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The Dream

Originally posted on AO3 but I thought I'd bring it over here as well.

SMUT 18+

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Before you were Empress, you worked as a weapons engineer, designing, and creating weapons for the First Order and you managed to bring this creative aspect of you into every part of your life. It was what drew you to Kylo the first time that you met. Him and his knights had been out on a mission, during which their engineer had fallen ill and he had demanded Phasma give him a replacement. That was you. You managed to fix their weapons and add your own modifications, working with the knights to create weapons that did exactly what they wanted. The way you treated his men with respect and humour, and in turn him, had opened his mind up to the possibility of something more.

It didn’t take him long to fall for you. You were around the group of seven a lot and he learned your personality very quickly and the more he learnt, the more he liked. Within weeks, he knew your favourite comebacks to the knights’ teasing. He knew your favourite foods, for the knights would bring them to you during particularly long jobs. He knew your favourite music and the way you sang under your breath. He knew almost everything there was to know, within the realm of professionality. What he didn’t know, he yearned to. He yearned to know what your lips felt like against his, against his cock, whether you preferred hard or soft fucking, whether you would share. Sharing has always been a big part of his sex life; him and his men sharing the same three whores at brothels when they needed a quick release. He wondered if you’d let him continue with that lifestyle.

He didn’t have to wonder for too long.

His knights were more observant than he gave them credit for. They noticed the looks he sent your way, how his eyes always found you when you were laughing. They noticed too, the way you would look back when you thought no one was looking. Due to their hive mind, secrets were laughable to try and keep and they soon knew of his fondness towards you. It also meant they could share with him the stolen glances you took and the way your eyes lingered on him during training. It wasn’t long before they set you two up; tricked you both into a room, locked it and refused to open it until you two had fucked out your feelings. It only snowballed from there: holding hands, dates, sharing his bed after long evenings, moving into his rooms, cooking meals for the seven of them and, finally, a proposal. You accepted and the next few months were a whirlwind of lace and flowers until your wedding happened and the galaxy finally had its Empress.

There was one thing it took them longer to know and that was your preference for dominance. You refused to submit to Kylo and, admittedly it took him a while to be completely comfortable with this, having so much control in every other aspect of his life meant that he struggled to let go in the bedroom. It took some coaxing and a lot of reassuring before Kylo was willing to submit for you but when he did, oh it was glorious. The knights took a bit longer to come around. They hadn’t known you for that long really and they didn’t have the connection that you and Kylo did but, in time, they learned. They learnt not to challenge you.

Your marriage had been going swimmingly, as well as the sex. It wasn’t until Exegol when the scavenger got involved. That, you soon found, became a problem. With the Resistance defeated, Kylo brought her back to your ship; “for the time being” he said. You called bullshit. You saw the way she looked at your husband. The way she trained her eyes on his muscles. It angered you to no end. You told Kylo about this and it took him a whole day (of fucking) for him to convince you he only had eyes for you. Once you had this reassurance, you could look at Rey with a more level mind and, slowly, an idea began to form in your mind. If it was Kylo she wanted, it was Kylo she would get.

You entered the dark room with a nervous Rey by your side. She, like the men chained to the posts, was stark naked while you were clothed in a dark blue sheer robe, hair down. The room itself had one light source, a spotlight in the middle which illuminated the dark-haired man, lying flat on his back, naked and chained to the floor. Around the outskirts of the circle of light, the six men bound to the six pillars were dimly lit. They were all watching, waiting.

You moved forwards with Rey trailing shyly behind you, trying to take in the whole scene. Group sex was nothing new for the eight of you; you did indeed share. You drifted over to your husband on the floor and stood over him, examining him under the bright light. He blinked innocently back up at you. So patient you thought to yourself. From your right hand you produced a light blue dildo. It was certainly something: long, thick and veiny. Rey eyed it as if it was going to jump up and bite her. Internally you scoffed at her; she could never give him what he needs. To get her over her fear of the inanimate object you handed it to her before crouching down to talk to Kylo. “You’ll co-operate with her actions” you told him firmly. “Yes mistress” was the answer you got in that deep voice you loved. You smiled at him, giving him one last reprieve before you began. Standing up and turning to face Rey, you gave her a simple order “fuck his face” you told her gently. She gulped and turned to face him, walking over and gingerly kneeling down beside his head. Obediently he opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue. Waiting. She hesitated and looked back up at you “ Go on” you told her. Warily, she turned back and leant over him, dildo in hand, before guiding it into his mouth.

Like a good boy he craned his head up to meet it and let it slide into his mouth and, as she pushed a little harder, down into his throat. Rey drew it out and repeated the motion again and then again, and soon the sloppy sound of saliva filled the room. As she gained confidence and went harder, the sounds grew louder and louder and you noticed some of the knights shifting slightly against their binds, itching to join in. You smirked to yourself; they’d get the chance. Turning back to Rey, you watched her for a little longer before you grew frustrated. He was only taking half the dildo at best down his throat; you knew he could do much better than that. So, you moved to kneel beside her and wordlessly asked for the dildo, she handed it over and sat back to watch as, without warning, you pushed the dildo all the way down his throat up to the hilt, before slowly removing it as he gagged. Behind you, you heard Rey gasp slightly and said ”He can take it", more to reassure him than her. He gazed up at you while you let a hand brush his cheek. He grinned shyly. You grinned back, before repeating the process again, a third time and fourth time and on the fifth time you held the dildo in there, watching his tongue strain and moving a hand to caress his throat where you could feel it lodged. You made eye contact with him as you held it there and watched as some tears managed to fall before finally pulling it out, listening to him cough and spit. With your left hand you moved forward and brushed some strands of hair out of his eyes and off his forehead murmuring “good boy”. Those wide brown eyes, so desperate for praise, snapped up to yours and you gave him a small, proud smile before standing and moving until you were behind Rey.

You grasped the bun she wore and tilted her head back, sliding a hand to her jaw and hooking two fingers over her lower teeth to open her mouth. Looming over her, you brought the dildo up to her mouth and, rather gently for you, slid it in. Fucking her face for a few minutes while she gagged on it until her eyes became bleary with tears and they pleaded with you to stop. You didn’t until you felt there was enough saliva in her mouth. You brought the dildo out of her mouth and let it fall to the floor but you did not release her hair, instead you used it to guide it over to Kylo’s face. “Open” you commanded him and he did, guiding Rey’s head until it was hovering over his you told her “spit”, she hesitated for a fraction of a second before she did so, spitting a mouthful of saliva into your husband’s mouth. “Swallow” you commanded him and, locking eyes with you, he did. You smiled gently and released Rey, giving her a gentle shove in the direction of Kylo’s feet. “He doesn’t cum until the other six have” you looked at her and she nodded, sidling up to Kylo’s cock, which was already painfully hard, and taking it into her hand. You heard Kylo breathe a sigh of relief and smiled to yourself, it wouldn’t be that way for long.

Behind you, a loud clanking was heard as someone’s shackles fell away; you had released a knight. They all knew why. You had a system of determining who garnered most of the attention by basing it off their previous mission. Whoever had done the best then got all the spoils during the next session. This time it was Kuruk who had performed best.

He took two steps forward and waited, distancing himself from his brothers but waiting for your command. You turned around and walked over to him. You felt multiple eyes follow you there but you ignored them until you stood infront of Kuruk. You grinned at him and he grinned back, anticipating what was to come. “You did well” you told him softly, “thank you mistress” he answered. You moved forward and wrapped your arms around his neck bringing your lips to his. He waited, stiff as a board to read your actions and understand if he was allowed to move or not. He took this a yes and his arms encircled you, one resting on your lower back and the other grazing the base of your skull holding him close you as he kissed you back fervently. Your hands wove themselves into his hair as you opened your mouth to let him, tongues playfully meeting in the middle. You two stayed like this for a minute just enjoying each other’s company before you broke away and led him over to Kylo, who now had the pleasure of enjoying Rey’s mouth. Kuruk knelt next to Kylo, already assuming where this was going. He was right. “Use him” you said and he wasted no time. Swinging a leg over him so his cock hung heavy in front of Kylo’s mouth he assumed a push up position over him and as Kylo opened his mouth, Kuruk guided himself in with a sigh and began to thrust leisurely. You lay down on the floor and wiggled down until you were between Kuruk’s outstretched arms, head in line with his. You tapped his arm and he grinned, coming down to rest on his forearms as you wound your hands back into his hair so you could kiss him. As the three of you settled into this position, groans and sights were heard from the other five who were helpless against their own raging erections.

You smiled into Kuruk’s lips and he grinned back, stroking your tongue with his own. “You can be rougher if you want” you told Kuruk slyly “ He won’t bite”. At this, Kuruk’s hips gained more force behind their thrusts and the sounds of Kylo gagging came much more regularly. You snuck your foot down under his head to prevent it from smacking into the concreate and you felt warmth down the bond. It was at this point that another idea came into your head and you detached your lips from Kuruk’s and sat up. “Rey” you called out. She removed her mouth from Kylo, lips puffy, and looked up at you expectantly. “Come here”. She came. Crawling up next to Kuruk’s moving hips. “I think Kuruk deserves something more for his courage, don’t you?” you asked. She nodded. “Come here then” you said and she moved forwards as you wound another hand into her hair. “Kuruk stop” you told him and he did, cock fully down Kylo’s throat like the dildo had been. You guided Rey’s hair up towards where the two men were joined. Spreading Kuruk apart you guided her head to where his puckered hole was and you pushed her head forwards until she kissed it. Kuruk groaned loudly and moved his legs wider for better access. “Go on” you said letting go of her hair now so she could do it on her own. Taking a deep breath, she used both her hands to spread him part and gave him a long lick. You smiled contentedly and went back to your spot beneath Kuruk who now had a constant stream of curses coming from his mouth. “You can move now” you said softly. He cursed again “Fuck, thank you mistress” and began his thrusts picked up, slightly more gently as he was wary of Rey’s head. You captured his lips once more drowning out his moans until they became too loud to ignore. Pulling back, you looked into his face. “Are you going to cum?” you asked him. “F- fuck yes mistress can I cum? can I pleas- fuck- come please please”. His begging was music to your ears and you smiled up at him, “Of course you can” you said, tucking a stray piece of hair behind his ear. “Thank you mistress, thank you thank you,” he said, his hips speeding up again. Instead of brining your lips back up to his, you brought two fingers up to his lips and thrust them in and out of his willing mouth. The sloppy sounds of Kylo’s mouth became louder and louder until Kuruk buried himself up to the hilt in his master’s mouth with a loud, feverish moans, slightly muffled by your fingers.

“Don’t swallow, Kylo” you said over his groans. Obediently you didn’t see Kylo’s throat bob as Kuruk pulled out, Rey moved out of the way and sure enough, Kylo had a healthy mouthful of cum. You brought Kuruk’s face over and removed your fingers “Spit” you told him and he did, right into Kylo’s open mouth. “Now you can swallow” you told him and like the good boy he was, he did. Due to his rather full mouth Kylo hadn’t been able to clean Kuruk’s cock of every bit of cum so you brought Rey up to suck it clean. Once he was finished you stood him up and stood up yourself, whispering a question into his ear. He shook his head. You nodded and he turned around and walked over to the post he was chained to, sitting down, and resting up against it. You turned back to Kylo asking him: Are you okay? Yes mistress Do you remember your safe word? Yes mistress. What is it? Red. Good boy. With that you pulled out of his mind and sent Rey back down to suck his cock for a job well done. Even though he was no where near finished.

The next manacles to fall were Trudgen’s. He stepped forward rubbing his wrists and you met him halfway, holding his hand and leading him back to where Kylo lay. Trudgen, reading the room extremely well, assumed his position hovering horizontally across your husband so that his cock also hung in front of his mouth but his hands were above Kylo’s right shoulder. He didn’t start thrusting without your word, just made himself comfortable, sighing slightly at the relief Kylo’s mouth gave him as he settled in.

You moved from where you had been watching Trudgen place himself and walked around the pair to pick up the discarded dildo and brought it back round until you sat down cross-legged in front of Trudgen’s face. “Open” you told him and he did, opening his mouth wide and sticking out his tongue and you pushed the dildo in until it was comfortably lodged in his throat. Only then did you give permission for him to move and he did with a grateful groan as you began fucking his mouth at the same speed as his hips moved in and out of your husband. The other knights that had been left unsatisfied grumbled and groaned under their breathe and tugged fruitlessly at their restraints, wishing for some kind of release that would not come until you allowed it to. As Trudgen’s thrusts sped up you stopped moving the dildo instead shoving it as far down his throat as Trudgen could stand so that as he came, he bit down hard and moaned loudly. “Don’t swallow darling” you commanded the man lying on the floor who listened and kept still as his mouth was filled for a second time. Pulling the dildo out of Trudgen’s mouth you had a hand in his hair and moved his head so that he could repeat Kuruk’s actions and spit into his master’s waiting mouth, which he did. “Now” you told Kylo and he did. Pulling Trudgen up, you whispered the same question again and, like Kuruk, he also said no. You nodded and Trudgen turned around to go and sit by his pole.

Just as you were about to release the third knight, you heard Rey sigh quietly and you turned to face her with an eyebrow raised. “He’s going to cum if I do anymore” she said and it was then that you noticed the whimpers coming out of Kylo at every graze of Rey’s hand against his straining erection and the pained look of concentration on his scrunched-up face. You contemplated for a moment before the solution came to you and you told her “You’ll just have to give him another kind of stimulation”.

The shackles on Kylo’s wrists and ankles unlocked with a clank and you looked him straight in the face. “Hands and knees” you ordered. He obeyed on shaking limbs and you brought Rey up to his lower back. “I wonder” you asked her, picking up her right hand in your own “If you can guess what I’m going to ask of you?” From the look on her face, she could and she peered fearfully up at you. “I’ve never… I haven’t” She got out before you became frustrated. Scoffing, you grabbed her wrist and pulled her around to Kylo’s mouth and pushed in three fingers of her right-hand in. “For stars sake it’s not that hard” you told her crossly, vigorously thrusting her fingers in and out to ensure they were lubricated enough before you dragged her back round to Kylo’s backside. You dropped her wrist and waited to see what she would do on her own. The answer was nothing but sit there and tremble. You gave it ten seconds before you pulled her head back by her hair, causing her to yelp, and pushed the fingers of your own right hand into her mouth, thrusting them in and out violently for you really were quite annoyed with her. There was no way she could ever please him properly on her own. When you felt they were sufficiently wet, you removed your fingers and wiped them up and down against Kylo’s hole causing him to whine and wiggle slightly. You smacked his left ass cheek as a warning and he stilled. One hand still tightly secured in Rey’s hair you slowly pushed a single finger into Kylo and he groaned loudly at the intrusion. You moved gently in and out for a few minutes before you attempted to add a second finger but alas, your husband was so tightly wound up that he could not relax enough to allow such a stretch. You sighed slightly and pulled your finger out, before guiding Rey’s head back to replace it. “Lick him” You told her quietly “Until he can relax enough” She nodded and began to lick and suck for all she was worth, causing Kylo to make some very loud noises. In retaliation, you let the third set of restraints clatter to the floor.

Vicrul bounded forward, grinning widely and eager to join in the fun. He walked over to the three of you and knelt in front of Kylo, dick in hand and guided himself into Kylo’s waiting mouth. This time, you had something slightly different in mind. Picking up the dildo once Vicrul had settled you crossed over so you were stood next to your husband’s shoulders and lifted a leg up to settle around Vicrul’s waist. Getting the hint, Vicrul held onto your waist as you pushed your other leg to wrap around his waist and he brought one arm under you to hold you up and the other snaked around your waist to hold you against him. You were now face to face with him and you grinned at him, which he returned. You gave him permission and as his hips began to move, you pulled his head back and thrust the dildo into his throat.

The four of you must have made quite a sight. Rey’s face buried in Kylo’s backside, her own pussy exposed and glistening with her arousal. Kylo trying his best to suck Vicrul the way he liked while trying not to give in to the pleasure that was coursing through his body. You clinging onto Vicrul’s torso as he held you up while you invaded his mouth and violated his throat. Vicrul was one of your favourites for he was very enthusiastic in all that he did and this was no exception. He was groaning loudly as he took the dildo down his throat and thrusting wildly into Kylo’s mouth with less and less restraint as his orgasm drew near. He gazed into your eyes and you could read the question the posed to you. “Yes you may” you said and with that Vicrul gave one last particularly hard thrust into Kylo’s mouth and stilled, groaning loudly. “You know what to do” you spoke to your husband as you slowly pulled the dildo out of Vicrul’s mouth as he stepped back. He put you gently down and you turned to see Kylo, an open mouth full of cum, tear tracks down his red cheeks and desperation in his eyes. He looked glorious. You brought Vicrul in front of Kylo and pushed on his shoulders until he squatted down, and you gave him the order. He spat, hard, into Kylo’s mouth; he remained still until you said “swallow” which he did with a big gulp, breathing heavily. You pulled Vicrul back up to standing and whispered in his ear. He shook his head and you dismissed him as he turned to join his brothers against his post.

You walked round to Rey and check on her progress. “What do you think?” You asked her “ Do you think he’s ready?” She nodded, but there wasn’t much confidence behind it. “Well, go on then” You told her and she brought her right hand up to her mouth and sucked on two of her fingers before bringing them to Kylo’s hole and pushing one in. She gently fucked him for a short while before testing the waters with another finger, which slipped in relatively easily. “Good” You said, “continue until he’s taking four”. Kylo whimpered and let his head fall down between his shoulders.

You paid him little mind as the fourth set of chains fell. Ushar came forward this time, up to where you stood next to Kylo and knelt down beside you. Kylo was getting weaker, slacking. He’d let his head fall down inbetween his shoulders. You roughly yanked his head up by his hair until Ushar’s erection was right infront of his face. “Suck” you cooed at him and he did. Producing the dildo with a flourish you came to stand behind Ushar who was on his knees, hands entwined in his master’s hair to keep him at a pace Ushar preferred. Your hand came to rest on top of his head and guided it backwards so you could push the dildo down his throat and fuck him like you had the others.

He groaned and squirmed under your hand and you had to smack the side of his face to get him to settle. It made the others moan and then Kuruk piped up “Please mistress” You turned around, not pausing your motions, “Can I cum again please mistress” he begged. You looked down in between his legs to see his erection again, bright red and straining. He’d managed to refrain from touching himself as a bead of pre-cum still sat at the top of his dick. You debated for a moment; he had been really rather good lately. “Alright” You nodded at him and his eyes rolled back into his head in delight as he grabbed the man nearest to him, Vicrul, and tugged him down to suck him off again. Grazing your eyes over the three of them, you saw Trudgen fisting his own cock. You raised an eyebrow at him; he was breaking a rule of yours. He mouthed please to you, and you decided not to take if any further, you really were in a good mood. Turning back around, you smiled to yourself. Your boys were just insatiable.<\p>

You became aware of the whines coming from Ushar and removed the didlo so he could speak. “Mistress” he heaved out, “Mistress please may I cum?” You gave your consent and he moaned loudly as Kylo’s mouth filled with a fourth load. You didn’t even have to give him instructions anymore, he knew what you wanted. He pulled off of Ushar and waited patiently with an open mouth. You released Ushar’s hair and he leant forward and spat into his master’s already full mouth. “Swallow” You ordered, and he did, never breaking eye contact with you. You stroked Ushar’s face one last time before whispering the same question in his ear. He shook his head and you let him go, he wondered over to where the rest of his brothers sat and flung himself down next to them, turning to watch the rest of the show.

Four down, two to go. You glanced over your husband checking over his sweaty hair, red face and tense body for any signs of discomfort. You found none. He enjoyed this, probably as much as the rest of you combined. The penultimate shackles dropped. Cardo stepped forward, rubbing his wrist, strolling leisurely towards the three of you, satisfied it was finally his turn. You let him come to you and in the meantime, moved the other two into the position you wanted them in. A bit of shuffling around culminated with Kylo, stretched out on his back, Rey back sucking him off, although much more lightly than before in an effort to keep him from cumming. Cardo climbed on top of him, guiding his cock down Kylo’s waiting throat and settling himself comfortably between his pillowy thighs and, after your permission, lazily thrusting his hips into his mouth, content to do this slowly. You decided to see how Rey was doing. Moving round to her, you inspected her movements carefully, being sure she was bringing pleasure to your husband. She was, but not enough you decided. Picking up the dildo again, you came behind her, encircling her, brining your arms round to settle the dildo next to his hole, easing his legs up as with your movements. As it brushed the entrance, you heard a loud, muffled moan emit from him and you grinned. He was ready. Rey knelt in between you and your husband and watched as you gently eased the tip into your husband. It went in easily and this encouraged you to push more and more until he was taking well over half. Easing it in and out of him a couple of times, seeing how much Cardo enjoyed his moans vibrating his cock. Holding the didlo steady with one hand, you used the other to bring Rey’s hand up to the base of it, helping her push it in and out herself. Once she had a rhythm, you let your hands drop and watched her fuck your husband, and fuck, them moans he was emitting told you he was thoroughly enjoying every second.

Taking pity on Cardo, took his face in your hands, pulling it up to meet his eyes and nodded your consent. He came with a loud groan, giving one last slow thrust of his hips. You smiled, attaching one hand to the back of his head, pulling him forward to kiss you. You kissed for a while until you felt it sufficient and released Cardo, sending him up to make his own contribution into Kylo’s mouth, before giving Kylo the order to swallow, which he obeyed. Now with only one left, you began to take pity on your husband, and moved up until you were knelt next to his head, leaning down to kiss him. He moaned into your mouth as he caressed your tongue with his own. Feeling content to sit and kiss for a while, you were settling down to do just that, but a last set of jangling chains drew your attention. Ap’lek. You had almost forgotten about him. Poor baby you thought, releasing Kylo’s lips in favour of turning to look at Ap’lek. Kylo whined at this, disliking the loss of your attention, but you ignored him, releasing the final set of chains. Ap’lek stumbled forward, itching to get off. You sensed this and, feeling slightly guilty for having forgotten him, you made no move to stop him as he came striding towards the three of you left in the middle. You went to Rey and stopped her, taking both her and the dildo away from Kylo, to give Ap’lek some room to work. Grunting, Ap’lek took a handful of Kylo’s black hair and yanked him up until he was kneeling before him. Without much concern for Kylo, he pulled his mouth onto his cock, which was straining red, and sighed when Kylo began sloppily sucking. For your part, you had Rey’s back to your front and eased the dildo into her mouth, not wanting her idle. You fucked her face gently, more focused on the rough scene in front of you. Ap’lek was really making Kylo work, using his hair as a lever to fuck his face roughly, clearly intending to cum as quickly as possible. You were so engrossed in the action in front of you, you partially ignored what was happening to your left. Vicrul had stood up and, rather daringly, made his way over to the two of you and it was only when he sank down behind you and brought his hands up to move the fabric aside to cup your boobs and rub his thumbs over your nipples that you realised he had moved. It was also then that you realised how horny you were and you let yourself relax back into Vicrul’s strong chest, easing up on Rey’s mouth in favour of chasing your own pleasure. You sank back into Vicrul, your head lolling on his shoulder, still watching the men infront of you as Vicrul bent down to whisper in your ear. “Please mistress” His lips brushed the shell of your ear, making you shiver. “Let me please you, you’ve been so good to the rest of us.”

You considered his request. You were wound tight as a fucking spring. Seeing your husband allowing the rest of you to use him just set off something so primal inside you.

You took the fake cock out of Rey’s mouth and pushed her gently to the side so you could turn around and kiss Vicrul. He removed his hands from you as you turned, choosing instead to caress your hair and your lips met. Vicrul’s distraction meant you also didn’t see Trudgen move from his resting place. He came up to you and ran his hands down your back, stroking your backside, which made you jump slightly, before moaning into Vicrul’s mouth. Gently, Vicrul broke the kiss, running his thumb over your lip before urging you to lie back, which you did. Spreading out on the floor, you propped each leg up as in invitation for the two men, who both came forward quickly. Trudgen attached his lips to your clit, sucking hard and running his tongue over it the way he knew you liked. You moaned your ascent, causing Kylo to let out a noise. Your head snapped over to him, but he wasn’t in any discomfort, he was just annoyed that others were touching you while he wasn’t. Seeing Ap’lek wasn’t quite ready to cum yet, you ignored the pair in favour of the two men in front of you, fighting for a space between your legs. You spread your legs wider, allowing room for both of them, which they accepted. Trudgen stuck to his place at your clit, while Vicrul speared his tongue and angled his head to give him access to your dripping hole. Fucking you with his tongue. You moaned loudly, unashamedly. These two would get you off in no time.

Your hands slunk down to wind each in one man’s hair, holding them there while they worked you over. Movement next to your head, Kuruk sat down behind you, bringing your head to rest in his lap. You gazed up into his eyes, mouth open, eyes heavy and he grinned down at you, brushing you hair out of the way and whispering words to you. That’s right baby. Enjoy it. And you did. Moaning loudly, you could no longer contain yourself, moving your hips in time with their movement to create delicious friction. Their tongues were working wonders on you, flicking and licking everything they could reach. You were close. Kylo could sense it. Everyone could. Ap’lek came with a loud grunt and a last few rough thrusts. Amidst your pleasure you reminded yourself he did that without permission; you’d have to punish him later. But fuck, you couldn’t concentrate on that right now, you were so close to cumming. What with two tongues on you and Kuruk’s caressing you were racing towards your orgasm. As each second passed, your grip on Trudgen and Vicrul’s hair tightened until it must’ve been painful for them but you couldn’t think about that right now. You came. Hard. Right into Vicrul’s mouth who was only too happy to lick you through it, while Trudgen’s sucking on your clit kept you riding your high. Practically screaming, your back arched and your thighs tightened around the two heads lapping at you, desperate to taste your release. You heard Rey whimpering somewhere off to your left. But from your right came the sound of bare feet slapping the floor.

Your husband came storming over to you, breathing heavily, using the force to fling the others away from you, giving him full access. He lay down on top of you and claimed your lips angrily. He was clearly upset at being left out. You threaded your hands in his hair, rubbing gently as an attempt to calm him down, reassure him that now, you were all his. He pulled your legs up to hook around his hips, which you complied with; you were just as eager as he was. He thrust into you in one fluid motion, both moaning loudly as he filled you. He began to thrust wildly, chasing his release, as he kissed you hard, enjoying having you all to himself, finally. Hands still in his hair, you encouraged him by digging your heels into his back, causing him to groan loudly each time.

He was getting so close, you could tell by what little restraint he'd been holding onto leaving him as his orgasm built. He thrust into you with abandonment, burying his head into your neck as you whispered sweet praise into his ear. You were both aware of your audience, the knights and Rey having made a small circle around you two, but this only seemed to spur your husband further and he brought one hand down to rub your already sensitive clit. You moaned loudly, clutching his arm, nails digging into his muscles as he came, warm ropes of cum filling you up. But he didn't stop, fucking himself into overstimulation in order to bring you to your peak. It really wasn't long at all until you were shouting his name into the dark room as you came, squeezing his cock hard.

Kylo's hips finally stilled and he hovered above you, panting heavily. You brought his head up from your neck to meet your eyes. All around you came the sounds of skin on skin as the knights fucked their fists to your lewd display but you didn't care. You gazed into his warm brown eyes, so relaxed and sleepy from all this hard work and you grinned broadly him at him, for which he smiled genially back. Love flowed between the two of you as you whispered:

"Good Boy Kylo

[novankenn]

Is it wrong I kinda want to keep building this wholesome Salem and Jaune story? We didn't get to see Team Jnpr or Team Rwby's reactions. So can we see those?

I wonder? More cracked insanity everyone? Hmmmm?

/==/

Pyrrha stood with her back pressed against the wall next to the open window of NPR's dorm. A raven sized Nevermore sitting on the sill looking out at the armed assembly of her friends. She was biting her lip, while holding an open parchment letter to her chest.

Ren: Pyrrha... care to... explain?

Pyrrha: It's... it's not what... it looks like?

Yang: Really? Cause it looks like you're ready a letter... that was delivered by a nevermore? Or am I seeing things?

Nora: Nope. That's what it looks like.

Weiss: How could you BETRAY BEACON like this! Cavorting with the enemy... with... with the GRIMM!

Blake: I'm confused... like seriously... this makes no sense. I mean seriously? Grimm delivering letters?

Ruby: Pyrrha I know Jaune vanished, but that doesn't mean you should throw everything away and join the dark side!

Pyrrha: I'm not joining anyone! This is a misunderstanding! I swear!

Ren: How is it a... misunderstanding? There's a letter in your hand, and a grimm sitting besides you.

Ruby: YOINK!

Pyrrha: HEY!! THAT'S PRIVATE!!!

Pyrrha wanted to rush Ruby as she handed the stollen letter to Wiess, but she was hesitant to do anything that her friends would consider hostile...

Weiss: WHAT THE FUCK!!!

THUD

Blake: So that happened.

Yang: What the hell? Give me that!

Yang yanks the letter from currently fainted Weiss' hand, and opens it before her eyes.

Yang: WHAT THE FUCK!!!

THUD

Blake: Huh. That's two.

Ruby: Weiss! Yang! Stay with me! Don't go into the light!

Nora hesitantly reaches out and picks the letter from Yang's grip. As Ruby sits between the fainted forms of her sister and partner, a look of total bewilderment on her face.

Pyrrha: Please... just...

Nora looks at everyone before she as well reads the contents of then letter...

Nora: NO WAY! NOT POSSIBLE! SERIOUSLY?

Ruby/ Blake / Ren / Pyrrha: ...

Nora: I'M AN AUNTIE!!!!! WOOOHOOOOO!!!!!

Ren / Blake / Ruby: Excuse me?

Nora: So...

Nora points at Pyrrha with the letter.

Pyrrha: So?

Nora: How long have you... known where Fearless Leader was?

Pyrrha: A while...

Nora: Why... didn't... you... tell... us?

Pyrrha: I was asked by Jaune not to, until after the babies were born.

Ren / Blake / Ruby: Babies?

Nora: Likely story.

Pyrrha: It's true?

Nora: What else have been hiding from us... Pyrrha... IF that is even your real name!

Pyrrha: Yes it is my name!

Nora: Confess!!! Confess everything!!!

Pyrrha: But I...

Nora: CONFESS!!!

Pyrrha: I knew since about a month after Jaune vanished. I was approached by a woman named Cinder Fall while in Vale at a photo-op...

Nora: Anything... else?

Pyrrha: That trip to Argus four months ago?

Ren / Blake / Ruby: Babies?

Nora: Go on.

Pyrrha: I was actually at Jaune's wedding.... I was his best man, er woman...

Nora: And pray tell why did you not tell us... Jaune-Jaune's team... or more importantly...

Pyrrha: Importantly?

Nora: WHY WASN'T I INVITED!!!

Pyrrha: It was a small service with limited seating, and Jaune's family took up most of his side, he only had room to invite one more...

Nora: Okay. I accept that. It's reasonable.

Ren / Blake / Ruby: Babies?

Nora: So why didn't you tell me and Rennie? I thought we were friends?

Pyrrha: I'm sorry. Jaune asked me to keep things quiet until after the babies were born. They were worried... and... I'm sorry?

Nora: Apology Accepted. So.

Pyrrha: So?

Nora: When does Auntie Nora get to see her nieces? Oh! Oh! Oh!! Do you have pictures? Please say you have pictures!

Pyrrha: Not yet... but soon?

Pyrrha cast a glance at the nevermore and it just tilted it'd head.

Pyrrha: Maybe?

Nevermore: SQUAWK!!

Nora lashed out and grabbed the nevermore faster than anyone could have guessed she could move. In fact her motions rivaled Ruby's Semblance. She pulled the grimm avian towards her face, a maniacal gleam in her eyes.

Nora: Go... bring... pictures... understand?

Nevermore: SQUAWK!!!

Nora released the grimm and it bolted out the window and vanished into the air. Dropping the letter to the floor, Nora stepped over and past everyone, hooking her arm through Pyrrha's and leading the stunned champion out of the dorm.

Pyrrha: Nora?

Nora: I want all the details! Leave nothing out!

Ren / Blake / Ruby: Babies?

/==/

Utter & Complete Insanity Story Collection

/==/

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𝐕𝐢𝐞𝐰𝐞𝐫/𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐬 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞!

𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐠 “✮⋆˙ 𝐚 𝐝𝐚𝐬𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐝𝐞𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 — 𝐰𝐢𝐩” 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐧!

𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐬!

[aeroquarium]

give me fic ideas right meow

i am yearning to write a good fic so PLEASE give me an idea for something involving willam afton/steve raglan, kylo ren (with his knights is also an option) , severus snape, or loki laufeyson!!! it can be nsfw btw!!!

[littlepupwriting]

Woven Ch.4

Masterlist

☆ Mean dom kylo, resistance sub reader, fem pronouns for reader, no y/n, descriptions of death (not main characters), angst, violence against reader, slow burn, eventual smut, interrogation, forced mindreading, non-force user reader, force user reader?, force choking, ptsd, massacre, more fun power dynamics, hand to hand combat, threats, this chapter is just plot but ya need good plot for great angst sex, knights of ren exsisting, A NEW CHALLENGER ENTERS THE RING☆

MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT. 18+ ONLY

You woke up to the blinding lights of medbay and the now familiar beeping of the small medical droid. It hovered around you, completing scans and disconnecting IVs from your arm. You got up and got dressed in the clothes that were folded next to the bed. Lightweight black tank top and black leggings. It was impressive quality, the fabric felt remarkably easy to move in. You expected the opposite, but the First Order didn't skimp on training clothes, even for prisoners. The door opened and a Stormtrooper entered, checking the screen next to the bed. "You're all ready to go, come with me." He led you out of the room, beginning yet another long trek through the never ending ship. Actually…

"Excuse me, what ship are we on? No one ever told me." You kept your voice innocent and light.

The Stormtrooper paused for a moment before looking down at you and responding.

"The Finalizer."

Your stomach twisted in knots. The Finalizer was huge, larger than any ship you had ever been on. It meant you were more likely to get lost if you tried to escape, if you could even figure out how. The Stormtrooper came to a stop in front of you and you almost ran into him, completely lost in your thoughts.

The door opened to a room you hadn't seen before. You took a steadying breath and stepped in. It was vast, with black padded walls and padded floors in the center. The door closed behind you as you scanned the combat training room. Running your hands over your ribs and abdomen you felt only slight discomfort, the little medical droid had done a great job healing you, much faster than you ever had been healed before.

You looked up and around the room and saw a large man in the corner at a table. He stood there, breathing hard and drinking water while wiping off sweat. His long black hair hid his face but did nothing to cover his shirtless back. Even from across the room you could make out large scars across it, obviously earned in battle. This must be the man that Kylo wanted to train you. For some reason he thought that you would make a good fighter, or else you wouldn't be here. Who knows, trying to understand the reasoning of a madman was hopeless, right now you needed to focus on training. Becoming a better fighter could be what helps you escape, so you were going to do your best.

Your head snapped up as the man called out your name. "Here." He pointed to a spot on the mat.

You walked over and stood there as he paid you no attention. His face took you by surprise, it had an almost boyish quality, his plush lips turned into a frown as he read the datapad in his hand. His thick brows were furrowed over deep set brown eyes. In contrast to his softer qualities, his nose and jaw were angular and intense. You watched as his Adam's apple bobbed as he finished a swig of water and set the datapad down.

"You had formal combat training, right?" The man walked over to you on the mat.

"I had some training on the basics, and kept up with it over the years." There was no reason to lie to this man, besides its not like your formal training was top secret.

"Ok, warm up and we can see what you've got." His voice was smooth and surprisingly grounding, but after the past few days anything mildly calming would be soothing like a balm on a burn. Beginning to stretch, you rolled your shoulders and hands, lengthened your spine, and really took a moment to feel out what hurt and what didn't. It felt good to not be strapped down on some bed. Once your muscles felt warm you looked up at the man and asked what to do next.

"Let's do a simple spar."

You looked up at him incredulously, "You are huge and I just got out of the Medbay, don't you have someone more my size that I could spar with?"

"No." He responded plainly. "And you don't get to pick the weight class of who is trying to kill you in a fight." He brushed the hair out of his face with a large callused hand.

"Fine," you huffed. Of course this wouldn't be fair, you could tell that nothing on this damn ship would be.

You took a deep breath and widened your stance preparing to begin. Without any warning a huge fist came flying at your head, you dodged just in time to see his other fist begin swinging up at you from below. You quickly brought your arm up to cover your face and curled in, blocking the blow with your elbow. Yet another blow came to your side, you were able to side step just out of range and lower your block. You made eye contact with him and saw a flash of interest in his expression. He was watching your every move like a hawk, learning your reactions.

He was toying with you. He made a well placed kick that you blocked but got you off balance. Then a punch to your side. Hissing in pain you quickly regain your balance. You were sure someone had told him what your injuries were and he did it anyway. That pissed you off. You glared at him and he smirked.

You weren't a toy to play with, and your frustration was beginning to fuel your movements. Stepping closer, you threw your first punch, he blocked it, and the next three that you threw at him. After setting up that pattern for him to follow you broke it. You faked a gut punch and as he bent to block it you sent a solid punch right to his jaw. The shock on his face as your knuckles came in contact with his skin was priceless and as much as you wanted to take a moment to enjoy it, you kept going.

You threw more punches, most of which he blocked, but you were able to throw him off balance. Thankfully, you were small enough to twist away from some of his jabs and you leaned heavily on that as the sparring continued. You landed some hits and he landed some hits. You were sweating and hot but your frustration pushed you on. He went to kick you and to his disbelief you caught his ankle as it struck the meat of your thigh. You quickly raised his leg and bent it forcing him to struggle to keep balance on one foot. His face twisted from shock to anger. Without wasting a moment you pulled him, so his balance would fall forward and as he began to fall you threw your weight forward, bending his knee as far as it would go. You used your arm to lock it in place, his heel to his ass, then pushed him to the ground. You straddled his right thigh as you held his left leg folded and pinned in place then drove your free arm's elbow down into his stomach with no remorse.

A pained grunt blessed your ears as he fought to open his leg. Your weight had shifted when you dove at his stomach and he was able to break your grip. His foot made contact with your chest and he unceremoniously shoved you off. You gasped for air as your ribs ached. That one fucking hurt. Before you could recover he had you pinned on your back as you panted, holding your side.

His hair hung in his face, sticking to the sweat on his skin, and his cheeks had a slight pink to them from effort. You were completely pinned, not for lack of trying to throw him off. He straddled you easily, his size dwarfing yours. You attempted to use your legs and hips to shift him off, only succeeding to have his weight rest more in his hands on your shoulder and chest. You winced at the pressure and struggled to inhale fully. The air around you both felt hot and his body heat made it that much hotter. The temperature. In the room.

"Do I have to verbally secede or something?" You grunted, breaking the silence.

"I want to hear you say it." His voice came out only slightly labored as you rolled your eyes.

His eyebrows lowered, completely unamused. "Besides, admitting it out loud may help with your attitude problem." You could feel him lean just a little harder into his hands causing you to gasp in discomfort.

"FINE. Fine." He let up slightly. "I submit."

He didn't move, staring down at you.

"What? I said it, now get off," you groaned in frustration.

"Say it again."

"What?"

"Say it again," he repeated. "You ought to get used to saying it, so, say it again"

Yup, every single person on this ship is an asshole.

You glared up at him, "I submit, you win." It came out through your clenched jaw sounding almost like a hiss.

The corners of his mouth twitched up in a barely hidden smile. He drew it out for another second of eye contact before he finally let up and climbed off.

You took a deep breath, relieved to have him off of you and out of your personal space.

You watched as he turned his back and walked over to the table where his water sat. His stride was long and confident, each step feeling purposeful. You sat there on the mat catching your breath and observing him. The way his soft lips pressed against the mouth of the water bottle, and he swallowed the liquid greedily made your breath catch. In the past you don't remember being so enamored by a stranger but you were captivated. It must be your mind trying to work through all that has happened to you in the past few days. You couldnt look away, studying his hands, how easily the one held the bottle, the size of his hand making it look small in comparison. The smooth veins branching over the—

He was looking at you. Directly at you. The eye contact was piercing and almost overwhelming. You felt as though he had cast a spotlight on you, bringing your shameless staring to attention.

He didn't speak as he lowered the bottle from his lips, eyes on you the entire time. One eyebrow raised as he looked down at you with a small upturn to the corner of his lips, it was as if he was daring you to come up with a good excuse.

He hummed for a moment as if thinking before turning to face you.

"Need some?" His tone was condescendingly smooth, as if talking to a child.

If your cheeks weren't already red from fighting, they certainly were now. Quickly, you pulled yourself together, putting on a hopefully believable glare of annoyance.

"Yes, of course I'm thirsty, I just put your ass on the ground." You huffed.

As he responded you could hear the hint of a chuckle in his voice. "Yes you did. I'm impressed." He nodded.

A small rush of pride surged through your veins, though you tried not to let yourself enjoy it.

"Water is over in the locker rooms, that way." He lazily motioned with the hand still holding the water bottle, before bringing it back to his lips for more.

As soon as you caught yourself watching him again you quickly tore your eyes away to look where he had pointed, hoping that he hadn't noticed.

Beside the corner of the room was a short hallway that led to a pair of doors, each to their own locker rooms. You wandered inside to find lockers, showers, and changing areas. Near the towels was a small collection of water bottles. At least they keep their employees hydrated. Picking one up, you drank the water enjoying how crisp it was. Confirming that you were alone in the lockerroom you decided that it was worth poking around really quick, and did just that. Reading the posters on the walls, the instructions for loaning out equipment and a schedule for different mandatory training. All good things to keep in mind but nothing too important.

It was obvious that you had taken too long when you got back to the main room. The trainer looked impatient and called you over by name again. His voice echoed through the room in a way that sent chills down your spine. He glared down at you the whole walk over.

"Don't waste time." He widened his stance slightly. "Now, again," he commanded.

You matched his position and got focused as the fight began.

"What have you got a hot date to get to?" You instigated.

"I don't only train you," he deadpanned.

Of course he trains other people.

"Sounds boring," you counter.

His eyebrows raised as you both continued sparring. "If this is to easy you are more than welcome to join." He landed a solid hit to your side that left you gasping.

Hissing in pain, you glared up at him. He kept successfully blocking every punch and kick you tried, your frustration growing with each one.

"Sounds great," you grunted, struggling to keep up.

Before you could react he kicked one of your legs out from under you, forcing you on to the floor. He easily pinned you the same way he had before.

"Are you going to tap out or do I have to make you again?" He asked.

"…fine, I submit. Let me up."

He climbed off of you and you could breath again. Now standing, he leaned down and offered you his hand to help you get up. In a small act of rebellion you stood up without his assistance, ignoring the gesture entirely.

You could feel his eyes on you as you got to your feet, annoyance so obvious that you could hear it in his voice.

"Fine. Again."

And again you went, sparring over and over until you felt a layer of new bruises along your body.

Three water breaks later and you were utterly exhausted, your muscles ached and it was hard to stand without wobbling. You and the trainer had a solid banter going, and while yes, he was a bit of a dick, he seemed to be the most genuine person you had met so far on this ship. It wasn't always torture to talk with him, and sometimes his gestures felt almost kind. He seemed to actually care that you improved and would praise you when you did well.

"So you said you train with others, do you train with Kylo Ren too?"

You were sitting on the mat while he was looking back at his datapad reading something, he paused at your interruption, thinking for a moment before looking down at you to answer.

"Yes."

"I bet he is a pain in the ass," you quipped.

He had the smallest hint of a smile when he responded though his voice remained level, "It is easier to train him than you."

"Yeah sure," you rolled your eyes.

"Get up and go shower, I have other people to train now. There should be clothes for you in there." Just like that he was stoic again but he reached out to help you up, and just like before you went through the effort of getting your tired body up by yourself. He watched you struggle out of the corner of his eye then went back to reading his datapad.

You made your way to the locker room and found the folded set of clothes on a bench just as he had said. You showered in the hot water and took your time, washing away not only the sweat from working out but also the grimey feeling from being in medbay for days. You took a moment to appreciate the minimal scars forming where your lacerations were, the medical equipment here was truly amazing.

You stepped out of the shower wrapped in one of the provided black towels then got changed into the set of dark clothes that were provided. It was definitely not the same style of clothes as anyone else you had seen on the ship. You looked at yourself in the mirror. The pants were well designed, large and flowy until it tapered halfway down the calf with pockets in a smooth black fabric. The top as comfortable under the tight fitting charcoal grey jacket that opened in the front and zipped halfway up the neck. You looked like you belonged on that hellish ship, like you belonged with the First Order. The clothes were by far the nicest you ever wore and suited you well, and that realization made your skin crawl with disgust. At least you didn't look like a soldier.

You made your way out of the locker rooms, the sound of people fighting growing steadily louder. A small part of you hoped that it was your trainer sparring with Kylo Ren, it would be good to see him tired and frustrated. It would make him more human, give you proof that the monster could get tired and had weakness like anyone else. As you turned the corner you watched two men you didn't recognize fighting with each other, with a few others watching. Out of the observers you recognized the scared back of your trainer. You turned to leave when you realized past the door you entered through, you had no idea where you were in the ship or where to go.

You sighed and turned back, beginning the walk towards the center mat of the large room. Your existence didn't go unnoticed and for every set of eyes that found you the walk seemed to get longer. By the time you got to the group of men only the two sparring and the trainer weren't watching you.

The four men beside your trainer were huge and burly compared to his slimmer muscle. They were also all staring at you openly, unlike your trainer who didn't spare a glance.

You felt like you were under a microscope and quite uncomfortable as you began to speak.

"Excuse me." Your manners surprised not only you but your trainer as well, though the only acknowledgment he gave you was his eyebrows raising in subtle surprise as he continued watching the men fight. You decided to attribute your politeness to being watched by strangers.

"No one told me what to do next." The man's eyebrows raised even further.

"You want me to tell you what to do?" He sounded cocky and you sighed in response.

"I don't know where anything is on this maze of a ship or where I can go without being shot for being where I shouldn't be." You pointed out. "Listening to you is slightly better than being shot."

You could hear poorly concealed snickers from the men beside you.

He tapped a few different things on his datapad before turning to you with disdain.

"Someone will be here shortly to babysit you, until then you will sit and observe in silence."

You glared up at him with hatred, about to argue and he stared back, silently challenging you. You saw the unspoken threat of knocking you back onto the floor and pinning you again, so you decided not to push it. You took a deep breath and sat with a indignant huff, watching the two fight on the mat. More muffled laughter.

The men sparring finished with a devastating loss, one in an arm bar on the ground under the other. You were impressed, they had obviously trained for years to be killing machines. You also noticed that they all seemed to be friends.

Before you could get further lost in your thoughts you heard your name, looking up you saw a stormtrooper standing with the trainer. "He will take you to your room, and bring you dinner. More training tomorrow."

You stood to follow the Stormtrooper and without thought you said thank you to your trainer. It was an old habit from childhood to thank the people you sparred and learned from before going home. It must have come back to the surface. Your trainer nodded, wordlessly accepting your thanks, and unbeknownst to you his eyes followed you out the door.

[safarigirlsp]

Wicked Fairytales

My fun little series in which I give my own twisted twist on some classics.

Bah Humbug

Flip Zimmerman x Reader

Kylo Ren x Reader

Charlie Barber x Reader

Clyde Logan x Reader

Henry McHenry x Reader

Jacques Le Gris x Reader

Commander Mills x Reader

Word Count: 35.4k

Warnings: NSFW. Extra Smut. Language. Angst. Romance. Graphic Violence. Murder. Main Character Death. Light Violence Against Reader. Old Timey Sexism. Bastardization of Classic Literature.

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Based on A Christmas Carol

A Comedy of Eros

Jacques Le Gris x Reader

Word Count: 13.5k

Warnings: NSFW. Humor. Romance. Soulmates. Violence. Non-Con Elements. Physical Aggression Toward Reader. Possessive and Jealous Behavior. Dominant Men. Bitchy Women. Conniving Wizards. Drugging - Kids today might call it Sex Pollen. Confusion. Duplicity. Bestiality. Orgies. Cuckolding. Exhibitionism. Misogyny. Old Timey Sexism. Toxic Men. Jacques/Pierre Canon as Developed by Silky and Myself aka Shithead Behavior. Bastardization of Shakesperean Tropes. Misuse of Shakespearean Quotes, try to count them all. Fear Not, No Attempts at Ye Olde English Contained Herein. ☠️Rey☠️

Don’t let the warnings scare you! This is Romance and Comedy.  

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Based on A Midsummer Night's Dream

Outrun the Devil

Lawyer Kylo Ren x Reader

Word Count: 14.9k

Warnings: NSFW. Smut. Blood. Gore. Murder. Beheadings. Supernatural Themes. Romance.

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Based on The Legend of Sleepy Hollow.

Love & War

Regency Kylo Ren x Reader

Word Count: 15.5k

Warnings: NSFW. Language. Smut. Non-Graphic Mentions of Violence and Death. Old Timey Sexism. Fluff. Romance. Humor. Stilted Language.

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Admiral Ren in Love

Top notes of Pride & Prejudice with undertones of Cinderella.

The Beast

Vampire Kylo Ren x Reader

Word Count: 5.3k

Warnings: None! Shocking! Some light horror and sexy themes.

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Notes of Beauty and the Beast, Dracula, and The Raven in my best Poe-ish attempt.

Music of the Night

Victorian Kylo Ren x Reader

Word Count: 14.4k

Warnings: NSFW. Smut. Graphic Violence. Fires. Guns. Murder. Old Timey Sexism. Romance. Dark Phantom of the Opera Vibes. Victorian Kylo.

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Based on The Phantom of the Opera

Here There Be Monsters

Pirate Captain Jacques Le Gris x Reader

Word Count: 51.4k

Warnings: NSFW. Smut. Action. Adventure. Romance. Light Violence. Swords. Guns. Orgies. Bar Fights. Pirate Shenanigans. Old Timey Sexism. 

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This is the result of my love for Pirates of the Caribbean. Yes, it's a classic.

Maneater

Commander Mills x Lawyer Reader

Word Count: 37.5k

Warnings: NSFW. Smut. Violence. Blood. Gore. Graphic Dinosaur Violence. Enemies to Lovers. Idiots in Love. Sexism in Survival Situations. Hot Toxic Masculinity. Character Crossovers. The Commander Mills Jurassic Park AU that had to happen.

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Mixing two of my favorites together for a fun AU - Commander Mills and Jurassic Park! Yes, it's a classic.

Ghost Town

Gunfighter Flip Zimmerman x Reader

Word Count: 14k

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Warnings: NSFW. Smut. Alcohol. Graphic Violence. Gun Violence. Lots of Violence. Horror Themes. Possession Themes. Supernatural Themes. Shameless References to The Shining. This is a Darker take on Flip than I usually write, but it’s Halloween!

Inspired by the Seven Deadly Sins.

Everything A Big Bad Wolf Could Want

Word Count: 5.2k

Warnings: NSFW. Smut. Fluff. Language. Chasing kink. Primal Play. If there’s such a thing as Lumberjack kink, it’s in here. Extreme bastardization of fairy tale dialogue.

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If I were Little Red Riding Hood...

Cinderella

Kylo Ren x Reader

HCs Only

Word Count: 1k

Warnings: NSFW. Language. Light Smut. Fluff. Happy Murder Thoughts. Humor.

Cinderella Themes.

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Only if For A Night [KyloRenxReader]

Everything about him seems expensive. What really intrigues you, though, is the look in his eyes when he sees you. An AU in which you meet Sugar Daddy-esque Kylo Ren at the opera.

Climbing the marble steps of the opera house, you’re glad you brought a coat with you. The air is mild now, but you can feel that it will be chilling when the play is over. Your coat in one hand, your bag in the other, you enter the brightly lid building. Everything is white, except for the red carpets and the golden chandeliers.  A friend of yours works here, and whenever a new play or opera comes on, they can get you a free ticket. You quite like it, because for a night you get to pretend you belong to all the rich and beautiful people that are currently gathering in the entrance hall. 

The clicking of your heels is muffled by the thick carpets as you make your way to the box office. To not look out of place, you put on a pretty dress and some pumps. The most important thing though, you learned from your past visits, is the make-up. The right color of lipstick, combined with light eyeshadow and an expensive perfume apparently is the entry ticket to the high society sipping on champagne around you.  “Hi!” The cashier enthusiastically greets you by your name. They know by now who you are and immediately hand you your ticket. “How is everything?” They ask you and you make small talk for a minute, leaning against the counter. 

While you say goodbye, you see someone observing you out of the corner of your eye. When you turn to walk to the bar, you see him.  Tall, broad shoulders, sharp features framed by thick, raven hair, and a black suit that fits him immaculately. His enormous hand makes the glass in his hand look ridiculously small. A silver and black watch on his wrist sparkles in the bright light of the lobby. His dark eyes pierce into you as you slowly walk towards the bar.  Just when you’re about to turn your head away, he drags his eyes over your body one last time before looking back at the group of people surrounding him, saying something to the ginger man besides him that you cannot hear. Fuck, he’s handsome. You never seen him here before.  His eyes had something so intriguing about them. They made you forget, for a moment, that anything but him even exists. He looked at you like he was ready to pounce you. But maybe you just wished he looked at you like that. After all, you’re the one that got wet instantly. 

Throat dry, you order a drink and patiently wait for the barkeeper to mix it. You don’t dare to turn around and look in his direction again. However, you would swear you can feel his eyes on your neck right now. To distract yourself from the wild rhythm of your heartbeat, you start to read the labels of the different kinds of alcohol.  As the barkeeper puts the drink in front of you, you open the zipper of your purse to get out your money. When you look up, though, there is a black credit card being held out to the barkeeper. You freeze, staring at the large hand holding it. You know who it belongs to. You can feel the warmth of his body next to you. “Make it two.” The dark voice orders. The barkeeper just nods and grabs the card. Clutching your purse hard, so that your hands don’t shake, you hesitantly turn your head to look at him. He towers over you, a smile on his lips.  “Thank you.” You hear yourself say, barely conscious.  “My pleasure.”  Fuck. His voice turns you on.  Desperate to make conversation, you ask: “Do you come here often?”  His eyes dart to your lips, your cleavage, and back to your eyes. “No.” After a pause, he tells you: “Kylo Ren.”  The way he says his own name makes you smile. He doesn’t say it like a name. He says it like a statement. Like it is an explanation for everything. You hold out your hand: “Nice to meet you, Mr. Ren.”  He shakes your hand gently and says your name. “Right?” “Ehm- yes. How do you know?” His grasp feels really good. It’s embarrassing how bad you want him to touch you.  “You’re on the guestlist.” He states, slowly letting go of your hand, his fingers grazing your palm. You still don’t understand how he knows your name... Oh. He heard you talking with the cashier. That means he saw you before you even noticed him. Damn.

The second drink is placed on the counter next to you. Ren grabs both of them and hands one to you. It’s surprising that you’re able to take it without spilling the liquor everywhere. You immediately lift it to your lips and drink a questionable amount.  Ren observes you amused. Shit.  You clear your throat: “Sorry.” You clink glasses with him.  He gives you a nod and drinks as well, not taking his eyes of you.  “You like it?”  “It’s alright.”  “Pff.” You empty your glass. “It’s the best.”  That actually makes him chuckle.  “Allow me to show you the best?”  Your raise your eyebrows. He apparently takes that as a yes and orders something that sounds strong. By now, the entrance hall starts to empty as everyone slowly gets to their seats. He doesn’t seem to care, casually leaning against the bar. You see the people he talked to earlier lingering behind him. It’s all men, all in suits, looking like they came here after a meeting that involved lots of money. “Your group is waiting.” You say, pointing in their direction. Ren turns to look at them. Then he nods towards the stairs leading up to the balconies. No questions asked, they leave. “Your colleagues?”   “Subordinates.”  “Of course.” You grin.

The second round of drinks arrive. It’s served in tumblers and on ice. This time you’re patient enough to wait for Ren to lift his glass and clink it. You take a sip. At first you scrunch your nose at the bitter taste but then the golden liquid spreads over your tongue and fruity notes come through.  “Better than I expected.” You state. He shakes his head dismissively, before telling you: “We should get inside.”  “Oh. Right.” You grab your coat. You really wish you could stay a little longer. “Thank you for the drinks.” Checking your ticket, you make sure which door you need to enter. When you look back up, you see Ren still standing in front of you.  “Maybe we could-“ You start but fall silent when he offers you his arm. 

He is so calm and naturally about everything he does that you automatically link your arm with his and let him guide you up the stairs. He’s powerful and he fucking knows. Your hand on his upper arm, you feel his hard muscles.  “Do you know the opera?” He asks nonchalantly like you didn’t only meet fifteen minutes ago. “Yes.” You nod, eyes on the stairs, scared you’ll stumble. “I saw another staging last year.”  “So, you come here often?”  “Pretty much, yeah. I think I saw every production of the last few years.”  “Smart girl.”  You almost choke.  “I never sat up here though.” You don’t acknowledge his comment further. The noise you made was already too much. Ren just lets out a hum and leads you down the hallway, all the way to the balcony right at the front of the theater.  Oh, God. His colleagues subordinates. This will be so awkward. They know that you two just met. That he made you fall for him within minutes, seconds, really. “Good evening, Mr. Ren.” A worker in uniform greets him and pushes the thick curtain to the balcony aside.  You let out a relived sigh when you see that no one else is in the seats.  “Where are the others?” You whisper. “To the left.” He quietly replies.  That means he either always has a booth for himself or they knew what’s up and left it empty for him. Even though the second option is mildly embarrassing as well, you gladly take it over awkwardly sitting between them.

There are several large seats – armchairs might be more appropriate to call them.  You let go of Ren’s arm to walk up to the railing and have a look across the theatre. The view is magnificent. The lights are already dimmed, and a voice tells you that the play will start in five minutes.  On your left, where the others are supposed to sit, you are happy to see that there is a wall separating you and only if you would lean over the railing, you could see them. Or they you. When you turn back around, you find Ren already sitting in one of the chairs, vigilantly watching you. The chair that just looked enormous now looks normal sized that he’s sitting in it. You choose the chair next to him and sit down, putting your coat and bag on the floor.  You’re a little buzzed by the drinks but by no means drunk. Nevertheless, when the waiter asks if you want anything else to drink, you say: “Can I get some water?” Ren orders a bottle of champaign. Dear God.

Then you just quietly sit there and observe the empty stage.  “You said you know the play?” His rough voice is like an aphrodisiac. Having to blink several times before you’re present enough to answer, you nod: “Yeah.” “Can you summarize the story for me? I didn’t have the time to read it.”  Your head snaps around. Ren is leaning over, body turned towards you. His eyes sparkle even though its almost dark. His perfume wavers over to you.  Somehow, you manage to speak and explain to him what’s about to happen. He’s soaking up every word you say, his eyes constantly darting between your eyes and your lips. Your hands get sweaty, and you try to inconspicuously wipe them off on your dress. 

Just before the lights turn off, two waiters come in. They brought a table they put down next to Ren and hand him the bottle to look at the label. He nods and they fill up two glasses. In the meantime, Ren hands you a bottle of water. Thankful, you take a big sip. You’re glad there will be an intermission because there is no way you won’t have to pee halfway through.  The water cools you down. Clears your head. It makes you realize in what insane situation you’re in right now. You really got this extremely hot business guy splurge for you.  You’re not mad if he does it because he wants to fuck you. On the contrary, you hope he does. 

The tension is thick and you’re relieved when the lights go finally out, and the show starts. Of course, you still feel Ren right next to you, however, now that he can barely see you, you’re way more relaxed. You don’t feel like you have to monitor every single of your (and his) movements anymore.  The orchestra stars playing and fills the theatre with loud music. You tap your fingers on the armrest of the chair, mirroring the rhythm. The singers come on next and start the first number. Your eyes widen. The sound is way clearer up here.  For a few minutes, you forget who’s sitting next to you. Or that someone even is sitting next to you. 

When the number ends and the lights go down for a moment, Ren puts his hand on yours. You flinch in surprise but don’t take your hand away. Instead, you squeeze his fingers. However, you still don’t dare to look at him. You’re way too tense again. Your breathing hitches and your pulse is hammering away. As if he could feel your nervousness, Ren runs his thumb over the back of your hand. His large hand covers yours entirely and warms it up.  For the next number, you keep your eyes on the stage; but your fingers intertwine slowly. Your brain cannot decide on what it should focus – the music or the hand. It switches back and forth, making your head spin.  Eventually, you cannot bear it anymore and go to take your hand away. But Ren stops you. Automatically, your head snaps around. His eyes are dark, pulling you in.  He tugs on your arm and tilts his head, signaling you to sit with him. You hesitate. The chair is definitely wide enough for both of you, but that’s not the issue here. It’s how hard you clench around nothing just because he’s looking at you and indicating that he wants you to be closer. You take a few deep breaths to built up the courage to get up. 

Ren smiles when you stand up and come over. He scoots to the side so you can sit down next to him. Then he lets go of your hand to put his arm around you instead. It’s heavy on your shoulders. It’s calming. Nevertheless, you straighten your back. You cannot get yourself to relax enough to actually lean into him. He quietly says: “If you’re uncomfortable, tell me.”  The kindness in his voice offers you enough assurance to look at him and shake your head. “I’m just nervous.” You admit before you can stop yourself. Ren smiles and squeezes your shoulder: “Why?” You chuckle: “Are you serious?”  “Always.”  His deadpan answer is amusing as it is nerve wracking. 

“You’re really hot.” You whisper, eyes darting over his gorgeous face. His big nose looks like it would be a pleasure to have between your legs when… “You think so?” He raises an eyebrow, hand gently rubbing your shoulder. Shyly, you nod: “Yeah…” “Hot enough that I may kiss you?”  “God, yes.”  He buries his hand in your hair and pulls you into him as soon as the last syllable left your mouth. Now, your mouth is being smothered by his. The tugging on your hair makes you groan quietly and tilt your head back. Ren uses it to pry your lips open further and push his tongue into your mouth. He’s kisses you slowly, but not gently.  His hand, that’s not in your hair, cradles your face, wandering down the side of your neck and then back up to grab your chin. You sigh into his mouth when he pulls you even closer, making you lean into him fully. Pressed against his chest, you snake your arm around him to put your hand on the back of his neck and play with strands of his soft hair.  It elicits a soft sigh from Ren. A noise you didn’t expect to hear.

As if to thank you for the gesture, he nibbles on your bottom lip before kissing down the side of your neck. You get goosebump and claw into his thigh with the hand you rested on it.  Having to breathe and also to sort your mind, you lean back. He caresses your cheek before letting go of you and getting the glasses of champaign. His eyes are dark while he watches you take a sip. “That’s really good.” You mumble.  “Tastes almost as good as you.” He nonchalantly comments. You cough in surprise.  “At least what I tasted so far.” Ren goes on like he purposefully tries to make you faint. “But something tells me there are other sweet spots to kiss.”  “Fuck!” You whisper shout.  He smirks and puts his hand on your thigh. You tense for a second but then lean into his touch as you remember that no one can see you and that the show that’s still going on and you’re absolutely paying no attention to anymore whatsoever, drowns out any noises you make. While he pushes his hand up your leg und under your dress he says with a serious tone: “Tell me when you want me to stop.”  “I will.” You nod, eyes half closed.  “Good girl.” He murmurs pressing a kiss to the side of your neck just below your ear.  It causes your head to fall back and mumble: “Jesus Christ.”  “You like that?” He asks, audibly excited. You nod again.  “Words.” 

Your eyes shoot open, and you stare at him. His demeanor changed. He looks far more predatory now. In a good way, though. Like you’re the only interesting thing in the world. “Yes, I like it.” You eventually confirm. As soon as you said that his hand pushes your dress further up until he can easily reach your panties. You scoot forward a bit, towards his hand. He groans at your eagerness and presses his ring and middle finger against your covered labia.  Willingly, you spread your legs further so that he can find your clit. When he does, electric shocks run through your veins like waves crashing onto the shore. You press your lips together and only let out a whimper.  Ren starts to kiss your exposed neck again, sucking on the skin here and there. Then he increases the pressure on your clit, your panties providing extra friction. It gets really hard to keep it together. You’re so turned on. Just his presence made you lightheaded. This, this is just… 

“You’re so fucking pretty.” He murmurs into your ear.  You can only acknowledge it by humming.  “Such a pretty girl, so smart, and cultured.” Somehow his voice dropped an octave.  It causes you to writhe under his touch. You desperately cling onto his arm, forehead leaning against his shoulder.  Then he says: “And letting me get her off in the middle of the opera.” And pushes his thick fingers into you.  It’s impossible to not moan at that.  “Fuck, you’re so wet.” He whispers into your ear.  “Just-“ Your breathing hitches when he starts to fuck you with his fingers. “Just for you, Mr. Ren.” You sigh. “Shit.” He breathes out. It makes you realize that he’s just as turned on as you are.

The loud music, the singing, your moans, and Ren’s whispers all blend together to a clusterfuck of overwhelming sounds that put you on the edge of a head-spinning orgasm.  He speeds up his movements and smashes his fingers into you, heel of his hand hitting against your clit. Holding on to his arm for your dear life, your head rolls back, just like your eyes.  “Do you want to cum on my hand?” He asks huskily.  “Hmh…yes.” You slur the words.  It makes him curl his fingers up and he hits that sweet spot inside you.  “Oh my God.” You breathe out as you are catapulted into an orgasm that sends your upper body flying forwards, your hips rolling into his palm. Ren puts his arm around you so that you don’t fall off the chair as your walls spasm around his fingers.  He slows down his movements but only stops when you tell him to by tapping the back of his hand. It makes a wet noise when he pulls his fingers out of you. You immediately miss the sensation of being stretched. But you have to take a break to slow your breathing. Hazily, you sort out your clothes.  When you turn your head towards Ren, you see how he’s licking the fingers that were just inside you. It makes you instantly press your thighs together. You feel the wetness spread over your inner thighs.  Driven wild, you grab his neck and pull him in to press a hungry kiss to his glistening lips. His hands fly to your head, and he clasps your face to hold you close. You tilt your head to deepen the kiss. His lips move more urgently by the second.  You run your fingers through his hair again. It’s so soft, you could spend the entire night just doing that. Ren groans and grabs your hips, making you climb onto him, straddling his lap. You grind your hips down into his crotch. You feel his hard dick press against you.  “Fuck.” He mumbles when you lean to the side to take one of glasses of champagne. You forgot that they are empty already. Ren simply grabs the bottle out of the bucket filled with ice and hands it to you. Grinning, you take a big sip. Then you offer it to him. While he drinks, the music stops. 

You know what that means and scramble off his lap, sitting down back in your own chair. The moment you run your fingers through your hair to tame it, the lights turn on and the voice informs you that there will be a twenty-minute intermission now.  When you look at Ren, you see that his lips are tinted red. You point at your own to signal him what’s going on. Smiling, grabs one of the cotton napkins and wipes his mouth clean. Then he leans over to rub the lipstick, that apparently got smeared onto your chin, off. 

There is still a visible tent in his dress pants when the waiter comes in to ask if you need anything and Ren has to cross his legs to hide it. It makes the corners of your mouth twitch.  “Could you show me the restroom?” You ask. “Of course, Ma’am.”  Legs still a little wobbly, you take your bag and follow him, brushing Ren’s arm as you walk by. In the hallway, you are remined that Ren arrived with company as you have to squeeze through the group of men to follow the waiter. You can feel all of them looking at you. It makes you raise your shoulders and clutch your bag. They surely know what’s going on. Your eyes are probably still glazed over.

Relived, you thank the man that led you to the restroom and enter. Of course, it’s secluded from the ones the normal people have to use downstairs. You lock the door and lean against it to take a few deep breaths.  A little scared, you step in front of the mirror. Thank the stars, you look quite put together. Only your flushed cheeks are a hint to what happened.  What happened. Holy shit. This demi-god of a man really finger-fucked you to completion while someone sang their soul out right below you.

You nowhere near done, though. You want more. You want it all. 

After you went to the toilet, wiping your legs clean and peeing, you let cold water run down your wrists to cool down at least a bit. Then you reapply deodorant and take another deep breath before you leave the restroom.  You almost run into the ginger man who Ren talked to earlier.  “Excuse me.” You mumble and try to walk past him, but he grabs your wrist. Equally shocked and confused you turn to look at him. His face is extremely pale and stern, just his eyes reveal his emotions. And it seems to be a mixture of aggression and lust. The dangerous one.  “Can I help you?” You ask politely.  “How much?” He asks sickly sweet.  “Excuse me?”  “How much for an hour? Maybe after Ren is done you could come back to my hotel room. You’ll be already nicely stretched for me.”  Your mouth falls open in horror. No one ever dared to talk to you like that. Violently, you rip your arm away. “Go fuck yourself.” You hiss and walk off, hoping that you don’t appear as intimidated as you actually are.

You honestly consider simply leaving. Just run off. You’ll never see them again. But you left your coat with Ren. Shit.

When you slip through the curtain, you see that Ren isn’t there. He probably went to the restroom himself. It means you have the opportunity to just grab your coat and leave without being confronted and forced to explain yourself.  Hastily, you grab it and turn to leave. But your questionable luck runs out and Ren enters the moment you want to push the curtain aside.  He immediately picks up on what you’re doing, and he sees the look on your face. “What happened?”  “I- Nothing, I just don’t feel well.” Unconsciously, you rub the spot Hux grabbed you.  Again, he puts the pieces together: “Who touched you?”  You shake your head and look at your feet, embarrassed.  “Who.” His voice is rough and it’s no longer a question.  “It was nothing, really.”  “Look at me.”  Reluctantly, you lift your head.  He waits for you to answer.  “The redheaded man.”  “Hux.” Ren spits out the name. “What did he do?” “He just stopped me to talk to me.”  “Quit downplaying it. What did he say?” Quietly, you repeat what he said.  Ren inhales sharply. Then he orders: “Wait here.”  You nod, not knowing if you’re relieved or even more embarrassed.  He gently grabs your chin: “No one gets to talk to you like that. I’ll take care of it.”  Gulping, you just look at him. He quickly presses a kiss to your cheek and leaves. 

You keep standing right behind the curtain to listen to what’s happening in the hallway. After about ten seconds, you hear commotion.  “Who the fuck do you think you are?” Ren growls.  “Calm down.” Hux replies, sounding annoyed. It makes you incredibly angry.  “Why do you get all worked up? She’s just a prostitute.”  You hear a punch being thrown and a groan following up. You just have to peak through the curtain. Ren is towering over the ginger man, having him cornered. Hux is holding his cheek, looking at him wide-eyed. Ren gets in his face and hisses: “Even if that would be the case, you have no right to talk to someone like that.” 

The lights are dimmed, telling you that the second half will begin shortly. Ren notices and grabs Hux by the collar: “This isn’t over. Now get the fuck out of my sight.”  Then he turns around and stalks back towards you. Quickly, you take a step back. “I’m sorry.” Is the first thing he says.  “It’s not your fault.” You shrug your shoulders. “He works for me.” Ren states. After a pause, he asks: “Do you want to leave?”  “No.” You voice is steady. “I was actually quite enjoying myself.”  He chuckles, relieved.  “Come.” He offers you his hand and you take it, letting him lead you back to the chair. This time, you don’t hesitate to lean into his embrace. He kisses the top of your head. 

“You know,” You whisper as the lights go out completely, “seeing you manhandling this jerk actually turned me on.”  Ren hums into your ear, letting his fingers wander up and down your arm. “Even if it’s only for tonight, you’re mine.”  It sends shivers down your spine. You don’t think you ever enjoyed a sentence as much as that one.  “I’m yours.”  Your reply makes Ren rest his free hand on your thigh.  “And I’m the only one who gets to fuck you.”  Ah, correction. That’s your new favorite sentence.  “You’re the only one who gets to fuck me.”  He kisses your temple and affirms: “Good girl.” 

You scoot closer to him until your leg is firmly pressed against his. He puts both his arms around you, one around your back, one across your chest.  This feels way too good. This is dangerous, you realize. 

Only for a night, you repeat his words in your head like a mantra; Pretending it will protect you. 

The music picks up again and you allow yourself to get lost in it. Not thinking about anything else but how much you enjoy yourself right now. Blindly, you reach out for the bottle of champagne. Ren hands it to you. You take a big sip, eyes fixed on the stage.  Only when the stage goes dark for a minute for a scene change, your focus shifts back to the man next to you.

Nonchalantly, you put your hand on his sturdy thigh. He reacts strongly to your touch, leaning in your direction, inhaling deeply.  “May I touch you, Mr. Ren?” You purr.  “Please do.”  The begging undertone in his voice turns you the fuck on and reminds you that this isn’t a one-way street. He’s just as into you. Your hand flies to his crotch to grab his half-hard dick pressing against the restraints of his dress pants. You slowly rub it through the fabric. When you find the tip, you run your thumb over it, earning a restrained moan from Ren.  Encouraged by his reaction, you open his leather belt, then the zipper. You turn to the side to grab his pants with both hands. Willingly, he lifts his hips so that you can pull them down. They glide down his legs and pool around his ankles. His now freed dick slaps against his naked leg. 

Your mouth starts to water at the visual. It’s huge, matching his big-dick attitude.  You spit into your hand and grab it. Ren groans at the gesture and his eyes flutter shut. You start to jerk him off. A lazy tempo at first, now and then speeding up. Then you twist your hand around it and move it faster.  By now, Ren is clawing into the edge of the seat, lips parted. You lean over to press a kiss to them. His face follows yours when you retreat, and he finds your lips again. Sucking on your bottom lip, he grazes it with his teeth. “Sit on it.” He orders suddenly. “What?” You ask flabbergasted. He looks at you: “You heard me.”  “But what if-“ “No one will interrupt us.”  High on pheromones, you obey and let go of his dick to take your panties off.  “Perfect little girl.” He praises you.  It dissolves any hesitation that you had left, and you basically jump onto his cock. Your naked knees sink into the soft fabric of the chair and your bare ass is hit by the light breeze of the air-conditioning.  Ren tilts his dick upwards, and you sink down on it.  “Oh my God.” You breathe out. You have to sit down slowly. It feels like you might otherwise be torn apart. Ren’s fingers dig into your sides, his head rolling forwards until it rests against your chest. You bury your hands in his hair once again to have something to hold on to. Biting into his shoulder, you muffle your whimpering with the fabric of his suit jacket. “You feel…” He sighs. “You feel so good. So warm…” His voice trails off. 

After what feels like an eternity, you finally bottom out. You’re literally impaled on his dick. He’s so deep inside of you, it’s a miracle he fits.  You’re both already panting, and you haven’t even started to move yet.  “Your dick is perfect.” You whisper into his ear, pressing kisses to the side of his neck.  It causes his hips to jerk up and you yelp at the pressure on your cervix.  “Sorry.” He mumbles.  You let out a laugh and press another kiss to his swollen lips.  Then you finally start to roll your hips. It’s devastating, for the both of you. 

Desperately, you put your arms around the other to keep them close. Something inside you clicks. Like a new form of lust was just unlocked. An intensity of desire you never felt before.  His dick, goddamn his dick, stretches you wider than you ever deemed possible.  You ride him slowly for several minutes to stretch you muscles. Like Hux said. But only for Ren. Only for him… He must think something similar because Ren says: “He could never. He could never make you feel this good.”  Shaking your head, you find Ren’s eyes.  “No one but me can fuck your perfect little pussy like this.”  You lean down until your lips are right in front of his, and whisper: “Only you.” 

Without a warning, Ren grabs your hips and lifts you off his dick. You whine at the emptiness you feel. “Turn around.” He tells you, pointing at the railing. Your eyes widen: “People will see.”  “Good. Let them see.”  Oh fuck.  Your body does as he says before your mind can protest. Trying to make it look like you’re just leaning against the golden railing to have a better view, you prop yourself up on it and look at the stage. It’s the middle of the third act.  You feel Ren step behind you and push your dress up until your ass is all exposed to him. He roughly grabs your cheeks and claws into the flesh. You desperately want to look back at him to make him fuck you already, but you don’t dare to. You have to keep looking at the singers, you tell yourself. Let your eyes wander over the orchestra to look as-

“Fuck!” You hiss.  Ren plowed all the way into you. Your legs almost buckle. You have to hold on to the railing as he starts to rail you. He felt big before, but in this position, he feels fucking enormous.  His hips stutter at the sensations that apparently is just as overwhelming for him as it is for you. 

Finding a steady rhythm again, he rocks back and forth. He starts by moving just a bit. Then he speeds up his movements, causing your entire body to vibrate. He keeps it up for the entirety of a song. Then he changes to long and hard strokes. Pulling out almost completely before pushing back into you.  He cannot see your face, but he can tell by the way you push your ass back to meet his thrusts that you love what he’s doing to you.  Ren reaches for your shoulders and holds on to them for leverage as he fucks you fast, hard, and steady. 

There is no way, should someone look at you, that they won’t understand what’s happening. The way your body is thrown against the railing. How his hands hold you by the shoulders. And the noises…The wet slapping sounds are a dead giveaway should anyone be close enough to hear it.  However, he fucks you so good, you honestly don’t care. Let them see, if it means that he carries on fucking you, it’s worth it.  Your legs start to shake, and you turn your head to look over your shoulder. What you see is a picture that you will remember forever: Ren took off his jacket and tie. The sleeves of his dress shirt are rolled up, exposing his lower arms, letting you see the veins running across them. His jaw is clenched and there is sweat on his forehead. The look in his eyes is animalistic, pure lust and longing. His hair is disheveled, partially sticking to his face. Slack-jawed, he’s observing you, chest heaving. You tighten around him. Your nerves start to feel raw. There is no way you can go on much longer. “Please.” You plead. “I need to cum.”  In reply, he pulls you up, forcing you to arch your back.  Shoulders pressed to his pectorals, you let your head rest against his collarbone. He puts one hand around your neck, not applying any pressure, just holding you close.  Adjusting his stance, he starts to fuck more upwards.  His breath is hot on the side of your neck. And now, that you’re closer, the music doesn’t drown out the obscene sounds that spill out of his mouth. 

With his dark voice, he utters curses and praises, interrupted by moans.  His thrusts get so violent, they almost lift you off the ground.  “Oh my…fuck.” You groan breathlessly. You can hear your own heartbeat echoing in your ears.  “Kylo��” You whimper as your walls start to spasm. It’s the first time you said his first name.  It has a bigger effect than you anticipated. He bites down on the exposed side of your neck. Hard. But you don’t have the air in your lungs to shriek. You just let the burning sensation add to the fire already raging inside of you. “Say my name again.” He orders.  “Kylo.” You immediately moan. “Kylo, please…”  His hold on you tightens.  “Cum for me.” He whispers into your ear. Your legs twitch, your brain melts, and your lower body explodes as you cum around his cock that is mercilessly plowing into you.  “Kylo.” You slur his name in your barely conscious state.  “Oh my god, little girl.” He groans and his body tenses up.  Head hanging down, you clench around his pulsating cock while your orgasm still goes on, jolting through you in shockwaves. 

Only when you feel him pull out of you and collapse into the chair, guiding you to sit on his lap sideways, you open your eyes again.  High on the hormones rushing through your veins, you lean into him, letting him hold you.  He leans his forehead against the side of your head. Slowly, your breathing calms down. So does his while he keeps caressing your arms and legs.  Eventually, he quietly asks: “Can you stand up?” You chuckle: “I can try.”  And you do. “Oh god.” You curse.  “What?” He looks worried. “You fucked me raw.”  A smug grin spreads on his face.  Trying not to groan at every movement, you put your panties back on and straighten out your dress. Kylo puts his clothes back on as well. Except his tie. That he just puts in his pocket.  Then he hands you one of the napkins so you can clean yourself as best as you can in the dim light. He wipes his face and neck before taking a big sip of the champagne.  Then he takes one of the ice cubes and leans over to you. Expectantly, you wait.  Smiling, he runs it over your lips. You sigh at the cooling sensation, eyes fluttering shut.  He leaves a cold trail from your lips to the back of your neck and then your cleavage. When he’s satisfied with the state of relaxation you’re in, he throws it aside and backtracks the trail he left with his finger. When it arrives at your face, he pulls you in by the chin and presses a slow kiss to your lips. You put your arms around him. 

The room explodes into applause. For the fraction of a second you think they are cheering you and Kylo on. Then you realize that the opera is over. The lights come one.  For the first time in like an hour, you can properly see Kylo’s face. And he yours, for that matter. He’s so damn beautiful, it hurts.  “I- This was…” You try to explain how you feel but fail miserably.  “I know.” Kylo cradles you face. “I felt it too.” “You did?”  “Why are you surprised?” His hand glides down to your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours. “You just-“ you clear your voice, “You just seem like this isn’t the first time you done something like this.”  Amused, he shakes his head no: “Never. Never before have I had sex like this.”  There is a lot that sentence implies, and you agree with every possibility.

Then you just sit there quietly, looking at the other, trying to figure out what this means.  The applause subsides, people start to get up, talk to each other, walk out.  Kylo and you keep sitting where you are until it’s almost silent.  “What now?” You ask then, with a small voice. “I certainly would like to eat something, how about you?” You nod.  “Great. My hotel has a really good restaurant.”  “Your hotel?”  Kylo gets up, not letting go of your hand: “You’re obviously not going anywhere but with me.” 

[madschiavelique]

𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒

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[veyzus]

This is so good and now a realized the blogs hasnt been updated for 6 months 😭😭😭😭😭

Joint Custody Ch 5

Knights of Ren ABO Poly Fic

Knights of Ren X Omega Reader

Minors Do Not Read!!! 18+ Only

Okay it has low key been forever, but here ya go, chapter five! Just want to give a friendly reminder, this story and my blog are 18 and up only! Anyone wanting to be on the taglist must have their age in their bio. Nothing personal, but if you’re a minor this is not for you.

Continuar lendo

[frickingnerd]

ren with an oblivious crush

pairing: ren amamiya / akira kurusu / joker x gn!reader

tags: silly & wholesome fluff, oblivious/dense!reader, flirty & charming!ren, supportive!phantom thieves, open ending

everyone knows that ren is madly in love with you – except for you!

honestly, it's a surprise that you've managed to not notice it by now! with how much ren tries to make it obvious to you, you should've picked up on it by now…

ren is constantly around you, he's way more touchy and playfully affectionate with you and he keeps giving you cute nicknames to tease you, yet you don't seem to have realized why he does all that!

you keep receiving special treatment from the leader of the phantom thieves, whether he's cooking you curry when you come over to leblanc or offering you a coffee on the house!

even the other phantom thieves mention how much of a special treatment you get, with ryuji and yusuke often complaining that they never get free food or coffee from ren!

meanwhile, the phantom thief girls try to give you hints that ren is into you – as if ren hadn't tried and failed at that already!

even when you're in the metaverse, joker tries to play the hero and act as your knight in shining armor, saving you from any shadow coming your way! and all the while, he tries to show off his skills as much as he can…

ren even tries to get time with you alone, asking you to stay a bit longer, even after the other phantom thieves head home. he'll come up with an excuse like ‘needing someone to try his new curry recipe’ or ‘wanting to ask you some stuff about the upcoming exam’

but it seems like even that doesn't help! perhaps ren has to finally make a move that even you can't misunderstand and ask you out on a proper date!

[notquitecanon]

Not Quite Canon's Masterlist:

Just another multifandom imagines blog. All works are dated- so you can date my progress and track as my ADHD brain jumps from one hyper-fixation to the next

** Indicated NSFW. 18+ MDNI

Do Not Repost! Please and Thanks <3

Requests/asks are always open, the rat in my brain likes receiving little messages and notes of inspiration :)))

Works & Playlists below the cut!

Criminal Minds x Marvel crossover 2019, unfinished (masterlist)

Marvel: 

Spangled Stars || Steve Rogers x Reader (2019)  Whiplash || Peter Maximoff x Reader (2019)  Like a Good Neighbor || Bucky Barnes x Reader (2019)  Chance Encounter || Spiderman x Reader (2020)  Look at You || Moon Knight system x reader (2023) **  Call Me… || Matt Murdock x Reader (2024) 

See Also: Miguel O' Hara Playlist on Spotify 🎧 Criminal Minds / Marvel Crossover listed above ^^

Criminal Minds:

Christmas Vacation || Spencer Reid x Reader (2019)  Fun Facts || Spencer Reid x Reader (2020) Thief! || Spencer Reid x Reader (2020)  Missing || Spencer Reid x Reader (2020) 

See Also: Criminal Minds / Marvel Crossover listed above ^^

John Wick:

First Impressions || John Wick x Reader (2020)  With & Without || John Wick x Reader (2021) 

DC Comics:  

Zero Stars || Adrian Chase x Reader (2022)  Beverage Napkin || Adrian Chase x Reader (2022)  Stop Worrying || Adrian Chase x Reader (2022)  Ghosting || John Constantine x Reader (2023)

See Also: Adrian Chase Spotify Playlist 🎧

Ghostbusters: 

Here, Let Me || Dr. Egon Spenger x Reader (2021)  Mandatory Attendance || Dr. Egon Spengler x Reader (2021)  Happy Golden Days || Dr. Ray Stantz x Reader  Snow || Dr. Egon Spengler x Reader (2022)  For Emergencies Only || Dr. Egon Spengler (2022)   >Part 2   (Metaphorical Rescue Eggroll) >Part 3  (The Love Hypothetical) Dust and Motor Oil || Dr. Ray Stantz x Reader (2022)  Stardust & Fungi || Dr. Egon Spengler x Reader (2022)  Tell ‘em bout the Twinkie || Dr. Egon Spengler x extroverted!Reader (2023)  Hypno!kink headcanon (2022) (plotbunny free to good home) ** See Also: Ray Stantz Spotify Playlist 🎧 I Wanna Be Ghostbuster Playlist 🎧

That 70s Show:

First Dates || Steven Hyde x Reader (2020)  Snowed In || Steven Hyde x Reader (2020)  Comfort || Steven Hyde x Reader (2020)  Slippery & Cold || Steven Hyde x Reader (2020) ** 4 Things Steven Hyde Agreed To & 1 He Didn’t || Steven Hyde x Reader (2020)

Star Wars: 

From the Start || Kylo Ren/Ben Solo x Reader (2019)  Strings || Obi-Wan Kenobi x Politician!Reader (2020)  Disappointment || Kylo Ren x Reader (2020) ** Sacrifice and Devotion || Din Djarin x Reader ( 2023)  See Also: Din Djarin Playlist on Spotify 🎧

Twilight: 

Cowardice || Jasper Hale x Reader (2020)  Bad Moods || Jasper Hale x Reader (2020)  Attitude Adjustment || Jasper Hale x Reader (2020)  The Moment Before Eternity || Carlisle Cullen x Reader (2020)  Firsts || Carlisle Cullen x Reader (2020)  Spiked Punch || Jasper Hale x Reader (2021)  GTA || Jasper Hale x Reader (2021)

Baldur’s Gate 3: 

Insufferably Admirable || Astarion x Reader (2023)   > Part 2 (Foolishly Admirable - 2024)   See Also: Astarion || The Pale Elf playlist on spotify 🎧

Call of Duty: Modern Warfare: 

Keep Talking || Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader (2024) ** Warmth || Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader (2024)  Dense || Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader (2024)  A thought about Poly!141 x Reader (2024) ** >>Search History || Poly!141 x Reader (2024) ** >> Virtual Breadcrumbs || Poly!141 x Reader (2024) (Part 1.5) ** >> IRL Plug and Play || Poly!141 x reader (2025) (Part 3) ** ~~~~Any additional asks or headcanons are posted under the #searchhistory on my blog!

Familiar and Whiskey || Simon “Ghost” Riley x Reader (2024)** Some clever sleep pun title || Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader (2025)

See Also: POV: ur in love with Johnny "Soap" McTavish playlist 🎧

POV: ur in love with Simon “Ghost” Riley 🎧

[earlgreydream]

SAVIOR. | Kylo Ren x reader

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.

"Start by getting on your knees."

[gliphyartfan]

Hellooo, can I apply to the Chain with a human reader that have cuteness aggression? Like get excited because they think they are so cute, it bites them, stuffs their face with kisses unexpectedly and that sort of thing. Sorry for my bad english

Oooh nice nice nice~! Let’s see~

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Reader is just out here loving on the Chain and expressing their adoration in the most chaotic, wholesome ways, and the guys… are definitely not prepared for it.

-Time-

Time is always a bit stoic, so when they grab his face and squish his cheeks because he’s ‘too cute for his own good~!’ he doesn’t know what hit him.

Since he’s already fond of and trusts them, he eventually relaxes in their hands.

(You know that meme of the cheetah startled before relaxing into a person’s hands? That’s exactly what he’d do!)

He’d be flustered but would try to hide it, especially when they bury their face into his chest or arms and mutter about how adorably grumpy he looks when he’s focused.

It takes him some time to understand that their cuteness aggression is how they express love, but once he gets it, he secretly loves it.

He’d definitely let out a deep chuckle eventually, he can’t resist when Reader is being so sincere and genuine and quietly say “You’re ridiculous…” while patting their head to hide his fondness.

-Twilight-

Twilight would be completely baffled the first time they tackle hugged him and started ruffling his hair because he was “too cute to handle.”

He’s used to being seen as the tough, capable one, so their sudden bursts of affection leave him utterly confused.

If he’s in wolf form? Forget it. Their squeals and petting sessions would have him rolling his eyes—but secretly wagging his tail.

Over time, he starts leaning into it. If they’re going to smother him in kisses, he might as well tease them about it, right?

Also, if they try to hug him by running and jumping at him, he’ll just pluck them out of the air like they weigh as much as a paper ball.

-Sky-

Sky would absolutely melt under their aggressive affection.

When they cup his face and pepper kisses all over, he turns into a blushing mess.

Every time they call him “too adorable for his own good,” squish his cheeks, or hug him unexpectedly, it catches him off guard.

He doesn’t really know how to react beyond stammering and smiling shyly, but deep down, he loves every second of it.

Over time, he starts looking forward to the way they tackle hug him out of nowhere, it’s become a source of comfort for him.

-Legend-

The first time they bit his arm after calling him “too cute to handle.” he gave them the most incredulous look and blurted, “Did you just bite me?!”

Legend would be absolutely mortified at first. He’d stiffen up like a board, his face completely red, when they start squeezing him or kissing him.

He’d grumble, “Stop that! I’m not a dog!” every time they squish his cheeks or call him “precious” (even though we all know he’s a sweetheart).

The faint blush on his face always betrays how much he secretly enjoys it.

Eventually, Legend starts letting his guard down, and they’ll catch him actually leaning into their hugs. (But if they point it out, he’ll huff, and they’ll risk overloading on cuteness and biting him again, thus restarting the loop.)

-Four-

Four would be thoroughly confused the first time they tackle hugged him out of nowhere, mumbling about how ‘precious’ he is.

If they ever bit his arm or squished his cheeks, he’d blink at them like ‘…Are you okay?’before blushing like crazy.

Red would adore the attention and immediately reciprocate. Blue would roll his eyes but secretly lean into it. Vio would analyze it with mild amusement, and Green would try to keep things balanced.

Over time, Four gets used to their affectionate antics and even starts initiating hugs when he needs them.

-Warriors-

Warriors is used to being admired, but their sudden, intense displays of affection still catch him off guard.

The first time they squish his face and call him ‘the cutest knight ever~’ he’s rendered speechless. He tries to act suave, but his blush gives him away.

Of course, he’d joke about them being ‘overwhelmed by his dashing good looks.’ but secretly, it melts his heart.

Actually he’d be rather blushing when they gush over him when he charms a merchant or person who’s being difficult when they are asking around for info.

‘Look at that mischievous smile! Just look at it! I bet you didn’t even TRY to charm them! You just did!’

I mean, he’s used to compliments on his face but being complimented when he chooses to be mischievous? That’s definitely gonna make him blush!

Once, they bit his arm lightly out of sheer excitement, saying, “You’re just so perfect, it’s not faaair!” He stared at them for a long moment before grinning smugly. “Guess you can’t resist me, huh?”

-Wild-

Wild doesn’t even question their sudden outbursts of affection. When they call him cute while aggressively squishing his cheeks, he just smirks and says “I know.”

If they could, fhey’d tackle him midcooking, exclaiming “Look at you, being all talented and precious!”

….. But they won’t cause, ya know…cooking safety is important but they’d be vibrating in their seat waiting for him to step away from the cooking pot. After enough times of doing this, he’ll pretend to roll his eyes, hold out his arms and let them tackle him to the ground, but he secretly loves the attention.

If they bite his arm or shoulder in excitement, he’ll bite them back, laughing when they squawk in surprise. “What? You started it.”

If they’re relentless with their affection, he’ll eventually scoop them up and smother them with kisses until they’re the one flustered and speechless.

-Hyrule-

Hyrule would be so confused and flustered by their cuteness aggression at first. They squish his cheeks and call him “the most precious little hero.” and he just stammers, “Uh… thank..you?”

He’s not used to this kind of attention, so he’s shy and unsure of how to respond initially.

Once he warms up to it, he might start seeking out their affection, ya know like sitting closer or looking at them with expectation when he does something he think would impress them.

If they ever bite his arm or ruffle his hair in excitement, he’d laugh nervously and blush, but he wouldn’t push them away.

-Wind-

Wind would act like he hates it, but it’s all a front.

The moment they call him cute or squish his face, he yells, “Quit it!” while secretly loving every second of it. He’d huff, but then get pouty if they stopped.

If they give him surprise kisses, he’ll freeze for a second before trying to fluster them instead.

If they pinch his cheeks, though, he’ll definitely pinch theirs back, leading to a chase around camp filled with laughter.

At the end of the day, Wind casually leans against them, waiting for his squishes and kisses but he’ll ask like it’s his torture and be all huff and be like. “Alright, I’m here. Do your thing.’

Like any budding teen who pretends not to enjoy when they are given affection, he’ll accept his inevitable fate.