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Fanfic Rec list for my favorite Reylo~

Part one. I wanted to share my fav's for those who like the same kind of things. A lot of them have controversal tropes, teacher/student relationship, Incest, Dead Dove: do not read, Possessive, Controlling. But there are also more with lighter tones.

(Heads up that I am not listing all of the tags or their warnings just a few tags that explain the fic. Please always check the tags on each fic before you read. Just in case.)

Canon compliant and Canon divergence

Star Wars: Legacy of the Force by BuffShipper : Rated Mature, Graphic depictions of violance, major character death, Smuggler Ben. Dark Rey, Slow burn, Female Finn, Angst/ hurt no comfort, eventual sex. Completed.

The Sequel Trilogy reimagined with smuggler Ben Solo reluctant to take on the family mantle of Jedi in the fight against the mysterious Kira Ren and the diabolical First Order...

Notes: I haven't finished this one yet but I AM LOVING it. It seems at first nothing has changed with Rey and Ben Solo on the opposite side of the war. But there are sutle hints at first.

Accidentally on Purpose by SirenBanshee : Rated Explicit, Rey Palpatine, Dark Rey, Bodygaurd Kylo, Arranged Marriage, Obessive, Possessive behavior, Happily Ever After, Completed.

Kylo Ren has served as loyal bodyguard and mentor to galactic princess Rey Palpatine ever since she was a little girl. But now she’s come of age, and her grandfather wants her to marry and continue the Palpatine line . . . If only her suitors would stop accidentally dying.

Note's: Very tormented Kylo Ren, he clearly wants Rey so bad. So big bonus if you like him pining and going about his feelings in extreme ways.

Dark Visions by Monsterleadmehome : Rated Explicit, Force Vision, Sexual content. One-Shot.

“I had a vision… of the Sith throne. And who was on it.” Rey’s voice falters a little, as scared as she is of what she’s seen—scared and another feeling she doesn’t dare tell Finn.

“Ren,” he assumes.

“And me.”

Note's: Pretty much its the scene of Rey telling Finn she had a vision but she doesn't tell him /All/ of what she saw. LOL

All At Once by Mosterleadmehone : Rated Explicit, Costume party, mask ball, Virgin Rey, Virgin Kylo, One-Shot.

The First Order has taken over the planet Neftali in the Soccoro system. Every year, the town of Cordel Cove hosts a winter carnival that culminates in a masquerade ball. The presence of one Supreme Leader has been requested.

The Resistance has come to Neftali to strike a deal with a shady organization, using the carnival as a distraction. They send Rey to the masquerade to keep an eye on things. After one too many drinks, the masked man all in black catches her eye and asks for a dance. But what will happen when the masks come off?

Note's: Takes place after The Last Jedi with the Resistance running around. IPretty much Rey and Kylo meet back up and lose their virginity to each other. Normally first times aren't my thing but I loved the longing for connection between the two. It's rather sweet.

Au's

The Hatstall by L3tty_B4rro5 : Rated G, Hogwarts-Au, Fluff and angsty, teacher and student relationship, Professor Ben Solo. Completed.

DADA professor Ben Solo is swept off his feet when Rey, a new transfer student from Ilvermorny, arrives at Hogwarts. While trying to understand why she's so captivating to him, he realizes that's not the only mystery he'll have to solve. Rey might have more secrets than he expected and as much as he tries, avoiding her is not an option.

Notes: I didn't see a lot of the twists coming. Rather cute and one of the light hearted fic's on my rec's if you over look the student and teacher attraction.

Two Gold Rings by TheAmberKitten : Rated Mature, Graphic depictions of violance, Werewolves, dystopia, Completed

Anywhere had to be better than Jakku, Rey thought. But if California wasn’t safe, where else could she go?

The two girls looked outside the open door of the train car to watch the desert scenery fly by. There was the sound of howling and Rey observed the outline of what appeared to be a hundred wolves running along the elevated tracks.

She wondered if one of them had golden eyes.

Notes: Rey is force to wander for her own safety with werewolves having taken over. Prefect if you want something bleak and atmospheric.

A Shot at the Night by CaptainCabinets : Rated Explicit, Vampires, mild blood and gore, vampire Ben, Maid Rey, On Going fic.

Rey Johnson needs money and has plenty of blood. Kylo Ren has plenty of money and wants Rey Johnson's blood. They make a mutually beneficial arrangement.

OR

A vampire sugar daddy AU

Notes: This one has to be my favorite of fav's. I live in the same setting as where the story takes place and its very accurate. Rey is a struggling woman and gets swept up in the vampire world to be a blood donor to Ben. But clearly there is a underlying attractions and indepent Rey gets scared. Also heads up its still being worked on.

The Lion's Roar by MurderOfCrowss : Rated Explicit, Rape/Non-con, Graphic depictions of violance, werewolves, A/B/O or Omegaverse, Dead Dove don't eat, Dom Kylo Ren, Submissive Rey, dark HAE, Compeleted.

Rey's day goes from bad to worse when she meets up with a werewolf to pay off her sister's gambling debt. When a simple encounter goes terribly wrong, she finds herself bound to a man she barely knows. Kylo as his pack calls him, doesn't care if she consents or not to their union. Rey will have to find a way to escape or spend the rest of her life trapped by his side.

Note's: This was my first intro to Omega verse so I already have a skew idea of the trope thanks to this fic. It's very intense and pretty adventurous, after Rey is now trapped with Kylo Ren she goes on different life ending adventures. One with a rivial clan of alpha's trying to kill Kylo. And another was some sort of alpha werewolf fighting group. Pretty good if you want action and adventure to your dark romance.

Neighbors With Benefits by ThePuddleJumper : Rated Explicit, Omega verse, Alpha Ben, Omega Rey, enemies to friends, pining, attempted assult, On Going fic.

Rey’s neighbor is the most annoying man she’s ever met. Always too self-absorbed to bother saying hello in the hallway, always taking her favorite parking spot in the garage, always avoiding the building’s social gatherings—didn’t his mother teach him any manners?

But when someone gives the grumpy alpha a rut-inducing drug, Rey decides to help. She may prefer to ignore the frustrating man, but she’s not going to abandon a person in trouble—no matter how aggravating they might be.

Unfortunately, the proposed ‘neighbors with benefits’ solution is complicated. It may seem simple if she just thinks about the biological aspect, but Rey has no interest in having a mate or any long-term relationship. The alpha next door agrees to her terms, but both of them may be signing up for more than they can handle.

And neither considers the risks to their hearts.

Notes: Very protective Ben. The sort of story where Rey justifies trying to keep from falling for her friend with benefit.

The Mail Order Bride by Lazypadawan : Rated Expilicit, Wild west-Au, Fluff and Angsty, Shoot outs, Babies, Eventual Happy Ever After, Not Beta Read, Compeleted.

Rey Niima was a lonely school teacher in 1870s California until she spotted an ad from a miner seeking a bride. She and Ben Solo connect through letters then he proposes and Rey leaves it all behind to join him. But on the way there a gang of masked desperadoes hold up her stagecoach. The wedding goes forward but little does Rey know that her new husband isn't what he seems to be.

Note's: Fun fact the plot is based on a story from the 1800's of a mail order bride. However this one has a happier ending. It's a rather fun adventure.

Modern Au's

Baby Sister by Zoey_Writes : Rated Explicit, Underage, sibling sex, Incest, pregency, mentions of abortion, loss of parents. Ben and Rey are half siblings. Cheating Han Solo. Completed.

Shortly before Ben's sixteenth birthday, he learns that his father has another child, a daughter named Rey, who will be coming to live with them following her mother's death. At first, he hates her, then he tolerates her, and then...

Notes: A whole lot of family drama and the author actually handles the side characters really well. I really got into the history of Leia's family. Ben in this story is the main pov and he actually is rather sweet. The budding friendship between Rey and Ben was refreshing before they actually started to get together. But everything is pretty realistic.

Sometimes a gift is more by Blueyedgurl : Rated Explicit, Incest, Ben and Kylo are twins, Sibling incest, Uncle/niece, parent/child, Mild dubious consent, On Going fic. Locked fic must have an AO3 account.

Rey's Uncle Kylo gives her a bear for her 18th birthday. One squeeze Kylo's voice sing the song he likes to tease her with. A few more and it vibrates...it probably isn't all it does.

Note's: There is some Ben and Kylo stuff going on. It also hasn't been updated for a good while but if you don't mind the four chapters are great.

Smug by infinitegalaxies : Rated Expilict, best friends older brother, Rey's 18, Ben 21, switching POV, Compeleted.

Rey’s crush on her best friend’s brother is finally reciprocated, for better or worse.

Note's: Would have been straight up smut had the happy ever after at the end made it into a rather sweet little tale.

Quija by majesticllamalady : Rated Expilict, Graphic depictions of violance, Major Character death, Rape/ Non-con, Paranormal, dead dove do not eat, Demon Kylo, Horror, No happily ever after, Compeleted.

Rey and her friends have taken up what was supposed to be a harmless hobby of ghost hunting. Tired of coming up empty handed, Poe brings along a Ouiji board this time to encourage a spirit to come forward. Only it wasn't a harmless spirit trapped in the home they've unleashed, but a demonic entity that's finally broken free of its bonds. The demon only wants Rey, and it will have her, but not before it's finished playing with the young college students for daring to mess with paranormal.

Note's: Really a dark Reylo if your into that. It wasn't tagged but I think there is an element of mind fuckry with one dream scene. (Not fuckary in terms of sex but just mind games.) There is such a visual and mood of fear about it. I take it out for Halloween or when I need a good scare. It's only five chapters but gets to the point.

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Imagine # 885

Gif NOT mine.

If this gif is yours (or you know who's it is) please let me know, so I can give you/them credit.

Gif credit goes to - @belamourelysianlimerence (Unless told otherwise.)

Year posted - 2021

Warning - PURE SMUT! (If I was allowed to add gifs of what this man is gonna do to you I would.)

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Smirking to herself (Y/n) walked into her room with a sensual sway in her hips. She only just barely caught sight of the man, a man her coworkers thought was super creepy, but she found him incredibly hot. She also knew he wasn't here to kill her, because had he intended to, he would have made his move already. Not one to waist an opportunity (Y/n) made up her mind as she began stripping out of her clothes. Well aware of the fact that her curtains were wide open, she purposely shimmied out of her skinny jeans, having already kicked off her heels. Outside of her house Anthony watched with intense eyes, greedily watching her as he deeply inhaled the fragrance of the lock of hair, he had stolen from her during their last encounter. A smirk appearing on his face when (Y/n) began stripping from her bra, his tongue darting out to wet his lips when she turned to face the window. (Y/n) hummed a melody to herself as she brushed her fingers through her hair, knowing it was bound to get a rile out of him. And boy was she right, he stood in the shadows watching with hungry eyes, his cock growing erect. Idly (Y/n)'s hands drifted from her hair, down her neck and to her breasts, which she gave a firm squeeze. A moan passing her lips as he played with her nipples, still facing the widow without a care in the world. Suspecting she was to distracted to notice him, Anthony lit a cigarette, his eyes watching her every move. (Y/n) did notice however, a smirk tugging at her lips as her right hand continued drifting South. Her left hand still playing with her breast while her right hand tucked between her legs. (Y/n) was quick to prop her right leg onto a small footstool, spreading herself wide for Anthony's hungry eyes. Now he knew the game she was playing, now he knew she was aware of him watching her every move. And by now his cigarette had been smoked down to the filter, an annoyed sigh escaping him as he tossed the butt away. His focus now solely on watching (Y/n)'s fingers dipping in and out of her glistening cunt. The sight pulling a strained groan from the black haired man. "Fuck." (Y/n) muttered as her pussy began clenching down on her fingers, her wetness coating nearly her entire hand. Her sexual desire for the man outside driving her wild as she continued to work her body to its end. Anthony toyed with her strand of hair, smelling it as he brushed the strands across his face. "Nearly." (Y/n) huffed in a whisper the coil in her body tightening until it finally snapped, a cry escaping her as she threw her head back, riding out the high of her orgasm. Anthony found himself breathing heavily as he watched her come undone, his cock straining against his suit pants, as pre-cum slowly oozed from the head, leaving a wet spot on his boxers. "Fuck." (Y/n) whispered as she pulled her fingers from herself, holding her hand up in the light to admire the mess she'd made. Again Anthony licked his lips, the sight of her moist fingers pulling at a carnal side of him. (Y/n) smirked to herself as she brought her fingers to her mouth, licking them sensually before wrapping her lips around them, sucking delicately on them with a hum. Anthony groaned at the sight his hand subconsciously began pawing at the bulge in his pants. After releasing her fingers (Y/n) walked off to the bathroom, where she checked out her reflection with a smirk. She exited the bathroom as quickly as she had entered, still stark naked she walked across the room, and swiftly opened the bedroom window.

A faint laugh escaping her as she turned her back to it, walking over to her bed she laid down and waited. Anthony was quick to make his way up and through the window, moving as silently as always, though the faint rustle of his suit jacket being removed made (Y/n) grin, who lay on her right side waiting for him to make his move. A strained breath escaped Anthony as he neared (Y/n)'s side of the bed, he leaned over her body burying his face into her hair he inhaled deeply. "I was wondering when you'd come in." (Y/n) murmured softly, a small giggle escaping her when Anthony began quickly stripping himself of his clothes. He was fast, faster than (Y/n) had expected. Swiftly he slid onto the bed behind her, and slid himself into her in one fluent thrust, the sensation ripping a gasped moan from (Y/n). He hoisted her left leg over his as he began thrusting into her, his arms wrapped tightly around her torso, one hand firmly groping a tit while the other simply dug his nails into her skin. "Yes!" (Y/n) cried out blissfully, her left arm holding onto one of Anthony's, while her right hand drifted down to play with her clit. A growl escaped Anthony as he used his body to push (Y/n) onto her front, mounting her from behind he began thrusting harder into her. His chest pressed firmly against (Y/n)'s back as he thrust his hips into her, his thick cock slipping in and out of her wet cunt effortlessly. "Oh fuck." (Y/n) moaned into her pillow, her eyes rolling back into her head as Anthony fucked her into the mattress. He growled into her ear before deeply inhaling the smell of her hair, he suddenly bit down onto (Y/n)'s shoulder, hard enough to draw blood, and a yell from (Y/n). "God fuck." (Y/n) hissed through clenched teeth as the pain mixed deliciously with the pleasure. "Don't stop." (Y/n) warned making Anthony smirk as he licked from her jaw to her temple. "Keep it up." (Y/n) giggled breathlessly. "Make me your slut." She added as she peered back at him, making a mental note of the look in his eyes. Another giggle escaping her when he growled in response to her encouragement. The sound of her giggle getting cut off by a pornographic moan when Anthony picked up his pace. Fucking into her faster and faster as he neared his end, the feeling of his cock hitting her sweet spot over and over pushing her closer and closer to her end. "Al-almo- almost!" (Y/n) stammered over her words making Anthony smirk. Harder he pushed into her, his cock twitching with his impending end. "Fuck." (Y/n) moaned as the coil snapped within her, the clenching of her pussy triggering Anthony's end. He yelled aloud as he came, ripping a bit of (Y/n)'s hair out in the process. "Gah!" (Y/n) screamed as the sensation of pain and pleasure flooded her body, the added feeling of Anthony's cum pumping into her practically sending her to cloud nine. "God if that's how you always fuck, I'm not letting you go." (Y/n) giggled breathlessly, a content hum escaping her when Anthony laid against her body. His hot heavy breathes fanning her face, with his cock still buried deep inside of her. As she lay there panting Anthony began peppering kisses across her shoulders, before drifting to her neck, up her jaw then to her cheek. (Y/n) turned her head a little, a small moan escaping her when he pulled his cock from her, than a giggle as he turned her to lay on her back, laying himself on top her once more. His eyes held a surprising tenderness to them as he observed her face, suddenly lunging forward he kissed her with a hungry passion. The suddenness drawing a gasp from (Y/n) who quickly relaxed as she moaned into his mouth, her hands taking a firm grasp of his biceps, their tongues fighting for dominance.

When they pulled apart (Y/n) peered into his eyes with wonder. "You don't wanna go do you?" She whispered as he rest his forehead against hers, a smirk tugging at his lips as he wrapped her legs around his hips. A choked gasp escaping her when he thrust himself into her again, his his cock already erect and in desperate need of attention. "I'll take that as a no." (Y/n) giggled as she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him down for a kiss as he began giving slow shallow thrusts. "If you stick around handsome." (Y/n) began but took a moment to huff for a breath. "Then you'll have to stop ripping out my hair." She insisted, her words making Anthony freeze. "I'll cut you off a strand." (Y/n) explained with a grin, a giggle escaping her when he gave her a bored look. "Sorry handsome but if you keep ripping my hair out like that, I'll be missing noticeable patches, and I don't want that." (Y/n) added, her explanation only making Anthony roll his eyes before he began thrusting into her again. "Seriously can't get enough of your cock." (Y/n) moaned out with a giggle, her back arching off the bed when he hit just the right spot. Anthony pushed his chest firmly against (Y/n)'s pinning her body to the bed as he began thrusting harder and harder. "So much." (Y/n) murmured shakily, pulling him down for a desperate kiss. Their tongues tangled together in a dance, a deep groan emitting from Anthony's chest. The squeaking of the bed mixed with the sound of skin slapping against wet skin filled the room, added by the aroma of sex. "I know I shouldn't want you." (Y/n) admitted as they parted lips. "But you're all I've craved since I first laid eyes on you." She added honestly, her fingers combing through his hair subconsciously. He smiled at her, his eyes revealing that he felt the same. Though despite the tender moment, Anthony continued fucking into her vigorously, thrusting into her hard. "You're mine." (Y/n) hissed making Anthony thrust into her particularly hard, a growl escaping him when he peered into her eyes, silently demanding she continue her statement. "And I am yours." She finally concluded, knowing it's exactly what he was waiting to hear. He nodded his head in agreement as he wrapped his arms around her waist, burying his face into her neck as he began picking up his pace. "Oh just like that." (Y/n) encouraged as she wrapped her arms securely around his ribs. "God you feel amazing inside of me." (Y/n) moaned into his ear fueling his ego as he fucked her. His thrusts stuttered a bit as he neared his end for a second time, suddenly he pulled back and grabbed a firm hold of (Y/n)'s legs. Anthony then pushed them up to her chest and re-entered her, thrusting into her vigorously he growled with his teeth bare, determined to make her cum first. "Fuck!" (Y/n) cried out as her toes curled, the new angle granting him access deeper into her, hitting places no one else ever could. Anthony's hips stuttered again, his grip bruisingly tight on her legs as he fought the urge to cum. "Almost there." (Y/n) warned with a whine in her voice, stars taking over her vision as she suddenly came hard. "Yes!" She cried out making Anthony smirk before he allowed himself to release. A growl rumbling in his chest as he pumped his seed deep into her greedy cunt. "Oh my god oh my god." (Y/n) babbled as she came down from her high, a giggle passing her lips when Anthony practically flopped down onto her chest. "I don't care what the others say about you, I don't care what you've done, you're mine and I am yours." (Y/n) insisted as she gently dragged her nails across his back, the sensation mixed with her words sent a chill down Anthony's spine. He nuzzled his nose into her breast before giving a playful bite, a laugh rumbling in his chest when (Y/n) jumped. "You cheeky." (Y/n) smiled at him giggling when he lunged forward to kiss her. When they parted her nuzzled his nose into her cheek then looked into her eyes, resting his forehead against hers. "M-m." He tried sounding it out, making (Y/n) gawk at him. "You can do it." (Y/n) encouraged.

"M-mi-mine." The word fell from his lips sloppy, but it brought a brilliant smile to (Y/n) face regardless. "I'm yours." (Y/n) agreed with a laugh, kissing him tenderly over and over before peppering his entire face with feather light kisses. "M-mine." Anthony stuttered again as he took a firm hold of (Y/n)'s hair, she gave him a warning look only to grin when he pulled her in for a passionate kiss.

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*Whoo I wanna write more with him! Maybe I will. Anyways hope you enjoyed!

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Okay so……. I just discovered that Ewan Mcgregor has sex scenes in other movies and they don’t hide shit 🥵 Full pecker and everything omg 🥴 I want him to hold me like that 🫠

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piteous toxin

premise: hate and humility ran your relationship with kylo, as did the heavy hand he loved having you wrap around his throat.

pairing: kylo ren x (f)reader

word count: 1.1k

warnings: eighteen+ content, choking, enemies with benefits, unprotected p in v, creampie, dirty talk, sub!kylo x dom!reader, biting, humiliation.

etc: anyone who dislikes sub!kylo you will be hearing from my lawyer because with those mommy and daddy issues? come on let’s not kid ourselves here lmaooo. this is my first time really writing for sw so there’s the bare minimum terminology in it ok don’t attack me.

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“More,” he grunts into the air. Quilting the room in even more lewd noises as his lungs plant a gasp at the back of his throat, as you give him what he asked. As your hips continue that low rising bounce on his cock, and your fingers tighten around his throat.

“Like that?” You already know the answer, already know what he wants—what he needs—but you love how desperate he looks when his dark eyes look to yours. A satisfaction turning the corner of your mouth into something sly, as you bend down and hover your lips above his, “you’re so pathetic.”

You know if he wasn’t inside of you right now, if you weren’t riding his cock with vigor; the roles would be reversed, the mood change to one of cruelty and hatred. The fist around his throat becoming his around yours in anger, the despise in his eyes just as enticingly cutthroat as the look in them now.

Except there’d only hold malic, that hatred that would want to slam you against the wall and wring your neck until you took your last breath—use his saber on you to finally shut you up.

To rid himself of the humility of being bested by you, finally freeing himself from dealing with you.

The decade long rivalry and hatred of being on different sides, of wanting to do nothing more than conquer the other; instead of the constant fucking the two of you seem to always find yourselves doing.

That going on as long as the decade old rivalry, for as long as the two of you have hated each other—the intensity of that hatred turning into something with teeth that craved something as rough as lust fueled rage that left the two of you sweaty, bruised, and sometimes bloody.

You giving Kylo that humility he loved to hate so much, and him giving you the power of control.

Control over him. Over your own pleasure, sinful desires and thoughts; power.

You both knew when it came to real control, real power, Kylo ranked higher than you. His family name alone is enough to bring someone as less fortunate as you to your knees.

That’s why it felt so good—knowing like this, with Kylo stripped of everything and below you, you brought him to his knees. He let you fuck him like he was nothing, like you held this power over him, like a force.

There was some sickly connection keeping the two of you tied together, same insides of a rotting fruit everyone looked past; dangerous, poisonous, deadly.

And with your fist around Kylo’s throat right now you both knew all you needed to do was push down, to put all your strength in squeezing enough to catch him off guard and you could slam the knife in your boot through his chest cavity.

End an oncoming war before it even begins.

But there’s a festering wound of dread and betrayal that won’t let you; or was it that the two of you were so similar that you’d feel a scab missing from your body? A scab you keep picking at. You’d rather reopen it and heal it with licks and temporary bandages that you’re all too eager for him to tear off.

If anyone was to ever ask you’d forever claim Kylo Ren to be the worst tyrant you’d ever met, and couldn’t wait to put him down; out of his misery.

And right now, that thought—putting him out of his misery—makes you smirk for a whole other reason.

Every time you bounce down on his cock you dig your nails into the side of his neck, like a string pulling his mouth open, eyes glistening with a smog of submissiveness. The hand at your ass leaving indents in your skin with how he grips you back, the only roughness he’s feeding back to you.

His knuckles going a colorless red as his other hand grips your wrist, an indication to keep going, a beg for more, harder, faster, whatever he needs, whatever you want.

He’ll take it all, and wants it all.

“You’re trying so hard not to come right now aren’t you?” You chuckle around a moan, let your thumb move an inch up to the bottom of his jaw to pull his chin lower so you can put the pad of it against his lips. Your lips still hover above his, your eyes downcast and holding contact with his. “Does my pussy feel so good that you can’t wait any longer?” He doesn’t answer, only puffs of choked air wafting across your lips. “Tell me how good I feel, Kylo. Scream it. Let your little army know how pathetically desperate their leader is, maybe they’ll come watch. See how weak you get with my hand around your throat.”

“Fuck you,” he grunts, scowls. Tries to put on that tough face. That face that only means he wants more. Wants your words to cut him until it’s licking at that poison inside of him. Until you’re both drunk on it.

You smile, “I see how it’s going to be tonight.” You push your thumb into his mouth, nail digging into his tongue. Your hips stopping, his cock feeling even heavier inside of you now that you’re no longer moving. Kylo wraps his lips around your thumb without you having to ask, looking for a praise that you’re not going to give him. A praise he doesn’t deserve—a kindness neither of you deserve.

Instead you press harder against his throat until he’s gasping, until you have to tighten your legs around his hips to stop him from bucking up into you. A moan slipping from your mouth when he returns the pain with sinking his teeth against the skin of your thumb. Your cunt clenching around him, begging you to move, to return the bite.

“Tell me how good I feel and I’ll let you come, promise. Or I’ll choke you until your last breath, and I’ll swallow it down. Be the last thing you see, feel. I’ll be the hero of the galaxy.” Your breath his heavy, hips doing the slowest roll, getting off to your own words. To the throb of his cock against your walls. “Say it. Say. it.”

Your grip loosens on his neck, enough for him to speak, to spew out a plea of heavy words. “You—” Kylo swallows, eyes rolling back just as your hips rise and fall along his length. “You feel so good, fuck I hate–you–ahh.”

Your hand aches from how long you’ve been choking him, so once you’ve moved it, as he’s moaning against your lips as he comes, there’s a satisfying relief in your fingers; your bloodstream.

“Pathetic.” The smirk that spreads across your lips matching his own.

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I am not ok

How Bad Do You Want Me? - Kylo Ren x ResistancePilot!Reader

Kylo Ren x ResistancePilot!Reader

Warnings: NSFW (PIV Sex, unprotected sex, crying during sex lol), Banter, sassy Kylo Ren, sassy Reader

Word Count: 2.6k

Summary: Before Kylo Ren was Kylo Ren, he was a padawan with you. Before you were a Resistance Pilot, you were a padawan with Kylo Ren. Now, several years later, you've found yourself in the clutches of the First Order, and, of course, Kylo himself.

A/N: May the Fourth be with you! I decided to celebrate my lifelong love for this series by writing some smut lol, as one does. In case you missed it, I created a sideblog (@rainbow-gelpen) so if you wanna see some non-writing shenanigans from me, head on over there for some fun. Otherwise, enjoy the oneshot <3

The room is cold, that is the first thing you note as you come to your senses. When you open your eyes, everything begins to come together in choppy, drawn-out scenes. 

The village, full and dark. The people, afraid and yelling. 

Lor San Tekka, with his small smirk.

Kylo Ren, lightsaber in hand. 

You startle at the image of him and jerk against the restraints on the interrogation chair. You look around the room. No Stormtroopers are in-sight, and you know immediately that this must be intentional. Stormtroopers are so small-minded, so easily manipulated . . . And, after all, Kylo Ren knows that you are a Force-user. 

Yes, he knows you could have Forced your way through Stormtroopers and escaped out of the base with, most likely, very little effort. Your fists clench at the knowledge, already beginning to feel angry with him. You wonder briefly, foolishly, if generals and officers will be sent in soon to try and force the information out of you. And then, you remember who you are dealing with. 

Kylo Ren will want to get it out of you himself. As, of course, a testament to the fact that he simply can. As proof that he knew you once and knows you still. If you know a person long ago – knew every part of them – that does not necessarily fade with time, does it? Perhaps bits and pieces go, but not whole parts. Kylo Ren is still Ben Solo. Ben Solo is still Kylo Ren. 

You stare at the door, willing it to open, daring it to open. You can feel his energy. It is getting closer. He’s so angry, so sad. You can sense it. Gods, you feel sick knowing just how infected he is. You wonder now, just as you have wondered everyday since he burned down the Temple you once shared, if there was ever anything to be done for him, and if you could have been the one to save him from himself. 

You shake your head. He didn’t want saving, he wanted power, and power is what he received. If it meant losing you, he didn’t care, did he?

. . . Did he?

Footsteps come pounding towards you. You still recognize the cadence even after all this time, after all these changes. You know who it is, and you set your eyes on the door again. The durasteel door slides open with a soft hiss, and there he is. Your jaw clenches, standing tall as the door slams down shut again. Kylo stands there for a moment. 

“It is really you,” he says. You glare at him. Anger swells in your chest, that very same anger that you carried with you all that time ago as you watched the Jedi Temple burn down. You remember looking for him, clawing through pieces of wreckage as you searched and called for him. And then there it was, his hand on your shoulder, and you can still remember how the relief felt when it coursed through you.

And yes, you can still remember the betrayal you felt when you realized what he had done. 

You hate that he still has this hold over you, this grip on your heart, your mind. Has nothing changed? Has time not cast its spell? Here he is in his dark clothes – a leather tunic, leather trousers, boots, a cape, a mask, gloves – and still a part of you feels like it has finally come home. 

“I had no idea we had the best pilot in the Resistance on-board,” Kylo speaks again. You don’t stop glaring. If this is the last thing you’ll ever do, you won’t go down easily. You’ll fight him, you’ll shame him, you’ll combat every remark. You owe him nothing, he owes you everything. 

You could have killed him, afterall. After you’d seen exactly what he had done to the Temple, to your fellow Padawans. People were yelling for you to stop him, to trap him, and you . . . Just let him go. You wonder sometimes, even now, how everything may have played out if you had sliced his leg or stalled him or whipped out your own lightsaber. 

There could be peace across the galaxy today if you had not loved him more than the future of your fellow civilians. 

He looks so strong, so powerful. You remember when he was younger, when his muscles weren’t quite so large and his shoulders weren’t so broad. You wonder what he looks like. Is he scarred? Mutilated beyond recognition? Is that why he wears this mask?

“You’re a coward,” you snarl suddenly, unable to stop yourself. Kylo crouches. You can sense the peculiar look on his face from beneath the mask. “Hiding behind a mask. You don’t even have the guts to look at me with your eyes . . . Do you?”

Hesitation. You sense it from him. How odd. 

Then, his hands are lifting and settling at the sides of the mask. He presses buttons at the side, and it hisses as the facepiece unlocks and lifts. Kylo pulls the mask off as he stands once more. He sets it aside, then looks upon you. 

Oh. 

Oh.

This is the face of someone worth losing everything over.

His eyes are angry. His brows are thick. His nose is prominent, his lips are plush. Moles and freckles dot his pale skin. His hair is longer now than it was years ago, but still wavy. Still curled at the ends. It takes everything in you not to let the emotions swell. Perhaps this will prove to be more difficult than you thought. 

Kylo steps forward, and you don’t dare look away. 

“I know the old man gave it to you,” Kylo says. “The map. Tell me where it is.”

You shake your head. 

“You of all people should know that I’m not that easy,” you tell him. The corner of his mouth twitches. You remember the summer you spent with him, drunk in love under the bright stars. Oh, the smiles he’d give you. This is nothing in comparison. 

“Don’t make me fight for it,” Kylo says. He steps forward again. “We both know I’m stronger. I can take whatever I want.”

Your faces are so close. Your hands are clenched into fists, still. You are aching to touch him, to feel his skin against yours. You look at him and wonder how exactly he plans to take this information from you. The truth is that the map is far away from here by now, and on its way to the Resistance with your BB unit. 

You have nothing for him. Even if he finds out about the droid, Kylo and his people will never beat it to the base. Perhaps you are to die tonight at the hands of Kylo Ren. What a heroic way to go. What a beautiful last face to see. 

Kylo brings a large, gloved hand up to the side of your face, not touching you but nearly doing so. The Force hums, then. You grunt as you throw up your mental walls, fighting to keep him out. 

“You don’t h-have to do this,” you breathe softly, straining against the pain. Kylo says nothing, instead pushing harder. You look away from him, and because you do this, you miss the way his bottom lip quivers briefly. He feels it – everything you’ve carried with you all this time.

“You’re so angry,” he says quietly, almost to himself. You shake your head. 

“I-I’ve been captured by your s-slaves,” you quip.

“No,” comes his firm voice. “You’re angry because of what I did at the Temple. Even now, it’s in here.”

“You sound surprised,” you grunt, glaring at him again. His eyes meet yours. “I loved you.”

“You loved what I stood for.”

“I. Loved. You,” you snarl. You shake against the restraints. “Let me out of this wretched thing, face me properly. Or are you too afraid of what I can do?”

Kylo pulls out of your mind. Your chest rises and falls rapidly as he stares at you momentarily. Then, he reaches forward and undoes the cuffs of the interrogation chair. You lunge at him immediately, shoving him so hard that he stumbles back.

You raise your hand to smack him, and he catches your wrists in both of his hands. You knee him in the crotch instead. Kylo grunts, then spins you around and pins you against the wall with his entire firm body pressed against yours. You struggle. 

“Get off of me.”

“I told you you were angry,” Kylo says, as if to prove a point.

“Get off.”

“Where is the map?”

“I don’t know.”

Kylo adjusts your wrists so that he’s holding them both in one hand, then brings his other hand up to rest on your throat. Your breath catches. 

“Where . . . is it?”

“I don’t know,” You say again, softly this time. Kylo hums, and you feel the energy shifting. Your heart begins to pound. Kylo’s body is hot against yours. You tip your head back to rest against his shoulder. An olive branch. A dove. An offer. His hand slides down from your throat to your left breast. You nearly moan at the feeling – how long have you waited for this? How many nights have you laid awake thinking of this exact scenario? Wondering how how hands would feel on your chest, on your hips, on your–

“You want this,” Kylo says as he squeezes your breast. You sigh. 

“I never said I didn’t,” you remark. He leans forward and presses his face against your shoulder, then inhales your scent deeply. 

“If you’re gonna take me, then do it,” you say breathily. 

“Have you no patience?”

“Clearly not,” you tell him. You feel his erection pressing against you, and you chuckle. “Clearly you don’t, either.”

Kylo turns you around so that he can look at you. You reach up to touch him, running your hand along his cheek. He seems to lean into your touch, and this brings you an odd sense of satisfaction. He still wants you, still wants this.

“Take all this shit off,” you tell him firmly, tugging at his tunic. He says your name, and you shake your head. “I don’t care. Take it off. If you’re gonna kill me over this map, I want to see you one last time.”

You’ve always held your head high, but the truth is that Kylo Ren has haunted you from the moment he left the Temple, lightsaber in-hand. Life is . . . Life is a waiting game now. Wondering how much time you have left, how much time you’ve wasted. But now, here? You know how it could end, and Kylo Ren is taking off his cape and his tunic and his undershirt, and you surge forward to grab a handful of his hair and kiss him. 

He gasps against your lips but you only press against him harder. The Force seems to hum around the two of you. Two powerhouses together only means ultimate power, and as Kylo pulls your body forward and yanks at your clothes, you begin to realize that perhaps you should have joined him all those years ago. 

It certainly would’ve made life much easier for you.

Kylo shreds your shirt and throws its remnants aside before reaching around to unclip your undergarment. You let him. He kisses you again, and you feel it again – The Force’s strong presence. 

You lean back against the wall, and Kylo tugs down your pants eagerly, lips parted and cheeks flushed. What an incredible privilege it is to see him in this way again. You wonder how long it has been for him.

You run your hands along his strong arms – which are much larger than they were the last time you had him like this – and then meet his eyes. 

“Please,” you breathe. Kylo nods, reaching down to pull his erection free from his trousers. 

“I know,” he says. The emotion from earlier, you feel it finally. Tears fill your eyes as you part your legs for him, bringing one of them up to hook around his hip. Kylo holds the side of your face as a tear escapes you. 

You cling to him, wrapping your arms around him in an attempt to bring yourself even closer yet. He enters you, and you moan as he fills you up. Your grip on him tightens. You’ve missed this – you’ve needed it for Gods know how long. Kylo begins to piston his hips, fucking into you, and you groan as he holds you up against the wall. 

“Fuck,” he grunts. You moan. 

“Faster,” you sob, holding onto his hair, his shoulder. “F-Faster.”

“I’m trying,” Kylo says, rocking his hips back and forth. You sigh as he pleases you. His cock feels magical, like something that was made for you and only for you. You imagine Kylo at brothels and inns with random women, and it makes you hate him. How dare he be with anyone but you. How dare he even consider it.

“Tell me again,” Kylo says. “W-What you said earlier.”

You moan, mind foggy with lust. 

“Which thing?” you ask. 

“You know.”

You ponder for a moment, then it clicks. You moan. 

“I loved you,” you breathe, a lump in your throat. “I did. I-I swear it.”

Kylo nods, his eyes meeting yours. 

“I know,” he breathes. You yank on his hair. 

“I hate you, now.”

“I know that, too.”

Your chest is hot and filled with unsaid words of affection. Kylo isn’t ready for them, you know that. He may never be. He’s so angry, so full of hate. You can hardly believe he’s doing this with you at all. How will he be when it is over? What will he do to you?

“I hate you for leaving me,” you breathe. Your orgasm is swelling within you, and you know that Kylo is close, too. 

“You should have joined me,” Kylo says. You cry out. 

“Shut up,” you tell him. He says your name as if it’s a prayer. You shake your head. “Don’t. Don’t. Just make me cum.”

Kylo nods. For once, he has nothing to say, nothing to add. He knows that your time – yours and his – has passed. Destinies have been selected for each of you on opposite sides of this war, and when he is finished with this, he will have to act as if none of it meant anything at all. You’re so angry with him, and he’s so loyal to Snoke – none of it would ever work even if you tried.

But at least you have this. At least you have now.

“I’m close,” Kylo breathes. You nod.

“Me, too,” you say. He pounds into you once, twice, three more times, and he’s moaning your name against your shoulder. You groan at the sound of it. You revel in it, in his desperation, his neediness. You shall never have it again. 

He fills you up just like he used to, and you sigh softly as you reach your own peak. His gloved hand travels down to rub your throbbing clit, and when he does, you moan and buck your hips. 

“F-Fuck . . .” you sigh. Kylo takes you through it, and when it’s all over, he pulls out slowly. You lower your leg and reach for your pants. Kylo takes a small step back, looking at you momentarily before redressing. You let out a soft, shaky breath as you do the same. 

Kylo looks at you once he’s fully clothed, watching you finish getting dressed. 

“Tell me where the map is so I can let you go,” he says. You look at him as you tuck a piece of your hair behind your ear. Your heart breaks in your chest. His does, too. You both know that this is not the ending that you wanted. 

“I can’t,” you say. He says your name. You shake your head. “I made promises, Kylo.” Feeling weak and foolish, Kylo rebinds you to the interrogation chair. You don’t fight him. He opens his mouth to speak, then reaches for his mask and leaves without another word.

Tagging my Star Wars-loving besties: @mrs-gucci @safarigirlsp @babbushka

(Dividers by saradika-graphics)

rynwritesstuff, 2025

[ladylovender]

EDGING KYLO

@asnackdriver asked: Please the story from gc…. I NEED IT

YOU GOT IT, BOSS.

rated e, fem-dom!reader, sub!kylo, restraints, edging, come play, crying

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Edging Kylo until he’s bitten his lip swollen and raw, eyes watering. He could escape the leather bonds you’ve used, but he won’t. You caress his chest, play with his nipples, spread his thighs with delicate touches. He whines and writhes in the hardback chair as his red cock bobs. His balls are so tight

Even drawing a finger up the shaft has it jerking. He’s so desperate and hot. Sweat gathers on him at every crease

If you ask him if he’s been good, he’ll nod wordlessly. But you know better. He’s been secretly jerking off in the shower — even though you told him not to

Grab his jaw, make him look into your eyes, and ask him for the truth. Tears well as he confesses

He’s so hungry for you. You’re all he thinks about. When he jerked off, he thought of you

With the quirk of an eyebrow from you, he tells you how he’s wanted you

He’s wanted you with bruises and bites and scratches. He’s wanted to fuck hard. However, you know he wants those marks on him, too

He wants you to claim him, make him yours. He’d do anything. Anything

When you wrap a lubed hand around him, he sobs and nods. Call him a desperate little slut. He’ll reply he’s your slut, only yours

He’ll cry and plead for mercy

By the end, he’s a blubbering mess

Press against his side, kiss his straining neck, and tell him to come for you. Tell him to come all over his chest

He’ll shout in pain as he comes in thick, white spurts. He shakes through it, tears roll down his cheeks

He thanks you over and over, delirious — frenzied rapture

He wants to hide, but you won’t let him. You stare into his hazy eyes, and all he can whisper is your name

Run a finger through the slick come on his sweaty chest and offer it to him

His tongue is so hot on your skin. The way he sucks his spend off your finger shoots right to your cunt

When you withdraw your finger, he swallows before asking if he can be good for you now

[ladylovender]

Kylo Ren - NSFW Alphabet

18+ MDNI

— AFTERCARE (what are they like after sex?)

not even gonna front you guys... in the beginning of your relationship, kylo is terrible at aftercare. he has a hard time accepting the fact that he loves you because he doesn't want to seem weak, and if he took care of you that would mean he loved you?... right? he wants so badly to hold you but he forces himself to resist for a long time. when he does finally open up about his feelings though, he doesn't leave your side. he loves to play with your hair, give you kisses, and tell you how beautiful you look. you are simply a precious thing to him that he wouldn't dare take for granted again.

— BODY PART (what's their favorite body part on themselves and their partner?)

no matter how many times you tell kylo how beautiful he is, he is still super insecure about literally everything. it took a long time to convince him to even take his mask off. if he had to pick though, it would be his arms and hands which have been sculpted by years of lightsaber training. his favorite part of you however, is everything. BUUUUT if he HAD to pick, it would be your lips, he loves kissing you. kylo is also a thigh man and i stand by that statement. he's always grabbing them and when he's feeling extra soft, he loves to rest his head on them.

"i would happily die like this, you know?"

— CUM (anything to do with it)

whether he's being rough or gentle with you, even if he's edging you, you always cum before him, preferably multiple times. when it comes to him, he always prefers to cum inside you. the sight of you overstimulated, leaking with his cum is one of his favorite things.

— DIRTY SECRET

you could be doing the most mundane thing ever and kylo is hard. just the sight of you has him bricked up. luckily for him though, his dark uniform and robes hide it well.

— EXPERIENCE (how much sexual experience do they have?)

very little actually, but you'd never know it by how well that man fucks. it's like second nature to him, as if he could read your mind and know exactly what you want.

— FAVORITE POSITION

missionary and nobody can tell me otherwise !! he loves to be able to look into your eyes and watch as the pleasure overtakes you. he also loves to kiss you, trailing down your neck and leaving purple and red marks as he goes. kylo knows that the sweet sounds of your moans directly in his ear is the closest he'll ever get to heaven anyways.

"fuck- you look so beautiful like this my star."

— GOOFY (are they goofy or serious in the moment)

definitely serious. kylo is so enamored by you that he MUST focus on every detail. every moan, every whimper, every facial expression, every bead of sweat. all that matters to him is the pleasure he gives you and he pleasure he gets from you.

— HAIR (how well groomed are they? do they mind body hair?)

kylo always likes to keep tidy for you, its never completely clean shaven, but rather cut short. one time he shaved it completely, including his happy trail (one of your favorite parts of him) and you frowned at him so hard he vowed he'd never do it again LMAO. when it comes to you though, he doesn't care one bit what you do, he wants you in his bed regardless.

"how was i supposed to know you liked it that much?!"

— INTIMACY (how romantic are they?)

again, in the beginning of your relationship the romance stocks are LOW. you are his weakness and hes afraid of being weak... our babygirl is learning to have emotions, pls be patient with him. when he finally opens up though, he worships the ground you walk on... you're literally his everything.

— JACKING OFF

kylo and his right hand know each other very well. before you, he didn't seek out relationships with anyone, so he found himself finding release alone quite often. he doesn't do it so much now that he's found you, but if he's on a mission and has to leave you at starkiller for two weeks, best believe he will lock himself in the cockpit of his command shuttle and jack off thinking of all the things he's gonna do to you when he gets home.

— KINK (their favorite kinks)

when kylo is being rough, that man is a sadist. seeing you whine in pain makes his cock twitch, and his brain go fuzzy. he also has a slight blood kink and i stand by that wholeheartedly. don't worry though, the second you guys are done he's a completely different person, tending to your every need and kissing every mark he left on your perfect skin.

"i didn't hurt you too badly, did i?"

— LOCATION (their favorite place to fuck)

kylo ren is a jealous, jealous man and doesn't usually like risking the chance of someone else seeing you the way only he gets to. although, occasionally in the heat of the moment he will pull you into the nearest supply closet or refresher to have you.

— MOTIVATION (what turns them on?)

you in general. there is this insatiable, carnal need he has for you, and he's had it since the moment he laid eyes on you. something you do though, that never fails to turn him on, is when you act like a brat— he no longer has control over his body or actions at that point.

"oh you are so going to regret saying that."

— NO (what won't they do?)

kylo will never share you with anyone else. ive seen a lot of fics where kylo shares the reader with hux or the knights of ren and guys !!! guys ! there's no way in hell he's doing that !!!!! kylo is jealous, possessive, and would kill anyone that even had a mere thought about you in a sexual way.

— ORAL (giving, receiving, skill level)

when kylo is being rough, he loves facefucking. the sounds of your futile attempts to get air are so intoxicating to him. also that man is a munch !!! he drinks you up like water and he does it for so long, with so much skill, that you're seeing white-hot stars by the time he's through with you. if you start squirming too much, he uses the force to keep you in place.

"stop fucking moving, i'm not done with you."

— PACE

kylo fucks hard and deep. that man is going to the hilt, and he doesn't care if you think he's too big, hearing you say that only makes him want to go harder. if he hasn't had you in weeks, his pace is fast, as if hes acting in desperation. other times though, he likes to take his time with you and savor every moment.

"shhh sweet thing, we'll make it fit."

— QUICKIES

he doesn't mind them. sometimes the heat of the moment calls for them, but he would much prefer to take his sweet, sweet time with you.

— RISK (do they like to experiment?)

kylo is a kinky mf and is willing to try almost anything.

— STAMINA (how many rounds can they go?)

all of that rigorous training pays off in places other than battle. kylo can go multiple rounds and not feel fatigued. he loves watching you get increasingly more overstimulated, only stopping once you've begged enough to his liking.

"you want me to stop? i dont know little star, i think you can cum one more time."

— TOYS (their opinion? do they use them?)

are sex toys canon in star wars ?? LMAO... if they are, he doesn't mind them, nor does he see them as competition. he knows you much prefer his use of the force on your clit anyways.

— UNFAIR (how much do they like to tease?)

kylo loves to tease you. one of his favorite things to do to you is edge you, and gods help you if you cum before he gives you permission to.

"don't you dare cum before i tell you to."

— VOLUME (how loud are they?)

kylo doesn't hold back on the moans, especially when he's nearing his release. he will start whispering sweet nothings and strings of profanities in your ear as he cums inside of you.

"Shit- I'm- fuck- you feel s-so good. FUCK."

— WILD CARD (free headcanon)

in the beginning of your relationship, he was constantly fighting the urge to tell you he loved you while he was deep inside you. now he says it all the time, always making sure to remind you as you come undone underneath him.

"go ahead, little star. cum for me. yes just like that, gods- i love you."

— X RAY (what do they have going on underneath their clothes?)

after you've removed his MULTIPLE layers of clothing, his build is revealed to be lean and muscular. also lets be real... that man is tall and has big hands so— we're talking about like at least 6.5 inches, very girthy, slightly curved to the left, tip hex code is- (my lawyers have advised me not to continue)

— YEARNING (how high is their sex drive?)

kylo ren is a caged animal... that man wants to fuck you every moment he can get his hands on you.

— ZZZZ (how quickly do they fall asleep afterwards?)

you always fall asleep before he does, and for the first few months of your relationship, you were convinced he didn't sleep... like ever. after he became more vulnerable with you though, he would sleep around you. the first time you had woken up before him and saw him asleep you smiled and played with his hair, noticing how you'd never seen him so calm.

[ladylovender]

Kylo Ren NSFW Alphabet (reupload)

a/n: i posted this last year and here it is again! if ur expecting kylo to be a dom don’t read this. Also, this is AFAB!reader.

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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Kylo has never had anybody to cherish like this, to hold. So you best believe after sex, he’s planting soft kisses across your face and lips trying to show how lucky he feels to have you; that you gave this gift of intimacy to him. It’s all soft touches and cuddles (fight me on this). He looks at you with a sense of longing, to have this feeling forever. He’ll hold your hand over his heart while you fall asleep on his chest, for it only beats for you.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Everything about your body has Kylo red in the face, but he finds his eyes trailing to your thighs and your ass often. Your uniform clings to them tightly, and he feels guilty about how quick his blood pools to his thighs, constantly readjusting his leather pants when you bend down or “accidentally” brush against him.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Okay, listen. Kylo has never had any sexual experience so you BEST believe he cums a lot. And hard. Borderline hyperspermia. He’s just so sensitive and you just feel too good wrapped around him. Expect rope after rope of thick cum coating your walls, spilling out of you and down your thighs :D

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

You make him hard. A lot. He feels so perverted, especially in the beginnings of your relationship. The soft floral notes of your perfume made his pants constrict, the sweet smell making him dizzy. Every kiss, every brush of your fingers=boner. He was embarrassed. The worst part is the wet dreams. Oh. The dreams. Kylo’s mind would drift to images of you kissing him, sitting on top of him, the warmth between your legs remedying the pressure building in his hips; but he would wake up every time, hard as a rock, spilling into his sleep pants panting your name. Yeah.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Absolute virg. Never even kissed a girl before. The first time you climbed on top of him and started trailing kisses down his neck, he was 100% whipped, almost finishing in his uniform as you rocked against his length. He knew he couldn’t give this up, couldn’t give YOU up.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

A bit simple, but this man lovesss missionary. He gets off when your face twists up in pleasure, knowing he’s the one providing it to you. Plus, he can hear each moan, each sharp intake of breath; Between your face drenched in lust, your sweet sounds, and your tits bouncing with each thrust, this position makes him cum the hardest. (Besides you on top. He’ll dig his fingers into your hips watching himself disappear inside you over and over. yum).

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

I’d say Kylo is serious during the deed. He just loves you so much and wants to worship you with every bit of intimacy he has in him. Large calloused palms smoothing back your hair, plush lips sucking on your collarbone, all of it.

“You’re so beautiful. My sweet girl…”

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He isn’t the hairiest man in the galaxy, but he does have a bit of hair down south. Nothing too extreme though. Kylo is very hygienic and well groomed, nothing to worry about here!

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

THE MOST INTIMATE. You can see in his eyes how he feels he doesn’t deserve you, doesn’t deserve your soft body beneath him. He treats you as if you’ll break, as if you’re the most precious being in the universe. Constantly asking if you’re okay, or, “Does this feel good?” He loves to serve you. To pleasure you.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

As aforementioned, Kylo can’t help how hard he is around you 24/7. If he knows he’s going to see you, he’ll tuck himself away into his refresher and think of your figure, your eyes looking up at him, (that REALLY makes him cum fast) and stroke his cock with a punishing pace, imagining you slamming down on his hips. He feels a tinge of shame as he grits his teeth and releases his load onto the refresher door.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Praise. He feels his thighs go weak when you drag your fingers through his hair and call him a “good boy.” He’ll look up at you through heavy lids, a silent plea for more soft touches and appraisals. Also, eye contact. If you ever want anything from him, just look up at his through your eyelashes and he’ll blush like a madman, giving you whatever it is you crave.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

He’s a very private person and extremely jealous, so he prefers to fuck you in your shared quarters. Nowhere else. Okay, maybe in his TIE, but that’s only when you beg him so sweetly; and who is he not to give his girl whatever she wants?

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Yes. Just yes. A kiss that lingers a second too long, his name on your lips (in any context), your soft hand following the curve of his jaw. He’s a goner. If you want to torture the man, wear a low cut top around him, he’ll be desperately grabbing at your hips in no time.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Anything involving someone else. He’s a jealous, jealous man. All these fics about him sharing you with the KOR….girl. A big no no is anything related to degradation. Attention all Kylo writers! He would never even DREAM of calling you names or hurting you in any way. You’re his precious girl and he just loves you so so much:(

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Virgin, remember? The first time you sucked his cock, he’s was a panting mess, brows furrowed, low moans punched from his chest, finishing in your mouth in under a minute. After a few times together, you guided him on how to eat pussy, and he definitely prefers watching your hips rock up into his face, coming undone from his warm tongue. (Kylo will never admit this, but while he was eating you out he rocked against the mattress like a rabid dog, cumming all over his stomach, a pool of his spend spreading over the sheets. Yeah, he prefers giving).

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

It depends on how much time you’ve spent apart. If he hasn’t seen you for a week, (missions, supreme leader shit) he’ll fuck into you with a strong and punishing pace, still careful not to hurt you, though. If it’s a normal day, he’ll slowly rock into you, dragging his cock along your walls in a sensual way, but you usually beg him to speed up, pushing you further and further up the mattress.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Kylo is a simp. He will take whatever you so kindly gift him with. You get to fuck your man whenever you so please. He gives it to you no matter the time. Day or night. He’s just so excited there’s a GIRL who wants him, his cock, this badly.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Nah. Not really. He’d rather savor the sex, instead of constantly looking over his shoulder. But if you drag him into a storage closet aboard and start massaging him through his leather, who is he to say no?

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Hate to burst any bubbles here, but he’s completely inexperienced, so don’t expect him to last very long, at least not at first. He physically has to tense his muscles, eyes squeezed shut in concentration, trying so hard NOT to blow his load the second your tight wet heat engulfs his cock. His skin is flaming hot, but he’s shivering above you, groans emanating from his slacked jaw, trying to fight the way his balls draw up, the way his stomach muscles tighten already.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Are sex toys canon in Star Wars? Someone please lmk. But my answer is going to be no for now!

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Kylo doesn’t have to tease you, like, at all. You just want him so bad all the time and he still doesn’t understand why. However. You’re quite the tease, and this poor virgin can’t take it. Seriously, if you want to see the mighty Kylo Ren crumble, all you need to do is press a chaste kiss to his lips, put a hand on his thigh, look at him, or just breathe basically, and he’ll be hard and wanting in seconds. I love our space boyfriend.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Ben Swolo can make some NOISE lemme tell ya. It’s all low groans and grunts, so caught up in the heat of your body and how fucking tight you are around him. No matter how hard he tries to contain the noises that slip from his throat, he can’t help it. He’ll confidently moan and moan in your ear, minted breath hitting your cheek, letting you know his pleasure is solely from you, and you alone.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Kylo is what we call a service top. He would do anything to put your pleasure first, his own pleasure depends on that. He had never cum harder than that first time you clamped around his cock, finally feeling your orgasm around him. Lights flickered and whirred; it was…intense.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Hung like a moose omg who said that? Anyways. My guess is 7-8 inches. Good luck girl.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Siri play ‘Everyday’ by Ariana Grande please. Seriously. He feels fucking insane with how bad he wants to be buried in you at all times. Whether he’s tired, beaten or bruised, you could catch a dick anytime.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Kylo will eventually fall asleep cuddled up next to you, but not until he allots himself a few minutes to admire your beauty, running his thick fingers through your hair, kissing your temple until he sees you eyes flutter shut. Awe. Whatta softie.

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peeta's a dom and i stand by it

he fucked you like a star-crossed show-off, because peeta wanted to make sure your cunt remember his size. splitting you open and stretching you out always earned a wolfy grin from his lips. “feel that? i'm so deep in your tummy, baby. if i came inside, not a single drop will spill out.” he cooed in your ear, firm grip unmoving from your hips. the tip of his dick had your eyes rolling into the back of your head, making your body all the more weak—he liked it. he liked the fact that he had the ability to make your body entirely crumble under his touch, he savored the sensation and view of your body going limp like a sex toy while you were getting fucked good by him.

sometimes, he was so desperate to feel you flutter and clench around him that he didn’t even bother taking off his clothes, he’d just unbutton his pants and tug them down to his thighs and nothing more. “no i’m gonna soak your clothes.” you forewarned, a frown on your face. “yeah.” he hummed, a smirk playing on his lips. “i like that, sweetheart. soak my pants with your pretty cunt like a good girl. make a mess on me.”

he allowed you only a gram of freedom while riding his lap. his big hands remained attached to your hips, helping to work you up and down. occasionally, he’d give you the liberty of grinding down onto his cock all by yourself, as clumsy as you were in the cock-hungry state, so he'd, in return, hold the back of your head and give you sloppy kisses all over your face. after he feeling the tickle of your hair while it slipped through his fingers, he'd take a grip of it and pull back so gently. he's alwaya so sweet and gentle—until he’s cumming, then you'd feel a slight tingle across your scalp. he'd be gripping and tugging like a feral animal, dumping all of his cum into your cunt, and you'd take all of it.

“that's my girl,” he murmured with a smile, watching you struggle to take all of him and his cum. you couldn't hold yourself back. “my good little girl.”

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who’s ready to admit him licking the priests hand was hot asf???

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Highlander (1986)

Clancy Brown as The Kurgan

Watched April 12th, 2024

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Clancy Brown as The Kurgan in Highlander (1986)

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Introduction

Welcome!

About Me Quick Fire:

Name: Love

Age: 20

Location: UK

Pronouns: she/her

Occupation: art student

Extra: audhd, vintage fashion lover, film lover, craft lover

Blog Info:

Hi! I am very new to tumblr (actually having the app, I watched peak tumblr via other platforms 💀) so do bear with me bc I’m not 100% sure how it all works lol.

This blog will feature (predominantly) headcanons & NSFW alphabets. Purely smut. I love reading accurate head canons, so that’s what I aim to achieve.

This blog will be EXTREMELY 18+ MDNI, absolutely nothing with be SFW.

I love getting to think about my favourite characters in accurate ways that reflect their character bc I hate seeing such strong mischaracterisations, especially in a sexual sense.

So stick around if that’s something you’re interested in!! I’d love to be moots or get some requests! I may write quite bluntly, but I swear I’m actually really friendly 🫶

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Blog Rules

Welcome!

I am super new to tumblr, I grew up experiencing peak tumblr via Instagram and Pinterest, so I have kinda no idea how anything works. Any tips are greatly appreciated 🙏

MDNI!! STRICTLY 18+ BLOG. I’M NOT KIDDING. THIS IS ALL SMUT. PLEASE STAY AWAY!!

What I Absolutely WON’T Write

Incest

Beastiality

Pedophilia

Scat

Pretty much anything else is on the table, if it’s appropriate for the character.

I’ll mainly be writing about a fem!reader unless requested, I’ll try to keep actual descriptors (eg: weight, height, size of breasts, colour of skin/eyes/hair, age etc) to a minimum so it can suit as many people as possible. Some things will be assumed, like if I’m writing about a really tall character, I might mention their height and how they make you feel small etc, so if that doesn’t apply then I’m sorry.

My requests are open!! You can request pretty much anything for any character. If it’s not on my list feel free to ask anyway, if I know the character/show well enough then I am more than happy to oblige!!

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MASTERLIST

(WIP)

Blog Info

Introduction

Blog rules

NSFW Alphabets

Hannibal Lecter (TSOTL/ 2001 Hannibal)

Characters

Hannibal Lecter (TSOTL/ 2001 Hannibal)

Fandom Masterlists (WIP)

(Fandoms I want to write for/take requests from)

The Hunger Games

Star Wars

A Song of Ice and Fire

Harry Potter

The Silence of the Lambs

Hannibal

The Walking Dead

Criminal Minds

The Mentalist

Dexter

Jurassic Park

Sherlock

Twilight

Doctor Who

Alien

The Princess Bride

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Hannibal Lecter NSFW Alphabet

18+ MDNI

Pairing: Hannibal Lecter x fem!reader

Warnings: smut (obvi), bdsm, toxic/manipulative relationships, implied age gap, references to breeding kinks/knife play/sensory deprivation etc

Note: this is about the Anthony Hopkins/Silence of the Lambs/Hannibal (2001) version of Hannibal, bc he's so underrated!! Though I do plan to do the Mads version at some point.

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

He may seem cold (ok tbf he is cold) but he's surprisingly good with aftercare. He always makes to get you cleaned up and comfortable; partly because he cares for you, partly because he's a neat freak who hates mess. At the end of the day, he's a psychopathic cannibal, tender emotions aren't expressed easily. This does mean that sometimes he'll treat you to expensive dinners and fine dresses after a particularly intense session, when what you need is to be held and told you're safe and loved. He'll get there eventually.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Let's be honest, tits. Hannibal has some unresolved issues (to say the least) and I can't pretend that he likes boobs because he's just a tit man rather than an ass man, it definitely goes deeper than that for him. He could spend hours caressing, kissing, biting, and sucking on your breasts. It's rare that there's a day where your chest isn't dotted with marks and hickeys.

As for him, he doesn't really think about himself in that sense. He loves his intellect and mind above anything physical. But maybe he'd like his mouth best, just because of what he can do with it: spin verbal webs of riddles and charms; kiss every inch of your body (paying special attention to your breasts); make you cum on his tongue; eat his favourite... foods.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Hannibal tastes great care in his diet. His cum tastes great, you're lucky if he finishes in your mouth though, as he generally prefers to cum on your chest. He loves the way you looks with your tits dripping with his seed, spreading it around so you're all nice and wet. He rarely cums inside you as he doesn't like wearing condoms (sex is all about deep connection to him, as well as pleasure) but also doesn't want to risk you getting pregnant. As much as he would LOVE seeing you swell with his child and raising a very unconventional family together- he knows your lifestyle isn't fit for children, and he wouldn't want to change a thing.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He loves kissing you after finishing in your mouth, he loves being able to taste himself on your tongue and make mental notes of the way he tastes. It's partly because he appreciates the way his diet impacts this aspect of him, but deep down it's because it's the closest he can get to cannibalising himself. (He feels the same way about the way you taste. He purposely feeds you foods known to make your cum taste good. And being the cannibal he is, he of course wants to get as close to eating you as possible without harming you.)

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Hannibal isn't what you'd call a relationship person, but he is so so good at what he does. He is charming as fuck and could talk the pants off anyone, and has done many times throughout his life. Let's just say he knows what he's doing and there hasn't been a single time where he hasn't left you trembling from the strength of at least one orgasm.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

He does like to experiment with positions, but his favourite is missionary. It may sound boring, but it is NEVER boring with Hannibal. He loves the control and access it grants him to your face, neck, hair, eyes, chest etc etc. it's arguably the most intimate position.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He's generally serious, though if anything awkward or funny or cute happens he responds in his usual dry sarcastic way. "tsk tsk tsk, dear oh dear, we can't be having that now, can we?" etc

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

With the amount of money this guy spends on soaps and perfumes and such, I can't imagine him not being well groomed how there. He doesn't shave completely because he thinks that's just odd, he manscapes. He doesn't mind what you do to your pubic hair, he expects to you to clean in every aspect of life. This guy is old, he has absolutely no issue with pubic hair.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

I would say he's romantic adjacent. Your lifestyle is what most people would consider romantic: Expensive dinner dates, fancy wines and candles on the balcony, walking arm in arm at the opera. But when it comes to sex, he is possessive. Not just physically, but emotionally. Sex for Hannibal is all about getting inside your head and showing you that only he could give you such pleasure. Sex is usually slow and sensual, all about your senses. Even during BDSM scenes, he has a way of making intense pain incredibly seductive and pleasurable. Mans takes his time with everything, he will not be rushed.

J = Jack off��(masturbation headcanon)

Hannibal has incredible self control. He views masturbation as a natural part of human behaviour, but does it as a form of stress relief. His idea of self pleasure is a lot less overt, he takes pleasure in the smallest things like the smell of you, or even just the idea of your hands having been on the steering wheel (that scene in Hannibal 2001, anyone?)

He does however love watching you masturbate in front of him. You are definitely sexually satisfied in your relationships so rarely feel the need to take matters into your own hands, but sometimes you will lay on the bed writhing and moaning touching yourself because you know Hannibal is secretly watching you from the doorway.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

oh boy where do I start? Breeding (theoretically), lactation, bondage, sensory deprivation, orgasm denial, over stimulation, spanking, marking, knife play, food play. Anything that involves him having complete and utter control of you. Nothing is off limits (except scat)

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

I feel like Hannibal prefers to do things in the bedroom. It’s where he can be in complete and utter control of the situation. I don’t think he’s an exhibitionist by any means, he’d few that as being vulgar and rude. Anything sexual in public would be entirely psychological: a small touch of the arm, suggestive glances, manipulative comments. No one else would be able to know what was going on, but he’d have you rubbing your thighs together under the table just desperate to get back to your place.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Any display of your inner world, a glimpse of your psyche will have him wanting to penetrate it further. Yk how stabbing is viewed as a form of sex (shows will often say how a stabber is making up for their sexual inability), it’s like that but with psychoanalysis. All he wants to do is explore you in the most deep and intimate way possible.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Genuinely not sure if he has any hard limits, since he’s a convinced serial killer, but he wouldn’t cause you any life threatening harm. He is a manipulative bastard, he would be able to convince you to do some pretty extreme things. He’s an ex surgeon, so any harm he inflicts is tenderly and expertly patched up. The only hard-no I think he’d have is scat, bro has an insanely good sense of smell and besides it’s just gross and dirty. So hell no.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

MUNCHHHHHHH. Ahem, excuse me. Yeah this man EATS like his life depends on it. He will spend literal hours with his head between your legs. He spends his time trying to identify the features of your diet in your taste, giving you so many orgasms you think you might pass out. It’s a transcendental experience for the both of you. He doesn’t mind receiving, but not as a quick blow job, he only does it as a power play.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Slow and sensual all the way. To the point you’re begging him to speed up because it’s actually torture. If you piss him off, he goes even slower. It’s very rare that he goes fast and rough, but damn is it just as good when he does.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Absolutely not. He doesn’t see the point at all.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Hannibal is built off calculated risks, he is a sneaky bastard. He won’t do anything that could get him found out and sent back to prison, but he has an arsenal of fake identities and resources that he can use if he ever goes too far and needs to move you both.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He’s quite old, and so the actual p in v penetration lasts a reasonable amount of time, but sex with him is an all day event. Sometimes when you’re blind folded you’re convinced it has actually been days since you started, and yet simultaneously no time at all. He is insanely patient, he was in a cell with no entertainment for years, he can make you wait as long as he wants.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

So many. He has a dedicated chest for them, something fancy and antique. He is very secure in his abilities and masculinity, it doesn’t intimidate him to make you cum using a vibrator or a dildo. He also has an arsenal of satin ropes, blindfolds, paddles etc. anything you could possibly think of.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Too much if anything. He views you as a specimen he’s experimenting on, he’s like a kid pulling the legs off an ant to watch it squirm. He wants you to react, so he’s not above teasing the shit out of you.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Scarily silent when you’re blindfolded or out of your line of sight. He loves you not knowing where he’s gonna pop up from or where he’s gonna touch you. During sex itself, he is still on the quiet side. He grunts and lets out a deep moan occasionally. But mainly he’s a talker, he’s always explaining things in that smooth deep voice of it. Everything he does is design to add to the psychological experience, sometimes he’ll talk about the most random things (like philosophy or history) whilst giving you a mind bending orgasm, other times he’ll be talking you through it: telling you want to do, to tell him what you’re feeling/thinking, praising you for doing well.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He has a whole area of his mind palace dedicated to you. He’s mapped out everything he’s learned about you, physically and mentally. It’s so vivid that he can actually feel your skin, he also spends his spare time drawing pictures of you (nude and not nude) solely from memory.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

I think he’s probably quite average, between 5-6” and boy oh boy does he know how to use it. It’s girthy too, stretching you out every time you fuck.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

This is a complicated one, because he’s not conventionally super high sex drive-d like a regular man would be. He’s not a horny guy, horny doesn’t seem the right word. His self control is so great that he’s never overcome with need for sex in that sense, he’s always in control. Always. But his desire for you is on such an intrinsic level that everything you do is arousing to him. In case you couldn’t tell by this point, sex for Hannibal is all about intimacy and possessing you to the fullest level possible, not his own ability to get off.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

You always fall asleep first, Hannibal usually stroking your hair or caressing your skin. He always seems to be the last asleep and first awake. I’m not sure he does sleep tbh, I can’t picture it. He just sort of logs out 💀

A/N: ok there we go!! My first ever tumblr post. I still have no idea how to use this app icl. I mainly witnessed peak tumblr through instagram and Pinterest lol. Any tips are greatly appreciated!! This post also took like 6 months to make bc I kept forgetting about it 💔

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Smut Alphabet with Peeta Mellark

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✩ Warnings: mentions of overstimulation, dirty talk, praise kink, sex toys, male receiving and gender-neutral receiving oral sex, and marking/biting, gender-neutral reader, events are set before the 74th hunger games ✩

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Aftercare

Peeta is the best at aftercare hands down. He has a mini-fridge full of snacks, juice boxes, and water bottles for after. A jar of your favorite scented lotion is already being warmed up for you on a mug warmer on the nightstand. Peeta gathers you up in his arms and carries you to the bathroom, drawing up a warm bath. Afterward, he wraps you up in a fluffy towel, toweling you off and drying your hair.

If you’re too tired for a full-on bath, Peeta will clean you up with a warm washcloth and lotion you up while you’re still in bed. Don’t worry about falling asleep; he takes it as a compliment that you feel comfortable enough to sleep around him while he takes care of you.

Body Part

His favorite part of your body is your eyes. He loves to stare into them, no matter what it is he’s doing. Peeta holds your face in his hands, thumbs stroking your cheekbones as he loses himself in your eyes. He loves your face in general, he can’t help but ogle at how beautiful you are.

Peeta’s favorite part of his own body has to be his hands. All of his talents come out through them, leaving thick callouses on his palms. Peeta will spend hours on cake designs, giving him a steady hand for other activities as well. His wrists are thick with corded muscle too; the veins along his forearm becoming incredibly defined when he flexes. Peeta is very detail-oriented, so his deft, nimble fingers come in handy quite often.

Cum

He will always wear a condom when he has sex with you, regardless of whether you’re able to have children or not. Taking into account the limited amount of alone time you two have together, using a condom is not only safer, but it’s also more practical as well.

But, in a perfect world, Peeta would love to cum all over your tummy. His hands pressed gently against your stomach right under your ribs, his fingers framing your cute belly. It didn’t take long for Peeta’s thrusts to grow erratic, the established rhythm he had set flying right out of the window. Right when he reached his peak, Peeta pulled out and jerked himself off, his orgasm hitting his senses like a freight train. His face was scrunched up with pleasure, eyebrows knitted together as he rode out the intense shock waves.

Covering you in his cum stirred something inside Peeta that he just can’t ignore.

Dirty Secret

Peeta’s dirty little secret is that he has a possessive streak, especially when it comes to you. He isn’t toxic about it, but he’ll get jealous when he sees another man talking to you for too long for his own comfort. If he’s able to, Peeta will leave dark hickeys along both columns of your neck, or he’ll kiss all over your face in a crowded area. He hates it when he catches other guys checking you out at the market; it makes his blood boil.

Experience

Peeta has had little to no experience at all when it comes to dating, relationships, let alone sex. This poor boy barely gets enough hugs to function every day. So when you two start dating, he has absolutely no idea what he’s doing. The first time you hold his hand, he blushes so hard you’d think he was holding his breath. Spoiler alert: he was.

Favorite Position

He doesn’t have a big preference on position; as long as he gets to see your face, he’s happy. Sure, he likes hitting it from the back like any guy but seeing your face contort and scrunch in pleasure really gets him going. Peeta loves to watch his cock slide in and out of you, smirking at the slutty noises you make. More often than not, Peeta chooses to lay flat on top of you, his deep thrusts making you shiver and drag your nails down his back.

Goofy

Peeta really isn’t the biggest fan of serious sex, with long, drawn-out scenes that leave very few opportunities for some lightheartedness. He likes to smile and make you laugh, even when he’s balls deep inside of you <3

Hair

Since he’s rather inexperienced, Peeta never thought twice about doing anything with his hair down there. If you don’t have a problem with a bush, then he’ll keep it how it is. But if you find it a bit unruly, Peeta’ll trim it up for you without a second thought. He won’t be completely shaven, but it will definitely be a lot shorter and neater than it was originally.

Intimacy

If you think his aftercare is romantic, you’ll be blown away during the actual sex part. His main priority is to make you feel good, which he does a hundred times over. Peeta loves to make you feel like you’re the sexiest human on Earth, which he does a good job of doing. He’ll decorate the bed with rose petals and vanilla-scented incense, and that’s just a normal day! Imagine what he’ll do for an important day, like Valentine's Day or your anniversary.

Jack Off

Peeta doesn’t have that high of a sex drive, to be honest. Before he met you, he’d jerk off maybe twice every other week. But now that he has you, he has a higher sex drive by a lot. You’ll go maybe two days without touching him like that, and he starts to get needy and antsy for some relief. When he gets like that, Peeta really enjoys getting blowjobs from you.

Kinks

Peeta isn’t the kinkiest person in the world since he prefers the more vanilla side of sex, but he does have his fair share of kinks. He really has a thing for dirty talk mixed with praise and biting. When he’s close to cumming, his hands move down to your waist and pin it to the mattress to keep you from wiggling around too much. Peeta grunts and moans into your ear as his orgasm gets closer and closer. He’ll bite at the shell of your ear and leave hickeys down the column of your throat.

Location

His favorite location is the bedroom or the couch. It gives him the maximum amount of romantic potential. That, and he doesn’t like public sex or semi-public sex, so he wouldn’t want to risk being caught by anyone. Why not put Peeta’s insanely comfortable bed to good use?

Motivation

Peeta thinks it’s really fucking hot when you’re doing things you love/things you’re passionate about. He sees you doing something in the living room, and he falls even more in love with you than he already is. He’ll come up from behind you and wrap his arms around your waist, pressing his chest against your back. He presses soft kisses to your ear and cheek as his thumbs rub circles into your skin.

No

He’s open to most things, but he refuses to do anything that could possibly hurt you. He physically cannot do it. One time, you started crying about how good it felt, and Peeta stopped everything because he thought he was hurting you. He resumed after you explained to him that they were happy tears, but it didn’t make Peeta like the sight of you crying underneath him.

Oral

Oral is one of Peeta’s favorite parts of sex. He loves it when you go down on him; it makes him feel overwhelmed in the best possible way. Peeta’s size is nothing to sneeze at, however. He’s slightly above average in length, but he more than makes up for it in girth. This man is thick. The first couple of times you take him in your mouth, you have to use your hands since you can’t take him all the way yet. Once you grow more comfortable, Peeta holds onto your hair like a handle; but won’t forcefully bob your head if you don’t want him to.

When it’s Peeta’s turn to go down on you, honey, you better have nothing to do for the rest of the day because this man can give oral for literal hours. It doesn’t matter what he was in the middle of doing; if you offer, he’ll drop everything to drag you to the bedroom. Peeta will hold down your hips and force you to cum on his face or down his throat over and over again.

Pace

Peeta enjoys soft, slow, gentle sex the most, but when he’s close to cumming, his thrusts will turn hard and punishing. He asks you if you’re okay for what feels like a thousand times, but he just has to make sure you’re enjoying it all the way through. Peeta will be asking you how you’re enjoying; you’re having trouble responding because of how good you’re feeling.

Quickie

If you want to blow him before work, he’s not gonna say no. But a quick round of sex? Not his thing. If Peeta’s gonna fuck you, he’s gonna do it right. And to do it right, he’ll need a good couple of hours.

Risk

Peeta is not a fan of risky sex, so no fucking in a broom closet for this guy. He’ll experiment with some things in the comfort and privacy of his home, but nothing will be able to convince him to do anything of the sort somewhere that could land him in a lot of trouble.

Stamina

This man has enough stamina for three men; it’s fucking insane. He can last for hours. Sometimes, one round for him could last a minimum of an hour and a half. You best be ready, ‘cause Peeta will leave you good and melted by the time he’s done with you. You’ll be a shaking, moaning mess underneath him, causing him to stroke your cheekbone and coo at you, condescendingly asking, “Is my baby alright, hm? Did I break you?”

Toys

You’ll have to be the one to ask him to use toys on you, but once he understands what exactly you want to do, he’ll be all for it. He really likes to overstimulate you with a vibrator. Seeing you squirm and moan and beg to cum gets him rock hard and leaking in a millisecond.

Unfair

Peeta really enjoys teasing you, but he’ll do it during sex rather than doing it during foreplay. He doesn’t like to hold sex from you until you beg; it seems cruel to him. And seeing you gasp and whimper as you try to respond to his teasing while he’s balls deep inside of you is much better, in his opinion.

Volume

He isn’t loud, but he isn’t quiet, either. He’ll get louder when he’s about to cum, though. Peeta is really more chatty than anything. He likes to talk while he makes love to you. Granted, you’re usually too busy moaning to respond, but he’ll talk to you regardless. His incessant chatter is somewhat of a turn-on, surprisingly enough. Peeta will be mumbling in your ear about how good you feel, how tight you are, so just hearing it will make sparks of pleasure shoot up your spine.

Wild Card

Being an artist, Peeta strives to be able to paint all sorts of things. Still lifes, plants, animals, you name it. So it didn’t come to much surprise when he asks to paint you one day, but there was a catch. Peeta wanted to paint you naked. It’s not like he hasn’t seen you naked before, so you let him. Let’s just say there’s more than one painting of you naked in the house. Peeta says that these paintings are his favorite out of everything he’s ever painted. He calls the collection “My Sun and Stars”

X-Ray

Peeta’s size is nothing to sneeze at. He’s slightly above average, around 6 ½ inches in length, maybe 7 depending on how hard he is. (Around 16.5 and 17.7 centimetres). But where Peeta really excels is in his girth. This man is a fucking monster. When he’s hard, his cock can easily be 5 inches around. You don’t know what you got yourself into, but you definitely won’t be coming out of it walking, that’s for sure. (Around 12.7 cm).

Yearning

Even with the higher sex drive he has after you two started dating, Peeta knows how to control it. He enjoys his quiet date nights at home with you, so he won’t let a boner get in the way of that. You two have a healthy sex life; he doesn’t need to pound you into the mattress every night. Sometimes, dinner, a movie, and a board game are enough to fill that yearning inside of him.

Zzzz

Peeta doesn’t fall asleep that quickly after sex. He has to make sure you’re well taken care of before he can even think of falling asleep. Before he can crawl under the covers, he has to complete a personal checklist of aftercare activities which include: getting two bottles of water, a healthy snack if you’re hungry, cleaning you up (then himself after), changing the sheets if needed, rub lotion into anything that’s sore on you, and last but not least, turn off all of the lights. After they’re all done, he crawls into bed with you to either watch an episode or two of TV with you or fall right asleep.