my heart is heavy with the current situation of flooding in my country and czech republic and it’s still not over yet… so many lives changed drastically over the last couple of days…
there are many english posts about it on x, I highly encourage to see the footage yourself
I'm sorry for being inactive lately, I'm not doing good and have an appointment tomorrow. I'm trying to answer your requests, but it's difficult lately.
I'm sorry for being inactive lately, I'm not doing good and have an appointment tomorrow. I'm trying to answer your requests, but it's difficult lately.
Hi, how are you? I would like to request headcanons for nikolai of call of duty with a reader with the dream of be a housewife, my work is making me feel like be a 50s housewife is not a bad idea.
Warnings: none, pure fluff
You never really fitted the social norms of your peers – you should be looking for a “normal” job and start saving for your own flat, a little house maybe. An independent woman, the billboard said. And although there was nothing wrong with it, you didn’t quite feel the need to be one. And when you met him, you were sure you didn’t want to be a hyper individualistic person.
You knew you could rely on Nikolai in every aspect of your life. When you married, he helped you move and it was him who begged you to make this place feel like home. Nikolai’s house was… empty and raw, lacking a touch of warmth. So he left all the work of decorating in your hands, obediently buying the stuff you asked for.
But the main thing that made this place finally shimmer was his wife. ♡
After each “deployment” he returns home with a new bouquet of flowers. While you greet him with his favorite dinner and dessert. You miss him dearly when he leaves on another dangerous mission, so whenever Nikolai’s home, you cling to your teddy bear of a man.
Your husband never had anything negative to say about your way of dressing. In fact, he loved when you were wearing all types of dresses around the house. Bonus points if you had an apron on top of it or bow clip in your hair.
If it was your wish to have a little farm house, Nikolai would fund it. After he saw you holding and snuggling a lamb, how could he say no to his lovely wife?
Nikolai was rather an “old school” gentleman. He would always make sure you were looking decent and would open every door in the way of his sweet wife. At the end of the day he would help you wash the dishes while you two continue to talk. His love language is also, amongst others, gift giving – new dress, perfume, book, earrings – whatever you laid your eyes upon.
With him by your side, you could sleep peacefully at night, because he was near to protect his precious sweetheart. However, with the danger increasing since Makarov’s escape, he would worry more than usual about your safety. So Nikolai bought you one of those guarding dogs like Cane Corso or Caucasian Shepherd to take his place while he’s deployed.
Okok, can you do a situation where Ghost is just really uptight about work, and you help him relax a bit? It would be almost like a reward for working so hard. (Write however you wish, lovely!!)
A/N: Love the trope where big, tough Simon has a soft spot for his girl ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚
Warning: fluff, tho implied sexy stuff
Whenever there was something strange hanging in the air and you could hear the recruits’ exhausted breathing from across the gym, you already knew what was up. It was him again, taking it all out on those poor boys. Or were they the reason he was so pent up?
Ghost was standing tall, his toned legs slightly parted and his arms crossed over the puffing chest. Him shaking his head, when another rookie failed the task, was not a good sign. He was furious, you could tell by now.
Ghost rose up to the rank of some kind of bogeyman to scare the recruiters. Most of the people in the base were afraid to get on his blacklist, they knew he would make their life miserable.
But you weren’t scared of him, just because you knew the tough, bulky guy had a soft spot for you.
You sneaked into the lieutenant’s office the same afternoon. When he looked up and noticed you, Ghost felt relief that he didn’t have to talk with anybody else right then. You walked up to him with a warm smile on your face. A smile he would die for.
— What’s going on, big boy? — You asked him gently, massaging his tensed shoulders through his fleece jacket. — Wanna talk about it?
— Just paperwork, luv. Lots of it.
You leaned over his broad shoulder and snuggled against his mask like a kitten. A smile appeared on your face, when he leaned against you back.
— Do you need help, Si?
— ’m good, thank you, sweetheart.
— I can’t wait until we’re back home after this one. We’ll finally watch that movie you told me about.
He hummed, partially daydreaming about the scenario you were describing while sorting some of the papers.
— And I will finally show you the new lingerie set I bought, before we left. Crimson red with lace, see-through.
— Fucking hell — Simon cursed, turning his masked face in your direction — you’re tryin’ to distract me or somethin’?
Ghost corrected himself on the chair he was sitting, but you noticed how he also re-adjusted his trousers.
— Just putting a nice thought into your head, that’s all.
You rolled the balaclava over his nose, before peppering his scarred face with kisses – over his lips, curved nose and slightly flushed cheeks.
— Good luck, big boy. See you tomorrow?
Ghost moved his jaw as he bit down hard. He was barely holding back. “Fuck”, Simon cursed, when he realised you had put a spell on him. Little minx.
Please, Kylo Ren x reader (noncon). I'm so excited to read it!!!
A/N: I was obsessed over this ask and created a whole lore for this, haha! Just be aware of the warnings!
Warnings: age gap, humiliation, violence, brief gore (description of mutilation (not reader)), dead dove: do not eat, nsfw (noncon, kidnapping, sexual slavery, objectification, forced orgasm)
Word count: 4.6k
AO3 link ⟶ 𝕏
Every night darkness was trying to corrupt your mind, to burn everything that is left of you to ashes. Those eerie forces pulled you into a deep void of endless fear just for a ray of comfort to sneak through the horrors of the nightfall.
With a layer of sweat on your neck you dreamt of home. Floors of polished, bright stones, stained glasses and neverending gardens blending into the outskirts of the capitol. Marble arcades, columns and many thermal baths – tranquility, warmth and security. Everything that kept you sane was just a memoir.
The First Order has taken over most of the galaxy. With an iron fist they wiped out the rebelling nations and those who collaborated or supplied them. Planets who stayed neutral yet seemed suspicious were forced to bend the knee to the Supreme Leader – Kylo of the Knights of Ren. His path to power was paved with sacrifices and corpses. The edge of his lightsaber was soaked in blood and lives of thousands.
The heroes of the Rebellion became legends, tales of the past. Those people were gone, hiding or buried six feet underneath the soil. There was no hope.
The persecution of the collaborators reached your home planet and even your family. The father of yours that happened to be a senator was accused of treason. However, nothing actually could be charged so therefore the Supreme Leader was merciful enough to spare the noble family of the senator from disgraceful death.
But there was a small catch.
Which happened to be you.
In order to keep your father in line and prevent further conspiracies against the Empire, Kylo Ren took you as a hostage. “No harm shall happen to her only if you remember where your loyalty lies” the tall man said. How foolish of you both to take his word for it.
You were taken from the gardens with such force that would leave purple bruises along your arms. One of the masked knights of Ren pulled you up and dragged behind him. Your bare feet still wet from the bath in the pond barely kept up to his long strides up until the spaceship waiting for you. It was the last time you had seen home.
From that day you were a prisoner of war. Surprisingly, you were not being held captive inside a cell, locked away without further purpose, starved and beaten. You were granted a position of being Supreme Leader’s personal servant, which you were told was “a great honor for a mutt like you” by the red haired general. You assumed it was supposed to degrade you from your nobility status, which in that case did not happen.
Your parents raised you pretty well – to respect every type of labor and appreciate the opportunities. “There is no shame in hard work”, they used to say and you couldn’t argue with that.
But.
Your sharp tongue and young spirit caused you more troubles than actual work beneath Kylo Ren. It never was the case of doing the chore wrong – bringing the wrong stash of clothes, messing up his meal or disrupting his meetings. It was the untamed, bold temper of a girl who had never been really hurt before.
Whenever you spoke without his permission he would slap you across the cheek until it bloomed with crimson color, his favorite. Sometimes his strikes would send you crumbling to the floor and he wouldn’t hurt you again until you straightened up. “Stupid girl”, he would call you. When you would look into his dark eyes, you could recognise that very primal need to see you break and cry. So you promised yourself to never let your mask slip and grant him that honor of your liquified fear and pain.
Soon you began adapting to the situation. The stiff and coarse clothes you were wearing became bearable and then unnoticeable at all. Modest robes in colors of First Order’s sigil – black and red. Every burden became lighter. Except from the people surrounding you.
After months spent in the Supreme Leader’s mercy you have noticed that his temper changed. From a bad-tempered, unpredictable boy he changed to a more stoic and calculated diplomat. Perhaps as the time went by and the First Order gained more control over the Galaxy he became more… calm. Kylo Ren wouldn’t throw a tantrum over small mistakes. He wasn’t a fool, he knew he needed the support of his generals, knights and senators to stabilize the position of power.
Yet his change of demeanor did not depose his cruelty. Under the cloak of a calculated man, Kylo was still a brute ruler with little to no mercy for those who made a mistake.
You were a witness of punishment served from his hand. The red blade of his lightsaber mutilated a lower ranked military for not only denying Ren’s order but also for treason. The scream of agony filled your ears and you turned away from the atrocities.
— Look, girl — the raven haired man told you and you heard him clearly, but consciously decided to ignore him. You were petrified of such a violent act and yet he screamed from the top of his lungs — I said LOOK! Watch what happens to those who betray me.
Lord Ren used the ability that only Force could provide to make your head turn against your will and kept your eyes wide open, so his servant could watch as he dismembered the traitor into pieces. The Supreme Leader was feasting on your tears running down your face and the expression of pure terror. The smell of burnt meat made your stomach twist. Till this day, sometimes you can see the chopped limbs beneath the council table even when they are long gone.
And it wasn’t the last time he forced you to watch such brutality.
The council meeting ended as its members slowly left the room. Lord Ren was seated at the very top of the long table with General Hux by his side. You placed two cups in front of them and slowly poured the wine. By this time you learned to move swiftly, barely noticeable yet still with grace. When the vessels were filled you returned to the spot close to the wall, waiting for further instructions.
— Come back here. — Lord Ren commanded you with a subdued tone, not revealing the cause of his call. But so you did, gently putting aside the vase with wine and stepping closer to your master.
— What do you think of today’s meeting? I saw you listening very closely. — Armitage asked, one of his fingers tracing the cup’s form, not even bothering to look at you.
— My opinion doesn’t matter, General. It’s not my place to speak of such matters.
— Weren’t you a child of a senator? Well, he must have taught you something?
You couldn’t get a single word out. Clearly, the general was provoking any type of reaction from you, but by now, you have learned to keep your mouth shut. Otherwise you might have ended up with a split lip and blood on your tongue.
— You trained her well, Ren — Hux smirked, eyeing the servant girl from head to toes. — She recites those phrases like poems. But does she really mean it? Or does she think we’re fools?
The Supreme Leader hummed before there was silence in the room. Your eyes were transfixed on the table, but you could feel his dark globs piercing through your skin. Or trying at least.
— She’s smarter than she looks, she knows her place. Her father told me she was an obedient daughter, isn’t that true?
Kylo looked directly at your face, tilting his chin up. There was a threat in the way he looked at you. Through heavy lids sagging over his eyes, a challenge could be noticed. He was testing you.
— Yes, my Lord.
— It would be a real pity if she decides to disappoint me one day.
Ren took one of your palms and gently rubbed the back of the servant's hand. The circles he was drawing over your veins were almost soothing. His careful approach caught you off guard. You were trembling and he could feel it.
— You can go.
He released your hand and you left the room in a hurry. Your body was tense and therefore the movements seemed stiff, lacking previous grace. Obviously he noticed it, he knows everything. He’s the head of an Empire.
— I don’t understand why you still keep that girl. You have no good use of her. I bet you can still fold your own clothes.
— You’re forgetting yourself.
Ren took a mouthful of the wine, still keeping eye contact with the pale man sitting in front of him. Armitage was getting bolder every mission he had positively completed. Red haired general was in Kylo’s favor at the moment, but he could always stumble and fail.
— If I was to advise you, Supreme Leader — he started again, much more careful this time — I would suggest you to display the power and possibilities the Empire posseses, so every rat that is left out there knows, we can bent their fucking spines backwards.
— You want me to torture and get rid of my servant? That’s what you’re trying to tell?
— Do you even need one?
“No”, Kylo quickly came to the conclusion in his head. The truth was he never liked anyone touching his belongings, he didn’t need a “mother” to bring him clean robes nor a cupbearer. Especially a young woman of a noble status that only attracted his generals’ attention during the meetings.
She was useless to him.
— Killing her would only give the rebel scums another martyr to use as propaganda against us. First Order won, what we need now is stability – strong military and senator’s support. I took her as a hostage, if she dies, I might lose the entire system of her planet in the senate.
There was a long silence between the two men. Then Hux approached the subject differently.
— What makes you think that after you perish one day, the Empire won’t collapse? What comes after you, Supreme Leader? Perhaps you should, after all, make them fear you.
Despite every ounce of hatred Kylo Ren had for his general, the raven haired knight knew his advisor was right. Armitage was a sneaky bastard, but he was right. The Empire needed a firm ruthless ruler with a legacy to leave behind.
Two stormtroopers let the girl inside the Supreme Leader’s private rooms. You obviously weren't there for the first time, but the circumstances were somewhat new. He called for you very late in the evening, so you came to him wrapped in a long robe. Passing through the entry section, you noticed him standing by the desk, reading some files.
— You called for me, my Lord.
— Come.
Kylo Ren stood tall and still dressed in his daytime attire. You pulled the robe’s edge to cover your nightgown entirely and slowly made it to his side. You couldn’t hide the fact you felt uneasy. He never called for you this late, could that mean you were in trouble?
You stopped next to him. Knight of Ren was towering over you with his height and build. His dark eyes were focused on the files on the screen in front of both of you. Since the first day he hit you, he was intimidating enough not to seek trouble.
— Have you ever heard of Zyggerian Empire?
— Yes.
You looked at the records on the screen. Few of them were pictures of said empire – huge gatherings, auctions, labor camps. Everything under the master's whip.
— And what do you know about it, hm?
— It was located in the Outer Rim — you swallowed with great effort, saliva barely passing through the throat that was tightened from anxiety. — They were slavers.
— That disgust you, doesn’t it? — Kylo leaned his neck down to look closely at your expression. — And don’t lie to me, I can tell when you do.
— Yes, my Lord. It disgusts me.
— Sometimes the end justifies the means, their power was upheld for a thousand years. Flourishing and unshaken, even Jedi were afraid to confront them. Do you know why?
— Credits?
Kylo stepped behind you and his breath on your neck made you shiver.
— Because some people are born to be submissive, to be told what to do — his thick fingers combing through loose strands of your hair. — To serve a greater purpose.
Feeling Ren’s knuckles touch your vulnerable neck, you turned around on your heel to confront him. You had to lift your chin up to meet his darkened gaze.
— I was made aware that I was too indulgent with you from the beginning. You are of traitorous blood and I should have punished your family more severely.
Your blood started to boil within your veins, fear pushing aside tranquility and careful judgment. You were scared. You saw all the tremendous, horrifying things he has done to others, what was he trying to do to you?
— I thought you were content with my work, my Lord. I d-don’t-
— I found you a new purpose, as I don’t think you deserve such privilege of being a servant. You will be my pleasure slave. Nothing worrying that pretty head of yours than your Supreme Leader. Just waiting patiently for me to call you in.
Suddenly you couldn’t breathe, your own chest weighed on you. One of his hands cupped the side of your pale face, but your eyes kept escaping from Kylo’s mean stare. Deep inside you knew this monster was enjoying your fear.
— You are nothing. Forget about your past, because your only use is to obey me, do you understand?
Your body froze and you couldn’t move nor speak. Ren asked a question again, but you only shook your head, denying everything that was going on. Tears flooded in the corners of your eyes, before you finally whispered a single “no”. You managed to take a few steps back, creating a space between you and him.
— Do you really want to find out what will happen to you if you disobey me? Are you this stupid? Have you learnt nothing?
— Please, I don’t deserve this. Please, I’ll do better, I promise! — You tried to reason with him.
Every step he took in your direction, you took one backwards – to get as far from his reach as possible. Your body was moving on its own, you couldn’t think straight, tears blurring your vision. A prey stalked into a corner by its hunter.
— Stop it! — Within a quick few strides Kylo reached you and pressed his hand over your mouth, while the other painfully twisted within your hair. You squealed and tried to wriggle out of his grasp. — Quit your whining, before my patience runs out. You need to learn, but you better do it quickly, before I get tired of you. Do you understand?
When he didn’t receive an answer and you continued pathetically crying, Knight of Ren shook your entire body just to squeeze an answer out of you.
You didn’t know why and when, but your head nodded.
Kylo Ren released his grip on your face. His strong palms tore the robe off of your body and only when his grip tightened around the cleavage of the nightgown, you recovered. You tried to stop him, your hands curling around his wrist and forearm, pushing him away.
— Don’t do this, no! NO!
Two loud smacks filled the private chambers of the Supreme Leader. The man slapped you quite hard, impact making your head turn and spin. Your cheek burned. It burned deep below the muscle tissue and your skin was on fire. The pain ringing in your head, blinded you for a moment. Ren seized the opportunity and ripped the nightgown that was covering your naked body, leaving you bare and vulnerable. You weeped when the cold air of his room swept across your skin, leaving goosebumps.
— That’s how you repay my good will? — Kylo grabbed your throat and lifted your body slightly, so you were fighting for the ability to breathe on tiptoes. — Should I rather give you to my knights and let them train you, hm? All six of them, sadistic fuckers. Would you want that?
— N-No… Please, no.
— That’s what I thought.
The dark haired man forced you to fall on your stomach over his satin bed sheets. Before you even got the chance to crawl away or turn around, he was already straddling your hips from behind, his upper body leaning over and caging you beneath him.
— Please, please. Mercy!
You were chanting quietly in between sobs for him to stop this madness. But Kylo had you pinned down by your arms, his grips so tight it would leave deep purple bruises. You felt him struggling with his belt and trousers, before he pulled them down. You were hyperventilating, when he rubbed his crotch over your ass.
You could feel his erection clearly on your bare skin. Kylo Ren pushed your thighs apart with his knee, his strength was incomparable to yours. There was no way you could overpower or throw him off.
He was bigger than you, meaner and more brutal than anyone you knew. The Supreme Leader was taking some sick satisfaction from belittling and tormenting you, his dick excited to taste your tight, warm cunt.
— At least you’re pretty, huh? Will you sing for me, bird? — He whispered next to your ear, strands of his black hair tickling the side of your face.
When he got so close, you could smell his scent. And all you felt in your nostrils was blood, death and destruction.
You felt disgust when you noticed the leaking head of his cock pressing against your entrance. He didn’t bother to prepare you anyhow, you were nowhere near being wet enough to take him, but you knew Kylo was intending to hurt you, to cause you pain and discomfort. It all was just to humiliate you, to show where you belong. Beneath the feet of the greatest Knight of Ren.
So when he forced himself inside of your cunt, every one of your muscles tensed and you wailed in pain, spine bending backwards.
When he pushed himself to the hilt, you thought you were going to tear. He was thick and stuffed you to the brim. The sudden stretch burned, the head of his cock prodding against your cervix causing further discomfort.
— And you’ve been hiding this sweet body from me, all this time? — Kylo groaned, the feeling of your pussy squeezing around him causing mighty Ren to stutter. You were so tight. — I should have listened to my advisor sooner.
Kylo Ren wasn’t generous enough to give you the time to accommodate his size, before he started thrusting brutally. Each time his hips met the curves of your ass, you felt like he was fucking the air out of you. Or perhaps it was his weight pushing you into the mattress.
The sounds of skin slapping against skin filled your ears and you wanted to disappear. His cruel words echoed on a repeat, his strong hands crushing your forearms just to keep you in place.
Tears ran down the sides of your face, making a wet stain on the bed sheet. The salty taste of them spreaded over your lips and your cheek pulsated from the earlier punch.
— Your only purpose now — he spoke out of the sudden, maneuvering you onto your back and pushing his cock back inside causing you to whine — is to serve me and give me pleasure.
Kylo brought your legs over his hips, spreading them wider, before he leaned over your form on his forearms. He was so close and you couldn’t escape him. Every ounce of strength left your bruised hands as they found their way to his chest, slightly pushing against his muscular chest.
— Some would find it an honor, yet you’re just crying and whining. Wasn’t I good to you? At least you’re alive.
He slowed down the thrusts and your wails finally quietened. You were breathless, struggling to keep focus on the sentences he was forming. One of his hands started to caress the top of your head, almost like you were… a pet.
— After everything I’ve done, which you witnessed, wouldn’t you call yourself lucky? Although I have to admit I spoiled you. You’ve got too comfortable.
And then Kylo started to rut against your core once again with a ruthless pace. You gasped, when he buried himself deeper within each thrust. But this time you could feel the wetness that gathered between your folds and thighs, you could smell it up from there too – blood.
You cried out as your sensory system was overstimulated. Every inch of your existence hurt — sex, muscles, skin, eyes and mind. And on the top of your excruciating pain and discomfort there was a tickling sensation sneaking in your abdomen, a forming knot that was going to eventually burst.
— Oh, you’re getting off of this? — You heard his mocking voice above yourself. You turned your head to the side and pretended to curl in a small ball. Just to be invisible and to disappear.
— N-No.
One of his hands swung quickly towards your face. Afraid of another hit, you pressed your eyes together, but the impact never came. Ren gripped your jaw and shook it, to catch your attention back to him.
— Don’t fucking lie. I can feel you squeezing around me, I see the lust in your eyes and not a single thought. And those wet sounds — Kylo chuckled — that’s not you, huh?
He wasn’t even focusing on bringing you to the edge, why would he? Your pleasure wasn’t his concern. His on the other hand was your job. Within this brutal act Ren had one goal in mind – to humiliate and belittle you. So when he noticed you were holding yourself back somehow, he gritted his teeth.
— Cum, bitch. Your master commanded you to cum.
A couple of thrust more and with a sorrowful wail you came around his girth. Your limbs went numb, head tilting backwards, tangling your hair further. With a great effort you managed to swallow the saliva gathered in your mouth and tried to breathe, to calm down. But then there was this brute between your legs, still pounding into you, chasing his release.
— Thank me when I’m spilling into you — but you bit your lip instead, closing your mouth shut. Kylo reached to your nipple and pinched it painfully with his thumb and forefinger. You screamed in agony. — I told you to fucking thank me, dumb slut!
— T-Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you…
You were like a stuck chatterbox, repeating the same phrase over and over again just for his grip on your sensitive nipple finally released.
With a few more thrust, the Supreme Leader groaned and spilled his warm, sticky cum inside of your cunt. He halted his movements in the air, face hanging low above you – his hot breath swept over your blushed skin and his dark strands of hair tickled your forehead.
All you could feel was disgust. Towards him, towards yourself. Especially towards yourself. How could your body possibly enjoy in any way what he has done to you? The embarrassment heavied in your chest and you couldn’t find the strength to look at him.
Without a word he pulled out of you and got up. Then he disappeared in the bathroom, meanwhile you were lying there defenseless, body spasming from adrenaline and pain. Only after a while did you manage to sit up and examine the mess between your legs. And when you did take a look, you wanted to puke.
There was so much blood.
Blood from the bruising he caused upon you mixed with his spent. It was rubbed all over your inner thighs. Your hands were shaking, throat sore from all the crying. Since the First Order rose to power, you knew the world became a brutal place. But you never thought something as cruel and vicious might actually happen to you. And now, you were Kylo Ren’s toy sentenced to his wicked desires.
Ren walked out of the shower and placed a stack of folded clothes in front of you. He told you that these are your clothes now and you’re expected to put them on after the night. Then, he proceeded to sit back down next to you, as you wiped your face from tears.
— Come closer —Kylo patted the bed sheets next to him and slowly you scooped closer. You didn’t want another beating, you were tired. — You’re going to learn other ways to please your master.
The night was long.
It seemed endless and even when the sunrise enlightened the bedroom of the Supreme Leader, the pain remained as it was. When you awakened, still in his private chambers, your nightmare was gone.
You were sitting in a new dress – with cuts on both sides revealing your thighs and ribs, deep v-line barely covering your breasts, sleeveless so everybody could see the yellowish and purple bruises on your arms. Simple slippers and a head piece of small, golden plates separating at the bridge of your nose to the sides. It was an exotic type of fashion you had never seen before.
The only thing that was missing for now was a collar.
Kylo Ren wanted to put you on display like a trophy, so everybody could see his new slave girl. Every sign of your struggle and disobedience was imprinted on your skin. A lesson or a warning perhaps for the others.
There was one of the knights that came for you at some point. He escorted you to the throne room in complete silence, the man didn’t even bother to look at you. Kylo stated clearly last night that you were forbidden from looking at the others, so maybe his soldier boy was not allowed to do so too.
You gathered all of your pride and grace to appear unbothered. Although the walking part was a struggle, your crotch was still sore.
There was something that slipped through the Supreme Leader’s lips last night that gave you a glimpse of hope. He told you that you were nothing but his slave, yet with time, maybe in a couple of years you would give him an heir. And only then you would become his concubine, never the empress.
You were young and inexperienced, never really eager to step into politics like your father. However, life can be surprising and nobody really knows what the future holds. After all, we are the masters of our fates. Do you choose to be a meaningless pawn in a tyrant’s game?
No.
You’ve become a player. And with time and careful preparations you were going to take back what’s yours – freedom. But for now, you had to sing for him nicely just as you were told. Slowly, step by step.
Right now your priority was to survive.
The throne was on a pedestal and mighty Kylo Ren was sitting on it – proud and cruel. He curled his fingers pointing at you, he was calling you. You walked through the room, the Knight of Ren went in his own direction as you sat down on a cushion beneath the feet of the Supreme Leader. The man grinned and petted your head. A reward.
The legend of a raven haired boy named Ben Solo of a Skywalker ancestry was all a lie. There was no savior for the Galaxy, no messiah. That boy was long gone and a vile monster was born in his place.
The Supreme Leader, Emperor Kylo Ren with a little bird by his side.
A/N: Thoughts about dark Ghoap tricking a girl into their house...
Good looking and charismatic Johnny who successfully hit on you in a pub and was taking you home. What a shy thing you were in an Uber, constantly talking about how you’re not that kind of girl. Oh, of course he knew that. That’s why he picked you out. A decent, pretty thing.
The look of pure terror in your glossy eyes when you found yourself in Johnny’s house and there was someone already waiting for you two.
Simon, not as handsome as his boyfriend yet much more intimidating, was turning you around, carefully inspecting the gift he received. It was him, the big guy who forced his scarred hand into your damp panties and fingered you until you were all pliable and whiny.
Johnny boy would sit comfortably on the couch nearby, muscular thighs wide open and jeans lowered under his balls as he was fisting his own leaking cock and enjoying the show Ghost has put on.
Simon was pounding into your puffy cunt as the disgustingly wet noises and smell of sex filled the room. You were lying blushing and breathless underneath him, crying big tears, because Johnny has tricked you! :(
— Go on, lovie, wanna hear you scream for us.
He kept digging his thick fingers into your plush hips, fucking your poor, tired body back on himself until he was seated and your pussy filled.
You just had hope to be able to walk tomorrow, but the boys knew they wouldn’t even let you leave their house.
Another imagination of sleep with Konig, enjoy your comfort after ending the mission with Konig
the little guy is his son : ) (I saw a video of Konig lifting up his mask and showing his little toy" his son" to you, and I CAN'T GET RID OF HOW CUTE IT IS)
A/N: Thoughts about dark Ghoap tricking a girl into their house...
Good looking and charismatic Johnny who successfully hit on you in a pub and was taking you home. What a shy thing you were in an Uber, constantly talking about how you’re not that kind of girl. Oh, of course he knew that. That’s why he picked you out. A decent, pretty thing.
The look of pure terror in your glossy eyes when you found yourself in Johnny’s house and there was someone already waiting for you two.
Simon, not as handsome as his boyfriend yet much more intimidating, was turning you around, carefully inspecting the gift he received. It was him, the big guy who forced his scarred hand into your damp panties and fingered you until you were all pliable and whiny.
Johnny boy would sit comfortably on the couch nearby, muscular thighs wide open and jeans lowered under his balls as he was fisting his own leaking cock and enjoying the show Ghost has put on.
Simon was pounding into your puffy cunt as the disgustingly wet noises and smell of sex filled the room. You were lying blushing and breathless underneath him, crying big tears, because Johnny has tricked you! :(
— Go on, lovie, wanna hear you scream for us.
He kept digging his thick fingers into your plush hips, fucking your poor, tired body back on himself until he was seated and your pussy filled.
You just had hope to be able to walk tomorrow, but the boys knew they wouldn’t even let you leave their house.
König who is off deployment and waits for you to come home after a long day at university/work. He has already made dinner for both of you and put too much on your plate, because he is so used to his big military man appetite. And then he will act surprised that you didn’t eat your whole meal!
He’s a good cook and enjoys every time you two bake something together. And if you can’t or don’t like to do so, he would make you sit you on the counter and then read the recipe for him. Just to spend time with his precious girlfriend.
After dinner König would snatch you from your seat, because you were insisting on cleaning afterwards. He would place you in his lap in the old armchair you had. Your fingers tenderly massaging his coarse, scarred yet gentle hands of a giant as you listen to the stories he’s been telling.
When it comes to spending a rainy weekend afternoon, König would lie on top of you on the couch, but he would be very careful not to crush you! His torso between your legs, the man’s head over your chest. Hearing your heartbeat made him feel safe, at home. Your fingers entangled in his hair and the fingertips massaging the scalp. After a while, you can feel his calm and deep breaths as he has fallen asleep.
Cuddling with you on the couch was the best way to relax after another deployment. König would show you his gentle, soft side. A side no one from his work would ever see.
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