THE BROW FURROW...unf...he’s just confused by how willing you are to be a total baby brat
THE LIP/MOUTH THING...when he’s trying to contain his anger, he needs to calm down before he bends you over and spanks the daylights out of you.
THE TURN...like he knows you’ve done something naughty, you know you’ve done something naughty...the next move is what is unknown.
LIGHTSABER SPIN...this isn’t the best example of it but the idea of casually spinning your weapon, showing off your skills...verrrryy Daddy™️
THATS WHAT I’M TALKING ABOUT
and again, because I love it and I love him...MURDER DADDY! M U R D E R D A D D Y!!!!!
THE CAPE DROP....MAN, the sheer power and DRAMA here...big Daddy™️ Energy. He’s essentially like, “I’m about to fuck you until you cry but I’ll make you thank me for i afterwards”
And just as a compliment to the cape drop...THE STOMP...Raw “I’ll fuck you up” power from this...I dunno he is Daddy. I am whiny brat baby. FUUCk.
THE WHO IS SHE...Everytime he fucking speaks it is with so much authority there is no way this man isn’t DADDY AF. He’s talking to fucking palpatine here and asking a fucking question but IT DOES NOT SEEM LIKE A QUESTION. That is a COMMAND, much like “Get in your knees, little girl.You want my cum on your face? Good.”
AGAIN WITH THE INSANELY PERFECT COMMANDING VOICE....Daddy!Ren has commands and commands only. “That cunt, it belongs to me!” FUCK YES IT DOES. D A D D Y™️
THE BACK UP...I mean the is inargueably the sexiest most Daddy™️ thing he’s ever done. It’s just so practiced, so precise, he knows what the fuck he’s doing.
This concludes my ever growing list of things that Kylo does that have big Daddy™️ energy. Thank you.
OOC: Holy moly, I’m in quite the mood tonight it seems! If only I felt this motivated to work on orders rather than, say, my spontaneous musings.
Well, my dears, you know what to do. Sit back, relax with your favourite hot beverage, and let this caffeinated Barista chill you all once again. Please enjoy. ☕
“Shh. Shh.” The crackle of the baby monitor slowly pulls him from the thick fog of sleep, blinking as he glances at the alarm clock. It shows the time as 1:20 a.m., and he feels his wife shifting on his right. He realizes that it’s not his wife in the nursery, comforting their 3-month-old son.
When he asks his son why he keeps seating the table for three people, him, his mother, and himself, he smiles and replies, “Mommy is always with us, daddy.” He smiles and nods, but it’s forced as a chill dances up his spine.
“What are you doing?” he asks, watching his daughter as she sits on the staircase landing. She pries her eyes away from some point on the second floor, giggling as she replies, “Nothing, daddy~. I’m just talking!” “Talking? To who?” She looks at him, clearly confused as she tilts her head. “...To mommy.” His wife has been dead for a year...
“Wake up. Honey, you have to wake up!” Groggily, he’s wrenched from the land of dreams at his spouse’s voice. He shifts instinctively, brushing an arm over where his wife is lying in bed. Then he remembers that she was murdered by an intruder three years ago.
“I can’t sleep,” her voice hisses into his ear, her icy breath fanning the nape of his neck as she speaks softly. “It’s cold, and I can’t sleep.” He wakes up, trembling, his skin breaking out into a cold sweat. In the dim moonlight, he can make out that his hands are clutching the dress she is buried in.
“Daddy, can you check for monsters under my bed?” He smiles and complies for his son’s amusement---only to see him, another him, looking back at him. The small boy is clearly frightened, shivering as he whispers, “Daddy, there’s someone in my bed.”
“Remember when I was the daddy, and you were the child?” His child says to him one day, his tiny fingers gripping a crayon as he doddles in his colouring book. He replies that he doesn’t, and he watches as the bright light fades in his son’s eyes. He whispers in a hollow voice, “It’s going to be a lot more painful this time.”
“Repeat after me. There’s no such thing as monsters.” “T-There’s no such thing as monsters.” The child’s voice is shaky, quivering as she speaks, clutching a stuffed bear to her chest. “I-I’m not scared of the dark. Because you’ll protect me, mommy!” “I will, sweetie. I’ll always protect you and daddy.” The ghostly apparition of the little girl’s mother smiles, reaching forward to cup her child’s cheek in a cold, see-through palm.
On the anniversary of his wife’s untimely passing, he always finds himself reading the last text messages she sent him, and listening to her final message. The ache increases ten-fold thanks to her whispering, “I love you” and he feels himself smiling, despite the tears trailing down his cheeks. One day, he hears her voice crackling through the speakers, relaying a different message. “It’s time to move on, darling.”
This is wrong. That’s what he tells himself as the headlights glare over the gate of the cemetery, the tires crunching over gravel as it slows to a stop. You know it’s wrong! That’s what his mind hisses to him as he pries open the driver-side door, pausing to reach into the back seat where the shovel is. I know it’s wrong, and I don’t care! If I can’t be with them in life, then I’ll be with them in death. He’s comfortable with the fact that in a few days, the authorities won’t find two bodies in the nearby lake, but three.
Every morning at 6 a.m., and every evening at 6 p.m., he got a text from his wife. She always tells him that she loves him and their child, how she misses them both, and that she hopes that they’re safe and happy. He isn’t sure which unsettles him more. The fact that his phone is always turned off at both respective times, or the knowledge that his deceased wife is messaging him.
The shrill ringing of his cellphone wrestles him from a deep slumber. He blinks, still groggy, and rolls over. His eyes fix on the digital clock, the numbers glowing red in the darkness. It’s 3 a.m., and so, he fumbles for his phone, finally bringing it up in front of his tired eyes. He stares in silent shock, reading the sender of the message. It’s his wife. “I’m waiting for you. Can you pick me up?” It’s what she always asked him when she was alive...
I’m going insane. A single thought manages to wrestle for control of his mind, a contrast to his eyes as they’re threatening to pop out of his sockets. There’s an overwhelming stench of rot dominating his nostrils as he breathes in, and the sensation of icy fingers wrapped around his throat doesn’t go away. As he looks up into the pale face, the lifeless eyes of his dearly departed wife, as she keeps her cold, dirt-caked hands coiled around his neck, threatening to rob him of his life, he can only wheeze out, “Forgive me, my love.”
He makes it a force of habit to make sure his daughter gets a good night’s rest by warming up milk for her, and reading her bedtime stories. He always tells her that he loves her, but he always wakes up in the same padded room, greeted by the same nurse who reminds him so much of her. There’s a hollow look in her eyes as she smiles and tells him, “You were dreaming again.”
God I bet Kylo would be like,, so mad if you called him Daddy lmfao. But I think a part of him would love it and if you were deep enough into it and said it in the right moment, he’s totally reciprocate. But then afterwards, he’d grab your chin, “I told you not to call me that you nasty whore”.
I fucking love this. sooo I wrote it. Also I’m so sorry if this is shit i’m so tired...I dunno this might be a mess.
What Did You Just Call Me?
Rating: Explicit/NSFW
CW: Daddy!Ren, inappropriate use of the Force
Word Count: 1,338
Prompt: Kylo hates being called Daddy...for the most part.
It was so warm on his lap, you felt so…secure in his arms, the most secure you had ever felt. The universe you lived in was always shifting, the power dynamics always switched, you never felt like you had a handle on who was important. You didn’t feel like you ever said the right things. But he was secure. He was strong and he would protect you. He had never said it to you, he had never told you that he would take care of you but you knew it was true. It was in the way he whispered that you were his, the way his fingers gripped into your skin, how he kissed you and his voice got tight when he asked you if you were okay. You told him how much he meant to you, how much you needed him, he would just nod, tuck you under his chin and say something like,
“Quiet, now. Go to sleep.”
Now you clung to him, your arms around his neck, straddling him, your lips on his. His hands worked up your sides, his thumb brushed against the underside of your breasts. Under your dress your nipples started to stiffen immediately at the touch. Kylo’s hands moved over your breasts, grabbing them, kneading them through your dress. He could feel your nipples under his palms and he ghosted his fingers across them, earning a shiver and a sigh from you. His lips were so close to yours, you could feel his breath, you leaned in and kissed him, licking into your mouth. His fingers tightened on your nipple, teasing it to complete stiffness. You actually felt yourself get wet on his lap, and your teeth caught your lip,
“Oh…” you sighed.
“You like that, don’t you, little girl?” he asked you, still gentle twisting your nipple as you melted into him, feeling like your body was just mush underneath him.
“Yes,” you moaned. You pressed your lips to his, kissing him messily, your tongue running along his bottom lip and then shoving into his mouth. You wanted so much more and you didn’t want to be afraid of showing that to him. Kylo’s hands tightened on your waist, pulling you into him. You ground your hips down against his lap, you could feel how hard he was, it was extremely prominent between your legs. His hands bunched your dress up around your waist and you gasped as the cool air hit your naked lower body.
“You filthy girl, you didn’t wear anything under this?” he asked.
“No,” You said quietly, sweetly, feigning innocence. You looked up into his eyes and he tugged your dress up and off of you so you were completely naked on his lap.
“Tell me, slut, is your cunt already soaked?” he asked. You nodded slowly, your eyes connecting with his. He nodded too, you could feel the deep breaths he was taking into his chest. You could see the fire in his eyes, he wanted it like you wanted it. You wanted him to shove his cock as far into you as it would go and hold you down while you writhed on him. Sitting on his lap, feeling his hard dick between your legs made you need even more than usual. Quickly you were stripping him out of his clothes until he was shirtless and his pants were shoved down enough for his cock to be out, ready for you to sink down onto. Kylo’s hands dropped to your ass, he squeezed your ass and spread your cheeks and then he smacked it hard. You gasped and whined and his hand went back to your ass and spread it again. Your pussy spread a little as he gripped your ass.
“Sit back and take my cock.” He said. You nodded and then sat back. You felt the big head of his cock at your entrance, your lips parted, ready to accept it. You gasped, you started to stretch open for him. Your walls contracted, trying to drag him him, you wanted more. He stilled himself inside of you for a moment, the head of his cock just inside you.
“Oooohhhh ah! K-Kylo…more.” You whined, wiggling your hips down, trying to grind down into him to sit back on his cock but his hands held your hips.
“You want the rest of it?” he asked. You nodded and he thrust his hips up with no warning, filling you up. The breath was knocked out of you and with it you gasped,
“Daddy!” It had slipped out, as it had other times when he fucked you that well, when his cock had filled your relentlessly. Your eyes flew open to look into his, there was a deep anger there, but something else to, something he wanted to hide. He looked animalistic as his lips curled back and he growled.
“What did you just call me?” He asked, seated deep inside of you. Your pussy pulsed around his cock and you rocked your hips forward, grinding down on him, trying to get more and more.
“Daddy,” You whispered, your eyes meeting his. He smacked you across the face, you let out a rough, half strangled gasp. You buried your face into his shoulder and he started to thrust himself into you again. You were lost in the pleasure of it, his cock slammed into you over and over and you clutched yourself into him, lifting your hips and letting him fuck up into you. Your breath was forced out of you with each thrust, it felt so good, it felt like it would split you apart. He was so sturdy underneath you, you felt like you could let yourself go while you rode him, you felt like you could bounce on his cock and just completely lose track and he would be there, keeping you steady. “Ohhh Daddy! Yes! Daddy!” You moaned as you thrust your hips forward. You felt his hips stutter as you called him that, his fingers gripped into your flesh, his nails biting into your flesh. He growled, leaning into you and kissing you neck, his full lips traveling down your shoulder and then onto your chest. Kylo bit your nipple, making you contract around him again. You felt so close to entirely unraveling.
You felt an invisible touch on your clit, swirling around it, teasing it with soft, meaningful strokes. He wouldn’t do this to you if he hated that you called him that. The feeling on your clit made you renew your efforts to bounce up and down on his cock. “Ohhhh Daddy! Feels…feels…so good! You’re so…b-big!” You moaned, your eyes opened to his. His jaw clenched at the words and he thrust his hips up hard into you. The fluttering, dancing feeling of invisible touches on your clit sent spirals of lust spreading out from there. It held you tight in a vise grip, making it impossible to break away from the feeling, you were so close, all you wanted was to break open and cum.
He pounded himself into you, “Good girl, take my cock all the way inside you. You want to cum? You want to cum?” he snarled, “Look at me.” He said. Your eyes that had been rolling back into your head snapped onto his as everything burst inside you opening you open making you spasm on his cock. As your orgasm burst forth, so did his, his cock was buried in you as his cum spurted inside of you, you felt each torrent of it as you rode out the wave of pleasure.
“Daddy….oh...Daddy, give me your cum.” You moaned, leaning over into him. He grabbed you chin and force your face up to look at him,
“I told you not to call me that, you nasty whore.” He said. He gave your cheek a harsh pat but then he wrapped his arms around you and picked up up, standing to make his way to his bed.
idk if that makes ur uncomfy but may i request some daddy ben/kylo + a soft dom (idk it suits ben def more but you can decide
hi! this def does NOT make me uncomfy! I had another ask about Daddy!Ren so I kind of combined them, I hope thats okay for both of you. CW: Daddy Kink! Don’t read if you don’t like it.
Also, sorry if this is a mess, I swear i just forgot how to write smut for a second.
“You’ve been gone forever!” You whined the second he walked in, even though you knew he was probably tired, you knew he didn’t like the whining. But he had left you waiting for days. You knew his job was stressful, you knew that he had a lot of stuff to do, you knew he had missions and people to please but you wanted to be his most important person. Sometimes it was pretty obvious that you weren’t.
“I don’t want to hear the whining.” He said as he came into your quarters and immediately started to strip off his exterior layers. Cloak. Gloves. Overshirt. Boots. You wanted to stomp your foot and shout at him for making you worried, for making you bored, upset but at the same time you wanted to cling to him. He sank down in a chair and you watched him rake his fingers through his hair, pushing it away from his face.
“But…Daddy…” The word dripped out of your mouth like honey. You watched him go still, he turned his head and looked over at you. You knew the word struck a nerve in him, in every single way. Your eyes met his and you could see the spark in his eyes, it burned and it ignited something in you too.
“Come over here.” He said quietly, his voice bore no question. You made your way over to where he was sitting and you stood in front of him, putting your hands together in front of you and rocking back and forth nervously. His eyes moved over you and you watched his lip twitch upwards, towards a bit of a snarl. “Now,” he said, looking into your face. “If I hear one more whine out of your, I’ll have to punish you.” He said, his voice was dangerous and all it did was make you want to push. Push him. Push the situation. Push his patience. “Do you understand?” He asked.
“Yes,” You said.
“Yes, what?” He asked. You weren’t entirely sure what he wanted, sometimes it was ‘sir’, sometimes it was ‘Daddy’, sometimes it was ‘Supreme Leader’, you went with your gut,
“Yes, Daddy.” You said, your voice still gooey, sweet honey. You heard his breath catch, even if he hadn’t wanted you to hear it.
“Get on your knees,” He said. You did as you were told and he sat forward to look at you. His hand came out and he took your jaw in his hand, turning your face this way and that.
“Have you been a good girl while I was gone?” he asked. You nodded. His hand released you only so he could stroke your cheek with his thumb gentle. “Are you sure?” he asked.
“Yes, Daddy.” You said. His thumb moved over your lips, stroking them softly, running across your bottom lip,
“Open,” he said. You opened your mouth for him and he stuck his thumb into your mouth, stroking over your tongue. He pressed his thumb down and farther back. You closed your lips over his thumb, looking up at him and sucking on it, your eyes wide, sweet, innocent. He looked back down at you and he pressed his thumb back along your tongue. As he shoved his thumb in farther you opened your mouth, trying to take it for him. He raised his eyebrows and then tugged his thumb out of your mouth, replacing it with his pointer and middle finger. His long, thick fingers slid across your tongue and into the back of your throat. Without thinking about it, you whined and pulled back, trying not to wretch on his fingers.
“I told you no whining,” he said, his voice dark, threatening. He ripped his fingers out of your mouth and you gasped.
“No! Daddy, I wasn’t whining! It as an accident,” you said, but even as you spoke your voice became a whine. He reached down and grabbed you by your upper arm, his fingers closing tightly over your arm. You whined as he dragged you up. You knew struggling was pointless, but you shook your arms a little anyway, trying to loosen them from his grip. “Daddy!” You whined even more, dropping all pretense of trying to be good. He dragged you over his lap, planting his feet on the ground so your ass was in the air and your face was pressed into his leg.
“Little girls who don’t listen to what Daddy says get spanked.” He said, you could hear an intake of breath around the word ‘Daddy’ like it was almost too much for him to say. You were already in trouble though so you didn’t mention it. His hand moved up the backs of your bare thighs to the skirt of your dress and he shoved it up. He ran his hand along your underwear covered ass and you instinctively flinched, expecting immediate pain. He chuckled,
“Are you nervous?” he asked.
“Y-yes, Daddy.”
“Good.” He said and he grabbed your undies and tugged them down around your knees. His hand came down on your bottom without warning, spanking you sharply. You whined and struggled, reaching your hand back to try and cover your back. Kylo took your wrist and pinned it down with one hand while the other spanked your ass again. It stung and heat spread from where his hand made contact down into your pussy.
“Oh!” You gasped and you pressed yourself back towards his hand. He spanked you again, his hand moving in an upwards motion as it connected with your bottom. Your legs kicked up towards your ass, still instinctively responding to the pain. One of his legs moved around yours to keep them down and he spanked you once, twice, three more times in quick succession. Each time you whined and moaned louder. You could feel the excitement pulsing in your pussy, you were already soaking wet, just from getting spanked.
“Does that hurt?” he asked.
“Yes, Daddy!” you gasped as he spanked you again.
“I know, darling, but I have to teach you a lesson.” He said, his voice was rough but he was trying to be gentle with you. He was trying to teach you. Your brain might not have been capable of learning at the moment though.
“Yes, Daddy.” You said, trying to sound obedient, trying to sound like you wanted to do everything you could to be a good girl, even though being naughty was too fun. Kylo spanked you once more for good measure and you let out a little yelp. You were humming with need, instead of fighting with him anymore you were pressing yourself back towards his hand. He noticed and he made a tsking noise and shook his head,
“You like getting punished too much,” he breathed. You pressed your hips back and you felt his fingers moved lower, towards your pussy. He pressed his finger into you and you gasped.
“God, you’re soaked, little girl.” He said, you shivered. He moved his hand back up to her ass and grabbed it, spreading your cheeks a little. You felt yourself open a little for him, his eyes were trained on your pussy, you knew that.
“Do you want it that badly? That you’re getting this wet from a spanking?” he asked.
“Ooooh, yes Daddy! I wanna cum.” You moaned. “Its been too long,” you whined. You felt a distinct switch in the air then, his hand keeping your wrist pressed firmly into your back tightened and his whole body went tense.
“Whiny little brat.” He snapped. “You want to cum?” he asked. He shoved his middle finger deep into your pussy with no warning, you gasped and pressed yourself back. “Answer your Daddy, darling.” He said.
“Y-Yes.” You said, but you were tentative, there was something about the way he had asked if you wanted to cum that had scared you.
“Oh you do?” He asked. His finger pumped in and out of you. Your walls tightened around his finger. You were so wet, you must have been dripping onto his leg. Each time his fingers dragged in and out of you, you clenched around him. It had been so long since he had let you cum that you were practically dizzy with need for it. You opened your legs for him and pressed your hips up, begging for more with your actions.
“Yes, Daddy! I want more, please Daddy!” You begged with your words now, because you couldn’t help it. You were already close and you could already feel yourself getting nervous that he would stop soon. With the next thrust he added in his pointer finger, the stretch in your pussy was so good, you rocked yourself back onto his fingers as he pounded them into you. “Daddy! On my clit! Please!” You whined. You couldn’t believe your luck because as soon as you spoke you felt a pulsing stroke against your clit. He was using the Force to stroke against your clit. The feeling of the pure energy against your sensitive clit sent your heart into palpitations and made you thrust back against his fingers even harder.
“Ohhh stars!! I ’m so close!” You moaned, “Daddy! Daddy!” you whined.
“Greedy girl,” he said. That pulsing, vibrating energy rolled against your clit, stroking so gently over and over and over. Each stroke made your stomach contract, it made your pussy pulse and ache. You were going to cum at any second and you moaned, pressing yourself back, needing it. The force felt like delicate tendrils wrapping around your clit, stroking and not letting go. His fingers thrust deep inside of you one more time and he were tossed into the oblivion of your orgasm. You whined and shuddered,
“Yes! Daddy! Daddy! Oh!” You moaned and moaned and it seemed to go on and on. He wasn’t stopping though, his fingers kept their steady pace and the tendrils of the Force stayed wrapped around your clit. You were over sensitive, over stimulated and you couldn’t get it to stop. You struggled to get away from the feeling but it just kept going. Pleasure washed over you and then it was too intense, it made you squirm, it made you reel and writhe. You were nearly screaming.
“Daddy! No more! No! Too much! Its too…too…I’m going to cum again.” You gasped, he kept his fingers moving.
“You said you wanted to cum.” He said quietly.
“Yes…but- Oh! Too…too much!” you cried and the feelings relentlessly washed over you. Each orgasm that was pulled out of your made your body tremble even more. You were a shaking mess and there was nothing you could do, you tried to tug away from him but even if his fingers left your body, he’d still used the Force to stroke across your clit. It teased around it, stroking tight circles around your over sensitive clit. It ached and was too intense but the next orgasm built against your will. You were sweating and moaning and begging for it to be over but it just kept going.
“Good girl,” Kylo said, he had tugged his fingers out of you now and he stroked his hand down your back as each orgasm washed over you. “Daddy’s got you.” He said, but he didn’t stop, his concentration on the Force and using it to tease out orgasm after orgasm from you was never broken. He even sat you up and pulled you into his lap, cradling you gently as the Force continued to flick across your clit, sending you into more agonizing pleasure.
“Daddy!” You moaned, “Please…” You gasped. You’re hips gyrated, against the feeling, you couldn’t take it. You felt like you were going to pass out from the feeling, the intensity and the need. The need to get away from it and to cum as the same time. He looked into your eyes,
“You said you wanted this,” Kylo breathed.
“No more,” you gasped and right as your next orgasm burst, sending shocks through you the feeling was gone. You gasped and sobbed, turning and burying your face in his chest.
“Alright, darling, no more.” He said, rubbing your back as you gasped and tried to catch you breath.
Idk If you’d agree with this hc so if you don’t it’s fine but I feel like Daddy!Ren is not a softie, at all, 0%... but one day he was on a trip and he saw a plushie he thought his little would like so he was like “uh, sure” and bought it just because but when he gives it to her she’s all 🥺🥺🥺 for me??? And he’s like... it’s a plushie, calm down. Idk she’s all 🥺🥺 daddy!! And him being all his grumpy self ☺️
okay I was like…NOT expecting to like this as much as did but this is SO CUTE. I couldn’t help it. And this is so so so so fluffy but begrudging Kylo is too fun.
Because Of YouRating: MatureCW: Daddy!RenWord Count: 830Prompt/Summary: Kylo wants to give you a gift, but struggles with why he wants that.
Would you even appreciate it? Would you even care if he bought it for you? Kylo stared down at the tiny thing in his hand and wondered at how he ended up in this situation. He was standing at a roadside market in the village he couldn’t remember the name of on some nowhere planet in the Outer Rim, holding a toy. All because of you. You had done something to him, turned him into someone who saw a soft, huggable toy and felt the need to buy it for someone. His first questions stuck in his brain, would you care? He liked to think you would but then again…maybe he misread your affection. His hand twitched, moving to put the toy down but then he stopped, his gloved finger running over the blue bow that was tied around the neck of the stuffed and beautifully constructed Fathier. The fur on it was soft and probably made of real animal fur. There was no questioning the way your eyes would light up at the sight of the gift. Kylo cursed the day he met you and the way you wormed into his affection. He was about to buy you a stuffed toy, like some kind of lover might.
No. There was not point. He moved to put it back, but again, he stopped himself. What was wrong with him? You were supposed to just be a girl to him. A girl to fuck. A girl to release his tension to. To take out his frustrations on. To command and to hold when his body craved release. Somehow, you had become more. Somehow he had allowed you room in his mind, he had allowed you to take up space. You had whispered Daddy one time while he was fucking you and somehow, he had been lost. Now he was holding this stupid, infantile toy and he was going to buy it for you so he could watch your eyes light up. Kylo bought the toy and left quickly, making eye contact with absolutely no one.
When he returned to the ship much later, he found you in your shared quarters waiting for him patiently. Kylo produced the Fathier to you, holding it out,
“Here.” He said. You stared at it, it was beautiful, and cute and your heart melted at the gesture. You’re eyes went wide as you stared it in his big hand, you felt like it would disappear if you took it from him so you were completely still, just looking at it. He shook his hand a little, impatiently telling you to take it. You tentatively reached out for it and took it. Kylo immediately pulled his hand back as if that would negate the fact that he just gave it to you.
“For me?” You asked, your lower lip jutted out in a little pout, your eyes all big as you stared up at him standing in front of you. His face was blank as he stared back, as if he thought your question was stupid, which it was. Of course it was for you. Every stupid thing he did was for or because of you. Your hands ran over the soft fur and you hugged the stuffed toy into your chest. You already cherished it more than any of your other possessions and he could see that written plain as day all over your expression. “Oh Daddy! It’s so cute!” You squealed suddenly, your eyes still wide but a grin spreading over your face.
Kylo rolled his eyes at your squeal and looked away from you, down at the ground, “Calm down.” He said.
“No! It’s so nice of you, Daddy! You really thought to get it for me!?” You said excitedly, reaching out to take his hand while you held the toy against you with the other arm. “You must really like me…” You teased, rocking back and forth as you looked up at him. Kylo snorted,
“Yes, I saw a pointless toy and immediately thought of you.” He sniped, his lips twisting into a mean smirk as his eyes found yours again. You were still smiling though, he could see how little you believed that. He hid behind the comment and you knew it.
“I like it a lot, Daddy. Thank you.” You said, still squeezing the toy, refusing to let it out of your grip. His eyes moved over your face, taking in the smile and how bright you seemed now. He couldn’t help it, he needed to touch you. He reached out and brushed his thumb across your cheek, gentle and delicate. You stood up tall on your tip toes, reaching out to wrap your arms around his neck. He let you and he bent and kissed your lips,
“I’m sure you can figure out a way to show me how thankful you are.” Kylo said softly into your lips.
“Yes, Daddy.” You said back, still biting back a huge grin.
WE NEED MORE DADDY KYLO HEADCANONS💗💖 maybe he fucks you while you wear thigh high socks, one of his BIG shirts and hide your face one of your plushies because youre blushing so bad, hehe🌸💗💖 thank you💝💖💞
Okeeey here are a few more HCs about Daddy!Ren(its not exactly like what you requested buuut its hcs nonetheless)
+The first time you called Kylo that was while his cock was buried deep inside you and the word just slipped out, a breathy, gasping “Daddy!”
+He stopped and looked at you, at first his brow furrowed and his lips twisted down. You were afraid he hated it, you covered your face with his hands.
+ “Did you just call me Daddy?” He asked, his voice hitched a little over the word.
+ “Y-yes?”
+ His hips started moving again but this time in slow, languid strokes in and out of you, “Little slut, you want me to be your Daddy?” he asked, reaching down and grabbing your face, pinching your cheeks in one hand.
+You would not solemnly, your eyes rolling back at the feeling of his cock slowly filling you up only to be dragged away from you again. “You’re fucking filthy.” He said.
+ You moaned, unsure if he liked it our not you didn’t say it again as his cock filled you up again and again.
+ “Go on, say it. Call me Daddy.” he said. “Be Daddy’s little whore.” He breathed, his chest heaving.
+Your cunt tightened at that and you wrapped your legs around him, pulling him in. “Daddy, fuck me, oh! Daddy, yes!”
+Your cheeks were bright red even as you spoke the words that turned you on so much, you hid your face in your hands and whined as his cock pressed deep into yours.
+From then on when he really wanted to get you going all he would have to do is say something like, “Are you going to be a good girl for Daddy?”
+Or look at you sternly, “Do as Daddy says,”
+ “You want to call me Daddy? Then act like a good little girl.”
