Okay so I have been so getting so Obsessed with kylo ren ( from star wars ) and HIS LACK OF FICS ARE CONCERNING 😭😭😭 . CAN I PLEASE PLEASE REQUEST A LONG KYLO REN OBSESSIVE FIC WITH SMUTT PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE 🙏🙏🙏🙏
You do NOT have to beg. You give me fic requests and they turn into MASTERPIECES! Girl, keep sending them in, I beg you! Please!
Hope you like it, didn't turn out as obsessive, but I frisking love it so I hope you do too.
I Am Yours—That is All That Matters
Obsessive!Kylo Ren x AFAB!force-wielder!reader—in which, he sees you and falls, lurking in shadows but you have always seen him and the light inside of him. You are the one who brings him back.
TW: 18+ MDNI, one sex scene. Some angst as Ben misses his mom and dad, pregnancy and a kid. But like ANGST for a bit.
(Also Kylo Ren doesn't die in the battle because I CAN)
You were everything to Ben, everything in the world good and kind and right and beautiful. You were the universe and the galaxies and the stars and planets and suns in one form. You were the world with which he lived for, the religion he subscribed to, the place he worshipped.
You were his light and life and love, everything that he could ever want, ever desire. You were more than enough because you were everything. You had been since the First Order, since he saw you then, still beholden to the dark, to the history of his blood, the darkness that seduced him once. You were the first bit of light that he saw, someone strong and powerful in a way so strange and foreign to him. You were the light which drew him from the dark, the thing he would gladly give his life for over and over.
You were the one who brought him back to himself. To Ben. To the name which he had run from once, but never again. You were the one who loved him as Kylo Ren, the monster people feared and hated, cursed and obeyed in the same breaths. You were the one who loved him as Kylo Ren and who loves him now as Ben Solo.
Who loves him now as an ordinary man, husband and father. Who loved him when he was a commander, the one feared and obeyed and cursed and hated.
You were the one who gave him the one thing he had thought he’d never value. Love. You were the one who made him realize it did not have to be a weakness but a strength, something to come back for, to. You were his saviour. His light.
The one who guides him back from his demons and the dark.
And he watches you now, watches the way the star shines like a sun upon you, haloing you and the form of the child curled up beside you, your hand smoothing back their hair while they twine flowers together. He watches you and his child, this family he’s created, one he feels he doesn’t deserve, yet you remind him he does.
He watches and he remembers.
Remembers the first time he saw you, before he realized that love was light and dark and warm and cold and all things together. Before he had you.
Remembers the first time he saw you when wanting cut through the dark.
***
Kylo feels anger simmering within him, a familiar feeling, the one constant in his life, something never tempered only growing. It grows and grows, boiling his blood before he explodes, someone else on the receiving end, learning what it means to displease him, the Commander. He’s used to the feeling of rage and the burning and he doesn’t know what he would feel without it, without the rage and anger and hate and spite. The dark that showed him the truth long ago.
“Commander!” calls the voice of General Hux, the annoying man who believes he has more power than he does. “Commander, what would you like us to do about the prisoner in Detention Block AA-23?” Kylo turns then, his mask still on, an homage to his grandfather, the Chosen One of dark and light, with dark the one he followed.
“Kill them,” he says, voice coming out darker through the mask, the box bending and altering his voice, the sinister tone something like he imagines his grandfather would have had, the one who was beaten by the Skywalker. His uncle. Best not to think about that, about the past.
About Ben.
“But sire, we don’t have all the information you requested,” Hux says, his tone grating and pleading and annoying.
“Did I stutter, General?” Kylo demands, stepping forwards, dark heeled boots clicking across the metal floor, sinister and dark as it should be. “They haven’t told us in time so kill them. Now."
"Of course," Hux says, bowing his head once and stepping back, allowing Kylo to sweep from the room, stepping out into the hall, eyes scanning left and right before he turns and begins to walk away from Hux and his idiotic, passivity. He begins to start but then he hears a voice, one as sweet as it is strong, as powerful as it is kind.
He hears you.
“Armitage!” he hears you cry, spinning on his heel to look, taking in your appearance, the hair swept up, away from your face, your expression that of joy as the idiot general steps out of the room, sweeping you up in a hug, twirling you around while you giggle.
Kylo cannot help the tightening in his body, the anger in his veins. How could you find that idiot ever entertaining or kind or worthy enough of such affection? Didn’t you know—didn’t he know—that love was weakness? It only got you hurt?
Yet, Kylo couldn’t help wondering that if love was such a weakness why were his palms growing sweaty, his throat tightening and lungs restricting as he watched you, watched from the shadows of the hall that he blended in with. Watched as you began to walk with Hux, lecturing him and adjusting his jacket, anger and irritation and irrational jealousy rising within him as he sinks back into the shadow of one of the nooks, praying the two of you will not notice him and the way his hands clench and unclench at your closeness to the general.
“…but Armitage, must you truly be so…so particular. He says, kill the prisoners and you dare to tell him that they haven’t given what he wanted? This is a man known for his brutality! I do not want to have mourn you, brother, for a death from your own stupidity,” he hears you admonish, his heart both growing and constricting at your words because you speak the truth. Simply and plainly.
He used to delight in the way a dark one does in his reputation, hoping he grew worthy of his name, of his relation to the Dark One, but in your voice, in your words, mouth, thoughts, he finds it wrong. He finds shame in what once gave him pride, shame in that which he sought to create. The identity of himself as the perfect head of the First Order, the one who could promise retribution and a future. Could give the people what they needed, rule the galaxies with an iron fist.
But now…it seems wrong.
And he reaches up, removing his helmet and tucking it under his arm, expression sinking and blood draining as he watches you walk away, still hearing you whisper about him. And how he’s a monster made man.
He can’t have you thinking that, not when you make him feel this way, when you make his life different, changed.
No. No, he needs you to understand that he is a monster for his people because that is what they need.
And if you need a man, than that is what he will be.
***
“Darling!” you call now, turning to notice him standing in the doorway, your face lighting up when you see him and he cannot help the smile that forms in response at the sound of your voice, at the sight of you content and happy. “Come join us.”
He is helpless to disobey, has always been and he leaves the doorway of the house, cutting across the grass to you and your child, the one formed of the two of you and your love. The proof of his survival, of you bringing him back to the light. To himself.
And so he goes to you, sinking down before you, one hand coming to rest on your stomach where the second child grows, another one of the two of you. Something he never thought possible.
He also never thought it would be possible for you to love him, to lean back and rest your head on his shoulder, his arm coming around you, holding tight to you, supporting you as the stars like suns shine above you, casting a yellowed light upon the field of flowers before you. This is heaven, he thinks. It must be for only heaven could provide him something as perfect as this.
Because it is not so long ago that he thought you hated him, that this could never come to pass.
That you just saw him as the monster lurking in the shadow.
***
“You do realize I can hear you breathing through your mask, right, Commander?” you call out, turning slowly to face him, hand resting on your braid, fingers twined in the strands of hair as you attempt to unbraid it.
He’s been watching from the corridor, every door open for him and his mask and his power. His status. He’s been watching since he saw you walking with General Hux, since he heard you call him brutal, tone hinting at monstrosity. He’ s been watching and tormenting himself with the one thing he can never have. Love.
You.
He had come to the realization very quickly while watching that what he felt was love, that twisting and twining in his stomach, the flushing of his cheeks, the self-consciousness, the sweaty palms. It’s undignified and improper and no matter how he exercises his power, commands what he must, it doesn’t change. It cannot.
He knows this because he does remember his parents, their love, the stories. He remembers and he scorned them when the dark first came to call, to claim. He scorned the stories and love and faith and light and them. And now he wishes his father were here—here to slap him on the back and tell him that it’s normal, Ben, love makes an idiot of everyone. He wishes his mother were here—she’d comfort him in a way, in her way and it would be enough as it was when he was Ben. Her little boy.
He knows that his love cannot change and so he has not fought it, rather indulged in it, hoping you would never notice.
But you have. He should not be surprised, he knows the strength you command, the power, the skill. He knows the secrets that you harbour, the sensitivity within you, the same as he, a connection strong. He should not be surprised that you know he’s there when he has seen you use the Force, knows you can control it, manipulate it that energy which runs through all things.
He should not be surprised and yet he is.
“I did not realize my breaths were truly that loud,” he says, stepping out from the shadows, hands reaching and removing the mask, holding it before him like a shield as you level your stare on him, one with the force of a thousand suns, a thousand fires. One stronger than all the stars in all the galaxies known and unknown. But it is not a shield from you, rather from what he would like to do.
Because all he wants is you. You consume his waking thoughts and it is why he’s here, watching over you. He tortures himself but it is all that he has for even if you did not see the monster, the Commander Kylo Ren, you would not want him. He could still be Ben Solo, learning the way of the light and it would not matter. He knew long ago that love was not meant for him, not with the way he looked.
And yet, despite the fiery hatred burning in those precious eyes, he would almost assume that he saw attraction.
“Perhaps not,” you answer, fingers returning to their task, unravelling the braid, strands falling loose around you, “perhaps I am just sensitive.”
“To the dark or to the light?” he asks you, stepping closer, boots hitting the smooth metal surface of the floor, of your room. Your space in a place ruled by him.
“I sense them both,” you reply, lips parting just slightly, body tensing the closer he gets to you, his one hand coming from his helmet, the gloved extremity coming to twine through the strands of your hair, your body shivering at the contact, precious eyes closing for a moment.
“But which one do you feel the most?” he asks, presses, his voice low as he steps closer, like a moth drawn to a flame, needing you in a way he’s never needed anything. And he is rewarded by the sight of your eyes again, the flash of that fiery nature.
“Right now?” you ask and he nods, mouth growing dry at the closeness, his hand pushing the strands of your hair behind your ear, skin burning at the closeness to yours inside the gloves, his body reacting to the proximity. “Right now, I am most sensitive to the dark.”
And if he were anyone else, he might truly believe you want him like your words suggest. But he is not anyone else and he is but a monster.
Although, he would like to be your monster.
“You should not listen to the dark so close to night,” he whispers, willing you to pull away, place distance between the two of you but all you do is step closer, your body so close that he can feel the heat from your body against his own.
“But when I listen,” you whisper, eyes blazing with something he believes is hatred, unaware that it is desire, want and love, “I find that it’s afraid.”
“The dark is not afraid of anything,” he answers, withdrawing his hand from you, stepping back and placing his mask back on, obscuring himself from you, the flush of his cheeks obvious, the pupil-blown stare revealing too much.
“I think he is,” you answer and then you smile at him, a small smile, one he sees as victorious, but is truly sad. “I think he is afraid of the light.” And then you turn around, your back to him and he fades back into the shadows where he believes he belongs.
The place where everything falls silent.
***
“Do you wonder sometimes,” you muse, your head lifting from his shoulder, to guide your daughter up as she struggles, cubby legs failing to climb into your lap, your hands reaching and lifting her, placing her where she likes to sit, her small hands coming to rest with his on your belly, babbling about a sibling, her voice soft and far too much like yours.
It’s a miracle truly and all he thinks is that he wishes his father were here to see this, to know this. That his father were here to give him advice and congratulate him and tell him don’t fuck it up, kid. He feels like a child when confronted with the smallness and the sureness but also the frailness of his daughter, this life depending on him. He struggles to be a father, fears that he will do it wrong, mess it up. That he’ll ruin it all.
And all he wants is his father, but he can’t have his father because he killed him. He looked his father in the eye and took his life and yet all he wants is him back. He wants him here to teach him how to be a father.
“Wonder what?” he asks you, head turned and eyes on you and his daughter—Hanna, an homage to the man who should be here now.
“Do you wonder what it would be like if we had never met?” you finish and he can feel his body stiffen, eyes widening as he looks at you, the love of his life, at his daughter, at the swell of your stomach where your second child grows, kicking out against his hand.
“No,” he says, tone fierce and voice breaking in a way that has you turning your head to look at him with panic, Hanna turning too, childish eyes wide with exaggerated terror, a mimic of you, her mother. “No,” he says again, softer this time, his eyes locked upon yours, still so familiar and burning with ferocity like always, “because any life where we have never met is not a life worth living. You are my life, all that matters to me.” And he leans forwards pressing a soft open-mouthed kiss to your lips, one sweet yet cut short by the disgusted squeal, little two-year old Hanna lets out, small hand coming to hit his arm.
“No kiss, Mama,” she cries, tone indignant, face screwed up in disgust and disappointment. “Icky.” And he delights in the sound of your laugh as you pick her up, bringing her level with your face as you look deep into her eyes, eyes that burn with your fire but are a mirror of his dark brown, so deep they’re almost black.
“Would you rather we kiss you?” you ask her, tone light and teasing, speech giving way to laughter when she nods and Ben can’t help but smile, leaning forwards with you as you both place a kiss against her cheeks. “Better?” you ask her and she nods, a satisfied smile growing. “I fear we’ve spoiled her, Benny,” you tell him, turning to him, expression alight with delight and wonder at the same time.
“So, long as she is happy,” he whispers, mind on you and the first time he realized that you loved him, that you wanted him. The first time he realized and yet he felt more like a monster in that moment than ever before.
But you were there, pulling him back from the edge.
Pulling him back to the light.
***
“Kylo?!” you cry, running to him, your presence a constant in his life, his request that you assist him with sparring simply a disguise to have you with him in a way that wasn’t lurking in the shadows where you could feel him, sense him but never see him. He wanted you to see him, but not today.
Not with the blood of his father on his hands. Blood that will never wash off, never truly be clean because as much as he says he is Kylo, not Ben, he is. Ben is a part of him, is him, just not in entirety.
Because when he’s with you, sparring and talking, responding back to your quick wit, he feels like Ben, like the Jedi in training, not Kylo Ren the Sith. No, when he’s with you…
He feels human again.
And it’s why he doesn’t want you here, not now when he is more monster than man. When there is no man left inside of him, only darkness and despair and monstrosity.
“Leave me!” he cries, hand rising, the door between the two of slamming closed from his usage of the Force, only for it to open, your hand level with his, strength more than his while he cries, eyes clouded with the image of his father.
His ever-strong, ever-powerful father, crumpled, dying, his last words being for his son. For Ben and all Kylo did was embrace the dark by killing him, stabbing him. Ending the life of the strongest man he ever knew. “Yes, anything,” rings through his head, his father’s earnest expression, the hope in his eyes. The hope for Ben, the son that died yet seems to come back to life around you.
“No,” you answer, stepping into the room, letting your hand drop, the door slamming closed. “No, I won’t leave you.” Your eyes don’t burn like normal, but maybe he just can’t seem them through the image stained on his eyes, the image of his father dead.
Is it supposed to hurt this much when you embrace the dark?
He thought it would be easier.
“Why?” he asks you, his voice guttural as you kneel down before him, hands coming to grip his face, expression stern and strong and loving. Loving…?
“Because I love you,” you whisper and it’s like the world around him stops turning, that the darkness is frozen, that the Force is only between the two of you, like all that exists is you and him. You and him, you and him.
“You…You love…me?” he asks, voice not breaking so much as already broken and all you do is nod in answer, hands leaving his face to take his hands, pulling his dark gloves off, pale skin exposed, free of blood in the literal sense.
“What happened?” you ask him and he tells you, the story spilling from his lips as tears spill from his eyes, but all you do is hold still and steady, holding him tight, upright. You are the force for him, the only one that he will willingly submit to, obey and follow. You are uncontrollable and powerful and perfect and all-consuming. He could never feel or control the Force again so long as he has you.
Power means nothing without you and lurking in the corners, in the shadows is no longer enough for him. Nothing except you will ever be enough for him.
“This does not make you a monster,” you whisper when he’s finished and he looks up at you, eyes still blurry from tears, cheeks carved from crying.
“How does it not?” You reach forwards, hands wiping his tears away and then holding fast, forcing him to meet your eyes.
“Because you’ve been led astray, you’ve made a mistake. And yeah, it’s a big one, but you’re not a monster. All you know right now is the dark and Hans…he had too much hope and it got him killed cause you’re not ready yet, but you will be. You’re not a monster, you’re a man who thought he was doing the right thing,” you tell him and in your words, he hears something, a truth he didn’t notice before.
“Who are you?” he whispers and you smile at him, a slow small smile, as you reach one hand up, smoothing his hair back and down.
“Just someone who loves you, scars and bloody hands all.” And that’s enough for him. Somehow, he can see the light around the corner, can see the truth will come.
He just has to wait.
***
You step out of Hanna’s room, sighing as you close the door behind you, smiling at Ben, a tired smile, a happy smile and in your smile, he can see his mother. Not in you, but in his memories, the mother who never gave up on him, never stopped believing and loving him.
The mother who loved you just as much, who believed that you would be the one to save him, bring him back. The one who hoped.
And he wishes she were here too, here to help you, help him. No doubt, she’d be laughing at the kitchen table, sipping tea and sharing stories of him as a child, teasing him and sharing glances with you.
He wishes it were so, but it is not.
Everything has changed in this battle, but not you. Never you. He fell for you because of the sound of your voice, the way you looked, the way you spoke, the way his heart felt like it just began to beat the moment he heard your voice.
He fell for you because he was meant to. He was meant to fall for you, love you and be with you. Be yours and you are his.
That is the only good to have come from these battles, these shifts and changes. The only thing good, the only thing worthwhile in any universe. You over anyone.
You, forever.
Because he chose you and you chose him. Miraculously.
***
“Kylo, what’s wrong?” you cry, running into his room, the doors sliding closed behind you as you enter, hand on your belt, ready to draw your saber, the one thing you have kept hidden from the rest of the Order. Just as you hide your allegiance.
And he is tired of the secrets.
“Let’s fight,” he says, his voice carrying and all you do is arch a brow, lifting your saber from your belt, eyes narrowing at his, watching the red as it appears, contrasting with the…purple of yours. “Both,” he murmurs as you step forwards, striking and drawing back, parrying his blows and advancing with your own.
As the two of you spar, he can see it, the balance within you. The lack of conflict, the calm. He understands now why you responded both when he asked what you sensitive to. Because you have the balance between the two, that understanding of the force in ways very few do.
And he retreats, withdrawing from you and closing his saber, watching you do the same, expression stern and jaw set. “Did you get what you wanted?” you ask and all he does is charge forwards, a battle of a different sort on his mind as his hands find your waist, lips finding their way to yours in an open-mouthed embrace.
He fears he’s doing it wrong, that you don’t actually want it but all you do is respond in kind, pressing your lips to his, tongue darting into his mouth, touching his and he is gone, weak and yours. All yours.
He pushes you from your spot, back and back and back until your knees hit the bed and you fall back against it, your lips swollen from the kiss, eyes gone dark from pupils and desire. He wants to see you lose control, wants to see you lose control because of him. All because of him. He wants to watch you come undone.
“Do you want me?” he asks you and in response you grab the front of his uniform, pulling the shirt free from his pants, pulling him down to you, your legs wrapping around his hips, his face inches away from yours.
“I have always wanted you,” you whisper and then you crash your lips against his, his desire surging within him and he takes control, pulling and untangling your body from your clothes, mouth trailing from your lips to your neck, licking and sucking marks upon it, a part of him delighting in the way the skin changes, a visible sign of his love upon you.
You unwind your legs from his, allowing him to step back and strip, movements quick and clumsy as you readjust on the bed, shifting your body until it’s leaning against his pillows, legs bent at the knees, waiting, fingers drumming a rhythm on your bare stomach, eyes tracing every line of his body.
“God, you’re hot,” you murmur as he climbs onto the bed with you, his cock hard and ready for you, always you. Only you.
“Not even close,” he answers, pushing inside of you when you nod, groaning at the feeling of you around him, holding him.
“You’re beautiful,” you whisper as he brackets himself around you, his arms resting on either side of you, his face just inches above yours as he rocks his hips into yours, your legs wrapped around his hips, moving forwards with every thrust he has into you. You let out breathy moans, soft exhalations of his name as you press your lips against his scar, first the tip and the bottom. “Perfect,” you breathe out as he slams his hips into you, hitting that spot, that one that has a galaxy spinning before your eyes.
“Mine,” he groans as you flutter around him, clenching once tightly, pushing him closer and closer to his own release, the feeling so perfect that it’s almost painful.
“Yours,” you breathe, the last bit of the word rising into a moan as your release washes over you, flowing around him, the clench that which pushes him over the edge, has him spilling inside of you in thick, hot ribbons that have you gasping. “Don’t,” you tell him, grabbing his wrist and so he stays inside, collapsing beside you, wrapping his arms around you, feeling for once in his life, full and satisfied, the darkness beaten back to only reveal the light.
“Do you really think I’m beautiful?” he asks and is rewarded with your laugh as you crane your head over your shoulder to look at him.
“The most.”
***
“I regret many things,” he whispers now, late at night as he holds you tight against him, his body wrapped around you, holding firm as if he fears that you will disappear after all these years, slip away like his mother, join the force like his uncle or crumple like his father.
Although, he knows you will do of those things. That you are strong and that your love is enough.
It tethers the both of you here, always.
“I know,” you whisper, snuggling back in the warmth of his arms, your own hands coming to rest atop his.
“But never you.”
“I know that too.”
***
“Ben!” you cry, stepping forwards, your mastery of the Force, the balance within you, pulling him back, pulling him away from the brink. He’s here still. He’s alive.
He’s survived.
Because of you.
“You don’t do that again!” you yell, pulling him to his feet and slapping his chest, your other hand held tight against your mouth, stifling the final sob that threatens to escape from you. And he has the audacity to smile at you, lips curving up even as he feels like death.
“I won’t,” he answers, tone serious, gaze dropping to your stomach, the swell of the child growing within, the product of your many, many nights spent in his bed after the first time, his rooms becoming yours. “Who are you?” he asks again and he knows you know that he hasn’t forgotten but he’s waited long enough. He heard you call Hux brother, yet here you are with the Rebellion, a purple lightsaber, balance extreme within you.
“I’m yours,” you answer and he sighs in your arms, the darkness beaten back, Kylo gone, that piece of him gone, sacrificed and gone in order to save Rey, save the rest of the galaxy. End the power of the Sith like his father wanted, his mother, his uncle.
“Is that the only answer that I get?”
“It is the only one that matters.” And that, he knows, is the truth. Perhaps, the truth. The one that matters most.
You matter most.
No matter who you once were. So long as you are his, he shall be contented.
***
“Do you regret anything?” he asks you and he feels you stiffen once before shaking your head and looking up at him.
“Only that not everyone we need could be here now,” you reply, your one hand dropping from his to rub your stomach where your son grows, develops, begins. “And I was thinking of naming him Leigh, for your mother.”
And all he thinks in that moment, is that he doesn’t deserve you, has never deserved you. But he’ll keep this life all the same, undeserved or not.
Because you are his and that is the only truth that has ever mattered.
Warnings: Smut! MDNI 18+. Just pure filth. Unprotected sex, Oral (F rec), threesome (MMF), mutual masterbation, cum-swapping, inappropriate use of the force, spitting kink, dirty talk, teasing, eating out, swearing. You name it, it’s probably got it. Not proofread!
A.N: Uhh this is just sheer, pure, filth that came to me in a fever dream
Please let me know what else you guys would like! I do have a few other fics on the back-burner (for now!) that I'll start to post soon and just let me know if you'd liked to be tagged in further works too ✨
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Kylo watched you from the far side of the command deck doing just that, commanding the room and the people around you perfectly. They were all captivated by you. Terrified of you. Wanting to perfectly execute every task for you.
He mentally cursed himself, wishing he had the power to do just that himself. People barely tolerated him, only listening to his demands because he was commander. You were second to him but seemed to have held his rank around the people in the First Order.
“Your lost in thought.” A voice broke him from them. “Too lost.” Kylo looked down and found you beside him shroud in a similar black outfit to him.
He huffed, your arm pressed against his enough to know that you were there for him but not enough to draw suspicion from the others on the floor. Kylo just wished you were pressed up against him under the weight of his body again with a lot less clothes on. “I was just thinking.” He tightly replied, his breath hitching when your hand ‘accidentally’ softly crashed against his and lingered there for a moment too long before you pulled back. Your secret trysts had to remain just that.
You cleared your throat and focused again, pressing buttons in front of you while half-lecturing him. “They need guidance, not someone with their head in the stars.”
“As opposed to me with my head between your legs…” he swiftly countered and your head almost snapped clean off your shoulders. Kylo couldn’t help but smirk at your shocked expression.
“You need to focus.” You turned back to the panel, now chiding him despite a warm pooling sensation building within you.
Kylo let out a puff of amused air. “I don’t have to take orders from you, you’re beneath me.”
Your hand stopped from going to press a button in front of you, turning to Kylo you inched forward ever so slightly almost causing him to stumble back. “Funny…last night you did and you were beneath me.” You turned on your heel and gave out a quiet order to an officer nearby. “I have a guest arriving. Bring them to my quarters as soon as they do and have no one disturb me.”
It was a funny thing you and Kylo had, unspoken out of the walls of your bedrooms. You tolerated each other, professional enough in front of the First Order crew before dragging him to your quarters and treating him like your own personal toy. You both happily used each other, a mutual understanding and agreement to rely on a release from the other when things got to much- plus it helped he was easy on the eyes for you and available as much as you wanted him.
Kylo wasn’t aware however that you had a favourite toy.
One that you hadn’t seen in a little while. One that knew every dip, crease, line and ideal spot of your body. One that could satisfy beyond what Kylo could any day.
One that was on his way to you.
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You rummaged through the cabinets in your bathroom to find a vial, your heart beat steadying once you found it and a relieved sigh leaving your lips. You held it close to your chest and thanked the stars but upon closer inspection, it was running low. But enough for one more night.
You placed it back carefully and waited, sauntering in nothing but a silk black robe and a lacy set that matched. You knew it was his favourite.
A knock on the door made you jump and fluff your hair a little as you excitingly ran to it, ran to him. You opened it and your smile dropped. “Oh. It’s you.”
“Don’t sound so disappointed.” Kylo droned before looking down at your attire. “For me?” His voice picked up and he reached out to you, only for his hand to be swatted away.
“No. I’m going to bed.” That statement was true. Just going to bed with someone else. You peered out into the corridor. “You better go before someone sees you. Goodnight Kylo.” You closed the door on him and his shoulders dropped, he lingered for a true minute before realising that the door wasn’t going to open again.
The next time it knocked you opened it to another man in amour- he was virtually glistening. You bit down on your grin and invited him into your quarters. “It’s been too long.” You forced a pout and toyed with his belt with your fingers. “I’ve missed you, Mando.”
He brought his clothed hand to your cheek, tracing it down to your jaw and then to the small exposed slither of skin peaking out under your robe before pulling it back slightly to expose your shoulder. “It’s been far too long.” He knew it himself, cursed himself, borderline hated himself for it. So when a transmission reached his ship from you with coordinates he wasn’t too far from, he leaped at the opportunity to see you again.
You stepped back, he took in the candlelit room and the wine on the table, one glass was empty, the other enjoyed by you. “I got us wine, and a whole undisturbed night. I’m all yours.” You sat on the couch and patted the spot next to you. He removed some of his weapons and placed them to the side before sitting down with a clamouring of his armour. “Hmm this is new,” you lazily traced your finger over a new beskar plate and tapped on it with your nail causing him to inhale a sharp lungful of air. “What else is new?” You asked turning away to pour him a glass of wine.
“Same old, same old. Too many bounties to count.” He said with a sigh. “Busy. Too busy for the most gorgeous girl in all the galaxy.” He placed his hand on your silk covered thigh. “I wish I could have got to you sooner.” He sounded sincere, the ache unmissable even behind the distorted voice.
“Well you have tonight to make it up to me,” you smiled, trying to hide your own pain of not seeing him in so long and having to make use of a man who cried on you because he was so desperate to cum.
You looked up to him, heart starting to race again as you reached your hands out towards his helmet. He gripped your wrists softly stopping you before your fingertips reached the cold polished metal. “Is there enough?” He asked in hope.
“Just.” You quietly replied. He let go and you slowly removed his helmet from him. “Hi Din.” Your smile widened from ear to ear, eyes almost welling at the sight of seeing his looking at you. Your hardened demeanour softening ever so slightly around him, his own doing the same the moment you freed him from his helmet.
You placed it down and swapped it for the glass of wine, he took a mouthful and placed it down, grabbing the ties of your robe and pulling you forward onto him. You straddled him on your couch, hands running through his hair, Din melting from your touch. His eyes closed as you softly ran your hands over the back of his head, the taste of wine on hips lips again when you kissed him.
“Let’s not leave it as long next time,” he murmured against your lips. “I’d rather have you and not some random person, or my hand…” you softly giggled at his admission knowing no one had the power to compel him like you did. Not even his own self.
“Well, I was hoping my surprise would convince you,” he pulled back and raised a brow. You stood with a proud smirk on your face, letting the robe fall to a crushed pile of fabric by your feet. Din sat back in admiration as silk transformed into the finest lace in the galaxy, bringing his hand to his lips and then his heart. Those actions a reflection to how his rational thinking traveled when it came to you. “I remembered it was your favourite.” Din swiftly stood up and grabbed you by the waist causing you to hysterically giggle as he wrapped your thighs around his metal clad waist with one hand and strongly held you with the other all while showering you with passionate kisses before throwing you down on your soft dark sheets that framed you perfectly.
The set left little to the imagination, the more open work lace he saw, the more skin peaked through, your nipples barely covered by the fabric and the shine shimmering from the wet patch on your underwear practically made him growl at sight. Din ripped off his armour, hitting your floor with an almighty clamour and then pouncing on you. The aeons it felt like you were both away from each other disappearing into the stars and beyond.
He licked over the black fabric covering your breasts, pressing enough pressure from his teeth on your hardened nipple, enough to make you jolt in pleasure. Din moved to your neck, leaving enough marks that you’d remember this night with him for weeks to come. He placed his hand on top of your underwear and allowed a finger to press down against the fabric and graze over your clit. He knew every spot. Every point that brought you pleasure. Years of fine tuning your body to play the right chords.
A moan left your throat “Don’t tease.” You demanded and then gave him a quick peck on the lips. “Not tonight.”
“Can’t I play with you just a little longer…?” He asked, batting his eyelashes and sticking out his bottom lip. You moved forward and playfully bit it, he feigned a shocked gasp.
You mused for not even a second, you did secretly love being tossed back and forth by him. “Fine.” He mischievously grinned and went to kiss you again but you stopped him with the tip of your finger causing his eyes to droop. “But I won’t beg for you Din Djarin,” he always got chills when you said his full name. “You’ll follow my demands and fuck me when I ask for it.”
“Of course, General Y/L/N…” he teased and grabbed your wrist, pinning it down on your bed and then doing the same with the other. “Open that pretty, fuckable, little mouth of yours,” he asked and you did, he spit on your tongue and you smiled. Din made light work of removing the set. “I’m taking these with me,” he said motioning to your underwear in his hand before dragging the tip of his tongue over the wet patch on the fabric while his eyes remained locked on yours.
He tossed them to his armour and brought two fingers to your soaking wet heat, plunging them into you without any warning. You cried out in pleasure. You cried out his name. You sat up and clawed at the arm that pleased you, roughly kissing his shoulder and neck as he carried on. “No, no, no more. I want you. I need you.” You asked and he obeyed, pulling you closer to him and onto his cock. The two of you let out a strain of moans and swears, the feeling of you wrapped around each other flowing through your veins like a nostalgic memory. One neither of you forgot.
He sat up on your bed as you sat on him, gently guiding your hips with his hands up and down his cock as you shared god knows how many kisses. Your limbs became one as arms suffocated both your bodies, Din looked up and noticed the mirror angled near your bed. “You wanna see how pretty you look when you cum?” He asked and you looked at him in confusion. Din didn’t wait for your answer, instead he spun you around, still balls deep in your pussy as the reflection of both of you became your new focus.
He kept an arm around your waist, moving you rhythmically and occasionally groping your tits when he found the strength to. Your back against his hard chest and your legs spread just so he could enjoy the view of him fucking your pussy in the mirror too. Din moved his hand down, moans becoming louder as he caressed your clit and continued to fuck you. The back of your head inadvertently falling to his shoulder. “Dank farrik Din!” You hoarsely gritted out, words strained leaving your throat.
“I need you to watch yourself for me. Look at the mirror as we cum. You gotta see the fucking look on your face, so, so pretty.” His words struggled just as much especially after feeling you come undone on his hand and his cock, watching you watching yourself as you did.
You watched him as he came with an almighty moan into your ear, bucking his hips until the energy in his body depleted and he simply couldn’t any more. As you both caught your breaths he slowly lay down on your bed with you closely held against him, you reached your lips to his and allowed a kiss to linger. “There wouldn’t a galaxy if you didn’t exist in it.” You whispered against his cheek. He smiled, moving you from on top of him to beside him, you curled into his body and he didn’t let you go all night.
In the early hours while the ship was still quiet from most of the crew sleeping, you and Din started your process of saying goodbye for now. He sat in your bath and looked up to your sad eyes with even sadder ones as the vial you hunted for earlier spilled over his head and his bare body. A sacred ritual shared between you both that he deemed enough to redeeming himself for taking his helmet off for you. You closed the lid and turned away. “Was that the last of it?” He asked as you placed the now empty vial back and tightened your robe around your naked frame. You nodded, afraid to open your mouth and verbalise it.
“I’ll get more. It’ll take me a few days but I’ll get more.” You explained as the living waters you poured on him dried in before placing on his armour and crucially his helmet again. He looked down to the makeshift ceremonial pit that was your bath before turning to face you, a sinking feeling flooding his chest cavity. “Be safe. Come back to me soon.”
Din reached for your hand and squeezed it tightly before gently cupping your cheek, silently promising you that he would. “I’ll wait for your coordinates. I am always at your service.” He meant that with his whole heart- in pleasing you and in valour. The odd job undertaken for you always rewarded him greatly. Or rather you did.
You watched him leave, your eyes falling to the half drunk glasses of wine that now became another memory of him.
—•—
You were on the flight deck staying away from Kylo and trying not to snap his neck as much as Hux always wanted too.
“Trouble in paradise?” He asked, his snooty suck up tone causing you to roll your eyes.
“No,” you curtly replied. It had been days since you last saw Mando. Kylo itching a scratch enough to cope with the lack of having Din. Hux hummed unconvinced and you harshly sighed, lowering your voice. “If you’ve got something to say just spit it out.”
“I thought you were into the spit play?” He shot back and your eyebrows almost flew off your forehead. “I think you forget my room is beside Kylo’s…” he uttered. “And it would always be appreciated if you kept the noise to a minimum.”
“Sorry, Hux, sometimes these things can’t be helped,” you shot him a forced smile.
Hux contemplated his comment for a moment before actually saying it. “Oh but things can be helped by a Mandalorian…” he snickered when you slowly turned your head to him. “I see the flight logs. Maybe you’re getting more help than Kylo knows.”
You puffed out a laboured breath, trying to remain composed. “Or maybe you’re just jealous that you can’t get your back blown out by a Mandalorian.” You snapped back and he let out a bark of laughter.
“Ah yes because I would love to live vicariously through you.” He sarcastically retorted. “Where are you going?” He asked as you stormed away.
Truth be told, you didn’t know, you just walked down the corridors until a figure shroud in black turned the corner and froze in place when he saw you. “What’s the matter?” He asked. You didn’t answer him or hesitate to pull him to a tight, discreet spot close by- the two of you knowing them well during your secret rendezvous moments. You took his helmet off, not needing permission from how much living water you had- or at the moment didn’t- to do so. His dark locks cascading perfectly down his face just as you dropped the helmet and causing it to hit the ground with a clamour before you kissed him. Kylo didn’t dare question again, he simply embraced it.
Your teeth sunk into his lips and he opened his mouth moaning the second he felt your tongue press against his. He was a different kind of lover entirely to Din but still satisfied you enough to want more.
Your hands roamed across his broad frame, stopping at the top of his pants. You didn’t waist a second to reach your hand in and start stroking his cock. “O-oh fuck,” he all but whimpered against your skin. You increased your pace as his hand reached for the waistband of your pants and let his hand fall underneath your underwear. Your head fell back against the cold walls of the ship the two of you intensely staring at each other as you both touched one another in a dark corner no one else knew of.
Kylo recognised the look in your eyes, he saw it often in his own. Pent up tension. He didn’t prolong your agony for a moment longer and pulled down his pants, you did the same with your own and turning to face the wall. He slipped his cock between your wet folds and placed both hands over yours, fingers sinking between each other’s before thrusting his hips back and forth, the sound of slapping skin becoming louder and more vigorous with each thrust. “K-Kylo!” You moaned against the metal, he tried to shush you but ended up being even louder.
“C-can I cum? Cum in you? Please?” He all but begged. That was one of the differences between him and Din- he just did whereas Kylo pleaded. You cried out a broken yes, from pleasure and in permission. You soon felt the remnants of Kylo Ren slipping down your thighs. “Thank you.” You gave him what he needed before he even knew.
You nodded, catching your breath and composing yourself once more. “We should clean up and get back to work before anyone gets suspicious.” You told him before heading back into the well lit corridor and disappearing from view.
Kylo thought about that moment all day. He caught you again later that evening seeking out a round two. You were by a control pad, glancing down to the coordinates of the ship and a chill went down your spine. You could jump in your ship to Mandalore from where the ship was stationed.
“I can’t.” You replied and carried on walking.
“Why not?”
“I have things to do.”
“Like me?” Kylo said and you turned on your heel. “I’ve had to deal with Hux and his dronings this afternoon. I’m very tense. I need to release all my tension.”
“Release it with another one of your subordinates.” You stated cooly, walking away and stopping in your tracks when Kylo used the force to close a door on you.
“Why should I when you could just be my sub?” His voice was laced with mischievousness.
You smirked and shook your head no. “Give me a few hours. I’ll make it worth your while then.” Kylo agreed with a curt nod. You made your way to the flight deck.
—•—
You proudly gazed upon the full vial of the living waters in your cabinet.
You sent coordinates and a message dripping in hope to Din that the two of you could be reunited soon.
For the moment however, you went to Kylo’s quarters just as you agreed with him. He all but tossed you onto his large bed- larger than yours and pleaded with you to remove every single article of clothing you had on. He didn’t question the marks scattered over your neck.
You did as he wished just as a message was received in your own quarters unbeknownst to you, just as Kylo dived between your legs.
‘Tomorrow.’
—•—
You couldn’t take your eyes off the eight letter word. Your stomach was swirling like a nearby galaxy at the thought of you in his arms again and so soon.
Kylo barely saw you the entire day, questioning those in his path late into the evening if they had seen you.
“She asked not to be disturbed.” The unmistakable dull voice that belonged to Hux was ringing in Kylo’s ears. “It may or may not be due to the fact she has a visitor.”
Hux was a few feet away but his were in the air before he knew it when Kylo used the force to forcibly drag him into his grip and hold him by the neck. “What visitor?”
His pointed frantically to the screen while trying to breathe, an unknown ship docked on Kylo’s. He dropped Hux onto the floor not caring that he was groaning in pain and trying to breathe normally and made his way to your quarters. He knocked once. Then again. Then all but battered down the door.
“What’s that noise?” Din asked, moving his mouth from your pussy to the bottom of your stomach. You groaned and pushed his head back down.
“Probably this stupid old ship. We’re fine. Keep going and don’t stop until I tell you to.” You closed your eyes and sunk your head back into your pillows as Din sunk back into you again.
“Y/N!”
Your eyes shot open and Din had to disobey, pulling away hearing another voice angrily call out for you.
“Stay here.” You told him in a hushed voice and threw on a robe. When you walked out your room you saw Kylo there, chest racing up and down in rage and exhaustion from trying to open your door. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?!” You shrieked.
“Where is he.”
You remained composed, a poker face that won you any game. “Who?”
“You know who. Your visitor.” He spat. Maybe it didn’t win this game.
“I think we should all calm down.” Your head snapped around seeing Din in his armour again and approaching you both cautiously.
“Calm down? CALM DOWN?!” Kylo in his blinded rage saw red and took out his lightsaber. Din protectively pushed you behind him, forgetting for a moment that you were capable of defending yourself, and took out his blaster. Your room turning from a pleasure pit to a high pressure pit.
“ENOUGH!” You screamed, placing yourself directly between them both. “Stop waving about your silly little weapons and we can discuss this as adults!” It took a moment for them men to comply but they eventually holstered their weapons. “Good. Now sit.” You pointed to the couch and they sat down at the furthest possible points away from each other with a gentle clamouring of their armour while you stood in front of them with your hands on your hips. “Well, I didn’t expect this to ever happen.”
“Who even is this bantha bozo?” Din asked and Kylo sneered under his helmet.
“Who am I? Who are you?! You should know who I am! I could have you thrown in prison for coming aboard this ship!” Kylo snapped and you and Din shared an unamused look at his babbling false threats. “And why are you-” he cut himself off, glancing between the haphazard attempt Din had strewn together of the Mandalorians suit and the fact you were in a robe. He didn’t even put on his other glove.
“My little toys finally meeting…” you mused.
“Little?” Din questioned.
“Toys?” Kylo asked.
“You see, you’re handy, funny, a little desperate. We get a mutual benefit from our time together. A great fuck- mind blowing overall.” You directed between yourself and Kylo, he smirked and Din cleared his throat. “But you and I?” You turned to the Mandalorian “Are astronomical together. You know everything that pleases me.” Din puffed out his chest coyly. “But our moments are few and far between now.” It caused him to retract it back. “We are all guilty of seeking out pleasure in this forsaken universe. My guilty pleasure is you both Din Djarin and Kylo Ren.”
The two men’s limbs remained frozen, tense at the presence of the other and upon hearing you speak the other’s name for the first time. A small, devilish smirk graced your face. You were already in a messy situation with the two of them.
Why not make the most of it.
Without thinking you discarded your robe, the two men were taken aback as you stood in front of them naked. They couldn’t say a single word, a brief glance was shared between them both before returning their focus back to you.
“So.” You clasped your hands together. “I’ll be going back to bed. Din, let’s finish what we started.” You told him and then looked at Kylo. “You’re joining.”
You didn’t ask. You commanded Kylo.
The two men rose to their feet at the same time. Din softly stopping you in your tracks by grabbing your wrist, Kylo’s fist clenched at the sight.
Din’s silent gaze said more than his words ever could, you understood his ask. “He’s not your enemy. I’ll use the whole vial if I have to for you.” You told the man who remained silent. He nodded, just the once and then took off his helmet.
Kylo felt his breath catch, he knew Mandalorians were strict on the removal of their helmets. So why did he take it off for you. For the both of you. Kylo silently questioned before his train of thought derailed. “You coming or what?” Din lowly asked.
“Oh he will be…” you said in a sing song voice on the way to your bedroom. “Kylo you better not be wearing that awful suit and helmet when you get in here.”
Kylo slowly removed his helmet and his other garments before softly and tentatively walking to your bedroom that he knew well. Just not well enough with someone else there. When he walked in he noticed you curled closely to the Mandalorian who was wearing nothing and speaking to you in hushed tones, stopping when Kylo paused by the end of your bed- undoubtably talking about him and causing the commander to blush and allow a wave of nervousness to wash over him.
That all changed when Din nodded in approval taking a good look at him. “You look good. I can see why she wanted you.” He spoke like you weren’t lying by his side. “If I was on this ship I’d want you too.” A small smile graced your lips and you kissed Din’s shoulder. Din’s lips eventually reached yours and Kylo felt like he was suffocating watching you kiss another man. “Is he gonna join?” Din asked against your lips and you reached out for Kylo, that hand that he was so familiar with, that hand he held, kissed, pressed against his heart.
And took it.
You pulled him beside you, he softly stumbled onto your bed and you turned to lay flat on your back, pulling you into the burning chaos between you and Din. Kylo’s mouth latched itself onto your breast while you remained kissing Din, the Mandalorian taking it upon himself to swap positions. “Don’t say he’s not fair,” you breathlessly said before Kylo kissed you with as much passion as he could muster. You tapped Din’s arm and he completely understood what you were asking of him. He slowly moved up, Kylo too far gone kissing you to realise. You pressed two fingers to Kylo’s chin and moved his head towards Din’s. The Mandalorian capturing the lips of the ruthless knight of Ren.
Kylo froze for a moment, unsure of how to react, he’d never been in a predicament like this before. As Din continued kissing, Kylo kissed back. You hummed in delight watching the two melting into the other as their hands roamed over your body. “For what it’s worth,” Kylo caught his breath as he spoke “I’m glad she had you.”
“Well now you have me too. At least tonight anyway. Din clarified. “Besides, I’m glad it didn’t end in bloodshed and in a bed instead…my weapon has a lot more firepower.” Your eyes darted back and forth between the two, wary of how Kylo might have reacted to that jab.
He laughed “My weapon is bigger anyway.” You let out a soft snort watching the two playfully bicker.
“Behave boys,” you gently warned, threading your fingers between their locks of hair and pulling their heads gently back. They looked at you with admiration, you moved forward, your mouths colliding and clamouring against one another’s in one messy, wet, wonderful, chaotic crash.
Limbs blurred between your sheets as the three of you entwined amongst each other, clawing and pawing at bare skin you caught sight of. Kylo’s hand reached for your wet heat and hit against Din’s who had the same idea. They shared a look, a mutual understanding that they would share the responsibility of giving you the best night of your life. Kylo rubbed your clit while Din fingered you. “Don’t you just love her tight little hole, Kylo.” You let out a broken moan at Din’s words. “You won’t find a pussy as perfect as this in the entire universe.”
“Always so wet, always so ready,” Kylo added as he bent down and added his mouth to the mix.
“Ah fucking dank farrik!” You screamed and clutched tightly onto your sheets. “Shit that’s so good!” Your body arched in delight feeling Din’s fingers and Kylo’s hot mouth against your core. Your blood ran hot and beads of sweat began to form on your forehead.
“You can tell she’s gonna cum for us, Kylo.” Din murmured just loud enough that you heard too over your loud cries of sheer delight. He questioned how. “Her knuckles go white from gripping onto something so tightly and her eyes blow up.” He said and continued “Press your tongue hard and then lick once- you’ll have her spilling out screams.” Kylo took the advice of the stranger who was becoming less of one and did just that.
Kylo had never heard the noise you made leave your lips before, it was like music to his ears. You looked down and watched Din share some secrets from between the sheets, the two men practically conspiring your downfall into a pool of pleasure. Kylo did it again and you came with an almighty roar, Din had to pin you back down to the bed.
“Holy shit,” you panted catching your breath before finding a burst of energy and going into your knees, bouncing on the bedsheet. “More, more, more!” You gleefully requested. The two men laughed as you sat back and spread your legs for them, the two of them licking off the remnants of you from thier fingers and lips.
“I wanna watch the two of you.” Kylo timidly asked, you looked at the man with a small, slightly surprised smile. “I wanna watch you both fuck.”
“Let’s not deny him, baby. Let’s give him a show.” Din pulled you onto him and onto his cock that was throbbing for you and had been since Kylo first disturbed you both. The second you sunk onto him, the two of you let out a moan. Kylo sat back and took his own almost aching cock in his hand, jacking himself off to the sight of you and the unmasked Mandalorian. “Oh shit, look at him Y/N. That’s so fucking hot.” Din moaned, holding up your leg to allow a better view for Kylo and then bit your shoulder. You yelped in delight and laughed menacingly at having two men wrapped around your little finger.
“You gonna cum for us, Mando,” that name unleashed something within him like it often did. You knew him too well- sometimes he forgot that. “Show him what a big load you give me, how it’s dripping down me for days…” your words tumbled from your mouth just as he crumbled from under you, curses, pants and your name along with Kylo’s leaving his lips as he finally crashed on the bed.
Kylo watched him seeping from you, how his cum mixed with your own wet heat. As Din caught his breath Kylo moved forward and brought his mouth to your pussy again, you groaned out feeling his tongue on you again, this time practically gulping you and what remained of Din down his throat as his heart clamoured against his chest at the taste of you both at the same time.
“Your turn Kylo,” Din motioned to your limp body while his eyes were locked onto Kylo’s. “Show me what that big weapon can do.” Kylo scrambled to align his cock with your pussy and thrusted himself quickly into you. You gripped onto Kylo’s hips as he fucked you frantically wanting a release that his hand couldn’t quite give him moments ago.
“Do the…thing! Do the thing to Din!” You struggled to catch your breath but Kylo caught on to your request. He held his hand out, the force lacing between his fingers to take charge of Din’s body without even touching it. Din’s body widely contorted in pleasure as he felt an invisible grip tighten on his cock, it almost felt like he was back inside of you again despite laying on his back beside you and watching another man fuck you.
Kylo watched you both under him, under his command, under his power.
And that’s what caused him to completely and utterly come undone, pulling out of you just in time to spray both your and Din’s stomach with his cum before falling flat on his face beside you, the force disappearing into thin air.
The three of you frantically breathed in and out, the only sound that filled your room. The two men either side of you closed the space that separated you from then and buried into your body. “Well, I’m glad the two of you finally met.”
A few hours later you were sitting on the lip of your bath with Din in it, Kylo quietly sleeping in the next room. Or so you thought. He was lingering by the doorframe and listening to your quiet moment with the Mandalorian. Kylo watched as he quietly kissed your arms, the two of you looking at each other with sad expressions instead of ones contorted with sheer pleasure. “He seems good for you, well when I’m not around.” He half joked and you just about cracked a smile. “Especially when he does that force thing. Can’t imagine you hating that,” he snorted. “Can we trust him?”
You ran a hand through his hair. “He won’t tell a soul, you have my word.” Kylo watched as you grabbed a vial that was beside you and opened it.
“Just a drop then.” Din confirmed, a sigh of relief leaving your lips. “Tonight will remain between us all.” You relinquished him of his sins from taking his helmet off with a drop of the living waters that drenched him as much as you and Kylo did. “I wish it didn’t have to be like this.”
“The First Order is always recruiting,” you said as you turned away from him, trying to make light of the situation when in fact a tear slipped down your cheek and you quickly wiped it away. Kylo watching with a heavy heart as you did- he had never saw you shed a tear before in sadness. “Until next time. Stay safe. Come back to me.” You said and looked up spotting Kylo lingering by the door. “Come back to us both.”
You stepped outside and let Din get ready to leave.
“What was that all about?” Kylo asked about your unspoken ritual. You sighed and sat down, encouraging him to sit with you as he wore one of your robes to keep himself a little more modest.
“A sacred goodbye. He needs to be touched by the living waters found on Mandalore because he removed his helmet for us.” Your lips pursed “We do it every single time.” As if on queue, Din appeared, his beskar mix clamouring together, the noise filling the space.
“I’ll wait eagerly for your coordinates. I am always at your service.” His robotic voice filled your ears. “That now includes yours.” Din held his hand out and Kylo shook it. “Take good care of our girl.”
You blew the Mandalorian a kiss and he pretended to catch it, pressing it against his metal covered heart and vanishing behind your door.
do you think i could request a kylo ren x reader smut, please? whatever happens is up to you but something filthy would be great, very dominant kylo please <3
bonus points if the reader is a lil bit of a brat and forced into submission (only if you're comfy with it).
(p.s. no rush. take your time <3)
spit it out
pairing: kylo ren x reader
synopsis: your disobedience earns you a punishment
his body weight was crushing you with every thrust. you stifled a moan as he bottomed out, his balls smacking against your ass as you struggled to breathe. you gripped at the sheets under you and heaved for a breathe, but kylo was relentless. he had been controlling your breathes, using the force to choke you as he wanted.
you had cum at least twice already, reluctantly as you refused to give him the satisfaction. but kylo knew what you were trying to do, pissing him off was only hurting you more.
he gripped your legs, shuddering as you squeezed your cunt around his length. “fuck-“ he grunted, and continued to drill into you.
you looked at him, teeth gnashing as he moved to grab at your jaw. he held you tightly, “cum. cum!” he yelled, but your refusal was evident.
you let your eyes roll back into your head as you ignored the knot in your belly. he felt so fucking good inside of you, you wanted to cum, wanted to feel him inside of you while you skyrocketed into pleasure, but you refused.
kylo had overlooked you for a mission, instead letting a group of young stormtroopers go instead. you had been unable to contain your anger and yelled at him in front of his crew, in front of general hux. the embarrassment alone had earned you a spanking. but your attitude had earned you a place under him, struggling to breathe and stuffed with cum.
he smacked the flesh of your ass for encouragement, “fucking cum!” his words echoed in your mind and you contemplated letting go, giving him what he wanted. but kylo did not give you what you wanted, and refused to explain himself to you.
you ignored him and felt the air constrict in your lungs, “the stormtroopers i sent will die. it’s a deadly mission, you think i wanted you on that?” he looked down at you, breathing heavily as his hand moved down to your clit.
he thrusted at an angle, focusing the force on choking you, “you didn’t think about that, you dumb fucking baby.” he insulted you and smacked your ass again.
you felt the pressure release off your throat and you heaved for a breath. you felt tears prick at your eyes as his hand brought you to your orgasm. as much as you wanted to keep being stubborn and upset, there was truth in his words. of course he would not let you die, and you were dumb to think he would.
you reached out to grip his arm, moaning loudly as he made you cum.
kylo settled back for a moment, watching you shudder as the pleasure washed over you. as your defeat lingered, kylo got on top of you again, “we are not done.” he whispered, thrusting into you suddenly.
Waking up | Kylo Ren x Reader Smut One Shot. 18+. MINORS DNI.
Word count: 1.17K
Content warning: fem!reader x Kylo; zero plot just smut, piv (unprotected), a bit sleepy I guess?, fainting mentioned
Author’s note: This is a 'hey, I'm alive' short shot (although I do have a cold). Next part of Insufferable in the works, meanwhile I hope you enjoy this one ;)
Y/N woke up in the middle of the night.
She didn't remember much. Last night, there was a fight, a scramble with the Resistance somewhere at the base, and she fainted amidst the chaos. It was Kylo who took her into his own arms and, after Y/N had been checked by the medics, brought her to his own chambers. She came to in his arms, and slept in them later on, feeling safer than ever before. It was their first time feeling each other's bodies up close, and despite the exhaustion of the battle, other things did come to their minds. After a day they both spent on exchanging tense glances, as if unsure if they should act on their desires, she fell asleep again… But not for long.
Kylo was sitting in the armchair next to the bed with his shirt open, reading something on his datapad despite the late hour. When he saw her stir, however, he immediately set it aside.
"Finally," he said with clear relief, setting the black, silky sheets aside.
Y/N slowly rubbed her eyes, trying to make them work after the nap. She almost felt like she woke up in another dimension.
"Come here," he said quietly, then kissed her gently on the lips as if waking the Sleeping Beauty. Y/N smiled at that, but she knew it was barely scratching the surface. Such light kisses were not what Kylo was known for.
"Do you ever sleep?" she asked as she kept on rubbing her eyes. Kylo let out a short chuckle and soon enough, his hands were on her, unable to stay at his sides.
She suddenly felt him starting to unbutton her shirt. She didn't oppose, quite the contrary - she was grateful, because she felt like she was sweating excessively from the heat of the nap, and yet her pounding head remembered that she had absolutely nothing on under her shirt.
Kylo seemed to have noticed it at the same time. When she felt that nothing was covering her chest anymore, she heard his heavy breathing. It happened and she couldn't even hide behind her hair.
Y/N almost jumped when she felt his icy cold hand between her breasts. He didn't even have his gloves on.
"Don't worry, you're safe… Can you breathe normally?" he asked with genuine concern, so different from his usual demeanour.
"Definitely not now," she replied, gasping for breath. He felt her heart beating beneath his hand and he couldn't explain why he couldn't take his hand away. He moved it slightly to the left breast, which had consequences for both of them.
The excitement surged through them with redoubled force. Y/N unconsciously tightened her grip on the sheets, lifting her legs just a little.
"Your heart is beating too fast," Kylo gasped, and then she finally managed to open her eyes. Kylo's huge frame was leaning over her, without his helmet, and he was piercing her with such eyes that made her feel small and completely exposed.
"If you keep on doing this… It will," she looked at his hand, still on her bare breast, "it will beat even faster."
Another shiver ran through her, and a strange, tingling sensation appeared in her lower abdomen. Kylo slowly, with little pressure, moved his hand from her breast, along her belly, to the waistband of her pants. He pulled it down and, although she couldn't see it from her position, it was too low for any decency.
The situation was clear to both of them: the tension that had been growing between them for a long time was finally going to explode. He froze in that position for a moment.
"Do you feel okay?" he whispered.
She looked at his hand, then back at him with a soft smile.
"I do… But you could make it better."
A new wave of excitement washed over both of them as Kylo climbed back onto the bed and hovered over her.
He used the Force to take her clothes off of her after she gave him an encouraging nod. Soon, there was no turning back. She lay before him, fully exposed, shackled by so many emotions she couldn't shake off. Something stirred in Kylo as he stared at her shamelessly, admiring what he had revealed. He had been thinking about this moment ever since he met her years ago.
He raised both of his hands to place them on either side of her, keeping himself comfortably above her. He could see that she liked it as she ogled him from underneath, trying to catch a glimpse of his partially exposed chest.
When Kylo lowered himself to kiss her once again, everything around them disappeared. Flesh began to rub against flesh, and their hearts began to beat in the same rhythm. Y/N buried her hands in his hair, and with one hand he lifted her by the waist, holding her as close to him as possible. When the frenzy subsided enough for her to regain some rational thought, after what felt like an eternity, she tore her mouth away from him and pulled his head towards her.
"I want you, Kylo," she whispered straight into his ear. She made Kylo feel things that he never thought were possible.
He moved closer to her ear, brushing his lips against it and whispered, "You'll get what you want."
He removed the hand that was supporting her waist and moved it to her right knee. He slowly moved one of her legs to the side, then did the same with the other. There was another burst of emotions, and she clutched the sheets again. She closed her eyes, waiting for him to move.
He used the Force again, this time to get rid of his own pants. Y/N knew he was ready and she couldn't wait. Everything else was forgotten, the only thing that mattered to them was the other person.
Kylo moved his hand under her waist again to lift her a little, and placed his other hand on the headboard of the bed. He lowered himself, she moaned, and the clock struck midnight. He filled her up to the brim, much larger than she was, able to hold her like a doll. She didn't even expect him to feel half as good as he did.
Kylo waved a hand, putting out all the lights in the room. Their other senses went crazy. He couldn't believe the effect her moan had on him when he jerked forward for the first time. The lack of light captured the imagination of both of them, stirring the blood in their veins.
No one could hear those heavy breaths, moans and whispers, the rustle of the sheets, not even the moon was a witness to them, hidden somewhere behind the clouds from which white fluff was falling. It was just the two of them, darkness and pleasure like they had never experienced before.
And Y/N had a feeling it wasn't the last time she could wake up to this.
DUB-CON, DARK ELEMENTS. DON'T READ IF EASILY TRIGGERED.
MDNI.
All of the puzzle pieces were falling into place now.
The barking of orders directly in your face within a crowd of personnel, the meetings in his office based on your 'performance', the way the shadow of his mask always managed to linger on you for just a second or two too long during conference meetings.
He wasn't criticizing you, he didn't hate you.
He was obsessed with you.
It was evident in the way his hips snapped against yours with each depraved groan in the droid repair closet on the southside of the Finalizer.
How did you get here?
You want to say the catalyst was a week from today when he called you into his office for one of his little chats; he seemed so ardent, specifically with you. You had taken it upon yourself to ask some acquaintance coworkers if they were receiving the same treatment a day prior, to which you were answered with a look like you had just announced you had a bomb on the ship.
You straightened your shoulders, walked through the doors with that same robotic-reminiscent stride, standing besides one of the only chairs on the other side of his desk, waiting for permission.
"Sit."
You obeyed, taking a seat against the cushion. His mask cocked to the side slightly, unreadable through his visor.
"You're trembling."
You swallowed thickly. What were you to say?
"Forgive me, Supreme Leader. I'm not sure why."
"I know exactly why." He stood from his desk, something he had never done before. "Someone has been putting their nose in places it doesn't belong."
Your throat tightened, and despite your complexion not wavering, your brain was catapulting into light speed, filing through all the ways he was about to kill you.
The meetings usually didn't carry this flow. Instead, it was usually Kylo critiquing you on the way you answered a question at a meeting, how you were standing in line for roll call, minuscule things that usually left you restraining from rolling your eyes.
You opened your mouth to try to at least reach for denial, but it never came. You couldn't lie to him.
"You can always just ask me." He added, now standing directly in front of you. You had to tilt your head up to meet his visor. His modulator crackled with a sigh. "Honesty is rewarded."
You stared at him, still weighing if you should continue to insist your obliviousness or come clean. Kylo Ren was a wild card you didn't want to pull.
The fluorescent lights buzzed above you.
"Could you ever find the grace to forgive me for my incompetence, Supreme Leader?"
His gloved hand was electric against your skin, you swore you flinched. His thumb grazed against the side of your jaw, prodding against the plush of your cheeks. He would forgive you.
But forgiveness to Kylo Ren carried a different definition than most.
His uncanny gentle touch was soon replaced with his usual fiery violence, and you were sent crashing backwards in the chair and onto the floor from just how hard he slapped the shit out of you. It stung immediately, blazing red in the reflection of his mask.
Iron flooded your mouth, dribbling in the corner and pooling where he was just holding you tenderly moments ago.
"To think, I was ready to make you a General. Perhaps I should be beaten for my own incompetence." He chided, unbothered. "Stand."
Your body followed the order before your mind could make the decision for you. A single drop of blood beading down to the inky tile below you.
"Do you know why I struck you?"
You swallowed the rest of the blood coating your mouth, cringing in the process. If you were too slow with another answer, you could get slapped again, or worse.
"For overstepping, Supreme Leader."
His mask seemed to steam with exhaust, and you were prepping yourself for another strike, a kick to the ribs, something more, something worse. You closed your eyes and clenched your entire body in defense.
But nothing came.
You opened your eyes when the sound of metal hitting the floor startled you, and in front of you was a maskless Kylo Ren.
Waves of midnight swirled and curled around his jaw, ridged nose, skin pale from the neglect of sunlight, and eyes that burned a deep ember like the Sith tales you heard as a child.
He was beautiful.
"Wrong." He replied, and the expected blow to your ribs came blunt, knocking you back once more with a groan. More blood smeared onto the tile, knocked from your lips in protest. The sharp pain in your chest seeped and leaked into a dull bloom of heat that trickled all the way down to your core.
That's new.
"It was a lesson. Mercy is earned, not given."
You peered up at him. His eyes were unwavering in a look somewhere between disgust and indifference. He was human, and nothing terrified you more. Behind that mask, personnel speculated droid, Hutt, some creature from the darker corners of the galaxy.
No, he was human, and he was beautiful.
"Stand."
Your body, like strings on a marionette, stood despite the bruising protest from your ribs. A ghost of a smirk pulled at the corner of his lips.
"What do you think it takes to become a General of the first order?"
You didn't linger this time for an answer. You instead accepted your fate. "Obedience."
His tongue clicked, and you were stumbling back from a blow to your other cheek. Tears threatened your eyes, mixing with the reintroduction of blood in your mouth.
"Devotion." He corrected you, burning holes through your body with his gaze. It trailed from your face, all the way down to stop just below your belt. "Devotion is the answer you're looking for."
You swallowed hard, forcing more blood down your throat before dropping to your knees, looking up at your Supreme Leader. He was all you had ever known. A self-proclaimed benevolent beacon of light that would guide the galaxy to peace by all means possible. It was death or devotion.
"Then allow me to devote myself entirely to you."
His eyes squinted before retracting to their original unbothered stare, as if he was analyzing you like a droid would. He cocked his head to the side again, and it almost made you smile. You recalled all the times his mask tilted to the side, wondering if he carried this same face behind it.
"Devotion is not a spoken word. Words are meaningless in the vacuum of space." He slowly circled around you, boots like thunder on the floor. He landed behind you, and you bent your neck all the way back to stare up at him. "Devotion is surrendering your all. Devotion is taking a saber, a dagger, a bullet for your Supreme Leader. Devotion is bowing your head and nodding even when all signs point to protest. I haven't seen this devotion from you just yet." He spoke your last name. It's the first time you've heard it without the distortion of his vocoder.
You could hear him say it again.
"Then allow me to prove it to you in the coming days, Supreme Leader." You smiled despite the blood staining your teeth, despite the purple already blooming along your cheek, despite the crack you could feel shift every time you took a breath too sharp.
And he allowed you a ghost of a smirk in response.
"We'll see."
That was where it started.
It truly was the beginning of the end when you were carrying out your duties a week later. The work day was drawing to an end, files stuffed into your arms. Kylo had left you alone since the incident in his office, the purple on your cheek was melting into a faint yellow, and one of the medical droids, after a good lecturing, healed your cracked rib from where you claimed you "fell".
All of your peers knew better.
You just had to make it down this hallway and to the right, give these files to General Hux, and you could call it a day. That's how it should have been. It should have been that simple.
But Kylo Ren, of course, had other plans.
Your feet stuck to the floor at the sounds of a lightsaber erupting on, a yell splicing through the air that was unmistakable, and a lot of beating that vibrated through the wall.
Minutes must have passed, clutching the files until they crinkled, waiting for him to calm before you continued moving to avoid his line of fire.
It wouldn't be that easy anymore, and you knew it.
The doors to the office swished open, and you barely caught a glance of the limp body dismembered on the floor, peering from around the desk in the darkness of one of the General's quarters. Kylo's cape swished around in a sharp turn, catching sight of you just feet away.
You immediately fell to your knees, head down with the files still in both arms.
His mask whirred and hummed through the vocoder, marching towards you and grappling you by both arms, harsh enough to cause you to drop the files.
"My leade- Leave it." He hissed, carrying you around a corner and into one of the side doors you had never ventured through before.
On the other side, an older amber light flickered on, illuminating what looked to be a forgotten droid repair closet.
Kylo flung off his helmet, not using the precise and planned elegance he had like last time. His breaths were still ragged from his prior fit of rage, and your veins buzzed with adrenaline from the thought that you were about to meet the same fate.
"You saw." He said, black haired tangled from sweat that beaded his forehead.
You nodded, silent, keeping yourself from begging for your life just yet. A flash of your own dismembered body lying on the dirt of this closet reminded you what he was capable of.
"And you knelt." He gritted, bringing one gloved hand up to rake under the back of your hair, gripping. "Not out of fear for your life, but..."
Devotion.
The word lingered on your tongue, and due to your hesitance, his grip tightened, bringing you closer.
"Say it." He demanded, nose almost brushing against your own, his breath hot on your lips.
"Devotion." You whispered, thighs clenched to keep yourself upright.
"On your knees."
You fell limp to them, the caps thudding onto the old tile with a thud. Your eyes remained steadfast on him, shadows from the single light casting intimidating shapes along his face. His hand in your hair followed you down.
"Prove it."
Your mouth couldn't help but fall slightly open, as if to protest instinctually. Surely he wasn't referring to what you think he is. He would never. It was far too tacky for the mysterious and threatening aura he shrouding himself in to stoop to demanding a blowjob in a fucking supply closet.
Or was he?
The expectant look in his eyes was proving you wrong.
"What did we speak of last week in the office?" He hissed, bringing your head closer to the tent that was now forming under his pants.
"Devotion."
"And?" He egged on, pulling your head up to look him in the eyes.
You swallowed, recalling his speech before you promised yourself to him. You understood now. "And bowing your head and nodding even when all signs point to protest."
He hummed in approval, continuing to practically shove your face into his bulge. He sighed, leaning himself against the wall.
"You'd do well to say yes to me."
You peered back down, reaching up your trembling fingers to undo the bottom of his pants and zip them down, letting the fabric crumple and fall down to his ankles, freeing him. He almost slapped you in the face, perching back on your ankles before Kylo brought you back closer by your hair.
"One of the most important rules of devotion. No hesitation."
You glanced at the tip of him, wondering just how the hell you were going to fit all of him inside of your mouth. This wasn't even to mention this was the first time you had ever done something like this. You read some scenes about sex and things of the like in books on planets you proxied on, but never the real thing.
Now here you were, about to practice for the first time on the Supreme Leader's cock.
You parted your lips, taking him slowly between them and pressing your tongue to the underside of his cock.
Kylo sighed in response, bucking his hips to rush you into taking him further.
You moaned between him, squeezing your eyes closed. He must have taken that as a sign of submission, because the moment he raised from his leaned position on the wall, he was using your mouth like a damn fleshlight, forcing you to take him further with each thrust.
Drool pooled underneath your lips, and you began to gag every time his tip hit the back of your throat, gripping onto his thighs for some sense of stability. It felt like he was pulling your hair out at this point, keeping you in place while he fucked your throat, regardless of your gag reflex rejecting him time after time again.
You wanted to beat against his thigh, to tap out, to at least have a second to regain your breath before resuming, but if you did, he would surely turn you into space trash. You managed to sneak in breaths between every thrust through your nose before he blocked your nostrils again, your nails digging into his skin. His strangled groans from above indicated you had to at least be doing something right.
Just when you thought you were about to faint, he pulled you off of his cock, holding you still by the hair while you gasped for air and let the closet come back into focus, blinking away tears and wiping away spit.
"Bend over." He let go of your hair, waiting to see if you would do so on your own.
And you did, albeit stumbling from the blood rush to your head when you finally stood, grappling weakly onto the shelf to your right. You knew what was coming, but what you didn't know is if it would fit or not.
"Very good. Take them off." He commanded, and you knew he was talking about your pants. Your hands flew to them while you brain busied itself with replaying his words over and over again, savoring the tone, the inflection, hoping to burn it into your memory by force.
Very good.
It was the first time he had ever commended you.
The cold air wrapped around your waist as your pants slid down to your ankles, returning both hands to the shelf.
The tip of his cock dipped into your folds, smearing both his precum with your own, but Kylo wouldn't show you mercy no matter how good you had been. No matter how devoted you would be to him.
He plunged deep inside of you, meeting to the hilt in one fell swoop.
You cried out, cracked and quiet as your eyes squeezed shut from the pain. He was impossibly big, burning deep all the way to your stomach. The wired shelf created indents in the pads of your fingers from how hard you gripped to keep yourself from cursing.
"Stay quiet."
You nodded, and he pulled himself all the way back to the tip before snapped his hips back all the way inside. Your mouth parted, but no sound made its way past your lips. Not out of obedience. Out of devotion.
"You're quite the fast learner." Your last name could be heard from behind you, Kylo establishing a steady pace inside of you. He made it a point to let you feel every vein, every stroke that entered you. "Perhaps I underestimated you."
Kylo's gloved hands made it to your hips, already bruising in strength as he plowed into you.
"I knew you could do this." He gritted, chopped up by sighs and seethes. "It's the reason I chose you."
You gasped for air, each time his hip met yours the breath was knocked out of you. He was relentless, leaning over you for his scorching breath to meet the shell of your ear.
"Every time I tore you down, it was to build you back up." He breathed before letting out a strangled groan. "To mold you into something for me."
All of the puzzle pieces were falling into place now.
The barking of orders directly in your face within a crowd of personnel, the meetings in his office based on your 'performance', the way the shadow of his mask always managed to linger on you for just a second or two too long during conference meetings.
He wasn't criticizing you, he didn't hate you.
He was obsessed with you.
And maybe somewhere along the way, you became obsessed with him too.
"Tell me you're mine." He barked, squeezing you tighter. "Voice your devotion."
You caught your breath, raising your head up. "I'm devoted to you, Supreme Leader."
"Louder."
"I am devoted to you, Supreme Leader Kylo Ren!"
"You're disappointing me- I AM DEVOTED TO YOU! NOT TO THE FIRST ORDER, TO SUPREME LEADER KYLO REN! I AM YOURS TO HAVE, YOURS- YOURS TO MOLD!"
That's when you felt warmth bloom in your abdomen, filling you and leaked around his cock, dribbling from the cracks when Kylo shifted with each rutting thrust as he threw his head back. He was beautiful through the blinds of your hair over your shoulder.
With a few more snapping grinds, Kylo pulled out of you, shoving you further into the shelf. You fell forward, barely catching yourself and tumbling into a pile of droid arms. You turned yourself over, leaning against the wall and craning your neck to get a proper look at him.
He was buttoning his pants back up, smoothing his hair back with his hands and running the sleeve of his tunic over his bottom lip. He had been drooling. You smiled, watching him find his helmet he had cast aside.
After he was done situating himself, he turned to you, mask back on.
"Stand."
You did as you were told, pulling your pants up along with it and buttoning them back into place before bowing your head to him.
"There's been a new opening for a General position. I expect you to report to my office tomorrow morning, sharp."
You couldn't contain your giddy smile, staring down at the tile of the closet.
Some enemies to lovers(?) on Mustafar, for my love, @little-diable
for @little-diable's 15k celebration ... Kylo Ren, Smut, Page 66 ..... „The air felt hot and dusty.” From The Southern Book Club’s Guide to Slaying Vampires
cw: dubcon
Mustafar.
You were naive to think you could escape.
The air felt hot and dusty, choking you as you ran through burning trees. It felt like every nightmare you’d ever had — the ones you couldn’t wake up from, knowing you were prey with nowhere to run. Your heart slammed in your chest, pulse echoing in your ears as your wild eyes darted around, desperately searching for an escape.
Limbs of trees reached out to scratch you as you ran through the forest fire, everything a haze of red. Desperation to outrun those who scorched the planet made you fearful, knowing there was no real escape.
“You’ve got nowhere to run, rebel.”
The words echoed in your mind, not spoken aloud, but directly to you, through a divine power. Invisible hands halted your attempt to escape, slamming your body into the ground.
Kylo Ren watched you fight to breathe as you inhaled the dust, unable to escape the grasp of his force. He towered over you, face-to-face for the first time since Coruscant, when you were still undercover as a member of the First Order.
“Don't do this, Ren,” you hissed, staring up at the supreme leader, who had burnt down the planet and everything in it just to catch you.
“You’ll be made an example to anyone who dares to defy me,” Kylo swore, the hot blade of his lightsaber singing just inches from your throat.
Your chest heaved, wild eyes watching Kylo, waiting for his red fire to cut through you. The summer heat filled you with dread, watching Kylo stand over you with hate in his eyes.
Coruscant.
Things were different, then. What transpired only months ago seemed to be an entirely different life, lived by someone else. In a sense, it was.
Coruscant was the mission you never wanted. When you’d dedicated your life to the resistance, you didn’t anticipate being sent undercover to infiltrate the First Order. You wore the mask of an enemy, blending in and becoming someone else until you forgot who you were entirely.
The objective was simple: move your way up in the First Order, and gain the trust of Kylo Ren. Your mission was to gather intel to feed back to the resistance; when your commanders had assigned it, they pictured you sitting in meetings, taking notes on the outskirts of Kylo’s militia. At the time, the Jedi order thought they could trust you, and you thought you could trust them. Before Coruscant, you had no idea of the power you possessed, the power the rebellion kept a secret from you.
When Kylo Ren first laid eyes on you, the plan crumbled to dust. The moment you stepped into the throne room, you could feel it — the pull of the force pricking the edges. Kylo felt it too, your heart beating in sync as he failed to pry into your mind like he did with every other being.
“Leave us.” The command to the knights was sharp, the room clearing until you were the only one standing before him.
“Where have you come from?” Kylo Ren had once seemed menacing on his throne, adorned in a crimson glow. Now, his expression was pure curiosity, gazing at you with startlingly disarming eyes.
“Naboo, master Ren,” the reverence came naturally, and you found yourself lowering to your knees at his throne.
“It is an honor to serve The First Order,” your voice sounded foreign on your lips, speaking words you never intended to say.
Kylo reached forward, tilting your chin up until he held your gaze, studying every detail of your unfamiliar face. He was captivated by you, your mystique raised curiosity, not alarm. Nothing happened on his ship that he didn’t know about, but you, a young soldier from Naboo was unexpected.
“You wield the force?” He questioned, puzzled by the inability to tear apart your thoughts.
“No, master.”
“But you can, padawan, you’ve just not been taught,” Kylo answered, having no knowledge of the crack he’d sent through your alliances.
The Jedi order would have recognized the great power you possessed, even as you didn’t recognize it in yourself. Your gifts had been kept a secret, but here was Kylo Ren, a man meant to be your enemy, offering truth and guidance you were deprived of. The resistance and its leaders had deceived you, a betrayal far deeper than a political alliance. They had kept you from destiny, fearing that the ability to wield the force would lead you into darkness, having no idea you would one day learn to harness your power from the ruler of the Empire.
“I can show you the ways of the force," Kylo’s voice was smooth, pulling you to his outstretched hand, an invitation to leave everything else behind and stand at his side.
You didn't recognize yourself in the reflection of Kylo's eyes. Instinctively, you took Kylo's outstretched hand, letting him pull you to your feet.
.
"You have had no teacher?" Kylo questioned, the two of you standing in an empty room in the Star Destroyer.
He looked so different out of his suit, more relaxed in simple training robes. Here, Kylo didn't seem to be the menacing overlord that you'd once saw. With you, he was different, an attentive and guiding master.
"No," you shook your head, confliction slowly eating away at you.
The more hours you spent learning from Kylo, the less you wanted betray him. Your alliance to the order you'd spent a lifetime fighting for was broken, and now you sought solace in him. Your allegiance to Kylo bloomed as your abilities grew, and the hard walls around him slowly came down, letting you in. Even as he opened up about who he was, you kept the secret of your origin, praying every night that he didn't have to find out.
Your lost soul found a home in Coruscant, lines blurring between you and Kylo as you spent intimate hours meditating and practicing. His hands that were once your waist to position your body, guided you until you found yourself pressed between Kylo’s strong body and his mattress.
The first time Kylo took you to his bed, he was tender, attentive to your pleasure. As your addiction to him grew, so did the constant need for one another. You begged Kylo to fuck you with his hand around your throat, bending you over the closest surface because you couldn’t get enough. Every second with Kylo was sexually charged, craving him like a drug. He was your teacher, your solace, your lover, and your savior — before you knew it, Kylo became everything to you.
Kylo Ren changed when you entered his existence. He had never experienced a love like you, constantly starving for your touch.
In a year, everything fell apart.
You’d long forgotten the Jedi, your allegiance, and your mission, until the day they invaded Coruscant. What you would never be able to forget was the betrayal on Kylo's face when they called you their commander. You could no longer run to your savior, nor to your fellow jedi, so you ran away, alone, to Mustafar.
.
Mustafar.
You wrists were held behind your back with imperial binders, and you were completely naked - save the collar that Kylo had clasped around your throat. You glared up at him from your kneeling position at his feet, chest heaving as you struggled against his force keeping you still at his mercy.
Part of you yearned to throw yourself at him, begging for forgiveness, explaining to him that you had abandoned the resistance to follow him. You ached to tell him that every night you spent in bed with Kylo made you fall more in love with him, that you'd rather perish than live without him another day, but the words died in your throat.
Your words would do no use anyways - Kylo had made up his mind to make an example out of you, to humiliate you before the entire First Order.
Your skin burned as you felt the eyes of his knights on your body as they filed into the room, taking their places around the table. You couldn't hide from them, your sins and entire self exposed to those you once ruled over.
"Our little rebel traitor is going to pay for her sins," Kylo's voice was ice cold, sending a shudder down your spine.
Instinctively, you leaned back into Kylo's legs, subconsciously searching for shelter. He grabbed the back of your neck in one of his large hands, hauling you to your feet, dark eyes blazing down at you, starvation and thirst clouding his judgement.
"Get on the fucking table, now," he growled, manhandling you onto the cold metal surface, your wrists above your head as you laid spread out.
"Since you'll sell yourself to the jedi and the empire, my knights can have you as well."
He sank back into his throne, draped lazily over the armrests, legs parted to reveal how hard he was just from the sight of your nude form dripping on the table.
You strained against the binders on your wrists, hating yourself for how wet you were just knowing Kylo was watching, the knights pulling your legs apart as one knelt between your legs.
You helplessly watched Kylo as Vicrul's hands wrapped around your soft thighs, his tongue warm and wet against your sex, pulling a pathetic whine from your lips. You hated him for it - hating him for making your hips raise, begging for more as he ate you out, sucking on your clit and pushing thick fingers inside of you. Your muscles contracted around you, other knights groping your body, playing with your nipples and gagging you with their fingers.
Meanwhile, Kylo watched, freeing himself from the black trousers that hugged his thick thighs. You watched as he stroked his cock to the sight of you, fighting not to come immediately from the filthy noises the knights pried from your parted lips.
You ached for him to fill you, your cunt throbbing with need, despite the overwhelming touch of the knights, ripping orgasms from you despite how hard you fought against it. Before you could stop yourself, you were crying out to him, calling his name as your back arched off the table, gasping for air.
Your ears were ringing, and all at once the knights retreated from you, exiled from the room by Kylo. He stood abruptly, dark robes falling from his shoulders, his strong body fully on display for you. You felt the binders release your wrists, and you pulled your limbs to your body, trembling on the cold table.
"I didn't betray you," you rasped, knowing Kylo could read your mind, prying through your thoughts and your memories, allowing him in.
He said nothing, approaching you slowly. Kylo grasped your jaw, holding your head up, forcing you to look him in the eye.
"You will never run from me again."
"Yes, master."
Kylo's lips were hot and heavy against yours, pulling you into his body, kissing you violently. He'd had every intention to take you back to his chambers, but the second you touched, he couldn't resist, climbing over you on the table in his throne room.
His hand hooked under your knee, pushing it to your shoulder, rubbing the head of his cock against your entrance. He ignored your whimpering pleas, taking his time, marking your throat with his lips. All the air left your lungs as he finally pushed inside you, much bigger than all of the knights who had violated you only moments before.
Your back arched as he split you open, pressing your chest to his, your hands pulling his thick black hair. He bottomed out, his hips pressed against your ass. Kylo hushed you, wrapping an arm around your torso before fucking you at a blistering pace. It was desperate and violent with need, tearing you apart for leaving him, and putting you back together all at once. You felt his velvety skin drag against your walls with every thrust, Kylo using the force to circle your clit so he could keep both hands on you.
His skin was slick with sweat, black hair sticking to his forehead as he moaned, biting your shoulder and burying his face in you, his thrusts stuttering as he filled you until cum was spilling out and smearing between your thighs.
"I'm not finished with you," he panted as you sank back into the surface, trying to catch your breath.
Kylo flipped you over so he was lying on his back, your knees on either side of his wide hips. You could barely hold yourself up, muscles shaking as you leaned over him.
"Kylo, I can't—"
"Ride me." He commanded, leaving no room for argument or protest.
He reached up and wrapped his hand around your throat, holding you up as you rolled your hips, feeling his cock twitch inside you, moving easily despite your trembling thighs.
"Look at me. Watch yourself take your master," Kylo's other hand lightly smacked your cheek, prompting you to open your eyes, holding his gaze for a long moment.
You wrapped your hands around his wrist for leverage, thankful his other hand was helping your hips, before obeying his wish. Your gaze fell, watching him disappear inside your body every time you sank down, feeling him set fire to every nerve ending in your body, your limbs screaming for release. Kylo held your weight, guiding you to finish until you collapsed on his chest, aftershocks shuddering through your weakened body.
"You'll have to earn back your place at my side," he tilted your chin up, dark eyes showing the slightest bit of mercy.
"I'll do anything," you breathed, chasing his mouth for a kiss.
Summary: The dark side chose you. They pried you out of the rebel camps and dragged you from the ashes and the corpses of your family. The dark side chose you to strengthen the force, to be the vessel for their plans, to be the bride of the Supreme Leader's pupil, to bear Kylo Ren's seed and ensure the might of their divine wrath.
Word Count: 11k+ 🧍♀️💀
Warnings: fem!Reader, slow burn, forced marriage AU, themes of stockholm syndrome/gaslighting/brain washing, mentions/depictions of violence, enemies to lovers?, smut (scratching, marking, ?manipulating?, fingering, vaginal penetration, cock warming), fluff, angst, typos, etc.
A/N: this fucking ai chat man. fuck that shit MINORS DNI
honestly. its my fault for making a plot. i just wanted to write smut fml. i hate it here. i couldn't even finish it cos now i cant write the smut dafaq? anyway im sure i got typos so you must forgive me. i have not gone through this yet and i need to brush my teeth and pull myself together bye
Tagging: @pinksirensong @aralezinspace @sloanexx
I fell to my knees. I was in tears, in dust, in blood, and in pain. My wrists were bound behind me and my clothes were tattered and torn.
This was it. This was the day I die. I felt it in my bones. This was the reckoning.
And then my deliverer, my executioner, came before me. And then I felt the Force in him echo in the room and ripple through me like a blade through my chest.
It was him. The phantom that haunted me every time I closed my eyes. He was the nightmare in my sleep, and the damning voice in my head in the morning. The dark warrior, death given form, the murmuring voice of the shadows.
The Sith Lord.
Here he is, crossing this bridge from the entrance of this cursed compound.
The place is busy, busy with its plans of destruction. I heave at the grandness of it all. It was terrifying to see it up close, especially since I was evidently at the top, and it was a very long drop down.
I crane my neck up at him, face stained with tears. I was exhausted but I put on my last show. I bared my last look of defiance before he kills me, before he finally completes this cycle of torment he has been inflicting onto me.
I close my eyes and await his judgement.
I feel him come before me, but he instead walks past, and I hear someone choke from behind.
"Did I not instruct that she be left unharmed?" his voice barks through his dark mask.
My heart pounds as I hear straining from behind me. I steal a look from over my shoulder and instantly regret it when I see the two stormtroopers that dragged me here get thrown down the side of the bridge. I shudder. Like I said, it's a long drop down.
I look straight when he returns to me. I feel him undo my shackles with his Force, and then... he clutches my arm to help me stand.
I look up at him. I see my reflection on his helmet. I clench my jaw, "what do you want from me?"
"My empress-"
My stomach rolls.
"-I have finally retrieved you from your sullied camp to bring you to your rightful place next to me. To claim you as my own."
A shiver runs down my spine.
No, this can't be real.
My breathing strains. I grip my hands and I begin to step back.
It electrocutes me, this searing cold voice in my brain. It was a suddenly as if I remembered the dialogue in the horrors of my slumber that I so hardly tried to suppress. It was replaying now, the voice of the malevolent, the voice of the creature ruling my nightmares. "I give you to my pupil. With your Force converged with his, the purest of warriors will be borne. And my power will know no bounds."
"You remember now, bride," my captor iterated, "that voice in your head right now-- that is the Supreme Leader; that is Snoke."
I step back, "bride?" my breath hitches.
I was his b--
My knees almost give in, but again, his hold on my arm keeps me upright.
I feel my eyes begin to water.
Please, please, let this be another horrible, horrible nightmare.
"Is everything prepared?"
"Yes, my lord," two voices call out from behind me.
"Good," he says, and I released, "I will watch as you prepare her. I will not allow her be injured further."
I was--
I was here to be sacrificed to the darkness.
I was here to answer to the calls that have been plaguing me for so long, ever since that day my home planet was invaded, ever since everything I knew was reduced to atoms.
I let out a loud yelp when I am splashed with cold water. I let out a breathy curse and the servant who had done it, who had profusely apologized, is suddenly being choked.
It is only now I am cognizant again. It was now that I was aware I am in the bathroom, stripped naked in a tub, and my captor has his servant in a chokehold from across the room. I gasp and cover my bare chest, looking over my shoulder as he hisses, "you could not have made the water warmer? How would you like to be dunked in a pool of ice water?"
My breath hitches, "let her go!"
His voice buzzes behind his helmet as he curls his hand further with his outstretched arm, "she has one task, one simple task, and if she cannot perform it, then she is no use to me."
I panic as I see the servant's eyes water. I jolt when the other servant grabs my shoulder and begins to wash my skin as though nothing was awry. I turn from the servant back to him, "LET HER GO!"
He does nothing.
"LET. HER. GO!"
He seems to be debating my words.
I panic and quip breathlessly, "let her go!"
I sigh in relief when the servant is dropped.
A shiver runs down my spine when he goes at ease by the door. He clutches his hands before him and announces, "thank your empress for her mercy."
Immediately, before she can even catch her breath, the servant responds, "th-ank you, empress." The woman quickly begins to attend to me again.
I am far beyond perturbed.
I don't know what to do with myself, not when I was being bathed by strangers, not when I naked in the tub, not when he was there, watching me.
Why the fuck did that sicko have to watch like a bird in a fucking cage?
Careful, bride.
I stiffen in my place. The servants working on my body halt their work and ask me if their touch was too rough.
Lest you forget I have also been in your dreams. You ought to honor me even in your thoughts, baby bird.
"... my empress?" one servant calls.
"She is fine," he answers for me, "you may proceed."
And then, I'm being dragged out of the tub and patted down in front of a huge mirror. I don't know what to cover, and I can feel him looking. Never mind my naked form in and of itself, but my cuts and bruises from ripping and screaming at the stormtroopers that pried me into their ship. It was loathsome sight to see.
"Must you watch me?" I ask accusingly yet under my breath.
"Yes," he replies, as if it makes anything better, as if it was actually a question, as if he didn't know what I meant with my words. And then he clarifies, as if it helped, "your physical state does not bother me. It does not make you any less than you are, my bride."
My eyes twitch as I am finally handed undergarments to wear. I find my voice again, finally, "that's not the-"
"My pretty bride."
I cease my movements. What the fuck is he saying?
I don't have time to ponder those words as the servants urge me to dress and then quickly begin to fasten me with bandages, namely on my thigh where I had a cut and on my bicep that had a burn.
And though I so badly wanted to whine in protest and dramatic spite, I do my best to contain them. After all, the servants were helping me, they don't need to be Force choked for doing a job they were tasked to accomplish by their malignant master.
The next moment, I was being put into an elaborate garment and then they started painting on my face. Suddenly, I was.... turning into something else. I looked at the mirror and everything was so very real and unimaginable all at once. This was all happening to me. This wasn't a nightmare, not a fever dream, and there was no escape.
And then they told him- my groom- that I was done and I stared at my reflection, unable to recognize myself.
Who in the world were you?
"Come," he says, raising his hand up to me, "we must not delay any further."
I look at his reflection from the mirror. I look at his hand, hid behind his glove, his body, hid behind his cloak, and his face, hid behind his mask. I was going to me wed to this stranger, hidden in darkness?
I stare at him. I clench my jaw. I tell him I'm not going but utter not a single word. I sear it in his brain with my eyes. I scream it, blare it out as loudly as I could.
And yet he only watches me. He watches me with an urging dark hand.
My heart pounds in my ribs. I expect him to begin to lash out at one point, to choke me next, but he doesn't. He stands there, just stands there, reaching out to me.
Was this his twisted way of making me feel like I was willingly going to him? His way of telling me he was the only route in my life now?
My nostrils flare and I gather my skirt. I stare at him as I walk past him. My body was rigid and I had no idea where I was going, but I walked. And then he opened the doors for me.
My hand twitched when he took it, as he was suddenly beside me. I gasp at the unexpected and uninvited touch and I turn to him in surprise, but it is arduous with this ridiculous headpiece on me. His hand is massive and burning hot against my freezing clammy one. He tugs me toward him, "it's this way."
So, we when go this way.
We tread the halls, and I swear I could feel people following after us, more and more each moment, but I couldn't look back, literally, the fucking headpiece was in the way.
And then the atmosphere started to get darker, and it was like it was suddenly so much harder to breathe. It was clear to me we were heading for that large door, and that whatever was behind there was not good. It was not good at all.
He waved his hands once and the doors opened.
There was a great and terrible rush of Force that knocked into me. It was so strong and terrifying, I tighten my grip on my captor, and I cling onto him for safety. My breath is knocked out of my lungs, and all at once I am facing this large entity, this massive body of darkness, the literal flesh form of all my worst nightmares.
I was reeling back in fear. My stomach was in my chest and my heart was in my mouth.
I was in front of him. The Supreme Leader. Snoke.
And he was looking at me, looking right at me with contempt, with impatience, with exasperation.
My feet were stuck on the floor and my fingers were digging into arm of the man by my side. I couldn't do anything but feel my eyes water.
I snap to look my side when my name is called out. I turn to my groom as suddenly he is pacifying me, comforting me even, "the sooner we get this done, the sooner we can leave."
I don't know how I feel about his words, I don't know how I feel about how he takes my chin in his fingers and makes me turn my body to him. I don't know how I feel when he steadies my stupid headpiece when it knocks onto his shoulder. I don't know how I feel when I follow him mindlessly, when he and I head towards his gargantuan master.
Snoke speaks the moment we are in front of him. His voice rings, it reverberates, in the hall, in my ears, in my thorax, and in the dark corner of my mind that shudders at the recognition, "you have done well, my pupil. Very well."
My eyes lock with Snoke. I evade his stare and abruptly pull away from the man on my right. He stares at me for a moment when I do so, then looks back at Snoke, "thank you, master."
Snoke grumbles, "well, remove that ridiculous thing on your head and let us begin."
I don't know whether it is because I am fearful of the evil-king before me or because I am anticipative of the face of the man behind the mask, but I turn to him with a desperation. I turn to him when he removes his helmet and my breath catches in my throat.
He tucks his helmet under his arm and looks at me with his brown eyes that glistened with something sinister behind them. He parted his lips and I noticed the scar by its side that started by his brow went far past his cheek and collar. His hair was somehow perfectly tousled even after staying inside his face cage for so long. I don't know how I felt after seeing him face to face like this.
I suck in a sharp breath when he takes my hand. He promptly begins to speak.
"I-" he turns to our joined hands as he lifts them chest level, "Kylo Ren," his eyes dart back to me, "take you-"
My skin pricks at how he whispers my name. He says it as if it were a secret, as if he meant it with reverence, as if it was solemn.
"-to be my wife."
My empress.
I suck in a sharp breath at his voice in my head. My breath picks up. My stomach rolls. Get out.
Kylo Ren rubs my knuckles, "To protect you, to honor you, to venerate you until my last breath, or even beyond."
And then he looks at me. He stares at me. He bores into my being and plunges into my soul. I feel my hands begin to shake in his hold.
Kylo Ren looks in silence and I look in fear.
I start at the harsh call of the Supreme Leader to our side, "SPEAK YOUR VOWS, GIRL!"
I screw my eyes shut and gulp. I have to get out of here. Get me out of here! My breath strains now more than ever.
Suddenly, I hear a soft voice in my head. Suddenly, I dare to open my eyes and I see a disconcerting softness in my groom's expression.
Shhhhhhh.
He hushes me in my mind. He repeats his words from earlier.
The sooner we get this done, the sooner we can leave.
I open my mouth and huff helplessly. I repeat my groom's words and tears begin to fall from my eyes.
Snoke leans back in his throne and tents his hands together, "good, good. Then by the power of the darkness, the power vested in me, The Supreme Leader, the ruler of the galaxies and all peoples," he nods his head, "two have now become one."
My shoulders rise and my heart pounds at the explosion of loud exclamations. I look around the hall and only now realize that there were hundreds of individuals, looking down at us from the balconies above.
"Long live the Emperor and Empress!"
I am at a loss for what to do next. I don't know if I want to run away or drop dead. I find myself looking to Kylo Ren. Kylo Ren, whose brows slightly furrow in his seriousness. Kylo Ren who looks up to his people and raises his hand that is clutching his helm, inspiring them to cheer even more. Kylo Ren, who then looks down at me and firmly grips my hands before leading me out of the room.
I don't know what happens after that.
I think I'm having a panic attack.
Am I having a panic attack?
Can someone even think if they're having a panic attack?
I'm not having a panic attack.
I'm not having a panic attack.
"Enough," he speaks, turning to me, clutching my cheek. Kylo Ren looks at me with knit brows while his gloved hands make me face him. My neck strains because of the weight of my headpiece. He blinks at me and slips the thing off my head. A weight is lifted off my shoulders. Very suddenly, I think I'd have preferred if he removed my head altogether. He uses his Force to bring the object away. I watch as it floats off to a dresser, beside his helmet that was already there.
All at once, I realize I was in a bedroom. I look back at Kylo in horror. Oh, fuck, I was in a bedroom.
He huffs through his nostrils, "your thoughts are as loud as sirens."
I clutch my skirt tightly and slowly begin to move back.
Kylo watches me. He tilts his head down slightly and narrows his eyes.
I swallow the lump in my throat, "so what?" I shudder, "you're going to force an heir in me now?"
He raises his nose and tilts his head to the side, "it is my duty to sire an heir."
I gulp. My breathing begins to get shorter and shorter.
I start when he steps forward. I put more distance between us.
I shiver when he calls out my name.
"Don't," I point, "don't come any closer."
Kylo Ren offers me the courtesy of stopping in his place.
I catch my breath and watch him as he brings his hands behind him. Goosebumps form on my skin when he speaks, "I have just vowed to protect you, to honor you, and to venerate you." He brings his hands to the clasp of his cloak, "I will not force you to do anything with me that you don't want."
I scoff, tightening my grip on my clothes, "and you think I wanted to marry you?!"
I tense when Kylo unfastens his cloak and folds it in front of him. I freeze in my spot in anticipation of what he's going to do next. He looks at his cloak then looks at me, "you do not understand it now, but you are the key to securing the strength the Sith, securing the Order."
A shiver runs down my spine. How can he say that so plainly?
I cannot comprehend how utterly indoctrinated this ideation is in his being. It is shocking honestly, to see up close and personal that he believes so much in his cause, that he genuinely does not see fault in this, in forcing me to marry him, in taking me by force, in destroying my camp, in laying waste to my people, on wreaking their ill-judgement to the stars.
I shake my head, "do you honestly believe I will eventually come to you with- with open arms?!"
Kylo Ren straightens his posture. I nearly trip when he walks over to me as I attempt to rush back. He raises two fingers and keeps me upright with his Force. He keeps me in place and stands before me. He leans his face close to mine, then barely opens his mouth to speak, "I do."
And then, he releases me and walks away.
I watch him as he exits the room and leaves me. The sound of the door closing is all that's left.
I begin to pant. I begin to heave in anger, in loss, in panic, in desperation. I have to get o-
I slap my hands on my mouth. I screw my eyes shut and shudder.
Silent. I have to be silent.
The next day he asked me to accompany him while he ate.
Breakfast, lunch, and dinner, he said, I should join him, so that we would both grow accustomed to each other's company during such intimate moments, and that we would also get to know each other more.
I scoffed at the idea, so much for not forcing me to do anything I don't want.
"I am not forcing you, wife," Kylo calls across the expanse of the long table.
My eyes that were idly watching my fork swirl the unknown delicacy on my plate dart to him. My shoulders tense as Kylo Ren grabs his glass and drinks from it.
I huff, "do you mind getting out of my head?" I ask though it wasn't really a question, it was a threat, as much of a threat a captive could give.
Kylo sets the object down and taps his finger on it, "if you don't want to join me..." he thinks for a moment, "you don't have to."
I straighten in my seat. I silently look out to him in challenge.
I stiffen when the pitcher begins to float and water is then poured in my cup. I clench my jaw, turning back to Kylo, finding his raised finger.
"I would prefer if you dined with me though," he says, putting the pitched back down.
I turn to my food, idly pushing it around again, "I would prefer if I dined by myself... in my-" our "-room."
I hear him exhale. I hear the contact of his cutlery on his plate, "a disappointing conclusion."
I slowly avert my eyes from my food to him. He is now focused on his own plate. He mumbles, "but I will allow it."
The next day, I am woken to eat breakfast and urged to get out of bed. I explain to servant I was allowed to eat in my room and that I don't want to eat yet. I scoff in disbelief when I am told I am meant to tour the place with the master, with that damned Kylo Ren, and is thus advised to get ready.
And so I did. I got ready and went into the dining room and interrupted his breakfast. If I can't have peace, neither can he.
Kylo turns to me and nods, "wife."
I clench my teeth, "tour me now," I huff, "I'm not hungry, so tour me now."
He turns back to his food and seemingly debates my words for a moment. He then stands from his seat and puts on his helmet, leading me out of the room. If I could burn holes onto his back with my eyes, he'd have been nothing but charcoal.
I suppose I should have given more attention to his tour than I did because knowing the place would surely benefit me when I make my attempt to esc-
"Are you certain you're not hungry?" Kylo Ren asks out of the blue as he leads me down the weapons room, "you're quite snippy and demanding. I would assume that's because you're hungry, baby bird."
I can't help but scoff at his mockery, "or, this is just how I am," I mumble, "so don't act like you know me." I aimlessly look at all the weapons on display, weapons meant to destroy others like me.
But I do know you.
I avert my gaze to him. I stiffen as I glare.
"I have been in your mind and seen the depths of your soul," he mutters, "and I know you're irritable because you're hungry."
And then he conjures up a tin-wrapped object in front of me.
"Here," he gives me the item using his Force, "you can eat this while we walk back to our chambers."
My lips curl in disgust, "is this meant to be enticing?"
He tilts his helmet clad head, "it's meant to be my lunch for later," he grabs the floating object, then my wrist, placing the silver thing on my palm.
I tense in his touch and I am glad he doesn't linger long there. I look at his would-have-been lunch then turn back to him, seeing my scowling reflection on his dumb helmet, "what an honor to know I won't be poisoned since this is apparently yours."
"It is mine," he rebuts rather impatiently.
I roll my eyes and shove it into his chest, "if you want me to be less irritable, let me go back to my chambers." I catch myself when I say this. It sounds like I want to be in that damned cage, instead of outside of this compound. I correct myself, "or better yet, let me go."
Kylo Ren places his lunch in pocket that I didn't know he had, "We will continue this tour tomorrow."
And so we did. This time, he made sure to have someone come to me after I ate.
I must say, perhaps he was partially correct in the fact I was irritable because I was hungry. I did find him more bearable today, as far as forced husbands and captors go. But then again perhaps it was because he was touring me in the biggest library I have ever seen.
I couldn't even feign disinterest as he motioned to each area of the place and explained they were arranged by planet of origin.
I was far too busy craning my neck up to see how high the bookshelves reached that I bump into one. Or at least I thought it was a bookshelf and not fucking Kylo Ren. I jolt when I look at him, firstly because we had a collision, secondly because he magically didn't have his helmet on anymore.
I reel back as he looks down at me, on I think a more figurative sense if anything.
I am immediately uncomfortable under his gaze. I mutter, "sorry."
"You have questions," he mutters. He turns to me and lifts his chin, "ask them."
I evade his stare. Don't tell me what to do.
"I'm not telling you what to do," Kylo Ren retorts after hearing my thought.
I turn back to him. I snort and grumble, "stay out of my head."
He looks up at the shelves and then looks down at me with his eyes, "a hundred layers."
I pull my head back and scoff in disbelief, "the shelves have a hundred layers?" I look over my shoulder haphazardly, "seems unnecessary hard to manage."
"Well," he brings his head down, "it hosts knowledge from peoples across over the stars. It must be capable of securing the vastness."
When I look back at him, I tense when I see he has come far too close to me. It would have been wise to pull away, perhaps to even shove him off to get my point across, but somehow, I find his proximity as a challenge. I grit my teeth and narrow my eyes at him, "undoubtedly stolen, plucked from the rubble of your destruction."
A chill rushes up my spine when he smirks at me. It remains lopsided and smug as he whispers "I don't feel the need to preserve artifacts from a race that is unable to see the glory of my purpose."
That's it. I begin to slowly step away from him.
"Do you want to know how these shelves are managed?"
"No, I really-"
I make a sound when he grabs me and locks me against his chest. Before I can even begin to fight back, I find my feet get lifted off the ground along with him. Next thing I know, I'm gasping and clinging onto him for dear life.
"Put me down," I gasp against his chest as I seal my arm tightly against him.
He chuckles as we continue to float up. He tightens his grip on me as I feel myself begin to slip. He flexes his feet and pushes them beneath mine. I look up at him as I step on his boots.
"This is how you manage them," he iterated, then motioning to his side, "or you use the ladder."
I scoff in disbelief, grabbing onto his collar, "put me down, Kylo."
He blinks at me, lips curing into a bigger smile, "alright."
He slowly bringing me down and I tense when he clutches my waist and speaks out my name.
I look away from him and watch as the floor nears. By the time it was close enough, I jump off him and walk away.
Kylo Ren watches and chuckles, "the exit is the other, baby bird."
I stop in my tracks and glare at him. He does not waste time and walks up to me. My breath hitches when he does, reeling over the look on his face. He moves past me and walks away.
I watch him as he does so, and then an idea strikes me. I debate my chances on living here and convincing the servants to get me food... a bucket-
"Don't be ridiculous. I will throw you over my shoulder if you will not follow," Kylo Ren announces. He stops in his tracks and looks over to me, "you are my empress, not my captive, even though you feel that way."
I watch him as he raises his hand to me, reaching out to me again like on the day of our wedding, except this time, I could see his eyes and is pouty lips. I huff through my nostrils and grip my fists. I walk over to him glaring at him all the way until I move past him.
Kylo watches, a glint in his eye as he does.
I hear him chuckle.
The next day, I woke up, realizing I was allowed to sleep in. That got me tremendously excited, and so I quickly began to ready myself to begin my attempts at an esca-
I slap my hand on my mouth and release a deep breath from my nostrils.
I take a few more moments and ready to exit my chambers.
The moment I'm about to exit though, I am faced with a servant. I tense at the sight of her but offer her a pinched smile, "Rezba."
Rezba nods and walks in with a tray of food, "please eat before you leave. I will be scolded if I am found to failed to feed you."
Dammit, Rezba.
I sigh, turning to my feet. I watch the woman as she walks off and sets the table. She was one of the servants that helped prepare me on my... wedding day, the one that didn't get choked. As for the one that was, I have not seen or heard from her ever since.
My conscience presses on me every time I think of this. I sigh, walking over to her. I sit down on the chair by the table and smile, "thank you, Rezba. You can go now."
Rezba nods, "as you wish, empress."
I wipe my face as he walked away. I quickly stuff my face with the food. I mean, after all, if I manage what I do, I'll need all the food I can get.
The moment I was done, I exit my chambers and head outside with purpose. I nod at the personnel that greet me and make sure to keep my mask of confidence as I make it to the launch pad.
I practically beam when I see a ship ready for the picking. But then I feel a force surge through me.
"Fuck."
My bride.
I turn over my shoulder in horror. Lo behold, the dark mask of my groom, strutting over to me with troops behind him.
"Come to visit me?" he muffles out behind his helmet.
I clench my jaw and turn to him, doing my best not to roll my eyes.
Somehow, I can see his smirk underneath as he speaks, "you didn't even change out of your nightclothes."
I let out a strangled sound as I turn to the two people behind Kylo. One had red hair and one was as clad in uniform as the Supreme Lord.
"This is General Hux and Captain Phasma," Kylo motions to the two of them.
I hum, "yes... hello," I smile without meeting my eyes, "well, now that I've... seen my husband, I'm... I'm going back to my chambers."
The two behind Kylo nod at me. I try not be so annoyed as I walk away.
Next time you plan to escape, you should probably change into something that would protect you from the harshness of space.
I grit my teeth and snap over my shoulder, "GET OUT OF MY HEAD!"
General Hux recoils at my voice. Kylo Ren chuckles under his breath.
The next day, I have no such luck of escaping at all.
"Don't you have some-" I quip over my shoulder as Kylo tails me like the dark shadow he was, "-I don't know... planet to blow up," my voice gets increasingly smaller as I say this and hear myself.
Kylo Ren, in one of the rare occurrences he did not have his helmet on, stops to look at me. He presses his lips together, "do you have a pla-"
"No!" I raise hands, "forget that I said that... please."
I turn away from him and begin to tread deeper into the halls of the library.
I hear him snort behind me, "I don't want you to continue to delude yourself into thinking escaping is an option. It would just be a waste of both our time if you do so."
I roll my eyes and shake my head, "and I don't want to delude you in thinking that I would ever stop trying to escape you."
I actually stop in my tracks when I hear him laugh out loud. I turn over to him in great offence as he then turns to me with bright eyes.
I seethe with venom, "I'm glad one of us finds this funny."
He straightens himself up and crosses his arms, "it's funny how you fail to see how alike we are."
My face drops in horror. I march over to him and point a finger at him, "we are nothing alike!"
I jolt when he grabs my wrist and pushes my hand down. The amusement in his face falters and shifts into something else, "aren't we, my empress?"
My heart begins to pound. I pull away from him and recoil.
My breathing begins to pick up as I rub my wrist.
Kylo watches me and makes up for the space between us by walking forward, "did that hurt you?"
"Does it matter if it did?" I quip.
His face softens yet his brows tighten, "it does."
I scoff.
"I am not the monster you make me out to be."
I scoff again as I continue to walk back, "oh yeah, then what ar-" I gasp when I hit something. I panic and turn, seeing it was the step ladder. I have no choice but to halt as Kylo presses nearer. I swallow the lump on my throat as I look at his face.
I will myself not to be so affected by his presence.
I clench my jaw.
My willpower is not very effective.
"I am your husband," he mutters.
I freeze when he brings his hands to my side, though he does not touch me. His eyes dart to my hands that I clutch to my chest. He releases a breath, "I want to bring order to the galaxy."
A shiver runs down my spine, "Kylo..."
His eyes lock on mine. I even my breathing.
I shake my head and knit my brows, "do you genuinely think," I speak softly with no hint of malice, "that killing billions is order?"
His jaw tightens. He drops his hands to his side, "it is an necessary stake for the greater good-"
"Greater good?!" I quip under my breath, grabbing onto his cheeks. I look at him with wide eyes as he looks at me with a similar shocked expression, "you believe razing through the stars is the greater good?"
My whole body pricks when he takes my wrists in his hands and whispers, "my love."
I suck in a sharp breath.
"You do not understand it now," he explains, shaking his head, "but everything that I am, everything that I do," his voice becomes really quiet, "is for us."
My expression drops where his softens.
"For our future," he whispers, "for our next generation and after."
"Kylo-"
"I do it because I believe in our cause," he cuts me off, "I do it because without us, the galaxy will never know anything but chaos."
My breath begins to strain.
He releases one wrist and reaches out for my face, "I will do all it takes, and give you all the time to understand this."
Mu face burns at the feel of his gloved hand. I shake my head, "why?"
"Because you are my star, my burning destiny," he mutters, "the Force brought you to me. I felt you that day on your home planet, you were so strong, you were so strong and so misguided. I tried to kill you that day, but you got away."
My eyes begin to water. I begin to relive that day in my head.
"Then I dreamt about you, I dreamt about how you escaped me and how I hated that you did. Snoke saw it. He saw you in my head. He saw your drive. He saw your weakness. He saw what you could become. And then, he said I burned because you were meant to be mine. He said our Forces were calling for each other, which was why I could not stop dreaming about you."
I begin to tremble against him.
He clutches my face with both hands, "don't be afraid. It took me a while to understand it as well, but-"
"Kylo-" I shudder, "you don't dream of me because I'm your bride, you dream of me because of him!"
He stills.
"Don't you see?" I pant, "he's manipulating you. The dark side is mani-"
"If anyone has been manipulated, it is you, baby bird," he grunts, "you were indoctrinated with beliefs that are short sighted and weak. I would not-"
He doesn't finish and turns his head to the side when a voice of a stormtrooper buzzes through the hall, "apologies for the interruption, my lord. I was tasked to escort you to the throne room, the Supreme Leader is summoning you."
Kylo Ren turns to face him. I suck in a breath as suddenly, he grabs my hand and pulls me with him as we walk past the stormtrooper, "an escort won't be necessary."
If I wasn't shaking a while ago, I surely was now, and Kylo Ren could feel it. Kylo stole looks over his shoulder. I did nothing but try to even my breath as we tread the hall.
I could feel him holding onto me with his Force, trying to contain me almost... trying to comfort me.
I tense when he releases my hand in lieu of draping his arm over my shoulder, "he will not touch you. He will not harm you," he mutters as I look up at him. He stares straight as we continue walking, "I will make it a point to keep this brief. You have nothing to worry about."
I wanted his words to comfort me, I wanted him to be able to comfort me so badly. And yet when I was face to face with his master, I couldn't even muster the courage to put my faux brave face on. He pulled away from me and pushed me behind him as he greeted the being.
"Why do you continue to disappoint me so, Kylo Ren?" Snoke inquires with a voice of disdain.
This had something to do about me, I am sure of it.
"I am doing everything you asked me," Kylo retorts rather simply.
"And I gave you a bride, yet still you have no efforts for an heir!" he accuses, "must I teach you even in the ways of the flesh, boy?!"
Kylo clenches his fist, he mumbles, "no."
"THEN DO YOUR DUTY!"
"I am making sure everything is perfect for her. She cannot bear me and heir if she is damaged or scared," Kylo retorts.
Snoke tilts his head, "and are you trying to say that has something to do with me?"
"I am SAYING-" Kylo Ren starts, raising his voice as he did. In my shock, I pull back at his cloak, not wanting to feel the wrath of his master. Not now, not ever, especially not in my dreams, not again.
Kylo holds himself back. He huffs, "I will do my duties as her husband. This isn't something for you to meddle with."
"Meddle?" Snoke scoffs but then laughs. He, in fact, laughs so hard, it echoes in the room. He catches his breath then sighs, "Fine." Snoke raises a finger and suddenly, Kylo's boots skid on the floor as he is moved away to reveal me from behind him.
I turn to Snoke, feeling my heart quicken in my ribcage.
Kylo steps back in front of me. I take his arm and hold onto it for dear life.
Snoke stares at his protégé. He tilts his head, "I expect this to change, soon. Her belly should never not be carrying an heir."
Her belly should never not be carrying an heir.
Her belly should never not be carrying an heir.
Her belly should never not be carrying an heir.
"Enough!" Kylo snaps me out of my trance. I turn to him, eyes wide, body trembling. We weren't in the throne room any more, we were in our chambers, soaked in dark retreat of it all. I had no idea when we got here. All I know was I was here with Kylo, who was clutching my face so tightly. He looks at me with something of annoyance, something of concern, "don't think about him anymore, think about me. Just think about me."
I shake my head in sheer disbelief. I push his hands away, "is that supposed to make me feel better?"
Kylo straightens.
"You," I start, "want me here for the same reason he does!"
His expression hardens.
"You and him had plagued me with nightmares for as long as I can remember," I shake my head, "the only reason, I think, I don't have them anymore is because I actually get to live my nightmares out in real life."
"So?" he quips, "what do you mean to say?"
I bite my lip, "just-" I feel my eyes water, "take what you want and... and-"
I hold my breath when Kylo grabs my chin and tilts my head up to look at him. He brings his face close to mine. His nose is barely brushing my own. I feel his hot breath on my face as he enunciates one word, "want."
I blink rapidly at the sound of his voice.
"Shhh," he hushes, "if it's Snoke you worry about, don't. I have been planning something for him, long before you even came to me. He is the least of your worries," he explains. "But do you know what I want, bride?" he asks, as though to taunt me.
I shudder. I think of replying, but I don't.
"I know what you want," he mutters. He begins to move forward, and so I have no choice but to move back as he pushes me in the direction he wants, "you want to run away from me, baby bird. You think you can break free."
His hand only leaves my chin when my calves hit the foot of the bed and I fall back, heart hammering, breath clawing at my throat. He drones, "but what I want?"
Kylo Ren undoes his gloves and undoes his belt as he towers over me.
I want to strangle your light. I want to break you so badly. I want to fucking burn you from the inside until you can only hear yourself screaming from how good it feels to finally have your wet, little c-
I slap my hands to my mouth I hear the thoughts running through his head.
Kylo stills. He tilts his head then chuckles, "so... you heard that?"
I sigh deeply, attempting to even my breath as I back away from him. I squeak when he lunges and traps me beneath him. He crushes me against his chest and pins my wrists by my head. I turn away from him as he whispers hotly against my ear, "it would be so easy to have you like this, right?"
My screw my eyes shut. Tears lace my lashes.
"You won't even fight me off, you couldn't."
I shudder when he releases one of my wrists and brings his free hand down to my thighs. I feel my body burn and tingle at his slow caress.
He kisses my jaw and my skin there is set ablaze, "you don't want to fight me off," he chuckles, "you could at least do something with your hand to save face."
When I finally remember where my free hand is, Kylo takes it back in his and lifts his head, "too late." He pushes himself up, "look at me."
I clench my jaw.
"You'll know never to make me ask for the same thing twice."
I give a shallow huff and open my eyes, looking up at him.
"I want you to beg me," he whispers, "I want you to be so desperate to finally," he begins to further pull away, "finally, take you," he knits his brows, "to make you my wife that you get on your knees and weep for it."
A shiver runs down my spine as I watch him get up from the bed and grab his gloves, "until then," he reaches his hand out and uses his Force to cover me with the sheets, "you belong to yourself."
He haunts me in my dreams that night. Not as a figure of darkness, not as a ghost, but as a man, as starving entity, ready to consume me, eager to take me.
He haunts me every night after. And every night his intentions are made clearer and clearer until I wake up and think he and I wake up and I'm shocked he's not actually there.
It became hard to look at him, especially when my stomach began to flip and my thighs involuntarily pressed together. I was turning sick.
And then one day, the news spreads like wildfire. Snoke is dead, Kylo Ren is the Supreme Leader, and I, his Supreme Empress.
It was weird. I was called Empress before and he was called Emperor before, but now, now it was real. Now I was parading with Kylo Ren in the capital, looking at citizens waving at us and throwing flowers our way. And then I was shaking strangers' hands and Kylo snarled at whomever dared embrace me a second too long.
But what really cemented our reign and the realness of it all, was when someone tried to attack me. Kylo felt the assailant before he got too close though and choked him dead in the middle of the crowd. I watched as the man's weapon fell to the ground, as he withered in pain, as he eventually stopped moving. He suffered. I knew Kylo wanted him to. The festivities were long over after that, and I was then I was reminded of who he truly was.
He was a brute. A beast. The shadow in my mind. He was-
I turn over my left as a blanket is draped over my shoulder. Kylo Ren sits beside me on the bed and offers me glass of water, "I'm sorry you had to see that."
I huff at the sound of his apology. I wrap my blanket tighter on me.
He sighs and brings the glass to the table using his Force, "I would do it again, though. You should know. I would not hesitate even a second."
I curl my legs up into my chest, "am I supposed to be grateful?"
"I would prefer if you were," he mutters.
"Kylo..."
I suck in a breath when he says his name.
"I'm- I'm too tired to argue. I want to go to sleep," I mutter, moving on the bed until I was laid down. Kylo watches me as I do this, then stands.
"Wait," I call out, surprising even myself.
Kylo stills.
No turning back now. "I... I don't want to be alone... not after that... even though you did it."
Kylo waits.
He debates my words.
I hide behind my blanket, "nevermi-"
The next thing I know, I feel him move next to me. And there, he lies.
I feel him next to me. We're under the same blanket. I feel myself begin to grow warm.
"I can get a separate blanket if you're so uncomfortable."
"Get out of my fucking thoughts."
"... ... I don't want to."
I grunt and wrap myself tightly under the blanket, surely yanking however much was on Kylo off.
"Your mind is an oasis to me."
I say nothing.
"My mind is a dessert, you are my oasis."
I huff through the sheets, "don't talk to me like that."
"Like what?"
"Like that!"
"I'm telling you what-"
"I'm done with this conversation."
I close my eyes and tighten my embrace on myself. I release a breath and try to clear my mind.
"Are you that cold?" Kylo murmers
"I'm not cold."
"I know."
"Then why did you ask?" I quip turning to him.
I freeze when I do so, instantly regretting my decision. He was lying on his side, looking at me, his face was right in front of mine and his arms were wrapped around himself. He blinks slowly as he looks at me, "I know you want to be held."
I huff through my slightly agape mouth, then I clench my jaw tightly. I move back from him cautiously, retreating into my covers, into myself.
"I can hold you," he mutters softly.
I turn away from him, feeling my body ignite.
"I want to hold you," he whispers even softer. Let me hold you.
Shut up, get out of my head.
He takes a moment before speaking again. He releases a breath, "am I that terrifying to you, baby bird?"
Yes.
"Then why do you mutter my name while you sleep?"
I tighten my arms around myself. Stop trying to get into my head.
"I'm already in your head," he retorts, voice closer now, "and in your heart."
"Shut up," I whimper.
I hear high-pitched laugh in my head. His voice surrounds me through the Force. It makes my skin raise. I'm only telling you the truth.
"Face me," he mutters, "coward."
I scoff. I heave, feeling my insides curdle. I clench my jaw then hiss, "at least I'm not a killer with no remorse."
He laughs, "you're making it seem like I should have let him attack you."
"You didn't have to kill him!" I snap, turning back to him, pushing myself up on my palms, "you could have given him a prison sentence."
"For what?!" he barks back, unravelling his crossed arms, lifting face up slightly, "so he could plan to attack you again, but next time when I'm not around to defend you?!"
"He only wanted to attack me because I'm married to you!" I hiss, sitting up from my spot.
Kylo sits up too and shakes his head, "he wanted to attack you because he thinks you're my weakness."
"Because I am your weakness!" I quip, "I'm your docile bride!"
He scoffs, grabbing my jaw, "you made yourself into this, little girl," he leans towards me. My pulse quickens as he pushes my head back, hand coming to the side of my face, fingers digging into my hair, "you where the rebel that fought against my troops and managed to escape me. The Force is strong with you," he places his other hand on the other side of my face, "that is why you are my bride."
When Kylo Ren pulls away and lies down, my insides begin to burn, to fume, and rage at his words. I watch him and I slowly begin to see red. And yet, he closes his eyes and acts like this whole conversation didn't happen. He prepares to sleep like there's nothing wrong.
This is my final straw.
I lunge at him. I dart my claws out and growl. I jump on him and press down on his throat. I straddle him and lean all my weight all my strength onto his airways. His eyes shoot open. His hands dart to my wrists. He begins to choke. I put all my anger into my grip. I force against him, knowing full well if I lost the upper hand, I'd be dead.
Except he doesn't make an move beyond clutching my wrists. I wait for him to attempt to overpower me, I wait for him to throw me off him the way I knew he could, and end all of this, and, in turn, kill me instead, but he doesn't.
He doesn't fight back.
Instead he looks up at me as his air leaves him as his face begin to turn maroon, as his veins begin to stress, as his final breaths escape his lips. And then I realize what I was doing and I pull back.
I pull back and heave in horror, wrists breaking free of his hold, hovering by my chest as I looked down at him while he caught his breath. He closes his eyes as his palms land on my thighs. My eyes water, the same way tears laced his lashes.
Why didn't he fight back?
Why isn't he fighting back?
He wanted me to kill him?
He wanted me to kill him?
I watch as his chest rises and falls beneath me. I am then suddenly aware of our position. I feel a tinge burn in my cheeks and my core. It's inexplicable, whether I am embarrassed over the fact I tried to kill him or the fact I was straddling him beneath me.
Before I can get off him though, he finally overpowers me and traps me beneath him. Easily. Swiftly. I was nothing against him. And this fact was amplified as he pins my wrists down on the pillows overhead with just one hand. He presses himself against me, heaving heavily, as if he was doing something with great restraint. It makes my stomach drop.
"That's the difference between you and I," he pants, as his one hand comes up to my neck, "if I wanted you dead, my love..." he begins to press down on my throat.
I begin to panic and thrash beneath him.
Shhhhhh.
He steadies me still in his place. I am overcome by him, unsure if it was just his physical prowess or if he was using his Force as he pushes down on me. I get a semblance of an answer when the pressure on my throat remains and I unable to move my wrists though both his hands go to the sides of my thighs.
I gulp as he leaves hot kisses all over my skin. I huff sharply when I am released of my Force bounds. My hands dart to his torso, gripping at his clothes as I try to push him away.
I would never damage you.
I let out a sound when he releases his chokehold.
Not unless you want me to.
Kylo then begins to bring his face close to mine, pressing our cheeks together for a moment. My stomach rolls and my breath hitches when his hot lips meet my mine. My heart is racing. He undoubtedly could feel it against him.
My panic rises. I quickly manage in between kisses, "Kylo-"
"Beg me," he pulls away and breathes against my ear, "beg me..." he kisses the pulse on my neck, "to get off you-- to leave you alone, to shoot myself into the sun-"
Kylo begins to rub himself between my open legs. Slowly. Roughly. I whimper. He freezes. I feel blood rise up my face. I begin to push him back harder.
He tightens his hold on me, repelling my actions by pressing his weight further onto me, "beg me to finally make you live out your fantasies," his voice loudens, "to make you mine."
I grit my teeth tightly.
"Beg me," he groans, "beg."
I whine, nails digging into his sides as I push against him.
He kisses my jaw, hands leaving my thighs, grabbing my wrists, pushing them down on my sides, "use your words. Hark to me, my baby bird."
My breath hitches, "Kylo, please."
Kylo pulls his face back, nose just above mine, looking down at me with hooded eyes. He waits for me to continue, breath straining as he did. My lips part and my feel my pulse echo in every inch of my body.
I gulp and ready to speak... but I can't. I don't. My mouth goes dry and all I could think about was how his dark locks were framing his face, and how his lips were moving as he heaved arduously, and how I wanted to find where the scar on his face ended.
Then I am ripped out of my incredulous thoughts.
"Please what?" his breath his hot against my face as he coaxes.
I close my lips and catch my breath that was leaving me, "please... stop."
"Stop what, darling?" he utters. I close my eyes when he leans his forehead against mine. He releases my wrists, hands coming to my sides, nails scratching down me until his large hands ended up on my thighs again. I squeak when his hips buck into mine with more intent.
My hands come to Kylo's neck, fingers digging into the roots of his hair.
He shifts atop me, pulling his head back up, weight all on my core, making me moan at the pressure. His nose brushes against mine. He breathes out my name. My eyes shoot open because of it.
I find his eyes are screwed shut, a line between his brows. His jaw clenches. His nostrils flare as he steadies his breathing.
"Kylo-"
"Yes," he speaks before I even finish saying his name.
His eyelids slowly part when I tug his face towards me, legs tightening around his waist, crossing over his back. He lets out a huff that bounces from my face to his. His hands rub down to my butt and there his grip tightens.
Right when our lips brush against each other, he lifts his head ever so slightly and whispers, "beg me to make you mine."
My throat tightens.
"I need to hear it," his voice is soft.
I suck in a breath and call out his name.
He releases a sharp one as he says mine.
I call out his name.
He responds with mine.
I hesitate.
He rubs his nose against mine then says quietly, "make me yours please."
I suck in a breath. My stomach explodes with butterflies. "Make... me yours," I mumble, relaxing against him, hands rubbing down his neck to his shoulders. I close my eyes and sigh, "please."
He nods, "louder."
"Kylo-"
"Louder," he mutters with a tight breath, "one last time."
"Make me yours, please."
Kylo hisses then connects his lips to mine. He moans, amplifying the hungriness of the kiss. His hands are quick and desperate as they grip at my clothing. He pushes off me and begins to strip me of all the hindrances on my being
I whimper as he eagerly does his work. One by one, he rips my clothes off. He does so with such impatience, I hear the tears and the strains of my clothes.
He sits me down as he removes each piece off me until I'm left in my panties. I wrap my arms around my bare chest. Kylo leans in, hands rubbing my bare thighs. My skin pricks because of the contact. He mutters, "your turn, my dear."
He kisses me as he grabs my hands. He pries them off my chest and ends our kiss, placing my palms at the hem of his top. He lifts his hands, eyes not leaving mine, wordlessly urging me to strip him.
I shift on my knees and pull his top off, discarding it along with the rest of my clothing that he threw on the floor. My hands instinctively come to his pants, fiddling the belt on his waist band.
He gets on his knees and grabs my face. He pulls me in for a kiss, moving closer until I'm pressed against the headboard. He guides my hands as they push his pants down.
We keep kissing until he breaks away to strip all together. I don't have time to react cause when he does, he pushes me down using his Force, and brings my legs together as to rid me of the last thing keeping me modest. I screw my eyes shut as he snatches my underwear.
Before I could feel too conscious about being naked in front of the man that was my husband, about to consummate our marriage, I let out a shaky sound as my legs are grabbed and pushed apart.
I suck in a breath as my arms fly again to my chest. They only stay there for a moment. Even that, Kylo pulls apart as he presses against me. He presses my arms down on the pillows by the sides of my head.
I am unable to conceal my cries at the feel of his hot body pressing against mine. I feel his taut stomach press against my core. It drew out another sound I could not keep in. I feel my pulse against him. I feel my wetness smear on his skin. His hands leave my arms to grab onto my thighs.
When I finally dared to open my eyes, I caught the moment Kylo sank his head onto my chest and began to suckle at the skin on my sternum.
I whimper then I bite my lip tightly. Kylo looks up at me as he takes my left breast and nips at it. He begins to rub against me.
I fist his hair into my hands. I press my head back against the pillows. Kylo's hands travel to my hipbones and digs in his fingers into me. He releases my breast and checks on his work, appreciating the mark he left of my skin before continuing to attend to my breast with his mouth.
I tighten my legs around his waist as he continues to grind down on me. I feel my heart racket behind my ribs as Kylo moves to my other breast.
"Kylo," I whimper, as my nails dig into his scalp.
He moans and releases my flesh, whispering hotly against my skin, "yes, my empress?"
I exhale through my open mouth and look at him with a dazed expression. I clutch his cheeks, "I want you-- need you-" I sigh.
Kylo lifts his body slightly, one hand releasing my hip. "To what?" he murmurs, "-need to hear you say it."
His fingers roughly draw a line from my side to my core. I gasp when he touches my aching nub. I lift my head, looking out at his hand as he looks down on me. His two digits dote on the wet heat between my legs. He slowly rubs circles on my flesh, teasing my entrance.
He holds my hips in place as a squirm beneath him. Then his hands hook by the curve of my thigh and pushes one leg up to my chest. He leans in and says, "need to what, my bride?"
I whine as my hands brush down to his shoulders. I claw at him, pulling him closer to me, "need to..." whimper, "to be made yours."
He exhales loudly. He heaves heavily as he sinks two fingers into my sopping core, slowly and firmly rubbing into me, stretching my flesh deliciously. I whine like a wraith.
"You have no idea how long I've imagined touching you like this," he admits as he toys my entrance with his fingers.
"Kylo."
He pulls his hand away and grabs my other thigh, pushing it up by my ribs.
I look at him as he brings his face close and lifts his hips. He digs his fingers into the bend of my knees and my toes curl when I feel him press against me, hard and pulsing.
I lick my lips and break into a whine when he slowly sheathes himself into me, releasing a hot breath by the crown of my head as he did so.
I whimper at the feel of him sinking in all the way. I tighten my legs around him and reach out to the sheets by my sides and rip at them.
Kylo slowly begins to rock into me, groaning as he does so, "so warm, wet and soft," he grabs my hands and places it on his back, "so soft and-" he licks my skin and bites down.
I choke on my breath as he does this. His pace thrusts hasten. He hands grab my knees and push them into my chest, "mine. All mine."
He lifts himself up and ruts into me with vigor.
Soon enough I feel my mind blur while my voice lets out incoherences at the snapping of Kylo's hips.
I claw at his back with little regard for how much it may hurt him.
Kylo howls in response, quickening his pace even more, adjusting his hold on me until his position was perfect and my head was knocking slightly into the board.
"Fill you up with me," he grunts, "fill you until you're a mess, mark you until you're tender, repeat until you're sore."
I don't respond. I don't know what to. I don't have much of a brain to speak anything anyway.
Kylo thrusts into me at such a strong and steady pace, it's not long until I feel a flurry in my stomach and a tingle in my chest.
I whine out his name. I pull him into me. He leans in and huffs against my cheek, "feels good, right? I can make you feel good."
I catch his lips into my teeth. He rip away only to kiss me as he breaks me.
We pull away to breathe yet Kylo does lose his tempo. I feel my eyes water and my mouth dry over my continuous jaw dropped cries.
"Just want to make you feel good," he whispers heavily, "want to make you mine."
"Feel so good," I mindlessly mutter, "so - Kylo."
In that next moment, I feel my insides shatter around him. I let out a loud cry of relief. My fingers curl into his back as I tighten and convulse around him. My toes curl as I lock my legs around him. Instantaneously, I feel a sharp heat splatter into me and it magnifies my delirium.
I hear him curse and whine against my ear. I feel him tighten his hold on me as he continues the work with his hips, still as quick as before.
And as I ride out my high and tighten around him, only then does Kylo's actions find some irregularity. My head no longer hits the board, though my body very much still moves up and down with Kylo's movements.
As the final ripples of my pleasure calm down, so does the knocking of our hips.
When he is satisfied, he releases my hips and grabs my face. He kisses me and catches his breath in between.
"Do you want me to get off you?" he asks.
I quickly shake my head in disagreement and wrap my arms around him.
"Good," he rests his head beside mine and slowly relaxes on top of me. He sighs and brushes his nose against my head, "I want to stay in you forever."
I bite my lip and lean my face into his.
"I will write your name in the stars," he whispers, "I will give you everything in the galaxy. All you have to do is be mine."
I gulp and sigh heavily, yet I internally find myself agreeing.
His hand rubs my side, "I hope you don't get pregnant too quickly," he kisses my head, "there's so much I have to do with you first."
