So, It's pretty obvious that I'm an avid fanfic reader and writer (even if I never post any of it), and I often have plot bunnies pop up into my head outta nowhere. Most of them never get anywhere except saved in a prompt list I have in a file for inspiration if I need it, but it tends to collect a lot of metaphorical dust. This time, however, I decided to shake things up a bit by issuing a challenge to some of my favorite authors!
Feel free to pass this along and invite some of your favorite authors to join the challenge, if you want.
Finally, here's the challenge!
Your top three favorite characters, from any story, have been suddenly somehow transported right smack dab into the middle of your living room. Yours, not any of your characters. They know you. They know what you've written about them. However, they are not offended or disturbed. Instead, they're flattered, they're amused. What kind of shenanigans are they going to get up to in the real world and what are you gonna do about it?
Do with this challenge as you will. If you wanna write crack, go nuts! If you wanna make a fluff piece, make a fluff piece! If you want to write a soulmate fic, bring on the feels! If you want to write a dark romance, write a dark romance! If you wanna write smut, be as raunchy as you want!
Also, if you're feeling inclined, you could even write a part 2, where you end up being taken back into their world with them later!
happy may the 4th! for this year’s holiday, me & @little-diable decided to co-write a little bit of nasty smut about our favorite man 🖤
The hallway was quiet, only the sound of the knights boots pounding against the floor could be heard. Y/n’s heart was beating in sync with their steps, racing as if she had been running for the past hours. She had been ripped from her sleep by the masked men, forcing her out of her bed without getting the chance to put something more covering on.
Her sheer nightdress clung to her body, showing off the skin that was marked by his kisses, marks left by teeth and tongue, clearly owning the woman he had married many moons ago. Maker, every inch of hers belonged to him, to the man ruling the galaxy, the man with raven black hair and eyes so daunting even his knights shrunk away from.
Y/n had asked questions the knights hadn’t replied to, keeping her in the dark. Her mind was trying to pierce the puzzle pieces together, wondering why they had asked her to follow them to the throne room, hoping that Kylo was awaiting her, to tell her what was going on. She wasn’t disappointed, eyes meeting his as they entered the room, halting in their step as Kylo raised his gloved hand.
The man was sitting on the iron throne, one boot placed on his other knee, sinking further into the throne as if he was lounging around. And yet his gaze had nothing calm to it, fueled by something that left her panting. Kylo stared at her for a few moments, eyes wandering up and down her barely dressed frame, taking in the expensive silk fabric, before he met her gaze once again.
“Strip, pet.” It was a simple command, and yet y/n didn’t dare move, wondering if he was only toying with her. But Kylo’s gaze wasn’t urged on by any teasing, didn’t give away what he was truly trying to do. So, her hands began to move, slow at first, pulling one strap down, before the other followed. Heat flushed through her as the fabric fell to the ground, fighting against the need to cover herself up, not used to the piercing gaze of Kylo’s knights.
Y/N could feel seven sets of eyes on her, Kylo’s piercing green gaze making her feel like she was going to crumble at his feet.
He watched her struggle to take in shallow breaths, hands clearly trembling as she fought to keep them from covering herself, though the sheen leaking down her thighs suggested a masochistic enjoyment of the semi-public humiliation.
A snap of Kylo’s fingers pulled Y/N toward his throne, invisible hands dragging her forward and up the steps to where he laid like a king before his subjects. He shifted positions, pulling her to kneel between his legs, holding her face in a gloved hand. Kylo’s thumb brushed over Y/N’s cheek, the softness of the touch contrasting with the starving gaze that seemed to eat her alive.
“So well behaved for me. Show my knights how wet you’ve gotten knowing they can see you being submissive for me,” he ordered, hauling her forward to bend over his lap, kicking her knees apart.
“Kylo!” Her soft cry was rewarded with a hard slap to her ass, leaving a red handprint in its wake. Warmth shot through her, twisting in Y/N’s lower belly as the pain made her drip, giving the knights even more of a sight to palm themselves to.
“Supreme Leader,” Kylo corrected, “I’ll put that mouth to better use than pathetic begs.”
Her head was growing fuzzy with submission, the perspective narrowing in on Kylo and his words, forgetting the audience that watched only a few meters away. Kylo’s large hands unfastened his robes, freeing himself of the tight constraints. Y/N shuddered, always wondering how in the galaxies she was going to be able to take him — despite Kylo proving time and time again that he’d make her take every inch of him, one way or another.
“Open your mouth,” he spoke, the words lost on her, caught up in a daze, mesmerized by how beautiful the young god was before her.
“Obey me, pet, unless you want each of these knights to have their way with you,” Kylo hissed, gripping her jaw.
Her jaw was pulsing against his tight grip, leaving marks he’d kiss in the early morning hours. A deep breath was exhaled before y/n slowly parted her lips, opening her mouth wide enough for his cock to rest on her tongue. She needed a moment to adjust, corners of her mouth already burning from the uncomfortable stretch. Kylo’s groans left her walls clenching, unable to stop her arousal from dripping down her thighs, making a mess on her skin.
“Maker, look at you, such a whore for my cock, you’d die for a taste, wouldn’t you?” She hummed around his cock, eyes fluttering close to concentrate on the bobbing movement of her head. Y/n could feel the eyes of the knights on her body, burning into her skin without moving, not daring to go against Kylo’s commands. The situation had something awfully thrilling to it, urging her on to push him closer to the edge, wanting to taste him.
Kylo’s gloved hand guided her head, not daring to break contact just yet. But even though the man kept towering over her, not moving away, she felt an unfamiliar touch on the inside of her thighs, eyes snapping open to find his dark ones.
“Don’t you stop, pet.” With a gasp rolling off her tongue, y/n tired to keep herself focused - without any luck. The force had reached her cunt, teasing her arousal-covered folds, forcing her to tremble.
Kylo gave a sharp pull to her hair as her actions faltered, distracted by the invisible fingers dancing over her clit, teasing her entrance by just barely pushing inside.
Y/N’s whimper was muffled by his cock in her mouth, the sheer size forcing tears from her eyes as her throat constricted around him. She could feel him throbbing, so close to coming undone from watching her fight off an orgasm and burn alive from the embarrassment of his men bearing witness.
“Hold it, pet,” Kylo growled, demanding she didn’t come, despite his force turning her into a desperate, trembling wreck.
She hollowed her cheeks, big eyes gazing up at him with tears welling at her lashes, forcing herself down until her nose brushed his toned abdomen, painfully. taking every inch of him.
Kylo’s head fell back, dark waves tumbling around his regal face, mouth opening as he came hard down her throat. His taste was overpowering, filling her mouth as a hand in her hair forced her to stay down, choking on every last drop he had to give. The intensity sent a shudder through Y/N, fighting off her own orgasm, trying to be obedient to the man who dominated her.
Y/N had never felt so thankful for oxygen, catching her breath, placing a hand on Kylo’s knee to stabilize herself as soon as he let her sit back on her heels. The force had momentarily vanished from her sex, the only sensation being what dripped down her thighs in a filthy display of arousal.
His thumb gathered what had spilled from her lips, silently demanding she lick it off him as he pushed down on her tongue, making his pathetic slut gag once again, reminding her that he always had control over her body.
“Supreme Leader, please,” the plea was desperate, sending a shock of electricity to Kylo’s cock that was already growing hard again.
“Come here,” he helped her stand on trembling legs, pulling her forward until she was straddling his hips.
“Kiss me,” her shaking hands found their way to his hair, the facade of being nothing more than a toy, fracturing as he caught a glimpse of the wife he loved.
Kylo paused their cat-and-mouse game, a gentle hand coming to the back of Y/N’s head, dragging her into a kiss that was just as messy as their sex, desperate and primal. He moaned softly into her mouth, feeling her grind down on his cock, dragging her velvety wet slit against him, wordlessly begging to be fucked.
“You’re going to let my knights watch you fall to pieces for me,” Kylo’s command was firm, a strong hand wrapped around her throat.
“Yes, Supreme Leader.”
Kylo flipped her body as if you weighed nothing to him, pulling her back against his chest, so she was facing the six knights who were witnessing her filth, touching themselves as imagined touching her, knowing Kylo would never allow it.
Her head fell back as he fisted her hair, pulling hard as he dragged his pet down onto his cock, sheathing himself deep in her cunt, kissing her cervix as the knights nearly creamed at the sight of his outline pushing against her belly. Y/N knew to behave, but a pornographic moan tumbled from her lips, thighs shaking as Kylo guided her to bounce on his cock, his strength being the only thing that kept her upright.
She knew that it wouldn’t take long for her to give in, to scream his name as a powerful orgasm rippled through her, and yet she prayed to the stars that the moment would last, not yet ready to let go. Her walls burned around his cock, still not used to the stretch, a heavenly pain she’d dream of once he left the base for endless seeming days.
“Such a right cunt even after all those years, I could bury myself in you.” Kylo panted his words, a dark chuckle left him as he felt her tremble, wondering how much longer she’d be able to go on. For a moment his gaze found the frames of the knights, unable to drown out their graphic thoughts, wishing it was them with their cocks stuffing her holes.
Kylo’s grunts were enough to make her choke on her moans, fingernails trying to claw into the fabric of his armour. It was a pathetic try to stop herself from giving in, knowing that a punishment would follow should she not ask for his permission.
“Speak, pet, I can feel you clenching my cock.” Y/n struggled to keep on breathing let alone to speak up, eyes glassy from the pressure she used to hold herself together. A “Please” managed to claw through her, a sound Kylo seemed to pay no attention to.
“Please, Supreme Leader. Let me cum.” His hips jerked upwards, forcing his cock even deeper into her tightness as if he was scared that she’d flee from him, evaporate into a cloud of nothingness. He marveled at her for a few seconds, gaze flickering between her pleasure-drunken features and the masked ones of his knights.
“Cum for me, pet.” Her eyes rolled back into her head, teeth buried in her lower lip. Blood dripped from the thin skin, but before her tongue could even dare to wipe it away, Kylo had pulled her back against him for a rough kiss. Her orgasm clashed through her, moans swallowed by his lips and yet it seemed to be loud enough to make the knights tense.
Kylo kept snapping his hips, chasing his own high for a few more moments before he harshly pulled her down, forcing her to hold still. A deep groan left the man, cum painting her walls white like he had done numerous times before. She was panting, unable to focus on anything but the feeling of Kylo filling her, leaving his stain on the crying woman.
She collapsed back against his chest, small shudders making her tremble from the aftershocks. She ached everywhere, head full of clouds as she inhaled the scent of her lover, Kylo draping his cloak over the two of them, covering her modesty from his knights.
“Leave us,” he commanded, clearing the room.
Kylo let her rest for a few moments, his strong arms securing y/n to his chest, trailing his fingers over the bruises that had formed as evidence of the night’s activities. She kissed him softly, her movements clearly slow and tired. Kylo made her breathe bitch as he lifted her suddenly, carrying her back to the safety of their chambers, where a shower could be had and bruises could be tended to.
“Kylo,” she murmured into his shoulder as he took the time to wash every bit of her skin, despite the begs to just let the two of them go to bed.
“Yes?”
“I think I like you having me in front of your knights,” Y/N’s whisper was shy, hiding her face in the towel that was wrapped around her.
“You like me claiming my wife in front of all them? Does it turn you on to know that they can all get off to the sight of you?” Kylo’s tone held the slightest hint of teasing, pulling his wife in for another tired kiss.
“I like it when you’re big and intimidating, I love when you make me feel owned,” she admitted, giggling as she collapsed into dark silk sheets with the Supreme Leader, the dull throbbing in her body serving as a reminder that every inch of her belonged to him.
Kylo dragged her to lay on his chest, kissing the marks on her wrists from how he’d restrained her. His skin was warm and smelled clean, the rhythm of his heartbeat echoing hers, his deep, quiet voice worshipping his goddess until the sunrise.
Here you’ll find all different kind of challenges and celebrations. Please respect that this is my own work and I worked really hard on those imagines, don’t copy or edit stuff. However reblog, comment and like as much as you want. Enjoy my loves. xxx
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