#kylo ren and his pup

[thedarkcoven]

*arrives back from a stressful trip across the galaxy. Hears your voice in the distance and turns to see you standing at the end of the hall and yells out for you*

APPRENTICE!!!!!!.....HERE!.....NOW!.....I have had a HORRIBLE day and need to let off stress!

*I swallow and hurry over to Kylo*

Yes, Master? *I ask looking down, not daring looking up at him*

[jinx-xxed]

Feral Desires

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A/N; This feels like a crazy jump from my first smut I posted lmfao 🫡 it was also crazy writing this, I haven’t written omegaverse in forever despite it being a favorite

Summary; You’re on a mission for the First Order, well away from your alpha, which means it’s the perfect time for your heat to start out of nowhere.

Content; NSFW 18+, AFAB reader, omegaverse, omega reader, alpha Kylo Ren, mated to Kylo, heats, ruts, nesting, fingering, piv sex, knotting, biting/marking, scent marking, breeding kink, A LOT of breeding kink, protective and possessive Kylo, also very loving Kylo, tiny bit of size difference kink, conservative views on omegas (mostly pertaining to suppressants), omegaverse terms (kids referred to as pups), fluff

Wc; 6.4k

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You thought it would be fine.

It should’ve been fine.

This wasn’t supposed to happen, gods, this was not supposed to happen.

Your heat was not supposed to start a month early right when you leave on a mission.

Everything had seemed okay at first; you gathered your troops after getting your assignment—investigate an uninhabited jungle planet’s surface and find out what the First Order could gleam from it. You had bid farewell to Kylo Ren, the Supreme Leader and also your mate. Through your bond both in the Force and in the bite mark on your neck, you could tell how apprehensive he was to let you go. It had taken some convincing, but he’d allowed it. If he wasn’t swamped in a million other responsibilities that come with his new position, he would’ve joined you.

The trip to the planet had gone without a hitch, and everything had seemed like it was in perfect order. You were the first to step foot on the surface once your ships’ doors had opened with a hiss of depressurized air. It was quite beautiful when you took it all in; covered in lush vegetation and impossibly tall trees covered in moss, a few of which your ships had unfortunately crushed on their way down. Sensors indicated that the air was nontoxic and clean so you had gladly taken a deep breath. Smells came stronger to you with your aberrant status, meaning you could practically taste the planet on your tongue. It was damp and full of the smell of wet leaves and bark, along with the reek of wild animals you didn’t know the names of. Said animals were calling through the trees in chirps and barks. It was quite nice.

Stormtroopers fanned out, beginning to take notes of anything that seemed of importance or interest. You and your lieutenant, a beta named Mallory who’d been by your side for many years, were in charge of placing down beacons and sensors that would give you every piece of data you’d need. It’d tell you what’s beneath the planets surface like ores and minerals and what kind of regeneration systems it had. It’d be a slow process; taking scans of an entire, huge planets surface wasn’t the easiest thing in the world. That’s why you were given a weeks timeline for this mission. Easy enough.

Until you’d gotten a prickling on the back of your neck, until an odd amount of sweat started to build at your collar, until you could barely hold on to your data pad because of how slippery your palms had become. You’d tried to ignore it, tried to ignore those telltale signs because surely your heat wouldn’t be starting now? Surely it wouldn’t have been catapulted forward a month because your body got confused by you leaving your alpha and was doing what it needed to in order to bring him back?

“General? Are you alright?” Mallory asks you.

You realize you’d been standing there looking at your data pad like an idiot while warmth and sweat builds beneath your uniform. You look up and try to blink the haze out of your vision. Suddenly all those smells from before are so overwhelming. “I think I need to go back to the ship.” You mutter. You’re not stupid, you do realize it’d be irresponsible to try and ignore this. Hell, you can’t even get yourself to take a step forward when all you want to do is go back to your ship where the scents are familiar.

Mallory tenses, noticing the flush in your face and the way your demeanor is so off. She may be a beta but she’s still able to recognize the onset of a heat, especially yours after being your lieutenant for so long. That’s why she goes with you everywhere, to keep an eye on you. She’s perfect for times like these. “Okay. Let’s go, quickly.” She says, a gentle hand on your arm guiding you back the way you came.

She says commands through a radio while you walk, instructing the next in charge—a fresh-face captain—to continue the observations so they can at least get something out of this. You feel guilt pierce through your roiling stomach, cursing yourself over and over for not being able to see a very simple mission to completion. It’s embarrassing. It makes you wish you were able to take your damn suppressants again.

You haven’t taken them for about three years, ever since you became mated to Kylo. As soon as that happened, all of your suppressants were tossed and every medic on the Steadfast was strictly forbidden to give you any. If any were discovered, you knew exactly what price they’d have to pay. Before all that, you’d taken them regularly to give you some peace aboard the ship and keep your position as general safe. People were more willing to trust you with things if your omega status was… muted. It was easier to ignore.

The only reason you really got to keep your job was because you were damn good at it and you kept being an omega from getting in the way, so nobody cared. It was simple. Then Kylo came along, discovered you were Force sensitive, began to train you, and you fell for him hard. You ended up becoming his mate, his teeth laying claim to the skin where your neck meets your shoulder, right where your scent gland starts. He bears a similar mark from your own teeth. He was gracious enough to let you remain as a general, even if every primal instinct he has tells him to keep you away from your job because it’s dangerous. All because he knew how upset it’d make you if he took it away, and because you’re actually competent.

However, it puts you in situations like this where you’re trying to fight off an oncoming heat while you’re on an unknown planet in an unknown space and your alpha is a galaxy away from you. You’ve learned that your status as an omega comes before your position as a general.

Mallory gets you back on to your ship that’s specifically assigned to only you two for your own safety. Never before have you been so grateful for that. She heads towards the cockpit immediately, taking her seat in the pilots chair and flipping switches. You slink towards the back of the ship, craving an enclosed space and cold air. Your heat hasn’t hit you full force yet, but you know it’s a matter of hours. You know it’s a matter of hours until your brain is pure incomprehensible mush, until your body is on fire, and until there’s a need inside so deep that it consumes your entire being and only one man can satisfy it.

It always starts out slow, with everything feeling just a bit too sensitive and your temperature rising. Then you feel it in every gland you have, a slight throb to them as your scent changes and pheromone production skyrockets. You get sweaty and those stiff uniforms the First Order requires feel like they’re boiling you alive—hence why you’re removing your jacket now. Next is the nesting, creating your own little safe space where nothing can hurt you and it’s only for you and your alpha.

It’s extremely difficult in a sterile, empty ship. You can feel your omega start to panic as it realizes there’s nothing to nest with besides your own jacket and a thin, scratchy blanket from an emergency kit in the ship. Nothing with Kylo’s scent, nothing to keep your alpha close, nothing safe, it’s not safe, oh gods-

You whine low and sad in the back of your throat as you hopelessly try and try and try to rearrange your two items into something satisfactory in your little corner. It doesn’t work of course. It only serves to send you into more of a frenzy, wishing for anything else, wishing you were back on the Steadfast, back in you and Kylo’s shared rooms where you could make as big a nest as you want with his full closet at your disposal. Comfy sheets, pillows, big capes covered in his scent… thinking about it is not helping.

The ship rumbles to life beneath you and you can feel its vibrations from how your body is pressed against the floor. The cold metal helps to keep the fever raging through you at bay. You’re curled in on yourself, your hands at your neck massaging your aching glands and the bite mark that resides there. It does little to soothe your pain but it’s all you have. You faintly hear Mallory talking, though it’s drowned out by the buzzing in your head. Until a familiar, deep voice crackles through the ships comms and has you sitting up immediately, your attention laser-focused.

“I want her back on the Steadfast immediately.” Kylo says. He sounds angry, livid perhaps. It’s enough to make you feel the need to submit despite the fact he’s not even mad at you. Hearing him does something to your bond akin to reigniting it across the distance between the two of you. It gives you the smallest bit of a connection to cling on to and you wrap yourself in it, enjoying it while it lasts. You can feel his emotions, his need for you like you need him. He’s angry he isn’t there, that he can’t provide for his omega like a good alpha should. He’s irrationally scared too—scared that something might happen to you, that some other alpha might try to get to you. He’s like a ticking time bomb, ready to go off on anyone he deems fit.

“Yes, sir, I understand.” Mallory says. She looks over at one of the monitors, pressing a few controls on the screen. “Based on what fuel remains and if I avoid active fuel preservation, it should take about five standard hours to reach your coordinates.”

Five hours. By the time you reach the Steadfast, you’ll be well intro the throes of your heat, accelerated by the fact Kylo isn’t there to help you. You haven’t had a heat without your mate for a long time and your body is not happy about it. A wave of depression and anxiety washes over you, your fingers digging into the blanket and threatening to rip it.

Kylo can sense that, sense how panicked and upset you are and it only makes his rage grow. He knows he can’t do anything about the length of your return trip and it makes him feel useless, like a sorry excuse of an alpha. You almost feel bad for the staff back on the Steadfast. “If anything happens to her, I’ll have your fucking neck.” He snaps, voice crackling through the comms.

Mallory takes the threat with neutrality. It’s nothing new to her. “Yes, sir. You have my word that I’ll keep her safe.”

Kylo calls your name suddenly and it has you stumbling to your feet and towards the radio. You grasp at the back of Mallory’s chair to keep you stable. “Alpha?” You ask, voice unable to hide your desperation.

“I’m sorry this happened. It’ll be better soon.” Kylo promises, his tone softening just a bit when he talks with you. “Be good in the meantime.”

You nod even though he can’t see it. “I will, alpha.” You’d do anything he asks.

With that, the radio clicks off and he’s gone. It felt like the only support keeping you upright was just ripped away from you, his presence in your bond fleeing and leaving you with nothing. It made your chest constrict and heat lick down your back, everything seeming to spin. Mallory rises from her chair after putting the ship on autopilot. “Go lay back down. I don’t want you to collapse.” She says. “And take these.” She hands you two bottles of water that were brought along in case of emergencies. You’re going to need them more than anything with how much fluid you lose during your heat. You down one of the bottles immediately.

You obediently take the other back to your “nest”, spending another ten minutes trying to rearrange your blanket and jacket. You eventually just give up and flop down with your knees tucked up to your chest, trying to ignore the ache across the entirety of your body. Your thoughts are still coherent at least, though you can feel them steadily slipping away. Your omega just wants Kylo, wants him more than anything. Wants his scent, his strong arms, his lips on your gland, his knot.

There it is. You whimper, your nails digging into your palms hard enough to draw blood as you feel the first trickle of slick seep into your underwear. Your breath comes out in pants that fog the metal paneling under you, your face feeling like it’s on fire. You writhe on your blanket, distracting yourself with movement and trying to find any kind of position that provides relief. Squeezing your legs together helps a little, putting some pressure on your clit and releasing more slick. You know this pair of underwear is going to be unsalvageable by the time this is over.

You can feel the slick start to stain your pants, creating a wet spot that’ll keep spreading. The ache has moved lower, now settling in your stomach and making you nauseous. Its comes in waves of cramps and hot flashes and gushing slick, creating a combination that feels like actual hell. You know that that’s how it’ll stay with the intensity increasing as the hours pass without your alpha inside you. You wish so badly you could just sleep the time away, close your eyes and open them again to Kylo there to take care of you. But you don’t feel safe enough to fall asleep. Your nest is shit, the ship is too unfamiliar, and you’re right at the beginning of your heat when you’re most vulnerable without your alpha who’s supposed to protect you.

These next five hours are about to be the longest of your life.

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Time passes in a haze.

A haze full of desperation, need, fire raging in your blood, and slick coating your thighs. Your vision is blurred, like a film was put over your eyes. You try to focus on the feeling of the ship underneath you instead of… anything else. The state of being in heat is all you know now, you don’t even remember what it’s like to not be making a drooling mess of yourself over the thought of your alpha’s cock sinking into your aching cunt.

Mallory has been trying to ignore you the whole time for her own sanity; your whines, moans, panting, and the desperate whispers of Kylo’s name passing between your lips. She’s stayed well away in the safety of the cockpit, focusing on just getting you both back to the Steadfast. Even though she’s a beta and has no specific inclinations, she can still feel the headiness in the air, sticking to the back of her neck and making her skin prickle. This isn’t anything particularly new to her, she’s been by your side for years. She knows what it means to be an omega.

That’s why she’s glad when a final jump through lightspeed sends her sensors beeping and the massive hulk that is the Steadfast appears at the top of the viewport. She keeps her hands from shaking by gripping the controls of the ship, guiding it towards home base. She has no reason to be afraid really, Kylo Ren wouldn’t do anything to her without reason after she’s proved to be so faithful, and he’ll be too focused on you anyway. Still, she can’t help the little kernel of fear in her chest as your ship is latched onto by a gravitational beam and power is taken out of her control.

All of the commotion breaks you from your stupor. You prop yourself up weakly on your elbows, your jacket and blanket soaked in slick in a heap under you from all your twisting and turning. Your face is flushed like the rest of your body, your remaining clothes stuck to your skin because of the sweat. From your place on the floor you can just barely see through the viewport, watching as the ship pulls into one of the hangars. You can sense him now. He’s so close. It’s too bad your legs are too weak to support you, otherwise you’d use them to run out of the ship to greet him.

You feel the ship shake as it settles on the ground and you hear the sounds of it powering down. Mallory rises from her chair to get to the ramp controls, a hiss of depressurized air sounding as it lowers. She steps aside and bows her head as he enters. Finally.

Kylo instantly commands the entire space around him as soon as he comes aboard the ship. It’s like everything else around him fades away because nothing else matters. His black robes do a perfect job of outlining the muscles beneath them, his fractured helmet covering his face and making him look akin to death itself. He locks onto you, you can feel it, and instantly there’s a whine coming out of your throat. Your mate is here, your alpha is here after you had to wait for so long. Your excitement is like a buzzing that encompasses your mind to the point you can’t think about anything else.

And then his scent hits you. It’s musky and heavy, amplified by his rut that was triggered by his omega’s heat. He smells like a campfire in fall, smoky and laced with something like cinnamon. When you inhale it, it’s easy to imagine being in the forests of his home planet with a nice fire to keep you warm. There’s undertones of your own scent mixed in from your mating, creating a nice combination of the two to let anyone know that you belong to one another. His scent instantly becomes the only thing you know and starts your heat all over again, fresh waves of slick pouring from your cunt and cramps seizing your stomach.

Kylo smells it, it slams into him like a freight ship, sending him reeling. He resists every feral instinct in him telling him to pounce on you right then, to pin you down and fuck your heat away, to finally take care of the constant bulge in his pants, knowing that he needs to get you somewhere safe first. Somewhere other alphas won’t be tempted by you, even if you’re mated. His scent on you sometimes isn’t enough to deter the most depraved; his hands clench into fists at the thought, the leather of his gloves creaking.

“Alpha… please..” you whimper, reaching your arms out towards him, needing so badly just to feel him, to touch him. You can barely think straight, the only thing in your head being him, him, him. He can’t deny you anything. The metal panels beneath his boots thunder with the power of his steps, it makes you quiver. Alpha is so strong, so capable.

“I know. I’m here now.” He says as he scoops you easily into his arms, voice crackling through the modifier in his helmet. It sends pleasant shivers down your spine. You can hear how ragged his breathing is, can feel it when his chest is pressed against your cheek. You cling to his padded tunic, the material familiar and comforting beneath your fingers. You become surrounded by his scent and it brings some relief to the pain you’ve been feeling, putting your omega at ease with your alpha finally with you.

You shrink yourself as much as possible in his hold as he walks down the ramp of the ship, your face buried against his arm. There’s a spike of anxiety in your chest once the bright lights and all the different smells of the Steadfast reach you; the sharp metal tang, the hints of sterile cleaning products, and then the sweat and musk of every aberrant in that hangar. It’s overwhelming when you’re fresh into your heat, but Kylo is quick to soothe you. His body produces more of his own scent to mask everything else, pheromones changing ever so slightly to have a more calming effect on you. He’s still not entirely used to the way everything about him is so tailored to you and only you even after all this time, but he loves the pride he feels when he successfully gets you to relax.

All of the workers within the hangar stay well away from Kylo. Nobody is stupid enough to approach the Supreme Leader and his mate with the state you’re in. It would only end up getting their heads detached from their shoulders. He’s given a wide berth while walking through the halls of the ship, taking whatever shortcuts he can to reach your shared rooms faster. Everything feels so hot, your breath coming out in pants and your clothes so unbearable because of the way they’ve been drenched in your fluids. You’re whimpering in his arms, sounding so sad and pathetic as your fingers knead into his chest. “I know,” he says again, softer this time, “I’ll make it better.”

There’s the beep of a control panel as Kylo gets the hydraulic doors to your rooms open, bringing you inside and letting them bang shut behind him. You’re greeted with fresh, cold air against your burning skin and comforting familiarity—your safe space. Kylo goes to set you down and you nearly wail at the thought of losing contact, not able to bear it after being without him for too long. “Just one second, I promise.” He tells you, laying a large hand against your cheek, the leather warm from the heat of his palms. You listen to your alpha like the good omega you are, standing there squeezing your legs together while he removes his helmet. His beauty always manages to enrapture you. His sharp features and pale skin dotted with freckles, the black waves of his hair that fall around his face. There’s a slight flush to his cheeks, his pupils blown wide with desire. He carelessly puts his helmet aside.

Then he’s on you. His lips press against yours, hot and needy and wet, his hands coming up to grasp each side of your face. You can’t help but moan into his mouth, your arousal spiking even higher from the urgency in his kiss. You’re surprised you can even produce more slick with how much you’re already covered in but you feel another wave of it drip down your thighs anyway. His tongue licks against your teeth, exploring your mouth that you’ve willingly opened for him.

His hands are heavy weights on your hips. He moves them down to cup your ass, then lifting you easily so your legs are wrapped around his middle. His raging erection presses slightly against your aching cunt and you gasp sharply as a shiver shoots up your spine, causing you to break from your kiss. You can’t help but try to grind down on it, creating a wet spot on his pants from your slick. He groans against you, trying not to drop you from the stimulation.

He’s quick to bring you into the bedroom, kissing you with more fervor. You manage a glance backwards and see just what Kylo’s done to your shared bed. You both barely make it to the haphazard nest he’d made for you in his own desperation, his mind wanting to protect a mate that wasn’t even there and driving himself insane over it. It’s full of dark blankets, pillows, and just about every article of clothing from his closet—soft tunics, capes, undershirts—piled onto the bed so it’s positively drenched in his scent. It’s absolutely heavenly as you fall back into it, surrounded entirely by your alpha. Kylo follows after you, shedding his clothes as he goes and merely adding them onto the nest, the scent of them fresh and potent.

“All for you,” he breathes against you, sticking his face into the crook of your neck, “everything is for you.” He inhales against your gland, tongue darting out to lick sensually at it. You squirm beneath him, moaning openly as your swollen, red gland is finally given attention. His bare hands slip beneath your white tank, pulling it up and over your body, the cold air making your nipples perk up instantly. Your pants and underwear are next to come off and you squeak when your slick becomes chilly against your skin.

“Fuck,” Kylo groans, “smell so good.”

“Alpha,” you whine, wrapping your arms across his wide shoulders to bring him closer, “alpha please…”

The ache and pain you feel is starting to become too much. You need him, you need him to fuck you, to pump you full of his cum and plug you up with his knot. Just the thought of it is enough to make your legs quiver and for your cunt to flutter. He knows exactly what you’re thinking of and he feels the need in himself just as much. He needs to take care of his omega, to make sure you won’t want for anything, and guarantee that you become swollen with his pups. A growl rumbles in his chest, his cock jumping at the idea.

His hand that was on your hip moves lower and he doesn’t hesitate to sink two fingers into your heat. They meet no resistance, sliding in and out with complete ease from the way your body has been preparing yourself for this for the last five hours. You throw your head back, mouth falling open at the relief you feel from finally having something fill you, cunt clenching in appreciation. The sounds your body makes are disgusting, copious amounts of slick being sloshed around by Kylo’s fingers. It’s wet and depraved and nasty and you’re enjoying every moment of it. He uses his thumb against your clit, rubbing back and forth and nearly making you scream. That combined with his mouth altering between the glands on either side of your neck makes it very easy for you to cum. Your body seizes, muscles constricting as pleasure wracks your body.

You can feel part of that fire within you finally die down, but it’s still not enough. There’s still an ache nestled deep inside you that his fingers can’t help with. “Please! Alpha, please, more..” you cry, grabbing at his arm to try and pull him up, to make him give you what you want so badly. You need his cock, the thing red and begging for attention, standing tall against his abdomen and dribbling precum.

His fingers withdraw from the warmth of your cunt and it makes you wince and whimper at the loss, your legs immediately trying to close and rub together in an attempt to get some friction. “What a desperate thing you are.” Kylo mutters, bringing his soaked fingers to his mouth and running his tongue along them to gather your slick. You’ve seen him do this countless times but it still has your face blushing furiously. He hums his delight. “Delicious, as always.”

He gets his hand under your back, scooping you up and flipping you onto your stomach. He tugs you towards him harshly, repositioning you like a doll so your ass is in the air, your face pressed against the materials of the nest. Kylo’s scent overwhelms your nostrils, heady and aroused. A mixture of slick and cum oozes from you, dripping down the lips of your cunt and your clit and onto the bed below. You wiggle your lower half, trying to entice him. “Please… need you..” you say, voice muffled by the pillow you’re currently hiding your face in.

Kylo’s hands run from your breasts, down your sides, and settle on your hips, the rough texture of his callouses making you shiver. “My beautiful mate.” He whispers, enthralled by your body as his eyes trace over it. The head of his cock prods at your entrance and you suck in your breath. You nearly sob as he sinks to the hilt inside your cunt not even a second after, your nails digging into the blankets below you from how full you feel. Kylo stretches you to your limit, getting so deep into you it’s like you can feel him in your stomach. He sighs in relief, his massive body bending over yours so his forehead rests against your shoulder. His chest is so warm against your back, his big muscled arms braced on either side of you. You’re basically caged in and pinned down, completely at his mercy. You couldn’t be happier. Your omega keens at the attention, at your alpha displaying his complete dominance over you.

His first thrust is bliss—sliding out of you almost entirely before slamming back in, his pelvis pressed sharply against your ass. He does it again, and again, getting steadily faster with each one until he’s built up a steady rhythm that has your entire being shaking with the power of it beneath him. Your mouth hangs open, drool falling from your lips, your eyes rolling back into your head. His grunts and groans and rumbles fill your ears, your own moans rising to meet them. He presses his lips against the gland that bears your bite mark, breathing you in again and moaning. “My mate, my mate,” he says reverently along your skin, “fuck- m’gonna fill you so good. You’ll give me pups, won’t you? You’ll make me a strong heir.”

“Yes! Yes, anything!” You wail. To your heat addled mind, nothing sounds better. Nothing sounds better than him filling you so full of his cum that there’s no way you don’t get pregnant. You want him so deep that he gets directly to your womb. You want to satisfy your alpha, you want to show him how obedient you are. Yes, you’ll do whatever he wants.

“My good girl.” Kylo praises, sucking your gland into his mouth and making you scream from the pleasure. It’s so shockingly intimate, warmth blooming in your chest and spreading along your body. He’s always been obsessed with your glands, even before you were mated. Your scent brings him so much comfort, such a feeling of home that he can’t stay away. He has his nose buried in the crook of your neck whenever he can and he it turns him on when he’s able to get his tongue on them. Your scent sticks to the roof of his mouth, it becomes the only thing he knows, the only thing he can taste. He fucking loves it.

“So good, sweetheart.” He gasps, sweat dripping from the ends of his hair. He watches where his cock disappears into your cunt, entranced. “Needed to fuck you so bad..”

If your brain wasn’t pure mush right now, you’d agree with him. But you can’t think with the way his cock is splitting you open, each thrust piercing your cunt and hitting that spot right at the top that seems impossible to reach without him. It makes it feel like lightning is igniting your blood, your vision flashing white. You didn’t realize how hard you were gripping the blankets until his large hand perfectly eclipses yours, his fingers slipping between your own so you hold on to him instead.

You hear his growl by your ear as his thrusts become more erratic, knowing he’s getting close. His free hand reaches under you to your clit, fingers playing with it roughly. He’s going to make sure you go along with him. You jerk from the added stimulation bordering on overstimulation from the constant pounding of his cock and the sensitivity from you already cumming once. Your moans get louder and louder, punctuated by each thrust he gives you, breaking in the middle and becoming more high pitched than usual. Your breath is pushed from your lungs, the pillow beneath you is soaked in drool.

“Mmn, shit-“ Kylo groans. He sounds drunk when he talks, his words slurred by his rut and pleasure. “Gonna give you pups. M’gonna knot you, you’ll be so good. My perfect mate.”

Yes, yes that sounds like everything you could ever want. “Please, please! Please alpha I need you-“ you beg, finally finding some semblance of your voice. “I need your knot!”

Kylo grunts his acknowledgment, his thrusts picking up the pace as he teeters on the edge. Then you feel it. Swelling begins at the base of his cock, steadily getting bigger. His movements are forced to slow along with it, becoming more and more restricted as his knot grows. Just as you feel like he’s stretched you to the brink, he lowers his head and sinks his teeth into your bonding mark. You scream. You scream so loud you wouldn’t be surprised if someone walking by outside your rooms heard you. Your vision is pure white, you feel like you can’t breathe, and you feel such a deep connection to Kylo in that moment that it pushes you over the edge. You cum harshly around his cock and his knot, cunt spasming. He cums at that same moment, hot ropes of his seed coating your walls white and his knot plugging your hole to keep it all in.

Neither of you move for a good minute because quite frankly, you’re not able to. The aftershocks are enough to keep you frozen, simply panting and trying to catch your breath. Your entire body is buzzing with pleasure and it feels like you’re floating in the clouds. Kylo is the one to come-to first, getting his arms under you to flip you both on your sides so that he’s spooning you, chest pressed firmly against your back and his big body practically engulfing you. The movement jostles his knot and makes more cum spurt from his cock and it sounds like he chokes on his breath.

He sighs, kissing the back of your neck before shifting his attention to your bond mark. Kylo’s tongue runs over it soothingly, almost like an apology for biting you. He just felt the primal need in him to refresh the mark, to let anyone else know that you belong to him. With the way you’re absolutely covered head to toe in his scent, you think everyone across the galaxy will know. “You okay?” He murmurs once he’s satisfied.

You nod, even though it feels like too much work. “Mhm.” You’re exhausted. Your heat was completely fucked out of you… for now at least. You know it’ll come back in an hour or two, ready for the same thing all over again. At least your alpha will be with you this time.

“You did so good, sweetheart.” Kylo says, his voice so full of love and adoration for you. He kisses along your jaw to the back of your ear. “My sweet omega.” You love his praise, you love the moments after when he’s so soft and gentle with you. It makes you feel so safe and happy, like you have everything you could ever ask for. And you do, really, because he’s so willing to get you anything, to provide you with everything.

He’s quiet for a moment before kissing your gland again. You can tell something was bothering him. “Never should’ve let you go on that mission.” He mutters, anger biting at his tone. “I should’ve known it was too close.”

“It’s okay. I didn’t expect it either.” You say, taking his hand that had been wrapped around your waist into your own. “It’s fine now.”

“I could feel when you were going into heat,” he continues, burying his face in your neck to remind himself that you’re here, “I could feel it and I wasn’t there… it drove me fucking insane. I needed to get to you.”

You can only imagine how it affected him, sensing you across the galaxy and being so incapable of helping you at all. You get glimpses of those past emotions through your bond; how angry he was, how agitated and scared. He’s far more attuned to the Force than you are, so it was much easier for him to connect to you than it was for you to connect to him. He had to just stand back while you suffered.

“Kylo, it’s okay.” You murmur again, bringing the back of his hand to your lips to break him from his thoughts. “I’m here now. You took care of me so well. You built such a good nest.”

That seems to calm him down. “I did? I just threw what I could on to the bed.”

You nod. “It’s far better than what I had in that ship.” You nuzzle into the soft materials. “Good for pups.” Just the mention has his cock throbbing inside you and pushing out more cum, as if making sure that that actually happens. You both groan.

Once he’s done, you sigh contentedly and look around. “Though… maybe just a few things could be fixed.” You say, reaching out to fix said things as you do. They’d been bothering that primal part of you that enjoys the nesting for a while. A pillow was just a bit out of a place, a blanket wasn’t fluffed up enough by just a tad, and one of his capes was just slightly askew. It makes you feel kind of crazy, but it puts your mind at ease. The whole thing has Kylo chuckling.

He brushes hair back from your face. “You should rest while you can.” He orders. “You’ll need it.”

You’re already starting to feel drowsy again, so you can’t even argue. The low, rumbling purr that’s started in Kylo’s chest adds to it. It’s such a soothing sound—just like a cat’s purr, instantly making your body relax against him. You can feel the vibrations from it reverberated in your back. You curl up as best you can in his hold with his knot still in you, his strong arms secure around your middle. There’s no need for a blanket because Kylo keeps you plenty warm—he’s like your own personal heater.

Laying there in your big, comfy nest with your alpha holding you close and his scent all around you, with your heat finally satiated… it’s so, so easy to fall asleep.

[nightmarefuele]

@kylo-wrecked *

Its heat is forever, a strain on the intestinal spout of a dog.

It's been ordered to stillness before. It's taken so many tongues. Trophies all.

The boy-dog has the worm rings of sickness round his pupils, not iris─ he'd lick you clean on a violating promise. You'd feel it down your ancestors' entrails. He'd say it is a lover's pinch. Here, he would not be wrong.

Giedi rumbles. Giedi agrees.

But Giedi unfurled its brutalist scaffold skies to the formation of that enigma which now massages Feyd-Rautha's ventricles to keep him halfway alive. He pounds and pounds (so heavy so slow) on something skinless, glaciating his creature viscera. He is not the reptile between them. He is so very warm. He is panting. Giedi says he is in love.

You. The na-Baron's throat cuts him, or his mouth does, or he blanket shivers and that is his greed, savoring, haunched, chin-up to the dead dark, the tenant in his bones. You don't cave if your skull does?

(What did she say, she said about death . . . ahh, the pup was right.)

He should be entitled to the dishonesty he is not: learning, feeling the voices, the black claw, he wonders anyway. Were you a slave, once, were you a name, a god, like me, did you earn your blood?

You don't cave when your skull does.

How?

Cracked so many. On Giedi they sink into the ash floor like a poultice. He wants to crack this one. Wants wants wants.

Mother? Mm, he gave his love to her, too.

“Have you not seen a witch before?” It grates. Like barbed Giedi blood, wedding food. The na-Baron's pricked eyes film. He speaks (drawls, hums) just for this. “Have you come prepared to see one?”

You are like witches. . . . Your warriors tell as much.

War?

The Bene Gesserit promise hands instead of wars. You should kneel, ‘Ren’ . . . I've been given pledges greater than yours.

[ao3feed--kylux]

Sweet Rabid Cur

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by Pizzzazlut

Hux still remembered the first time he wore the mask.

He remembered feeling embarrassed by the mere idea as his fingers felt the material in his hands and as he traced the stitching that held all the pieces together.

Words: 690, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Star Wars Sequel Trilogy

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Armitage Hux, Kylo Ren

Relationships: Armitage Hux/Kylo Ren

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, or is it???, Puppy Play, pup mask, Submissive Armitage Hux, Dom/sub Undertones, beware there is ART in the fic

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[ao3feed--reylo]

In the darkness of one

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by havingaheavy

“This is my home. This is all the home I’ve known since I was a pup.”

“Are there more of… you?”

“What do you think?” she snarled.

Alert, he stepped back, even as his wounded hand reached out to soothe. “I meant no offense.” At what point exactly in this maddening exchange did he lose the high ground? “I understand,” he found himself saying. “I too am the only one left.”

“No, you’re not,” she spat out. “I’ve seen men like you marching into the village in packs.”

He yearned to tell her. To explain that it may have seemed that way, but really he was. All alone in this world. His… pack, as it were, hunted to nothing.

As the last Skywalker, he lived only for the day of reckoning, alone in his terrible purpose. Until, in the heart of the forest, he met the girl.

Words: 1555, Chapters: 1/21, Language: English

Fandoms: Star Wars Sequel Trilogy

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M

Relationships: Rey/Ben Solo | Kylo Ren

Additional Tags: Historical Fantasy, "historical", Rey Nobody, Wolf Rey, Feral Rey, Gory Rey, General Kylo Ren, physical assault, Emotional Manipulation, Ben Solo Needs A Hug, Morally Gray Reylo, Protective Ben Solo, Ben Solo is Reysexual, Period Sex, Happy Ending, Other Additional Tags to Be Added

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[sith-lords-consort]

Joint Custody Ch 3

Knights of Ren ABO Poly Fic

Minors Do Not Read!!! 18+ Only The next few seconds pass in a blur. Stumbling to your feet, making a mad dash to the door, hearing nothing but your own heartbeat thudding in your ears and your voice barely audible as you repeatedly waved your hand over the control for the door, repeatedly hearing the error noise, telling you that you didn’t have access to open or close this door. You were mumbling something out in a panicked tone, but it felt more like a string of words that somewhat made sense, not a real sentence.

“I wanna, room, my room, leave, I’m sorry, I, my boss, no pups, no, I want, no, not that, nest, just my nest, just me-”

An invisible force tightened around you, pulling your arms to your sides tightly and pulling you right back to your kneeling position in front of Commander Ren. His modulated voice cracked out from his helmet, much louder than before. “Be still, and be silent.”

In the state you were in, you couldn’t disobey his command. Not with his scent so strong. And some part of your mind, something deeply omega reasoned that Kylo seemed protective of you. Protective enough to choke Ushar over him saying his intentions about you that didn’t align with Kylo’s. And as far as kidnapping and forcing an omega into a relationship went, insisting on you and the bastards they would force on you being provided for was… something. Not kind, but not vindictively awful to you.

“Easy, little one.” Vicrul says, kneeling next to you, one of his hands rubbing over your back in gentle calming circles. “Just breathe for me, can you do that? Just deep breaths, alright?”

“Your loyalty.” Kylo bit out threateningly.

Vicrul removed his hand, pacifying Kylo slightly. “I swear it. As long as I breathe, she’ll want for nothing.”

Kylo turned from Vicrul, towards the other knights. “The rest of you. Now.”

One by one, they came towards you, kneeling next to your immobile form, and pledging their loyalty. Even Ushar, though unlike the others, his eyes held no affection. Numbly, you sat there, letting their wrists rub over the scent glands of your neck, their scents mingling and overpowering yours. Once done, Kylo alone towered over you, waiting as if pondering something, before sitting down once more. His hands went to the sides of his helmet, clicking sounds and then a hiss of air as he lifted it from himself.

Part of you was curious as to what he looked like under this helmet, wondering if there was some grizzled man marked by war. But once the black helmet was gone, what you saw was just a man, a very young man. His face is unmarked by age or violence. Dark, long black hair falling around his face, ears a bit large but symmetrical, a proud nose and hard set jaw. While an air of boyhood still tinted his features, he had the type of face you knew would look more and more classically masculine with age.

His scent hit your nose hard, dark musk mixed with leather and spiced amber. He removed one of his black leather gloves, stretching his arm forward to drag it gently along your neck, his scent somehow cutting through the other alphas just enough for you to differentiate between them.

Something about it all starts to relax you, your breathing finally evening out and your muscles going lax. Kylo must have sensed it, because the invisible bonds holding you in place disappeared. He reached down, his hands sliding under your arms to lift you into his lap, both your legs on one side of his lap, your side pressed into his chest. His chin settled over your head, rubbing against your hair slightly to transfer even more of his scent.

You had heard of omegas getting ‘scent drunk’ the first time they were scent marked by an alpha with a strong scent, and it was no wonder being scent marked by seven alphas caused such a thing to happen to you. You’re not sure you could walk if you tried, your head feeling light and fluffy in the best kind of way, little flutters in your stomach and chest causing you to let out a very happy, loud chirp.

Kylo chuckled, “Feeling better?”

You chirped again, the mood in the room shifting from the tense panic to a calm one.

Kylo’s hand drifted over your neck and you visibly shuddered. Vicrul smirked, “She’s mighty sensitive, ain’t she?”

Kylo’s hand drifted to your chin, angling your face up to look you in the eye, “Can you speak?”

You paused for a moment, trying to figure out what he meant. Speaking? Speak- yes, you knew how to speak, right? You’ve spoken before, surely.

“Ye- yes, sir.” You managed.

“Your pupils are almost completely blown.” He said slowly. “Are you feeling alright?”

“I- nest.” You whispered.

Kylo seemed to understand, standing up with you cradled in his arms and walking you out of the common area and into a bedroom. Even in your state, senses and thought dulled, you could tell it was unused. Kylo set you down on the bed, one so much bigger than your last one. You laid back, stretching out on the bed and rolling around a bit as Cardo and Vicrul carried in your bags, Ap’lek following with your pile of blankets and pillows, setting them down on the end of the bed. Kylo caught you by your feet, tugging you back to the edge of the bed and pulling off your shoes and work jacket before releasing you.

You rolled onto your stomach, crawling over to Cardo and Vicrul and plucking your stuffed tooka cat off of the top of the pile. You hugged it to your chest, nuzzling it for a moment before setting it down at the head of the bed, propped up gently on a pillow. You returned to your blankets, beginning to unfold them and place them around the bed the way you liked.

“Good omega.” Kylo practically purred. “Make your nest for us.”

You chirped again, a small trill following it as the knights began to leave and come back with articles of clothing they had worn recently, each one setting down a used shirt onto the end of your bed which you happily snatched up and added to your nest.

Eventually, it was ready and you dove under the top cover, nuzzling your face into the soft sheets beneath you and pulling your stuffed tooka beneath it with you. Everything around you smelled like pure strong alpha, none of your own scent coming through. The scent alone was so intoxicating and distracting you almost didn’t notice with the knights left, closing your door and leaving you to your rest.

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When you felt the slow creep of consciousness return to you, the first thing you noticed was how warm you were, uncomfortably so. Which was odd, considering that even in your usual bed, with all of your issued blankets, warmth was something you could never get enough of. Cold always managed to creep in somehow, someway. Whoever chose this literal ice cube of a planet to have the First Order’s main base on ought to be fed to rancors, quite frankly.

You wiggled out of your, admittedly, impressive nest, stubbornly bringing your stuffed tooka with you. The cold air of your room now felt more familiar, biting at your slightly sweaty skin until goosebumps arose, causing you to rifle through the pile of blankets and clothing until you found the smallest shirt you could, black and long sleeved like all of them, and tugged it on over your uniform.

You glanced around awkwardly, not really sure what to do. Part of you was glad that, as far as you could tell, you had been left alone for the night. The other part of you was still very aware of what the Knights planned on doing to you, and wanted to run back to your old quarters and hide under the bed. Or maybe jump on a ship and go home to Naboo, and hide under your old bed at your parents house. Either way, you absolutely did not want to stay in this room. However, leaving this room might mean interacting with the Knights.

A light flickered on across the room, and you saw your datapad laying on the dresser, lighting up the otherwise dark room. Picking it up, you saw around 15 messages from Bordi.

Why did the Knights escort you down the hall?

Is everything okay? You had your stuff??

Bitch answer me, I’m eating lunch alone like an idiot!

WHY THE KRIFF IS YOUR ROOM EMPTY!? WHERE ARE YOU!?

I swear to the stars themselves, if they killed you, I’m starting a rumor that they’re all secretly betas who use too much alpha cologne.

Please don’t be dead.

You can’t die, you owe me 20 credits damn it!

You glanced at the time, seeing it was in the wee hours of the morning. Maybe… if you were quiet, and if the Knights were sleeping (as most would be at this time) you could sneak out for an hour or two.

You clicked on Bordi’s contact information, calling him and turning the volume down as much as you could.

Bordi, to his credit, picked up on the second ring, whisper screaming at you immediately. “Where are you!? What happened!? Are you dead!?”

“I’m alive.” You whispered back. “Can you… can you meet me at the cantina?”

Bordi was quiet for a moment. “It’s like, three in the morning.”

“Yes or no.”

“Yeah.” Bordi said after a brief pause. “I’ll be there in like, ten minutes.”

You ended the call, creeping out of your room as quietly as you could. No one seemed to be in the living room, or the kitchen. The door, you knew, would be a challenge. It hadn’t opened for you yesterday, and you doubted anyone had added your biometrics while you slept. A quick wave of your hand over the scanner, followed by a cross sounding beep, confirmed that. Well, being a sort of handyman, you knew other ways.

Your tool kit was still in here, set down right next to the door where you had left it. A quick rummage through produced what you were looking for, a long flat piece of metal that you stuck under the edge of the scanner, popping the metal cover off the wall to reveal the wiring underneath. You used your datapad to light the now exposed wiring, seeing the one you’d have to yank out to get the door to open.

Arms wrapped around your middle, yanking you away from the door and causing you to drop your datapad. A squeal pierced through the room before a hand clamped over your mouth, dragging you further back into the living room until the person holding you sank onto the couch. You ended up in their lap, squirming and trying to get an arm free. Your father had once mentioned something about how to get out of a hold like this. Something about stomping on their foot, or maybe throwing your elbow back into their gut. It could have been both, but you found yourself incapable of doing either.

“Are you done yet?” The man holding you asked, his tone amused as he spoke down to you.

You stopped thrashing, trying to catch your breath as you smelled a warm alpha scent enveloping you. It didn’t smell as strong as yesterday, but that was likely because you were getting used to it.

He seemed to relax as well, his hand leaving your mouth and both his arms wrapping around your middle. You were silent for a moment, trying to figure out what to say, what to do. Vaguely, you can remember one of your professors from university, a mandatory sex ed class, say that omegas thrived off of structure and rules. In situations where there were none, they tended to fall into anxiety induced heats, or worse.

This was a situation so far from rules and structure you weren’t even sure how you were supposed to breathe.

A door opening jolted you out of your panic, and your head jerked to the side to see Vicrul walking into the room. His eyes locked onto you and the mystery man holding you, a frown spreading over his face.

“Kriffing hell, it’s-” He cut himself off, head turning to the only clock, one on the far wall of the kitchenette. “Three am? You can’t hog her already, Ap’lek.”

The alpha holding you, Ap’lek, apparently, chuckled. He leaned closer to the back of your head, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear. “You should be thanking me for snatching her up. Little omega here was trying to make a break for it… she’s got a bit of a wild streak.”

Vicrul’s frown deepened for a moment, looking over to the door to see the mess you had made of the panel, and then back to you. “Master Ren is going to want to know.”

The mention of him made your blood run cold in your veins. “No!”

Vicrul was about to respond but you cut him off. “I wasn’t- I mean it’s not like I was gonna run away. I was just going to the cantina with a friend.”

“A friend?” Ap’lek questioned.

“Yes, my friend- an omega friend.” You clarified.

They glanced at each other and you hurriedly pointed to your datapad, “Messages, you can check my messages! I just made a call to him a minute ago.”

Vicrul scooped your datapad off the ground, scrolling through your messages and call history. From your device’s profile of his contact info, Vicrul would be able to see his full name, presentation, where he worked, and more. The com links and data pads the First Order issued for its employees came preprogrammed with the contact information of your coworkers, direct supervisor, and sometimes the supervisors of other similar squadrons. For instance, yours had the supervisors contact info for three other maintenance squadrons. That way, in case your supervisor was sick or dead, you could still report in and go to work.

Vicrul looked at Ap’lek, “Checks out. I don’t quite like how he’s been blowing your datapad up, though. Seems clingy.”

Ap’lek shrugged, jostling you a little. “If he’s an omega, that’s normal. Probably freaked out cause we snatched his little friend up. Send the poor thing a message she won’t be coming, would ya?”

Victul grunted, typing out something you were almost certain was short and rude and sending it to Bordi. “There. Now, Ap’lek, have you fed her yet?”

“Mm, no.” Ap’lek said. “I think she just woke up.”

As if on cue, you felt your stomach clench uncomfortably at the mention of food. It had been almost twenty-four hours since you had last eaten. Even though you had mostly slept, you were famished.

Vicrul and Ap’lek chuckled at the growls coming from your gut, Ap’lek running a hand across your stomach, rubbing little circles over it. “Is it wrong that I feel like running off into a jungle somewhere and dragging back some beast to roast?”

“I think that’s somewhat normal.” Vicrul joked, walking past the two of you towards the kitchen. “But impractical. I think I’ll just hunt through the fridge.”

It’s easy to zone out as Vicrul bustles around the kitchen, pulling premade meals out of cabinets, asking questions about your allergies, preferences of flavor, questions you answered with short answers, one worded when you were able.

Every word that came out of you seemed to make Ap’lek pull you closer, his touches becoming sweeter, his lips constantly pressed to your ear. No words came from him, just lingering and soft grazes of his lips on the outer shell of your ear, his fingertips barely brushing against the hemline of your shirt, a silent threat of lifting it up hanging over you.

As the smell of steam that usually released from those pre packaged meals that heated quickly once you removed the tab wafted through the air, you felt your stomach gnawing at itself. You had practically lived on those meals in college, and you had literally lived on them in boot camp. You remember feeling bad for the spec ops troopers, who had been told to hunt and forage for their provisions for weeks at a time while you had been able to just pull a tab on a cardboard box, and open it two minutes later to find the chemical reactions had left you with a rehydrated a semi-hot plate of mushy rice, bland vegetables, and the worst maybe-meat you had ever had.

The idea of eating one right now wasn’t exactly appealing, but the cafeteria wasn’t going to be open for two more hours, and your stomach was about to digest itself.

“Why is it so fucking loud in here!? Who the fuck is cooking!?” Came an irritable voice. As another door leading to one of the bedrooms wooshed open, a pissed off Ushar with bed head storming out. He glared right at Vicrul, then his gaze shifted to Ap’lek, then you. Against your better judgment, you met his gaze and felt an involuntary shiver crawl up your spine. His eyes were intense, a hateful bitterness there that felt more icy and desolate than the planet you resided on.

All it took was his eyebrows narrowing a bit more than they already were to have you averting your gaze, angling your head to the side out of an instinct to submit to him. You weren’t one to go out of your way to bow your head to every alpha who growled at you, but you also knew refusing to do so to an alpha who was legitimately a threat, as all the alphas in your new living quarters were, wouldn’t give you anything. At most, if they didn’t attack or kill you to make a point, you’d get some hollow victory for sticking to your guns. Not worth it, most of the time.

Once your act of submission registered, Ushar just grunted and walked to the kitchen, starting the caf machine with tense movements and his agitation slowly going from a boil to a simmer.

Vicrul walked over with the cardboard boxed meal, offering it to you. Ap’lek loosened his grip enough for you to grab it from Vicrul, immediately beginning to shovel the food into your mouth. You knew, logically, you had definitely eaten better meals, but at that moment, you could have sworn that box of tough beef strips and mushy broccoli was the best thing you had ever eaten.

Ap’lek switched your positions around, letting you sit fully upright to eat, and simply sat beside you, his arm draped over your shoulders. Vicrul sat on your other side, mostly keeping his hands to himself as he turned on the holonet to a sports channel featuring some kind of ranked fighting matches. You watched a little, not really into what the commentary was, but you were secure enough to admit that two alphas fighting in a non-lethal way was nice to watch. It made you wonder why there were so many strip clubs with omega and softer looking betas made to entice alphas, but no one had cashed in on the idea of doing something similar with alpha entertainers for omegas. You knew if there was a place omegas could go to watch alphas wrestle each other, maybe covered in oil, speedos only, you and Bordi would be there every weekend.

You made a mental note to text Bordi about that later. You and him sometimes joked about businesses you would start after you finished your contracts with the First Order. A Loth Cat breeding ring doubling as a traveling circus was Bordi’s most recent joke business venture.

“Surprised this is on this early.” Ap’lek commented as you polished off your cardboard tray.

“Reruns.” Vicrul answered. “Haven’t seen this match though, my money’s on the guy in red shorts. Why do you think, gorgeous?”

His hand fell to your thigh, giving a playful squeeze that damn near made you jump out of your skin. The small squeal you let out was met with laughter from Vicrul, followed by Ap’lek’s face pressing into the side of your neck, nuzzling teasingly.

“Is Vicrul scaring you, angel?” Ap’lek asked, his tone slipping between teasing and condescending like a Hutt slipping through swamp water.

Ushar grunted from the kitchen, “Does this have to happen in the living room? Where I also reside? Where I eat?”

“You can leave.” Ap’lek suggested, no anger to be found behind his words. “We were here first so-”

“Why the fuck is the door broken?” Came a grumpy voice, muddled with sleep as a towering giant of a man lumbered into the living room, rubbing at his eyes and pushing his tousled black hair out of his face.

Fearing Kylo Ren’s reaction to learning you had tried to leave while they slept, a fearful chirp left you, making Kylo’s head snap to the side, pinning you with his gaze as he realized what had happened.

ITS BEEN SO LONG I AM SO SORRY

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[veggieheist]

Ch 91 is Up!!!

Summary:            

Kylo Ren was supposed to go to Jakku to find  information on Luke's whereabouts, but the Force-sensitive girl in the  slaver's auction was too interesting to leave behind. Rey has only  ever known the life of a slave on Jakku, bought and sold from master to  master, but the mysterious and terrifying creature who now owns her is  like no master she's ever had before.

     Chapter 91: Speaking of Ghosts    (excerpt below)

    Cseenan Ren prowled down the corridor, scales still feeling too tight around his body, claws itching to sink into flesh and blood, but at least he didn’t tear the pet’s throat out like he wanted, and at least the loud runner-thoughts had stopped.

    He even preened secretly to himself, proud of his strength and resistance. Maybe Blue and Master would stop treating him like a pup to be babysat now, since he proved he could be alone with the little glow worm and keep his teeth to his self.

    Saying out loud that he was no brother-killer like that fucking ssksh Visser helped set it in stone in his mind, even though the runner-thoughts still whispered. He would just bash his head until they went silent then, if they would not stop.

    Besides, the girl on Phu hadn’t been so tasty—too little meat or fat. Master’s slave was even less than that, so a part of Cseenan’s head thought it would be best to wait until she was plumped up more before trying to eat her again.

    If the runner-thoughts stopped by then, then that was that. No eating her even if she’s more tasty. But if they don’t stop….

    Well, she would be fine with a metal arm. Maybe a leg too. Legs had lots of meat and fat.

    Maybe she’s tasty now. Maybe her marrow is better than the Phu girl’s. Maybe you could just— (continue reading on AO3)

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[thedarkcoven]

Dirty Darth Rayvin Thoughts

Minors Go AWAY DNI!!! 18+ ONLY

Thinking about being Kylo's little cum bucket

How he chokes me and whispers in my ear

When he gets close telling me he can't wait to make me scream later

Kylo not caring if Hux or one of the troopers come in while I'm sitting on his lap at his desk; he'll still keep his throbbing cock inside letting it twitch just to see if I would react

Master Kylo giving me private lessons after a day of training

The way Kylo loves to go rough but when he goes slow he's got my hands in his as he slowly rocks his hips into mine

The way he kisses every part of my body telling me how much of a beautiful little pup I am

When he shoves his fingers into my mouth and smirks

Fills me to the brim in hopes he'll have an addition to rule the galaxy by his side

[jamesxbennett]

Who: @caseybennett​  Where: Haunted house 

There were many convenient distractions around James that had helped him somewhat forget what had happened in Casey’s place but they also weren’t strong enough to necessarily drive the whole thing out of his mind. The Halloween event in town was just what he needed to further distract himself, though he was realizing more and more as the days passed that all he was doing was prolonging the inevitable talk he was going to have with his sister, not to mention the confrontation he was going to have to do with all his resurfaced demons,

But for now, it was about ghouls, pumpkins, and monsters. He walked around Jack’s Pumpkin Farm with Rey and the pup was more than happy to see so many people as well so many different sights. James thought it proper that for her first Halloween, Rey would be dressed up as... well, Rey, complete with her triple bun and staff, while James was clad in black as Kylo Ren sans mask. It was a good Halloween get up, and for the most part James and Rey were enjoying themselves. 

But he didn’t know whatever possessed him to think that going to the haunted house was a good idea. They both were confident at first, Rey bounding as James held her leash while walking through the scary house. Scary? Pfft. It was nothing. The house was pitiful. Or so they’d thought.

A few more minutes in and Rey was whimpering in James’ arms, her eyes covered by her fluffy ears all while James was trying his best to walk behind people or walk faster so no one would be able to scare him. He had just booked it after a chainsaw-wielding bloody clown chased him and he caught his breath.

“You okay?” he asked the pup in his arms who whined in response. Thinking the worse is over, he began walking and sighing only for a faux dead body to drop from the ceiling, sending him jumping back and crashing into someone. 

“WHAT THE HECK!” he yelled. “Crap, I’m so sorry. Are you -?”

He turned around only to see his sister’s face right before him. But before he could react, the same chainsaw clown was running behind her. He grabbed her and ran while yelling at the top of his lungs before turning a corner and catching his breath, not realizing he was now hugging both Casey and Rey.

“We’re fine. We’re fine. It’s fine.” Rey simply buried her head into James’ chest.

[solohux]

Fox Hux greatly enjoyed his job as General before that petulant wolf came aboard. Kylo Ren may be an actual puppy but his immature behaviour makes Hux roll his eyes and sigh. He has no discipline, no regulation.

But when Hux and Kylo come to blows one day in a heated argument and Hux calls Kylo a ‘bad puppy’, Kylo groans and almost sinks to his knees. Hux can smell his arousal in the air around them, potent and thick.

Perhaps, Hux thinks, there may be hope for this pup after all.

[tlcwrites]

TLC’s Masterlist

Updated 4/29/22

*Note 2/9/22: I’m not officially on hiatus, but we’re in the middle of chemo for our youngest pup, and understandably, my muse is pretty much gone. I’m still trying to get Fall to Pieces part 4 finished soon, but it’s hard to write about romance when my baby is fighting cancer. ☹️ Thank you to all of you who have dropped notes and good thoughts for her; she’s the sweetest girl. Fuck cancer, seriously.

Welcome to my ramblings!

Below you’ll find reader inserts for Star Wars (Poe Dameron, Kylo Ren), Marvel (Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Sam Wilson, Stucky with background platonic reader).

As always, thanks for reading. I am always floored when someone takes the time to read my work, let alone like or reblog it. It truly means the world to me.

Most Recent Updates:

This Is Certainly Not Recon (Bucky Barnes), also on AO3 4/29/22

Fall to Pieces (Poe x reader, modern AU) 12/14/21

💕: Personal favorite 🥵: S m u t 😭: A n g s t

*Note: Any reader fic I write is ‘Y/N’ free.

Character dividers by @firefly-graphics, fandom dividers by myself

Series

Fall to Pieces (Poe x reader, modern AU)- After claiming nothing more than platonic friendship for a lifetime, can you and Poe admit the truth to each other before it's too late? 😭 In Progress, UPDATED 12/14/21

Oneshots

Trust Me (Poe x reader)- Poe is, well, Poe, and you are upset.

Of Mice and Millicent (Poe x reader)- Or, Poe Dameron And The Terrible, Horrible, No Good Very Bad Catnapping of Millicent Hux.

The Anatomy of a Pussy Joke, by Poe Dameron (Poe x fem reader)- Of Mice and Millicent Part 2. Warnings: smut 🥵

Worth It (Poe x fem reader)- Poe understands his parents better now. Warnings: Dad!Poe, pregnancy. 💕

Those Pants™️ Part 1 (Poe x fem reader)- Poe is wearing Those Pants™️ again. Thirst ensues. 💕

Those Pants™️ Part 2 (Poe x fem reader)- the not-safe-for-work continuation of Those Pants™️ Part 1. Warnings: smut 🥵

Little Things (Poe x fem reader)- The birth of Poe’s second child is much, much different than the birth of his first. Warnings; Dad!Poe, pregnancy, traumatic childbirth/preterm labor. 💕😭

Problem Patient (Poe x reader)- You are ill. Poe takes care of you since you are the worst patient of all time can’t

By a Nose- Submission for Writer Wednesday 5/12 (Poe x reader, Modern AU)- If you’re going to talk the talk, you better be able to walk the walk. Or, proof Poe Dameron is a terrible loser.

Consequence (Kylo Ren x fem reader)- When you steal the Supreme Leader's sweater, there are... repercussions. Warnings: smut, dom/sub dynamics. 🥵

Untitled Bucky comfort fic (Bucky Barnes x gender neutral reader, could be romantic or platonic)- When life gives you lemons, throw them the fuck back and go cry on Bucky’s shoulder. Warnings: Depression/Anxiety. 😭

I've Got A Feeling- Submission for Writer Wednesday 5/5 (Bucky Barnes x fem reader)- It’s always got to be one of the Big Three. Good thing you’re smart enough to follow orders and stay out of the fight. ...or not. (Marvel/Star Wars crossover) Warnings: smut, passing mentions of background character death. 💕🥵

This Is Certainly Not Recon (Bucky Barnes), part of Clueless Super Soldiers, Coffee Shops, and Chaos, also on AO3 4/29/22- Bucky may be a master assassin, but nothing gets past Gabe the Barista. Warnings: none.

Shut up and Drive- Submission for Synth’s 5K Follow Celebration (Steve Rogers x Fem reader)- Life is a highway, and you’d like to drive Steve all night long. Warnings: slightly NSFW (like barely)

A Super Soldier Walks Into A Starbucks (Steve Rogers)- Steve just wants his venti quad-shot iced brown sugar oatmilk shaken espresso, and also doesn't understand how disguises work. Warnings: None Also on AO3!

Two Hearts Make a Whole- Submission for Writer Wednesday 6/2 (Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes, background platonic reader)- NYC Pride is for celebration, and occasionally, long-overdue revelations. Warnings: None

Wash-Worn- Submission for Writer Wednesday 5/19 (Sam Wilson x reader)- How do you let go of the person who means the most? SFW. Warnings: Grief, loss, angst. 💕😭

[tintinwrites]

the stars were made for falling | Poe Dameron x Reader | Part Thirteen

A/N: This is what you begged for right?

Rating: M

Warning: Blood. Naughty words including the C-word used as a derogatory name for a woman. Reader lets Poe know that he shouldn’t have been a jerk.

Word count: 2,608, apparently!!

Summary: You’ve walked into Hux and Poe is the only thing you have to help you.

Masterlist

GIF credit: I have no idea, but it’s not mine.

Tags: @marvelous-revengers​ @the-lady-of-stars​ @jxhn-mxrphy​ @ella-solei​ @chloe-skywalker​ @itsamedeemoney​ @shakespeareanwannabe​ @mxrvel-fxnxtic​ @peachdameron​ @ladyflyer20​ apologies if I missed anyone who asked!

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There were moments during your imprisonment that you thought you were actually bonding with the general of the First Order; when you talked jokingly about your hatred of Kylo Ren or you listened intently while he told you little details about himself.

But he was still the man who tortured you and Poe, who found joy in the idea of you turning dark and murdering Poe.

You should’ve pulled your blaster from the holster on your hip when you turned to see him smiling down at you.

Or maybe you could’ve punched him square in the nose to distract him.

There was also the stupid yet possibly helpful option of diving to the ground and crawling between his legs to run off.

Or anything, even if all you did was turn and run to hide behind Poe like you weren’t angry with him.

What you really did, though, was gape at him frozen in terror as images of his hand around your throat flashed in front of you.

This allowed him the opportunity to grab onto your hair tightly and turn you to pull your back tight to his chest, the sharp tip of something pressing into the skin of your neck.

Your brain suddenly realized it needed to get away from this man now, but all you could do was stand perfectly still with the threat of him slicing into your jugular preventing you from doing as much as twitching.

He tightened his grip on your hair and you let out an embarrassingly pitiful whimper at the stinging pain.

“You’re scared. I thought you wanted to die. Is this a bit more harsh than you were wishing for?”

“Let her go now.”

Part of you didn’t think Poe would actually try to save you, but there he was pointing his blaster at Hux’s head and your shielded heart might’ve cracked at the knowledge that he still cared if you weren’t about to be murdered by the man you thought you escaped.

Poe’s eyes were wide, hand shaking.

“Oh, look. Can you shoot me faster than I can slit her throat?” Hux pressed his weapon enough to draw the smallest drop of blood from you, and you calmed yourself down enough to be practical and to try subtly reaching for your blaster.

“Probably,” he said cockily beneath his shaking, terrified voice.

“You’re hardly able to keep your weapon aimed at me, dog.”

“I’m willing to take my shot and see if I shoot something on you.”

Hux’s one hand left your hair to grip onto your arm tightly the moment your fingers touched the handle of your blaster, wrenching it painfully behind your back as his new way to hold you. “I wouldn’t recommend trying something like that, you traitorous little cunt.”

Such an intentionally cruel name seemed to strike you deeply, tingling from your jaw to your ribs in anger and embarrassment.

Poe’s eyes darkened somewhere beneath his terror and he tightened his grip on the blaster, trembling minimally.

You tried to keep your face neutral despite the fear in your veins, not wanting Hux or Poe to see you begging with your eyes like a coward.

“Look, General, I’m sorry I lied to you—” You were tripping over your words, trying to find the courage to reason with him when you knew there was a human in there somewhere; a human you had been unable to reach when you tried once, but maybe…?

“Supreme Leader.” Your reasoning halted with his correction.

He was the Supreme Leader of the First Order now? That meant...Kylo Ren was dead. Or too incapacitated to perform his duties. And there was a reason Rey had locked herself away. She wanted to save him too. And you were no stranger to wanting to hide away for reasons like that.

You weren’t sure if it was a good thing or a bad thing that Kylo Ren was no longer leading the First Order.

He was a child.

Hux was...completely mad.

Even if you hoped you could save him from the life he had chosen, you knew the truth.

The man was holding a dagger to your throat and upon reflection you wondered if it was the same dagger that had been in your thigh all that time ago.

“What do you want?” Poe spat, finger on the trigger.

“Oh, I heard the two of you were running all around trying to rebuild your group and I sent a call out for you to come here to see if you were still the whimpering pup I turned you into.”

“You’re kidding me.”

“Did they fix you all up again? Do you still love her?”

Any sass Poe forced was forgotten, the slight fake twitch of his lips immediately falling at the question.

Hux noticed you tensing.

“I thought you two were having a lover’s spat when I was listening, but then I heard your typical perversity and the blame leave her lips as she told you she wished I had killed her long ago.”

His mouth was next to your ear and you weren’t able to move with the sharp blade pressing into your skin.

“I suppose I was incorrect about his love for you, hm?”

Apparently you could never harden your heart completely as tears filled your eyes.

Poe stepped closer and Hux tightened his grip on you.

“You’ve seen me. Now let her go.”

“Set down your weapon and leave the First Order out of whatever little plans you’re coming up with, and I will let her go.”

“That is too easy.”

“Listen to what I say and I won’t slit her throat right here.”

“Fine.” Poe hesitated, looking at you as if your thoughts on it mattered at all, then he carefully set his blaster in the grass with his gaze trained on Hux.

“Now wasn’t that easy?” He slowly lowered the dagger and let his hand holding it fall behind you though, true to his word.

Your eyes widened as he momentarily tightened his grip, Poe noticed.

But then he released you almost gently and you let out a little gasp, and he swept away into a nearby alley like the evil creep he was.

Poe watched him leave with his brow furrowed in confusion at how easy that had been; he knew Hux was an insane man who had tortured the two of you for fun, but he really set up a fake mission simply to see what had become of him then let you go with nothing more than a lie of a promise and a weapon that was aimed at him being set down?

He looked at you to see you stumbling forward slightly. “What?”

You looked at him like it was the first time you’d ever seen him and reached out for him, and despite all that had transpired between the two of you, he instinctively let you grab onto him mostly bemused at your actions.

When you went limp against his chest, he had no idea what was happening. You hated everything about him now, but you were falling against him.

His arms wrapped loosely around you as you slid down his body and he touched something wet on your back, drawing his hand away to look.

Red fingers had him stepping back in shock, not totally registering that he let you fall to the ground, staring at his hand trying to figure out why the hell it was covered in blood.

He looked at you for the answer and instead of understanding from words, he saw the red blooming across the back of your shirt.

No matter how reckless or cruel he had been since you escaped from the First Order, his brain was not in the proper state to react immediately like he usually would have; it was like wheels needed to turn in his head for him to process that you were bleeding out at his feet.

It occurred to him in pieces.

How easy it’d been.

The dagger moving from your throat to behind you.

Your eyes widening when Hux tightened his grip to keep you still as he plunged the dagger into your back.

Your little gasp from him yanking it out, not letting you go.

“Poe.”

His name was a soft whisper from you, but it was enough to make him realize that one of his teammates was bleeding out.

He fell to his knees beside you and reminded himself your training your training fuck Poe you’re not allowed to be this far gone you know what to do remember your training as his hands fumbled in their quest for what to do.

Finally he realized he needed to apply pressure and he pushed his palm down against the wound despite your little whimpers, his soldier mind telling himself that you were going to have to deal with the pain if you wanted to live.

But where was he going to get some sort of bandage? How was he going to bandage this? Rip off his shirt and tear the fabric to wrap around your middle? Was that his training or his stupidity talking?

“Poe?” His name again. Terrified. Confused. Lost.

Then it sunk in.

It wasn’t a fellow soldier bleeding out; it was you.

You, who had too much faith in him. You, who put up with a hell of a lot from him as he continued pushing you away for fear of being too vulnerable, fear of hurting you more than he already had by making you live through Hux’s torture. You, who hated him and rightfully so. You, laying on the ground in front of him about to die thinking he was a cold monster.

He moved to sit, pulling you into his arms and holding you close to himself as he kept one hand pressed tightly to the still-bleeding wound.

All the emotions he’d pushed away for the sake of everyone around him were quickly spilling out of him, in the form of tears and panic. “What do I do? What do I do? What...what did I do?”

He’d pushed you away. Tried to protect you from himself despite how he was the only thing you wanted and you were the only thing he needed. And now you were bleeding out and...he’d been too damaged to react properly to your serious injury.

You were looking in wonder at the man you thought you’d never see again as tears fell down his cheeks. “Poe?”

His name once more. Hopeful. A little smile on your lips as you said it. He was never gone and you were never truly hardened to him; you both simply pretended with all your might to protect yourselves and everyone else.

“You’re back...don’t cry.” You reached up to brush his tears away, but he jerked his head back.

“You shouldn’t comfort me. All I did…”

His eyes widened when your hand fell and your eyes fluttered shut, shaking you.

“No, no, baby, please, come back, I gotta...I have to make this right…”

He was starting to fall apart completely as everything he had forced away came to the forefront, as he watched the woman he loved and the woman he tried to convince otherwise lose consciousness in his arms.

“Will you stay if I say I’m sorry? Huh? It was all a lie, Y/N, everything I told you. It was never only sex with you. Never. Fuck, baby, that night in the Falcon meant everything to me and that night in the dining hall...I was too rough...I needed...I wanted to make you hate me that way I couldn’t hurt you anymore, you know?

“I let them torture you and I hurt you myself, and I didn’t want you to have to hurt because of me anymore, but I only hurt you more. I hurt you when all I wanted to do was hold you, to tell you how much it kills me that I let them do what they did to you, to go to that fucking beach and tell you how much I love you. I do love you. I’m sorry.”

He moved his hand to brush your hair out of your closed eyes, hating himself more when he left a streak of blood on your cheek, trying in vain to wipe it away.

You were still bleeding when he moved his hand back to apply pressure to your wound.

Still alive, but not if he sat there apologizing to someone who couldn’t hear him.

All he’d done to you already and he was going to let you die.

No.

He was not going to let you die.

Situating you in his arms for a more secure hold on you, he stumbled to his feet and ran to his ship like his life depended on it.

Which it did.

There was no way he would ever be his old self again if you died from his actions and there was no way to know how long he’d survive as he was.

He kept you in his lap as his hands slipped on levers and buttons, his free one fruitlessly trying to stop the blood pouring from your wound, and it was only by his automatic knowledge of flying that he put the ship into hyperdrive.

The only thing he remembered from the entire trip back to base was a small, quiet moment where he scrubbed the blood from your cheek with his shirt like it mattered.

Like that could make up for everything else.

It was a miracle that he landed the ship in one piece with the little attention he was paying to it, gripping you limp in his arms as he ran from his ship and through the hangar past the few people milling about who stared at him in shock.

He might have been yelling the whole time since he landed the ship, but he only noticed when his voice echoed off the walls of the base. “Medic! I need a medic! A med droid, a…I need help!”

Finn was sure he was hearing things when he thought that was Poe’s voice, sounding like it had actual emotion to it for the first time in a long time. He was ahead of the med droids that were dutifully taking a grav stretcher to the entrance.

It was Poe that was yelling, practically screaming as he held you in his blood-covered arms to a torso that was equally covered in blood from the ways he’d needed to hold you.

“Y/N!” Finn sprung quickly into action when he saw you weren’t moving in Poe’s hold, tugging you from him to gently lay you on the grav stretcher.

Imagine his confusion when a crazed-looking Poe grabbed onto his jacket and slammed him into the nearest wall. “Don’t touch her!”

His emotions were too much now, overwhelming him and dissolving him into a mess of the things he’d hidden for far too long. He didn’t see Finn trying to help you; he saw someone trying to take you when he was responsible for making sure you lived.

Some newer recruits had to force Poe’s grip off of him as he kept him pinned there, restraining him at Finn’s direction as he followed the grav stretcher you were on.

Poe watched helplessly, mumbling incoherently about how he was responsible for you and he needed to make sure you were okay.

He was terrified that your bloody, unconscious form laying there as you were taken away would be the last time he saw you.

Maybe it was.

And it was all his fault.

[ao3feed--reylo]

The Soup Shelter

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/21V64YQ

by Anonymous

Thirty-five year old Ben Solo has never been in a serious relationship (no thanks to his physical deformity) and spends the majority of his time regretting ever having picked IT for a profession.

He’s accepted he’ll never be happy, never have his own Omega or pups. But all that changes one night when he agrees to help his mom at the soup kitchen.

Words: 4236, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Star Wars Sequel Trilogy, Star Wars - All Media Types

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M

Characters: Ben Solo | Kylo Ren, Rey (Star Wars), Leia Organa, Maz Kanata, Lando Calrissian, Obi-Wan Kenobi

Relationships: Rey/Ben Solo, Maz Kanata/Obi-Wan Kenobi, Lando Calrissian & Leia Organa

Additional Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Soul Bond, Soulmates, Slow burn but not slow burn - we’ll see, Age Difference, Depressed Ben, Homeless Rey (Star Wars), Ben has an anomaly and no I’m not telling it right away, not beta read so enjoy the originality, Yes it’s Christmas in July - I’m flipping hot, HEA, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/21V64YQ

[where-dreamers-go]

Hello!! Ummm, well, I know you answered this question a while ago for someone else, but I kinda lost track, soooo.... what requests / reactions / etc. are you working on at the moment? Thank you!! :D

Hi. ☺

Heeeerrrrreeee we go~:

Requests I'm working on/on my to-do list:

Boba Fett friendship

Kylo Ren and anooba pup

Eragon cuddles

Arya and fem!Reader

Eragon and a sleepwalking Reader

Jonathan Crane who is ill

Reactions: a Jonathan Crane and an Eragon fight

I think that's all of them. 🤔

Riley Poole for angst

Luke Skywalker for royal au

Uhhhh I forgot....

This month has been weird for me...

[starlightkenobi]

Insatiable // Kylo Ren x Reader

a/n: did anyone request this? no. this is purely me indulging myself with my personal favorite kylo fantasy ever. its just,,,so fucking hot. this has been sitting in my notes for like a month with the sole purpose of being my own little special kylo time, thought id finally share

rating: explicit

warnings: oh boy, this ones a doozy. humiliation, mouth spitting, slapping, daddy kink, use of the nickname puppy, thigh riding, a lot of mean names cause kylos a mean boy, choking, i dont know what else to say this is just fucking filthy

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“Come here, pretty girl.” Kylo patted his lap. You smiled, loving whenever you were invited to sit with him like this. You eagerly seated yourself on his lap, immediately snuggling into him. “Good girl...” He said, his voice calm and soothing. You cuddled up to him further, wanting to be as close to him as possible. A little whine escaped your lips and you held on to his broad shoulders.

“Awwww, does my little pup wanna cuddle with daddy?” You whined again, this time, rocking your hips against his gently. “Or does my little puppy want more?” He grabbed your chin and made you look up at him. You whined again as you tentatively rocked your hips into his. “I think you want more...don’t you, pup?” You nodded, now trying to firmly grind against him. “Speak, pup. Beg me.” He clamped his hands down on your hips, completely stopping you from moving.

“Daddy...I wanna feel you. I want your big cock inside me.” Kylo tutted, as if considering your plea.

“But do you think you deserve daddy’s big cock, pup?” The bastard was smirking, he just wanted to tease the fuck out of you. He was absolutely cruel, and you loved it. In response, you whined and tried to grind against him again, but he tightened his grip on your hips even harder, most likely leaving bruises that you would marvel at later. “With how badly you’re trying to grind against me, maybe you don’t need my cock to get off. Maybe I should just let you rut against my thigh, like a horny little puppy.” You whined impatiently, feeling your pussy dripping from his words and desperately wanting to get some friction. Suddenly, he lifted you up and placed you on his thigh, bouncing his knee and making you slide forward and into his chest.

“Fine then, you want to act like a desperate little puppy, then you are going to cum while humping my thigh like a desperate little puppy.”

You whined, opening your mouth to speak before Kylo stopped you. “No, puppy. I didn’t order you to speak.” His hands fell to your hips and rocked them against his thigh, encouraging you and reminding you that he was not going to repeat himself.

You began to grind down on his thigh, whimpering as you finally got friction where you needed it the most. The course fabric of his pants against your cunt felt like heaven, and once you started, you couldn’t stop fucking yourself on his thigh.

“You’re so desperate, fucking slut. You’d take whatever I’d give you. You would cum while rutting against my fucking boot if I ordered you to.” You whimpered, grinding down harder as if to answer his question. Yes, you would do absolutely anything that he asked you. “Dirty little whore.” He grabbed your face and pulled it closer to his. You wanted to press your lips to his, but he held you just far enough away.

“You really would take anything I give you, wouldn’t you pup?” You nodded as much as you could with his painful grip on your face. “Then open.” A shocked expression was plastered on your face as you pondered why he was asking you to do that. Your mouth was already open a little bit from your moaning and panting, wide enough for him to shove his tongue in. You realized too late that you were taking too long when you felt a sharp slap across your cheek. Kylo growled and squeezed your face harder. “Open your fucking mouth!” You obeyed, your mouth basically being pried open by his grip with a strong hand. All of your questions had been answered when he tilted your head back and let his spit drip into your mouth. You could feel your eyes almost roll back in your head as you continued to ride his leg. You felt humiliated and degraded, but so fucking good as he pulled away from your lips, leaving some spit to drip down your chin. “Swallow.” You immediately obeyed, completely hazy and compliant, willing to do absolutely anything he asked. “Open, puppy.” You did, and he looked in your mouth to make sure you actually swallowed every last drop. “Good pup.” Kylo cooed while gently petting and scratching your head.

At this point, you were absolutely gone. On a different plane of existence. Everything felt foggy and dizzy and you wanted more than anything to please Kylo and make him proud of you. You moaned as you sped up the pace of your hips, your own spit dripping out of the corners of your mouth. “Awww, my little puppy is drooling like a dumb little slut.” He wiped the spit from your chin and lips and fed it back to you with his fingers. You eagerly took them in your mouth, sucking and moaning around them while you felt your impending orgasm begin to burn inside of you.

He felt your thighs begin to shake and you looked at him with pleading eyes. “My little puppy wants to cum, doesn’t she?” You nodded, his fingers still pressing deep into your throat and making you gag slightly. “You little slut, getting off on my thigh. You are just my desperate little puppy, aren’t you?” He ripped his fingers from your throat and brought it down to your neck, squeezing tightly. His other hand kept a firm grip on your hip, firm enough to leave bruises. “Just cum then, whore. Since you want it so badly.”

Your orgasm shot through you like a bullet, every single nerve in your body was burning in a pleasurable fire. Kylo’s hand squeezed tighter, making you dizzy and your vision begin to go black at the edges. “That’s it...good girl. Such a good little puppy.” He cooed, slowly releasing his grip as you came down from your insane high.

You were trembling and you still felt dizzy, so you held on to Kylo’s broad shoulders for balance. Kylo noticed, and soothingly rubbed up and down your back and sides. “It’s alright, pup. I’ve got you. Breathe.” With a shaky breath, you inhaled and exhaled. You met with Kylo’s eyes, searching for compassion and reassurance after that intense orgasm. “You did good, puppy. My perfect little whore.”

Once you stopped trembling and caught your breath, you noticed the enormous bulge in the front of his pants. You could feel your mouth watering. “Can I take care of that, daddy?” You whispered, voice still raspy from the choking.

“Of course, my insatiable little pet.”