you crazy?
He was waiting for an answer.
âItâsâŠâ
Shifting again, you tried to meld with the escape pod door. Ren released your arm, but allowed you no relief, instead planting a palm next to your head, barring you with his body. Panic and delight burst simultaneously into your bloodstream and your face flushed with warmth. You glimpsed him, swore you spied a blink of deviance in his widening pupils.
No, you werenât crazyâyou were certifiably insane.
You shook your head. âEverything. Everything is broken.â
Especially the very thing burgeoning to life as you spoke. That very ridiculous, delusional thing glowed like embers starved for air, and each new second near Kylo Ren fed the flames. As if the Supreme Leader would ever want you. As if you could ever be enough for anyone.
âHm.â Renâs scrutiny skinned you raw. It was like he knew what was waiting on the edge of your tongue, like he could smell the smoke twirling off the fire below your waist. âDefine everything.â
You took a trembling breath, and you heard itâa quick huff of amusement escaping his nose.
There was no way. No way this bastard was getting off on your squirming. The suggestion of it inspired sweat on your palms, the back of your neck.
âLike I said,â you began, âwork. Friendsââ
âDo all of your reports consist of repeating the same information?â
âOkay!â You groaned. âMy relationship. My. Yâknow.â Something felt life-alteringly stupid about saying the word boyfriend in front of the Supreme Leader of the First Order. âHe broke up with me.â It was difficult not to examine the little marks and freckles on Kylo Renâs face. It was difficult not to squeeze your thighs together. âHe said I was.â
âHm.â Ren eased closer. His fingers grazed the side of your head. âThatâs all.â
Another rush of adrenaline at the connectionâyou decided to test your theory, head tilting millimeters toward his touch. âYes.â
Ren tensed, a low growl rumbled in his throat. He wedged a boot between your feet, his hips brushing yours. âYouâre omitting again.â
You futilely grabbed at the pod door for stability, unable to wrest yourself from Renâs gaze. Youâd been right. He was getting off on your embarrassment. His agitation was provoking your own, stoking the fire in your belly until it roared. That part of you dared to want him, to crave more of him, to know what it felt like to have his bodyâs weight on yours. But you couldnât do that.
More tears arrived unbidden. Ren was staring, as if he already knew what you were about to say.
âHe said I was broken becauseâŠâ You closed your eyes, took a breath. Let it out. âBecause I could never. When we were together. I could neverâŠâ It was too hard to admit. âHe said it was because I was broken.â
Wetness spilled over your cheeks, and you cracked a smile. As if what your ex had said had been stupid instead of devastating. Youâd always considered that maybe something was wrong with you. After all, the fact that he couldnât make you orgasm bothered you, too. But hearing it from his mouth had damned you to inferiority. Shuddering, you opened your eyes again, finding Kylo Ren as a satisfied, triumphant predator.
You exhaled, his willing prey. Bastard.
âInteresting.â His hand moved from the wall, inched toward your neck, the tips of his fingers skimming over your racing pulse. âBroken.â
Any blood that had been left in your head was now plummeting to your core.
âYes,â you murmured.
Renâs breath brushed your nose, and you shivered. Never once would you have thought that youâd be on the precipice of fucking the Supreme Leader. Yet here he was, growing ravenous for your humiliation, for you. And brokenness aside, it was becoming more difficult to deny the physical need steaming from your pores. If there was one thing you craved, it was to forget these past few cycles.
A deep, longing throb resonated from your core. You squirmed again, attempting to relieve some of the building ache. Not just thereâyour skin ached to feel his, your lips ached to be bruised.
âThatâs it, then.â His eyes were trained on your mouth.
More than anything, you ached to rake the beast alive in him and let it devour you and all of your hurt.
âYes. Because IâŠâ You took a deep breath, preparing to be ripped apart. âBecause I couldnât cum.â
Ren huffed and snatched your throat, throwing his hips into you. âReally.â He leaned closer, his other hand clutching your side.
You whimpered, overjoyed.
âThisâŠâ His hand slid down your thigh, his thumb stroked your pulse. âDoesnât seem broken at all.â
It would be lying to say you thought this was a good decision. But you couldnât bring yourself to feel ashamed. After sleepless cycles strangled by that shame, Ren had perceived it without hesitation and demanded you strip yourself of pretense in his presence. For the first time in days, you didnât want to run.
You fumbled for the pod door release and smacked it. As you tipped backward, threw yourself into Renâs embrace and pressed your lips to his.
Kylo Ren growled, one hand shooting into your hair, the other supporting the small of your back, tugging you close. His hungry mouth captured yours, he gripped at your scalpâs base, teeth nipping your lower lip as he eased you into the tiny open escape pod. Humming in delight, you slid your hands toward his head, silk strands tickling the tips of your fingersâuntil they flew back, the rest of you following, your body flung like a sack against the dashboard.
You groaned, dozens of buttons flashing as your arms splayed across them. Right, that whole Force user thing.
Before you could adjust, Ren pounced, suffocating you with his mass, pinning you like paper. These single-user pods were cramped, barely comfortable for one body, let alone two. His lips attacked your jawline, moved down to your neck, and another groan escaped you, this time in bliss. It was impossible to fight the urge to grin. What would your ex say seeing you now, writhing under the most powerful man in the galaxy?
Even if you were broken, at least heâd be jealous.
Still smiling, you cursed under your breath, bucked your hips into Ren, allowing desperation to guide you. A low, menacing noise reverberated in his throat and he seized your neck again, bringing his mouth to your ear.
âQuite willing to tempt me.â He took the lobe between his teeth, earning a squeak. âThought you were broken.â
You gasped. It felt good, dangerously good to be desired. âMaybe I want you to break me.â
Kylo Ren huffed. âLittle doll, I wonât break you,â he purred, tracing his mouth along the shell of your ear. âIâll shatter you. Iâll destroy you.â He found your hair again, curling it into his fist. âYou wonât be broken.â He yanked, exposing your throat. âYouâll be mine.â
Adrenaline surged you, rushing your lungs with rapid breath, sparks of lust snapping over your skin. You gazed into the ceiling of the escape pod, futilely gripping the slippery dash buttons. Every new beat of your heart brought a desperate pulse to your cunt.
âFuck,â was all you could think to say. âFuck, please.â
Ren snickered. Then he sank his teeth into your neck.
You shrieked, squirming, wrists still tacked to the dashboard by the Force. The pain rode
through you, swirling with pleasure, the cocktail fretting you to frenzy. All you could do was pant as Kylo Ren latched onto your pulse, sucking rough harsh marks to the surface, his hips dragging against you. Your eyelids fluttered shut, and he moved lower, releasing your head to work on removing your uniform.
Before your belt even hit the floor, he was tearing open your tunic, exposing your breasts. Goosebumps rippled over your flesh, and he was quick to cover them with his mouth, taking the fresh tissue between his teeth and searing it. Large hands covered your tits, kneaded them, and he laved your nipple through your bra, scraping his teeth over the peak. You squealed, giggled in pleasure, and his grip possessed your hips. Ren wasnât just hungryâhe was starved, more voracious by the second, spurred by your performance.
He leaned back, slotted the hem of his fingers under your pants and pulled, unconcerned for the popping seams as he forced them down the curve of your thighs. Your mind spun, nose and lips tingling. Paralyzed, you watched the Supreme Leader tear off your boots and rip your pants free, tossing them all to the side. Now you sat, underwear exposed, body trembling with equal parts terror and anticipation.
âMm.â
Ren examined you like a meal, gaze traveling from your decorated collar to your breasts, still concealed in a bra, and past the soft roll of your belly to rest between your quivering thighs. His stare lingered there for a moment, like he was predicting what heâd find, then roamed back and focused on your face. His hand fell to the massive bulge in his pants, teasing it as he watched you.
"You want me to play with you.â
Something thumped so fiercely that you felt it to your toes. Whether it was your heart or your cunt, you couldnât tell.
Leather hands grabbed your ankles and peeled your legs wide. Ren inserted himself between them, smoothing his palms up your calves, over your knees and to your inner thighs. You shuddered, twitching from his touch, and the corner of his lip quirked. Like he was amused.
His thumbs slid close to your heat, dipping into the crease and teasing close to the edge of your underwear. All of the devilish desire you'd had to rile him vaporized, replaced by the reality that he was actually about to touch your pussy. You whimpered, your teeth starting to chatter. Heâd discover exactly what your ex had known. Heâd find you wanting.
"Nervous little thing." Ren slipped a finger under the hem to the first knuckle, leather grazing your tender flesh. "Trembling for me."
Trying to find a breath, you nodded. "I justâŠ" You shifted your hips, trying to balance your fear with your ballooning desire. "I really think there's something wrong with me."
Kylo Ren glimpsed you, still gliding along the crease of your thighs.
"I don't want..." You shivered, his fingers skating up and down. "I think my body doesn't work."
"Hm." Ren raised a brow. "We'll see."
He brushed his finger across your cunt, glancing over your swollen clit, and you choked, hips snapping toward him, your moans crumbling into a pathetic whinge. Before a coherent thought entered your mind, Ren smirked and did it again, leather catching the hoodâyou cried out, thrashing in protest. A third time, and you sobbed, your pussy clenching around a terrible nothing.
Twisting back to reality, you heaved in air, only to watch him tear his glove off with teeth, exposing his large, strong hand. The Force freed your wrists, and you slapped a bunch of buttons on the dash, trying to steady yourself. Ren was confidentâcocky, evenâas he pressed the pads of two digits against your panties, feeling your entrance through them. A slick, wet sound echoed in the tiny pod. You went up in embarrassed flames.
Fuck, you were wet. You couldn't ever remember being this wet. In fact, you couldnât ever remember being this turned on, this greedy for attention. Your entire body pulsed for him, like heâd shaken every cell awake and enthralled it under his power.
"Soaked through." Ren examined your cunt, pulled the garment to the side. "Just like a filthy toy should be."
Before you could brace, he took those same two fingers and sank them into your tight, aching cunt. You groaned, head tossed back, core clamping down onto the delicious stretch as he pried you open with slippery ease. The intensity, the fullness from just his hand stole your breath, spun your sight, and you closed your eyes, trying not to imagine how his cock would feel, if his fingers felt like this.
Further consideration was dashed as Ren curled inside of you, pushing deep, every coherent thought fleeing your mind with a moan. Instinct as your only guide, you inched forward, streaking sweat on the floor, and in response, he snapped his wrist, once, twice, shocks of pleasure cracking through you. Panting, you rolled your hips and Ren plunged again, this time prodding a sweet, sensitive spot along your walls. You twitched and wailed, vision dusted with stars.
It wasn't like you'd never been fingered. But it had never, ever managed to feel this good. Something about the motion of his hand, the curl of his wrist, the attunement to your body was dizzying you, replacing hesitation with demand. Ren curved along the spot again, and you cursed, the sensation shorting your circuits and shaking your joints. A dark huff of amusement at the edge of your awarenessâyou forced yourself to look at himâhe was smirking.
A new wave of warmth crested over you. Not of embarrassment, but utter delight. And then his thumb was on your clit.
Whatever plane youâd been on before dissipated, and you disappeared into bliss. Renâs hand found a rhythm, fucking slow, reaching to your belly while his thumb circled your sensitive clit. Pleasure bloomed in your center, wove toward your fingers, wrapping you in a fuzzy heat. Your cunt throbbed, squeezed around him, as if to goad him deeper inside of you.
It wasnât enough. Even with the ripples of friction that whirled faster on your nub, even as you bucked your hips, it wasnât enough. Ren grunted, the pod shook, but you didnât, couldnât care. Demand was beating at your temples, gnawing and coiling in your bellyâimpossible, incredible demand quickening your breath, tensing your muscles. Impossible, but somehow burgeoning, and Ren stroked your walls, stroked your clit, and you were gasping, you wereâ
âFuck,â you spat, âIâmâIâm goingââ
Kylo Ren stopped. You collapsed, suddenly a furious, spoiled brat, flailing in frustration at your stolen orgasm. Face hot, you met Renâs gaze, finding hazel eyes glittering gold with elated cruelty.
âYouâre going to what?â He tilted his head.
âAre youâŠâ You dragged your hands over your face, smearing perspiration across your skin. Every exposed inch of you felt like a severed nerve. âBut IâŠâ
âSo easy,â he murmured. âSo shameless.â
Your walls still thrummed around him, urging him to send you toward a peak. The torrent of pleasure had swept you away. You hadnât even realized how close youâd been. âI thoughtâŠâ
âTwo possibilities,â Ren said. âYou lied to me. OrâŠâ He pulled his hand from your core, scissoring his fingers to display the obscenity of your cum stringing between them. Then, locking you in a stare, he took them into his mouth and sucked them clean. âThis pussy has never been properly fucked.â
Fire flooded your flesh, and you mewled like a nervous animal. It didnât seem fair to admit that this was the case.
âNo,â you replied. âI have had sex before.â It was getting harder to ignore the tent between Kylo Renâs legs. âIt was good.â
His brow furrowed a millimeter. âHm.â Leaning over you, Ren brought his mouth back to your ear, his hands shifting the clothing below his waist. âYet you felt so tight on my fingers,â he breathed. âSo wet and ready, though Iâd barely touched you.â
It was frustrating how correct he sounded. But youâd shared so much with your ex. All of it still seemed rose-colored. To believe that heâd given less than you deserved conflicted directly with the belief that you were someone whoâd never accept that. Kylo Ren was forcing you toward conclusions that were horrifying to draw and now impossible to avoid.
From the perimeter of your sight, you watched as he pulled free his thick, heavy cock. Your jaw slackened, your mouth watered. It was difficult to grasp that they could be that big or look so⊠appealing. Ren palmed himselfâhis cock twitched in response, eager to be inside of you, and your breath collapsed, your cunt clenching in anticipation.
âNo.â Kylo Ren hummed as he guided his hand back and forth along his length. âYou need to be fucked.â With his free hand, he yanked you forward, laying you flat along the floor. âYou arenât broken, little doll.â He loomed over you, the warm head of his cock pushing your underwear to the side and parting your folds. âBut you are mine.â
The moment he pushed inside, you suffocated on your own disbelief. Kylo Ren felt bigger than heâd looked, every centimeter banishing the ability to do anything other than exist as a strangled sheath for his cock. It wasnât penetrationâit was pervasion, it was domination. Shivering, you focused on your breath. Ren sucked in air through his teeth, sinking in and seating himself in your cunt while it squeezed and pulsed around him. You felt him throb, felt his wild fervor.
He exhaled. In that second, it hit you. The Supreme Leader, beautiful and violent and ruthless, was inside of you. You werenât hurting, you werenât afraid. You were exhilarated. You wanted more.
âGood girl,â he said. âEven better than I expected.â
Kylo Ren slid out and rocked in, driving to your stomach with a stab of blissful pain. Eyes snapping shut, you gripped his arms, seething when he thrusted again, and again. Each stroke shoved a cry from your chest, tightened your walls, and this only seemed to entice him, his cock splitting you apart. You scratched at his shoulders, fighting to find yourself in the bewildering delirium.
Sex had never, ever been like this either. Had never even lasted long enough for you to feel satisfied. Now you were tranquilizedâyour eyes rolled, your mouth parted, your groans stuttering with the tempo of Renâs hips.
âThere we go.â His voice was distant in the sea of your mind. âLook at you. Brainless on my cock.â
You couldnât help yourself. You nodded, hooked onto his arms and matched his rhythm, rolling your body to meet him, a pleaâdeeper, harder, more, more. Ren hissed in satisfaction, and his naked hand snaked between you, rolling and teasing your clit.
âOh, fuck.â
Delirium ascended into ecstasy, pleasure amplified by the stretch of his length. He fucked into you, his skin smacking yours, his breath heaving in feral huffs. A low moan left you, the heat and friction and feverish thrusts sending your sanity to space, and you nodded, begging in movement, then in words, your tongue lolling, drool streaming from your lips.
âFuck,â Ren growled. âSlut.â
Snarling, he pulled out, grappled your waist, and hoisted you onto the dash of the escape pod. Before you could breathe, your ankles were over his shoulders, his hands bit your hips, and his cock slammed deep into your pussy. You howled, stuffed fuller than you couldâve imaginedâin this position, he pierced your cervix, his length hammering your existence into euphoria.
âThatâs right,â he muttered. âYou needed this. You needed to be fucked like this.â He held you fast, pounding your cunt, catching groans in his chest. âYou needed to beâneeded to be split open and filled with fucking cum.â
âFuck,â you replied, since it was the only word that you seemed capable of reliably saying. âYes, yes, yesâŠâ
Renâs hand hooked around your thigh, and his thumb was on your clit, swirling it in tight, fast circles, his cock pumping into you. Bliss burned to burst, stars swarmed your sight entirely, and you knew it, knew it was happening, knew that you were about to break.
âIâIâm⊠Iâmââ
âCum for me,â Ren hissed. âCum on my cock.â
You didnât break. You shattered. Pleasure erupted from your thighs, rattled your bones, and you screamed, cast into a dimension where thoughts extinguished. Ren grunted, fucking you through it, the pulsing of your core milking his cock until he edged his climax. Then he keened, battering your cunt with long final thrusts, grip gouging your flesh until he descended, meeting you in the receding tides of your peaks.
Both of you twitched with aftershocks, both of you seeking air. Drawing a long inhale, you peeled your eyes open, taking in your surroundings for the first time in however many minutes it had been.
Beyond you, the galaxy twinkled, endless and eternal. Beside you, the podâs dash display flashed, awaiting a commandâyou mustâve accidentally activated the main system. And in front of you stood the Supreme Leader of the First Order, his hair frizzed with sweat, his chest swelling with breath, his gaze like a sated lionâs.
You sighed, smiling and shaking your head, dropping back onto the dashboard. Ren slipped out, putting himself back together. His cum leaked from you, oozed onto your thighsâand a laugh bubbled from within you. Surprised, you let it out. You laughed, clapping your hands over your face, tears sneaking to the corners of your eyes.
What happened was unbelievable. After everything, after the misery and disappointment and lack of sleep, you couldnât help but laugh. Youâd just fucked the Supreme Leader and came all over his insanely massive cock. And his cum was seeping from your pussy onto your underwear. With a wheeze, you wiped the tears, calming yourself.
You were not broken. Your ex was a fucking idiot.
Compiled now, you eased off the dash, found Ren watching you, brow raised.
You nodded, grabbing your pants from the floor. âI know.â Uncertain what were you supposed to say to a demigod after being filled with his semen, you shrugged. âWe should do this again sometime.â
Ren pulled on his glove, considering you, attention following your figure. âYou need to return to your post.â
âI know.â You grinned. âI am.â
In response, he flicked one of the controls in the pod. The lights, the display all shut down. He glanced back at you.
âSome other time, then.â
Kylo Ren turned and ducked out of the pod, striding into the module and through the blast door. It closed behind him. You were alone.
Sighing happily again, you found your boots and wiggled them back onto your feet. The turbulence in your mind had settled, the angst soothed. You felt easy. You felt complete. And you needed to get back to work.
âSouth to Americaâ by Imani Perry. Eye-opening, informing and absolutely beautifully written. The above passage is from âThe Clearing,â which discusses my region of the state. It covers Von Braunâs legacy and how we memorialize him and his cohorts for the sake of the advancement of rocket science, Alabama Shakes, and how we created an immense military base on top of hundreds of Black cemeteries (which Iâve seen a few while I worked there and had no idea). Perry has changed my perspective on so many aspects of life here which itself is a reason to read her material, but her style of writing makes my heart flutter. I often re-read passages to savor her phrasing.
- Him staring at you completely serious the first time he saw you, not making a sound neither a movement, drinking your image and promising to himself that he will not forget that beautiful face of you never.
- Him presenting himself, all polite and good manners, and letting some well chosed pick up lines about how beautiful and charming he find you to slide on the conversation, chuckling to himself if he make you blush.
- Him being always so attent - and sometimes, when you two are alone, so passionate - that is hard for you to believe everything what the other policemen have to say about him.
- Him bragging openly about his boxing, about how many tourneys he have won and how many competitors he have knocked out, but never letting you to go to that place because he thinks you are too delicate, as a female, to went to that places.
- Him always wanting to be with you, all the time, but duties dragging him far from you too often for his taste, making him being in an even worser humour than his usual while at work, and making him daydreaming about being back to your side while in solitude.
- Him trying to keep you out his non-legal bussines, especially the ones related with deaths and so, because deep inside he fears that, if you discovers that part of him, you will think he is a monster who doesnât deserve you love.
- Him being always near to you phisically, if he can, touching your hands, grabbing them, cupping you face or even surrounding your waist with his arm or embracing you tightly against him, smelling you aroma and whispering on your ear so much he wants you in all the ways.
âWhile many people think fanfiction is about inserting sex into texts (like Tolkienâs) where it doesnât belong, Brancher sees it differently: âI was desperate to read about sex that included great friendship; I was repurposing Tolkienâs text in order to do that. It wasnât that friendship needed to be sexualized, it was that erotica needed to be ⊠friendship-ized.â Many fanfiction writers write about sex in conjunction with beloved texts and characters not because they think those texts are incomplete, but because theyâre looking for stories where sex is profound and meaningful. This is part of what makes fan fiction different from pornography: unlike pornography, fanfic features characters we already care deeply about, and who tend to already have long-standing and complex relationships with each other. Itâs a genre of sexual subjectification: the very opposite of objectification. Itâs benefits with friendship.â
â Francesca Coppa, âIntroduction to The Dwarfâs Tale,â The Fanfiction Reader (via francescacoppa)
I think thereâs also something to be said for⊠sex is an important social interaction in a lot of peopleâs lives, and yet we have very few places where we can consume media ABOUT that social interaction AS a part of a broader life.