#medieval!kylo ren x reader

[rynwritesstuff]

Adam Driver Character Masterlist - rynwritesstuff

Hello! Welcome to my Adam Driver Character masterlist! 

Before continuing, please keep in mind that this is an 18+ blog! My content is not written for readers under the age of 18. 

Below the cut you will find: Fluff, smut, headcanons, blurbs, and other writings that have to do with Adam’s wonderful characters.

My requests are currently: CLOSED

This masterlist will be updated as often as possible.

Last masterlist update: 8-13-2023

(Smut or NSFW content will be indicated by an asterisk!)

Kylo Ren

Oneshots/Blurbs The Red Means ‘I Love You’ - Some good ol’ hate-fucking.* Kylo giving reader his cape Trying to get Kylo to bake with you Kylo comforting reader after the loss of a family member Kylo injuring the reader “I want you to be more gentle tonight.”* “I learned to love you.” + “Nobody can compare to you.” “I’ve never done something like this before.”* Arranged marriage + Medieval!Kylo My Favorite Flavor - Vampire!Kylo Sex with Medieval!Kylo * Wasteland Baby - Kylo surviving TROS Mine / Yours - The development of yours and Kylo’s sexual relationship * Willow - Pirate!Kylo Ren admires the sunset (and other beautiful things.) Willow - Part II - Pirate!Kylo Ren takes you in his quarters. * No Way to Say ‘Goodbye’ - Waking up with Kylo.

Charlie Barber

Oneshots/Blurbs Illicit Affairs - The aftermath of you telling Charlie that you love him. Sex with Daddy!Charlie* “Does this feel good?” “No, I still feel like shit.”* Reader being afraid of apologies due to past abuse. Needy reader “I’m not jealous.”* Break My Heart Again - “It must be nice to love someone who lets you break them twice.” Mine, Mine, Mine - You and Charlie have sex after a waiter hits on you. * Crazy In Love - Movie Director!Charlie and reader have sex after a movie premiere.* Enjoying a New Years’ Eve getaway with Charlie*

Clyde Logan

Oneshots/Blurbs “I can’t believe you’re mine.”  Hay ride Yours and Clyde’s daughter getting in trouble for fighting with another student. “I’m not wearing any underwear. I thought you’d like to know.”* Disciplining his daughter Pregnancy sex * Car Wash - Thirsting over your fiance. * Cuddling/A quiet night at home

Flip Zimmerman

Oneshots/Blurbs “I think I’m in love with you.” “I need you to fuck me into oblivion.”* Keeping reader warm Flip being possessive Camping Possessive!Flip eats you out * Let It Snow! - Having sex with Flip in his family cabin.* Playing sexy truth or dare with Flip * Flip seeing reader’s breasts for the first time* Moving in with Flip* Asking Flip to be more dominant with you*

Headcanons Losing your virginity to Flip * Flip saying ‘I love you’ for the first time

Paterson

Oneshots/Blurbs Pussy is God - Sub!Paterson *

Pale

Oneshots/Blurbs Taking Pale to the carnival

Maurizio Gucci

Oneshots/Blurbs Celebrating reader’s birthday on a private yacht Falling in love at first sight “Want me to model these for you?” “Why do we have to keep hiding? I’m tired of being kept a secret.” Jealousy Bellissima - Reuniting with Maurizio in a hotel room. *

rynwritesstuff - 2023

[sweetrevxnge]

Ghosts In The Snow

Chapter One

Pairing: Vampire!Kylo Ren x Reader AU

Summary: Six long years had passed under the reign of the First Order. The bitter winters grew longer, and as they did, hope faded from the hearts of the citizens of Hosnian Prime. As a lieutenant in the Resistance cavalry, it was your duty to nurture that ember of hope. After a mission takes an unexpected turn, you are taken prisoner by a commander in the First Order, a mysterious man with an insatiable appetite—for violence, power, and you. In the coming days, you must keep the spark of your own hope alive from the dark confines of the Commander's castle.

Warnings: sexual content, violence, blood kink, gore, mentions/descriptions of injury and death

*concurrently being published on AO3 and Wattpad as well!

Chapter II

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Word count: 2.5k

A/N: Happy Halloween!!! I wanted to share the first chapter of the medieval/vampire AU fic that I've been working on for the past few months. Basically, I rewatched Game of Thrones and Castlevania and set out to write a Kylo Ren AU related to both. And what better time to start uploading it than Halloween!! My primary focus is still finishing Like Phantoms, Forever, but my goal is to continue working on and uploading this story as well. Let me know what you think of it!

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Icy wind burned your eyes as you rode under the moonless sky. Sparse trees passed by as your steed marched along the dark path, treading through the thick blanket of snow that covered the forest floor. Around you, delicate snowflakes floated down from the heavens, catching on the limbs of towering pines and landing on your cheeks, only to melt on your warm skin.

There was something hauntingly beautiful about this weather, with storm clouds draping the inky sky like a wool cloak, snuffing out the cool light of the moon and her stars. In the winter, nights like these were familiar. But not tonight.

This night was bitterly cold, the type of cold that even the thickest furs couldn’t warm. Now, after hours of trekking through the forest, you resented Commander Dameron’s decision for the squadron to not wear helmets. In theory, it seemed like the best way to increase visibility in the midnight hour. But now, with chattering teeth and a visibility of less than a few meters, you were less than pleased.

Commander Dameron had left his helmet behind at the base as well. Although, it was less of a rare occurrence for him. He seldom wore a full suit of armor, which under any other circumstance could be attributed to a plethora of reasons. Pride, confidence, or his incessant need to make his enemy aware that he was being slain by a more handsome man than he. Regardless of his reasoning, you didn’t outwardly oppose the Commander’s decision. If there was one thing you had learned during your time in the Resistance, it was to never question your commander, even over something as frivolous as a helmet. His orders came directly from the General, which meant regardless of your opinion on the matter, his discretion was final. General Organa was a pragmatic woman, and after six years of serving her, she had yet to lead you astray. You expected that tonight would be no different.

Covert operations were nothing new to you, having taken part in over a dozen successful missions before. Even when things became precarious, you were able to keep your wits about you and get your men out in one piece. It was for this reason that the General trusted you with the most sensitive missions, like tonight’s.

As you neared the location of the reported First Order encampment, trepidation rolled through your stomach. There was something uncomfortable about these woods, more than the typical unease of marching into the unknown, or the prospect of losing your men in a bloodbath. The forest felt suffocating, as if you were being swallowed by the trees the further you rode. Perhaps it was the moonless sky causing your skin to crawl, or the eerie silence that surrounded you.

In front of you, Commander Dameron was barely visible through the heavy snowfall, and further away than you would have liked him to be. But then again, that was how he typically operated.

His daring attitude and hunger for battle were just a few of your favorite qualities of his, with his striking good looks and razor-sharp wit following closely behind. He was a natural leader, often utilizing every quality in his arsenal to earn cooperation from his soldiers, including yourself.

The two of you worked well together, sharing a chemistry both in leadership and out in the field. Thanks to his effortless charisma and affinity for your presence, you had been his loyal right-hand for many years. The General could always rely on your squadron to extract the intelligence she needed, or defeat any amount of stormtroopers that impeded her cause.

For six long years, the sovereign state of Hosnian Prime had been plagued by war, its people forced to bend the knee to the usurper First Order or lose their head. While many citizens chose to submit their will, there were those who refused to comply, who sacrificed everything for liberty. The Resistance was born from their bravery, their determination to fight for what was just. It was their emblem that you wore proudly on your armor, the same emblem that inspired hope in the downtrodden and oppressed throughout the world.

The moment Vice Chancellor Snoke flaunted the severed head of Chancellor Villecham to the people of Republic City, you knew that fighting this war was your only option if you wanted to save your home. The carnage that ensued in the city square was nothing short of pure evil and to this day, despite the brutality you had since witnessed and partaken in, still made your stomach churn. In the days that followed, Snoke led vicious attacks on the remaining New Republic officials, with word of his violence reaching you and the other fugitives not long after. The destruction of Hosnian Prime’s liberty was the catalyst for your enlistment in the Resistance, and remained as the motivation to end this civil war.

You tried not to dwell much on that horrific day, but it was difficult to avoid on long rides like this, finding that your mind would often drift there when you were riding towards an imminent battle. The tight secrecy of this operation was unsettling, but what little information you did know was repeating ceaselessly in your head.

The purpose of this mission was to ambush a suspected First Order camp, one that was said to be housing a handful of its leading officers. By all accounts, it was meant to be a fairly typical intelligence extraction and execution, except there would be no execution, as the General had placed a strict defense-only order on this mission, meaning you were not to strike an attack unless it was a defensive measure. Such an order left much to be answered, but from what you knew of war, it likely meant that General Organa couldn’t afford to lose the men. It also meant that whichever First Order officials were residing at this camp were not vital to its operation, for if they were, the next sunrise they would see would be from the top of wooden spikes.

The General’s briefing was not unlike many of her others. It was short and eloquent as always, but by the end of it, she was practically ordering the group out of the room, rather than her usual dismissal of telling everyone to get back to work. You, along with every other person involved in this operation, were left confused by her behavior, left to your imagination to fill in the gaps. It wasn’t long before gossip began to spread throughout the unit.

A misstep from your horse pulled you back to the present, prompting you to soothe her fright before she could make too much noise. It was imperative to the success of this ambush that none of your men—or their horses—made a sound.

After a few strokes down her spine and quiet, reassuring whispers, her pace steadied. You looked ahead for the signal from Commander Dameron that you were approaching the encampment, but in the hazy clearing, his presence had been reduced to a set of tracks left into the snow.

The festering dread in your gut became unbearable as you continued to trudge through the dark foliage, debating whether or not it would be appropriate to catch up to Commander Dameron and share your concerns. You could only imagine the lecture you would receive from the General if you strayed from the plan in any manner, but at the same time, you trusted your instinct. Something didn’t feel right.

The crunch of snow beneath hooves and the light rattle of armor were the only sounds that filled the air. That was until a scream pierced the night air, sending a chill colder than the snow down your spine.

Panic rose in your chest as your horse reared off the ground and spun wildly, frightened beyond your control. You tried to orient yourself in the darkness, scanning the white haze for your men, as well as your commander.

Another scream followed shortly after, along with a string of cries from the soldier’s horse. One final wail sliced through the air like a banshee cry, full of agony, before the world fell silent.

There was someone else—or something else—in these woods.

The soldiers behind you erupted in a cacophony of confusion, worry, and pleas to the gods for mercy. You steered your horse away from them, more concerned with Commander Dameron’s safety than theirs. As terrible as it seemed, soldiers were expendable, leadership was not. Besides, if you fell back to help them, your fate would be the same as theirs—bloody and mangled.

More anguished cries rang throughout the dark woods, following you as you rushed forward, whipping the reins to keep your pace.

“Commander? Commander?!” you shouted into the abyss of the night. You uttered a quiet prayer as you waited for his response.

The whisper of wind was all you received in return.

“COMMANDER!” you screamed, your throat burning from the wintry air as you cried out.

Nothing.

With bleary eyes, you continued to ride, dodging the brush and rogue branches hanging in your path. It was then that a horrible realization occurred to you. Aside from the sound of your shallow breaths and hooves stomping, the forest was utterly silent.

Your panic quickly transformed into terror. The sounds of slaughter that had been trailing you had ceased. Whatever had been hunting your men could now only be hunting you.

There was no time to waste. Adrenaline rushed through your veins as you unlatched your boots from the saddle and prepared to dismount your horse, hoping to be a smaller target on foot.

Before you could swing your leg over the saddle to jump down, an invisible blow struck the center of your chest, hurling you backwards through the air until you collided with the rough bark of a tall pine.

Bright spots filled your vision as you hit the frozen ground, gasping for air despite the ache spreading through your ribs. A high pitch rang in your ears as you pushed yourself up and staggered to your feet. The snow beneath you was stained red, and from the taste of copper in your mouth and the tender sore on your tongue, it was clear that you had bitten it during the fall.

Away from your sight, your horse neighed and reared wildly, galloping over the roots buried beneath the snow and snapping dry branches that covered her path. For a moment, you hoped that she was running towards you, that her senses would guide her back to you. But you were a fool. 

The sound of ripping flesh and a final, harrowing cry from your horse resonated through the woods, followed by a heavy thud and a deafening silence.

You blinked the falling snowflakes away from your eyes as you stood there, rooted in the snow, trying to see which direction the midnight creature would attack from. Your heart was a few beats away from bursting through your chest, which would likely be a less painful death than what was to come.

The outline of a figure breached the snowfall, stalking towards you as you retreated on your heels, fueled by the adrenaline coursing through you.

As you reached for your sword, your limbs were frozen in place, as if your body had been wrapped in nonexistent restraints. Your breath caught in your throat. Resisting the energy proved futile, tiring your muscles and leaving you entirely defenseless. You watched in horror as the creature came into view.

“Was that you I heard calling for me, my dear?”

You could barely hear the question over the hammering of your pulse. The voice was low and brassy, and almost sounded amused. As it drew closer, you were surprised to find that the owner was not a bloodthirsty monster, but a man.

You lifted your chin and blinked back the tears that welled in your eyes, hoping to appear brave in the face of death.

“You certainly were difficult to catch,” he growled, stepping through the haze. “But the difficult ones always make for the best hunt.”

The man stepped into view, his dark armor a stark contrast to the backdrop of snowfall. In the drops of moonlight that spilled through the clouds, you could make out the details of his helmet—a haunting, black mask with silver ridges outlining the eye shield, gleaming in the waning light.

“What are you doing all the way up here, officer?” he asked, tilting his head slightly as he raised a gloved hand to your face, his outstretched fingers nearly grazing your skin.

“I–” you began to say before you choked on your words. An excruciating pain split your skull, unlike anything you had experienced before. The sensation could only be compared to something found in nightmares, crafted in the fires of Hell for the most unabashed sinners. The tears you had fought to hold back finally spilled from your eyes, freezing as they rolled down your cheeks while the masked man rummaged through your mind.

“You’re a lieutenant,” he said quietly, his intrigue evident even through his helmet.

You didn’t try to deny his statement, all too aware that your rank was the only thing keeping you from suffering the same fate as the rest of your men.

“A woman as second-in-command…” He traced the back of his hand along your jaw, the smooth leather interrupting the stream of tears that ran from your eyes.

Slowly, he moved behind you, examining you how a butcher would inspect a lamb before the slaughter. Through the shield of his mask, you could feel his eyes roaming over you. 

Acid bubbled in your throat as you stood there, helpless to the force that held you in place. The fate of your men seemed like salvation in comparison to what was likely awaiting you.

Would he take you prisoner? Would he violate you? How long would you suffer before succumbing to your inevitable fate?

Each thought piled onto the other as they raced through your head. You were grateful that he had released his grip on your mind, that your fears were known only to you.

Behind him, a handful of other men emerged from the night, standing in a tight formation behind their leader. The other parties responsible for the massacre of your men, you presumed.

“Sir, we were unable to locate the Commander,” one of the men informed him.

He moved closer behind you, pieces of his armor grazing yours. “Forget him. We have what we need.”

Before you could process his words, the energy around your limbs disappeared and you swayed, suddenly dizzy, like you had indulged in one too many glasses of wine. The edges of your vision blurred and despite wanting to kick your attacker and run as far as you could, your legs wouldn’t budge. The last thing you felt before darkness rushed in was a pair of strong arms wrapping around you as your body went slack, sealing your fate.

[renstardust]

How did He manage to woo you before the other suitors could even arrive, Princess?

[ladyxskywalker]

JULY 2022 (part one)

fandoms featured on this list; star wars, kenobi, the mandalorian, rogue one, & triple frontier 💫

thank you to the amazing fic writers for sharing some wonderful stories with all of us ! & to the kind readers for their support. 💙

please assume that all works & the blogs they belong to are 18+ only

mature adult content will be marked with a double asterisk **

be sure to check all warnings & tags before reading, feel free to skip if something isn't for you

& of course, enjoy responsibly

all the love xo A ☕

✨️ apologies for this month’s list being a little shorter than usual ! I had some things going on, so some of these are comfort reads, & repeats that I’ve read again, new things I’ve read, or various series that I’ve started. hope you enjoy ! & happy reading ! 🤗

please send me things to read ! favorite fics or something you've written that you're proud of ! 💌

find more monthly fic recs over on my masterlist, Aug 2022 coming soon ! ✨

please let me know if you would like to be removed

✨ new authors & characters added for the first time !

STAR WARS

✨ some authors are mentioned more than once throughout the list, check to see if your works are there !

✨ Anakin Skywalker

Stars, Hide Your Fires by @dearviper ao3 (sith!reader) (cw: major character death, mace windu)

Stay In My Memories (series) by @blxckmccn on ao3 (kenobi series) (inquisitor!f!reader) (canon divergence, lost memories, love triangle) (obi wan, anakin skywalker | darth vader) **

Stolen Moments by @full-time-make-believer, FullTimeMakeBeliever on ao3 (f!reader)

✨ Armitage Hux

Between the Wars by @mylifeisactuallyamess (f!reader, or gn!reader)

The Crystalline Knowledge of You (series) by @Irma7x on ao3 (practical magic au) (armitage hux, kylo ren) (f!reader) **

Prompts – Hux has baby fever by @mylifeisactuallyamess (cw: children, babies) (f!reader)

✨ Boba Fett

Arise, Ascend (series) by @zinzinina (f!reader) **

✨ Din Djarin

Brown Eyes (series) by @mandelirious (coffee shop au) (modern au)

Distracted by @ghostwiththemostbitch (sex pollen, consensual) (f!reader) **

Grogu’s Teacher (series) by @firstofficerwiggles (mand’alor!din) (f!reader)

Like A Moth to the Flame by @the-scandalorian (monster!dark!din) (dark beauty & the beast au) (f!reader) **

Skydalorian (series) (three works) by @celestial-alignment @Celestial_Alignment on ao3 (din x luke) **

The Mand’alor and the Jedi (series) (four works) by @theunacknowledged on ao3 (general)

You got me flowers? by @writingforcurrentobsessions

Prompts – ‘you deserve better than what you've got’ & ‘you're not at war anymore you could come home’ by @forever-rogue (f!reader)

✨ Kylo Ren

Mornings by @starsandroots (sir ren universe) (supreme leader!kylo) (wife!f!reader) **

Sparks and Embers (series) by @paper-n-ashes, paper_in_ashes on ao3 (kylo ren x ofc, poe dameron x ofc) **

✨ Obi Wan Kenobi

Daybreak by @zinzinina (cw: semi public sex) (tpm!obi) (f!reader) **

Dust to Dust, ii by @avarkriss (f!reader) **

The Language of Flowers (series) by @huffle-pissed (medieval au) (knight!obi)

Like Turning on the Light by @full-time-make-believer (f!reader) **

Made in the A.M. (series) by @strwrs @kittfisto on ao3 (gn!reader)

The Morning After by @scribble-dribble-writes

The River by @kittfisto on ao3 (gn!reader) **

Skin & Bones, ii by @hellotherekenobi **

Soft Family Fluff, ii, & iii by @forever-rogue (dad!obi wan) (wifef!reader) (cw:children)

✨ Padme Amidala

Stay In My Memories (series) by @blxckmccn on ao3 (kenobi series) (inquisitor!f!reader) (canon divergence, lost memories, love triangle) (obi wan, anakin skywalker, darth vader) **

[link under anakin skywalker ^^]

Prompts – Padme is feeling overwhelmed by taking care of the twins, Obi Wan is there for her by @labyrinth-runner (obidala)

✨ Paz Vizsla

Soulmate Prompts – your soulmate’s name appears as a tattoo by @ohheyitsokay (f!reader) **

✨ Poe Dameron

Back by @roanniom **

How We Fall by @uwingdispatch (gn!reader) **

It’s Always Belonged to You by @im-poe-dameron (f!reader) **

Quiet by @the-little-ewok (f!reader) **

Ten, Eleven, Twelve by @foxilayde (f!reader) **

Prompt – ‘I have the feeling that you’re trying not to kiss me and I give you permission to just do it.’ by @disabledameron (gn!reader)

ROGUE ONE

✨ Cassian Andor

A Story of A Princess by @storiesmadeofstars on ao3 (cassian andor x leia organa) (cw: children)

Departures by @storiesmadeofstars on ao3 (cassian andor x leia organa) (pre-rogue one)

Enemies to Lovers Prompt, ‘What do you want?!’ ‘You!’ by @autumnleaves1991-blog (f!reader) **

Steam, Domestic Intimacy Prompt, by @poeticandors

Tell the Galaxy A Tale by @storiesmadeofstars on ao3 (cassian andor & leia organa)

There Will Be A Time by @storiesmadeofstars on ao3 (cassian andor x leia organa) (canon divergence, post rogue one)

Unfaltering by @uwingdispatch (cw: chronic illness, pain, ptsd, implied sexual intimacy) (gn!reader) **

TRIPLE FRONTIER

✨ Benny Miller

Sunshine State (series) by @brewsterispunkk (f!reader) **

Words Unsaid, & Help From An Old Friend by @autumnleaves1991-blog (f!reader)

✨ Frankie Morales

Back on Your Feet (Fries & Peaches) by @the-blind-assassin-12 (f!reader)

The Flamingo & The Fish by @the-blind-assassin-12 (writer’s iron chef)

Frankie…Frankie from Across the Street by @icanbeyourjedi (f!reader) (cw: ptsd, fireworks, drinking, food) **

Paper Planes, ii by @hopeamarsu (soulmate au) (f!reader) **

Prompt – ‘I know you probably hate me right now, I get it.’ by @forever-rogue (f!reader)

✨ Santiago Garcia

Prompts – ‘I’ve always wondered what it would be like to kiss you’ by @dailyreverie (cw: alcohol)

✨ Will Miller

Wisteria & Moonlight (series) by @artemiseamoon (werewolf au, priestess!ofc) (original characters) **

** be sure to check out part two for moon knight, pedro pascal characters, & more multi fandom recs 📖

[0ystercatcher]

i rmmr when the first new star wars movie came out in cinemas n we saw kylo ren with his sexy little mask on being all edgy dark mysterious n i was like wooo but then he took off that helmet n i ... got so disappointed anyways i think mr driver has pretty eyes but thats about it that im gonna give 2 him

i think he has striking features for sure like i dont think hes ugly... but hes also. not that cute. defo not cute enough to warrant ten thousand medieval kylo ren (????) x fem reader posts im sick of it!!!

[direnightshade]

Devil I Know / Chpt. 1

Cast out of the Royal House of Alderaan by his own hand, having turned his back on the Church of the Jedi in favor of the Church of the Sith, Kylo falls deeper into the seduction of the dark side and bends further to Snoke’s will. But when word comes of a successor, one adopted into the Royal Family to carry on the lineage, Kylo comes forward to stake his rightful claim to the throne.

Warnings: Violence, Kidnapping Template Credit: supcuppie

As always, you can find this over on AO3.

Sunlight streams in through the open-air windows of the castle, bringing with it a springtime warmth that wraps itself around you as you rouse from your sleep, limbs stretching to dispel the grogginess. Outside, white-winged birds chirp, their melodic sound filling the room with their pleasantries. As if on cue, the wooden door to your room opens, cast iron hinges groaning with the effort as your Lady-in-waiting steps in to assist with your morning rituals.

“Good morning!” The sound of Kaydel’s voice fills the room, though you don’t find it to be unpleasant. It is every bit her: contagiously joyous.

You smile at her just as you sit upright in your large bed, offering her a good morning in return, a yawn finding its way to your mouth just as your greeting concludes.

“Are you excited for today,” Kaydel asks, the smile that she so often wears making yet another appearance.

There’s a small huff on your part, and only when she begins to turn down the sheets do you remove yourself from the bed, the long nightgown that you wear flowing against the cold stone floor. “I suppose. Though, I’m unsure if this is the right time. Leia still has so much life left in her,” you reply, toes wiggling beneath the hem of your nightgown as you allow your feet to acclimate to the temperature difference of the floor.

It isn’t unheard of for a Queen to give up her crown to a successor before her time on Alderaan has come to an end, but Leia has always been such a good, strong leader. The thought of her giving up the throne for someone with such little experience, someone like you, to take over...it causes unease to settle into the pit of your stomach.

“She’s trained you well, and let us not forget that she is not going anywhere. She’ll advise you when you need it; be your voice of reason and logic in times when it calls for such.” Kaydel does her best to soothe your worries, as she has done for years now, but despite even her best efforts, nothing can quite quell the feeling of despair that hangs heavy over your head.

You take tentative steps, moving to stand before the foot of the bed so that Kaydel may help you out of your nightgown and into your coronation dress. Leia had allowed you to take part in the making of your dress, let you give your input on how you’d like it to be shaped, what color it should be, and what accents should adorn it, and now, as you slip out of your nightgown and into the dress with Kaydel’s assistance, you can’t help but be grateful for her graciousness. Though you’re unable to see how it looks on yourself, the way that Kaydel gasps once she comes to stand before you says all that you need to know about how it looks on you.

The dress is primarily golden in color, for the sunrise, you’d said when you’d initially given your input. Dark blue accents are woven in, running down the length of the dress’ skirt and arms. “You’re a vision,” Kaydel says, interjecting into your own thoughts, her words eliciting a smile of satisfaction from you. “Now,” she starts, disappearing from view when she steps behind you, “all that’s left to do is tame that hair of yours.”

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The Great Hall is teeming with life as nobles from across Alderaan have come to gather, wanting nothing more than to watch as Leia passes her crown down to you. There are whispers among the crowd, however, ones that tell another tale of a son who was meant to succeed Leia; a son who has every right to take the throne should he so desire, his natural born heritage overriding that of your own claim. But he had chosen a different path, sought out the Church of the Sith, abandoning the Church of the Jedi and with it, his title and seat on the throne. He’d wanted power of a different kind. Ruling Alderaan had not been enough for him.

It had been not long after his disappearance from the Aldera Royal Palace that you’d come along, adopted into the family for the sake of carrying on the royal lineage. Leia had cared for you as if you were her own, ensuring that she raised you with every ounce of knowledge that she carried, save for the knowledge of her son, and you’d been forever grateful for the life that she’d given you, the life that she continues to give to you.

Leia has already taken her usual seat at the head of the room, but where there was only once one seat, there now are two, the second reserved for you on this most special day.

Music sounds from the far corner of the room, a woman plucking at a harp’s strings to fill the space with harmonious sound, the notes just barely audible beneath the chatter of the nobles who occupy the space in various seats. You are standing behind a pillar that separates the hallway from the Great Hall, nerves finally having settled in and causing your hands to tremble. Kaydel reaches for you, clasping your hands in yours in a reassuring gesture, a smile touching her mouth just as it had earlier in the morning. “You needn’t be nervous,” she whispers so only you can hear. “This is the most important day of your life and you will do swimmingly. Leia will ensure it.”

You smile in return, hands ceasing their shaking, if only for the moment, and you give her hands a gentle squeeze in thanks. “It’s natural to have nerves,” you joke, to which Kaydel huffs out a laugh, her head nodding in agreement.

“That it is.” Her hands slip from yours just as the music changes to signal that the ceremony is about to begin. Inside the Great Hall, shuffling can be heard as the last of the nobles take their seats in preparation to watch the new Queen be crowned.

You do as what has been practiced in days previously, taking slow, steady strides down the pathway that’s been carved out for you, making your way straight down to where the throne lies, and Leia sits. Luke is there now, representing the Church of the Jedi, and ensuring that the transition from one monarch to another goes smoothly. You’ve nearly made it, to the end of your walk when a commotion breaks out, your body twisting away from the throne that’s in front of you so that you may face the doors of the Grand Hall.

Screaming can be heard, farther away at first, but then louder now as the commotion draws closer.

The familiar sense of dread from earlier in the day settles back into the pit of your stomach, and your hands find your torso as if to quell the sensation. The doors to the Grand Hall open, and a collective gasp rings out throughout the room.

“No,” you hear Luke exclaim behind you.

“I feared this day would come.” Leia, ever true to her nature, is the only one who remains calm in the face of danger.

Standing at the threshold of the room is none other than her son, the famed Sith knight, Sir Kylo Ren.

[mrs-gucci]

On the Throne {king!Kylo Ren x queen!Reader} [drabble]

anonymous:

sex in the throne room with king kylo

author’s notes: hello, hello! my mind went to a very, very dirty place with this one haha.

warnings: smut. sex in front of people. 

(possible) tw’s: very public sex.

terms to know

culver means “dove” (an affectionate nickname)

King Kylo Ren has never been afraid to break the rules or to stray from tradition when it comes to ruling the kingdom. The same applies to his behavior, his habits, his tendencies.

One of his favorite practices? Having you ride his cock while meeting with meager villagers and peasants. Gods he loves the way it makes him feel, makes the raw power and dominance surge through his veins.

The skirts of your dress are splayed out over his lap and you sink down on his stiff member, head falling forward onto his shoulder. A low grunt rumbles through his throat, a long exhale slipping through his clenched teeth.

“Good girl.” He purrs into your ear, then commands his first meeting of the day to come into the throne room.

A meek-looking man walks into the throne room, eyes widening as he takes in the scene unfolding before him. You whine softly as you begin to gently bounce up and down on Kylo’s cock, hand wrapped tightly in the hair on the back of his head.

“Speak, peasant.” Kylo’s voice cuts through the room like a sword.

The poor villager is trying not to stare too long at the bouncing woman on his lap, but it’s awfully difficult.

“Y-Yes, your majesty, I...our v-village provides the palace’s, uh...wheat supply, a-and...we’d love s-some additional f-funding for this season’s c-crops”

His chuckle is devilish, hand tracing over the curve of your hip. “Look, culver, I think he likes you. He’s aroused already.”

“Mm, I bet he’d love a little display, don’t you think?” You smirk, mouthing at his earlobe and mewling in his ear.

“R-Really, that’s n-not necessary, majesties.”

“Silence!” He exclaims, releasing a shaky exhale when he feels your insides clamp down around him. “There we go, culver, what a good girl. Go a little faster for me, now...that’s it.”

You’re right on the edge now, noises getting a bit louder. The poor man is likely rock-hard by now, but Kylo continues to converse with him as if his wife isn’t about to cum around his length.

“Ooooo, Kylo, I’m right t-there.”

As the villager stumbles over his words, Kylo’s hand slips down beneath your skirts until his fingers tease your stiffened clit. You gasp and then you’re finished, burying your face into the crook of his neck as your juicy release leaks out around his shaft.

Your arousal brings on his own only moments later, and his hips thrust up until he reaches his peak, spilling his seed up into your spasming cunt. His breath is shaky as he exhales, head falling back for a second.

His recovery time is impressive, as only a few seconds later he’s back to negotiating with the peasant.

“The kingdom will cover the cost of new animals and nothing more. Now, get out of my sight.”

[amadwomanrambles]

Regina Mei - Kylo Ren Moodboard 

I like it when you beg. I’ll like it better when you scream

One - Two - Three - Four - Five - Six - Seven - Eight

[safarigirlsp]

✨🎄✨ Winter & Christmas Fics ✨🎄✨

Dashing through the Snow

Hogwarts Jacques Le Gris x OC

Word Count: 5.3k

Warnings: NSFW. Smut. Fluff. Romance. Humor.

AO3 Link

Christmas Song Prompt: Sleigh Ride

Author’s Note: My lovely friend Zannah @babbushka has graciously allowed me to take two of her characters for a wintery ride because I’m obsessed! Please enjoy this Christmas special featuring Hogwarts Professor Jacques Le Gris and Pandora set in the Spellbound universe!

Joyeux Noel

Jacques Le Gris x Reader

Word Count: 4.7k

Warnings: None. Romance. Light Angst. Fluff. Humor. Weird, right?

Christmas Song Prompt: All I Want for Christmas is You

AO3 Link

Author’s Note: Please enjoy your first Christmas with Jacques!

Mistletoe

Jacques Le Gris x Reader

Word Count: 5.7k

Warnings: NSFW. Very Public Smut. Orgies. Exhibitionism. Alcohol. Humor. Strip Chess.

Christmas Song Prompt: Rockin’ Around the Christmas Tree

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Author’s Note: Please enjoy your second Christmas with Jacques at Pierre’s Christmas Party!

Krampusnacht

Knight Kylo x Reader

Word Count: 9.7k

Warnings: NSFW. Smut. Violence. Gore. Medieval battle scenes. Non-graphic mentions of violence against children. Hypothermia. Merry Krampusnacht!

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Bah Humbug

Flip Zimmerman x Reader

Kylo Ren x Reader

Charlie Barber x Reader

Clyde Logan x Reader

Word Count: 18.2k

Warnings: NSFW. Smut. Language. Angst. Non-Graphic Mentions of Murder and Main Character Death. Bastardization of Classic Literature.

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Author’s Note: Here’s my bastardized version of A Christmas Carol!

Off with A Bang!

Flip Zimmerman x Reader

Word Count: 10.8k

Warnings: NSFW. Language. Extra Smut. Graphic Violence. Gun Violence. Knife Violence. Lots of Violence. Action themes.

AO3 Link

Author’s Note: Please enjoy my contribution to the New Year’s Eve celebration! There aren’t enough fics out there of Flip being a badass, so I’m fixing that! Buckle up for a John Wick/John McClane style holiday! ✨🥂✨Happy New Year✨🥂✨

Santa’s Little Helper

Gunfighter Flip Zimmerman x Reader

Word Count: 6.1k

Warnings: NSFW. Smut. Flip Hating Life. Humor.

Christmas Song Prompt: Run Run Rudolph

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Nice Until Proven Naughty

Flip Zimmerman x Reader

Word Count: 3.8k

Warnings: NSFW. Smut. Romance. Fluff. Humor. Lumberjack Kink.

Christmas Song Prompt: Winter Wonderland

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Knockout

Flip Zimmerman x Reader

Word Count: 2.9k

Warnings: NSFW. Language. Smut. Playful Fluff. Humor.

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Winter Warmth

Clyde Logan x Reader

Word Count: 2.9k

Warnings: NSFW. Language. Smut. Fluff.

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Feels Like Christmas Morning

Pale x Reader

Word Count: 4.2k

Warnings: NSFW. Language. Smut. Fluff. Humor.

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[rynwritesstuff]

King of my Heart - Chapter One

Summary of Story: After being kidnapped and held prisoner by pirates, you flee their clutches and escape into the forest a few miles away from the palace. You are found by a dashing young man, Benjamin. He rescues you, and it is then that you find out that Benjamin is royalty. Benjamin helps you recover from the trauma you faced, and in the midst of everything, a beautiful love blooms between the two of you.

Summary of chapter: Ben brings you to the castle, and his servants set up a bath for you. Meanwhile, Ben breaks the news of your presence to his father, the King.

This story will contain: Mentions/talk of rape/sexual assault, sexism, mentions/talk of being captured, NSFW content (PIV sex, name-calling, oral sex), and more (in-depth chapter warning is below)

This chapter contains: Brief flashback to sexual assault

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Read the prologue here

You’re soaked with rain by the time Ben gets you to the castle, and thunder booms overhead. Lightning cracks in the sky, and you startle each time the loud noise occurs. You’re still gripping Ben’s shirt, keeping yourself close to him. 

He is strong, sturdy, and unbreakable. You feel safe with him, and there is a feeling deep down that tells you: You will never see the pirates again. You are alright.

You open your eyes when the horse finally comes to a stop, and when you look up, you are astounded to see that you’re at the royal palace. 

Your eyes widen. 

“I-I, Sir, what–”

Ben gets off the horse, then offers you his hand. You shakily take it. 

“My name is Benjamin,” he says, “but you may call me ‘Ben’.”

Your breath hitches. Prince Benjamin. This man is Prince Benjamin.

“Oh God, I look dreadful, I am deeply sorry that you have to see me in this way, Sir–”

“Please, miss,” Ben says, a gentle and kind smile on his face, “do not worry yourself. You look just fine.”

He’s lying to you. You don’t mind. 

“I do not know what to say,” you tell him softly. “Thank you.”

Ben shakes his head as he takes hold of your wrist and guides you towards the palace’s entrance. You startle as he does this. 

Visions flash through your mind of the pirates grabbing your wrists, pinning you down, and assaulting you. Tears fill your eyes, but you dare not pull away. You are afraid it will upset Ben. 

His touch is far more gentle, though, and although the action disturbs you, it does not ruin you. You remain calm. 

“There is no need to thank me, miss,” he says. His voice is smooth and deep and kind. It makes you want to weep. 

Guards greet the prince with bows and nods, and Ben greets them back. You look around, turning your head to the side and admiring the beautiful castle. Never in your wildest dreams could you imagine a place so beautiful, so decadent, so magnificent. 

You come from a poor village several towns over. You’d been on the pirates’ ship for days and nights, how many, exactly, you cannot remember. They stole you away from your family when they entered your village, and after raiding your home and taking any valuables, they decided that they’d like to keep you as well. 

You’re getting lost in thought once more, and you barely notice that Ben has been speaking to you. You look at him. 

“I am sorry, I–”

He flashes you that kind, gentle smile once more. 

“Please,” he says, “stop apologizing. You haven’t a thing to be sorry for. I simply asked if you’d like a bath.”

You nod quickly. 

“Oh, please.”

You cannot recall the last time you bathed. 

“Alright,” Ben says before gesturing for you to follow him up a large, grand staircase. “I will have my maids take care of you. You will be in good hands, miss.”

You nod. Finally, women. Women, who will not touch you roughly as men have for the past however-many-days, weeks, months. You nearly sigh with relief as Ben hands you off to the two women, Margaret and Cecilia. 

Both women are young and beautiful, and you feel silly in comparison to them. Your clothing is raggedy, and you must reek of sweat and the pirates’ dirty seed. You shudder at the thought. 

“Come, dear,” Margaret says, taking your hand. You look at Ben. He nods. 

“Go,” he says. “I will be back shortly to check on you.”

You nod, letting the women pull you towards one of the many bedrooms on the second floor of the castle. There is a tub in the middle of the room, almost as if they had been expecting you. The women begin to fill the tub with water, and you stand back, still trembling as you watch them. You close your eyes for a moment. 

“Thank you,” you say softly minutes later when the tub is full. They women nod. 

“We will leave you to wash yourself, then,” Cecilia says. She smiles at you before she and Margaret leave the room. You let out a shaky breath as you begin to undress. 

Once you are naked, you step into the tub. You sigh at the feeling of the hot water around you. You submerge as much of your body as you can, and the grime begins to come off. You dip your head beneath the water, and the dirt and sweat comes out of your hair. You sigh. 

Downstairs, in the throne room, sits the King, Han. Ben stands before him, nervously thinking about how to tell his father that he has brought home a random woman he found in the woods. 

“I was in the forest today,” Ben says hesitantly. “And–”

“What have you done?” Han asks. Ben nearly laughs. 

“I found a woman. She was frightened out of her mind and running from pirates, and–”

“If you brought this woman into our home, God help you.”

“. . .”

Han groans, pinching the bridge of his nose. 

“Oh, Christ,” he says. “Where is she?”

“Upstairs,” Ben says. 

The King huffs. 

“Benjamin, how could you . . . ?”

“She needed help, father. You should have seen her! She was terrified!”

“I do not care!” Han exclaims. “You brought a stranger – a peasant –  into our home!”

“Father!”

Han huffs. 

“Bring her to me.”

“She is bathing,” Ben says. 

“After she is finished, then, Benjamin!”

Ben nods. 

“Alright,” he says softly. He turns away and walks upstairs. 

You are just getting out of the tub when a knock comes at the door. You are standing behind a curtain as you dress in the clothing that the maids left for you. 

“Come in,” you say, and in walks the prince. He cannot see you, but just knowing that you are nude behind the curtain has him blushing. 

“Are you feeling better, miss?” he asks, staring at the ground. 

You nod even though he cannot see you. 

“I am,” you tell him, pulling on the stockings and shoes after getting on the smock and dress. 

You step out from behind the curtain once you are fully dressed, and Ben looks up. His eyes widen. 

You . . . You are stunning. You are gorgeous. You are, by far, the most wonderful woman he has ever set eyes on. He smiles. 

“Wow,” he breathes. His cheeks flush, and he clears his throat. “I . . . I apologize, I did not mean to say that aloud.”

You smile for the first time in a long while. 

“That is alright,” you say softly. 

Ben takes a small step forward, and he smells the perfume on you. He hums. 

“Will you tell me your name, miss?” 

You do, and Ben nods. He takes your hand and kisses the back of it. 

“It is a pleasure to meet you,” he says. “I would like to introduce you to my father.”

Your heart begins to race again. 

“O-Oh, I–”

“He is a very kind man,” Ben says reassuringly. He is lying, just as he was when he said you looked fine earlier. “He will understand your situation.”

You nod, fiddling with your hands anxiously. 

“Yes, Sir.”

Ben offers you his hand. 

“Please,” he says. “There is no need for formalities. You may call me ‘Ben’.”

You nod. This is his second time telling you to call him ‘Ben’, and you do not want to upset him by disobeying.

“Alright, Ben.”

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Ghosts In The Snow

Chapter Five

Pairing: Vampire!Kylo Ren x Reader AU

Summary: Six long years had passed under the reign of the First Order. The bitter winters grew longer, and as they did, hope faded from the hearts of the citizens of Hosnian Prime. As a lieutenant in the Resistance cavalry, it was your duty to nurture that ember of hope. After a mission takes an unexpected turn, you are taken prisoner by a commander in the First Order, a mysterious man with an insatiable appetite—for violence, power, and you. In the coming days, you must keep the spark of your own hope alive from the dark confines of the Commander's castle.

Warnings: sexual content, violence, blood kink, gore, mentions/descriptions of injury and death

*concurrently being published on AO3 and Wattpad as well!

Chapter I

Chapter II

Chapter III

Chapter IV

Spotify Playlist

Word count: 3k

Chapter-specific CW: compulsion, light emotional manipulation (but it's ok bc he's a hot vampire)

A/N: "how am I supposed to live laugh love under these conditions?" -y/n to kylo probably

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“After you, my dear.”

The threshold of the doorway was all that stood between you and the prospect of freedom. Or at least, so you thought.

Moonlight peaked through the dark clouds above, flooding the spacious courtyard Ren had brought you to with silver light. Disappointment sank through you like a stone—not that you were expecting him to loosen your invisible lead enough to allow you to roam an open area of the castle’s property. All things considered, this was generous.

Tentatively, you stepped out into the night, disregarding your lack of footwear as you followed the ivory tiles lining the path. Short, frostbitten hedges surrounded you, perfectly manicured despite their leaves being brittle and sparse. Snowflakes dusted the earth, falling like tiny, frozen kisses on your skin.

Woven throughout the foliage were dozens of rosebushes, their thorns now all that remained of their beauty. It wasn’t difficult to imagine the garden in bloom, with rays of sunlight bathing the roses until their petals unfurled, inviting bees to collect pollen from each colorful bundle. But spring had long since passed. The stems had morphed into skeletons, their wilted petals cracking under the blanket of frost. It was oddly beautiful; something that was once so vibrant, now faded and cold, preserved by winter’s embrace.

Around you stood the high walls of the castle, with elegant archways and stained windows. Everything felt venerable, even down to the footsteps immortalized in the tile from centuries of tread, aging the fortress well beyond the Empire’s rule. Judging by the weathered state of the walls encasing you, the castle was likely constructed during the Grand Republic’s reign, dating it beyond the past three hundred years. To think that there was a time when its halls had been occupied by diplomats—ones who placed the interests of the people above their own aspirations. Much like the garden, their memory had faded in the presence of the First Order.

You stopped in front of two black iron benches arranged in the center of the court. They accented the focal piece of the garden: a pond, sheathed by a layer of glistening ice. You pictured a family of ducks paddling through it in the summer, creating tiny ripples as they splashed the cool water onto their feathers. The irony of peace existing in a place of such violence.

“What do you think?” Ren asked behind you, joining you in observation of the frozen water.

Releasing a long breath, you answered bluntly, “It’s hard to say. Everything’s dead.”

He chuckled at your honesty. “Yes. But even now, there is a certain beauty to it, wouldn’t you agree?” He stepped closer, pressing his chest flush against your back, offering you no heat. There was nothing warm or soft about him. For all you knew, he was made of marble beneath the layer of black fabric—his body temperature suggesting as much.

You instinctively pulled away, turning to face him. Quick breaths passed through your lips, the wisps of vapor lingering in the air like ghosts. Ren was frightening and beautiful, making him the most dangerous kind of monster. Not the kind that mothers warned their children of through tales, hoping to deter them from venturing too far into the woods, but the kind that the ladies at court would gossip about. The handsome devil.

“From a certain point of view, I suppose,” you finally said, turning your back on him once again. You didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of agreeing—even if he had heard your inner dialogue earlier.

Ren walked alongside you as you continued to meander through the garden. Even the slightest brush of his arm made the hair on the back of your neck stand. Although, in fairness, the culprit could very well have been the winter air, too.

You considered making conversation with him, less because you were interested in what he had to say, but rather as a pleasantry in return for the change of scenery. When you opened your mouth to speak, you found that the words were lodged in your throat, impossible to push out. Perhaps it was the icy air burning your airway, or another force entirely. Regardless, you continued to walk in silence, sorting through your thoughts—as you suspected he was, too.

It seemed as if the tile path had transformed into shards of glass by the way your feet ached, each step sending a wave of pain through your nerves. Determined to stay outside as long as possible, you ignored it, slowing your pace to accommodate.

“You’re shivering,” Ren stated, as if you were somehow unaware of your chattering teeth.

“Yes, I know.”

“Would you like to go inside?”

You froze in place, but unlike in the forest, this was not his doing. He came to stand in front of you, tracing your face with eyes as black as obsidian.

“I doubt that decision is mine to make,” you countered. The illusion of free will—as if you weren’t trapped in this castle because of him.

“You would be dead if it weren’t for me.”

You let out an incredulous laugh. “Oh, yes, how could I forget? The man who slaughtered my entire squadron—my savior.”

His jaw tensed. “It’s not as if I was acting of my volition. I was merely protecting my men, keeping my oath. Surely that is something you can understand.”

Of course it was. But you had failed to do that, and now you would spend a lifetime being haunted by it.

“Enough,” you said, tearing your eyes away from him as you turned to face the withering garden. The frayed threads holding you together snapped, allowing the flood of emotions to pour in. As it did, you wondered if it would always be like this. Reminded of the carnage every time you laid eyes on him. Sentenced to a miserable existence with the man responsible for your nightmares.

A hand came to rest on your shoulder. You shuddered at the touch. “For what it’s worth, their deaths were wholly unnecessary.” There was a trace of remorse in his words, quickly replaced by his usual tone. “But such is the nature of war, my dear.”

You squeezed your eyes shut, biting your tongue before you could say anything else. When you opened them again, Ren was standing in front of you, close enough to hide the moonlight behind him. 

“Why did you do it?” Your voice cracked as you spoke, fighting desperately to hold back your frustration.

He furrowed his brows, confused by your question. “The Supreme Leader’s orders were clear–”

“No,” you snapped, a harsh edge replacing the weakness in your voice. “I mean, why did you capture me? How is it fair that I should be the only survivor, condemned to live out the rest of my days under your thumb?”

As soon as the words had left your mouth, you wished you could reach out and shove them back into the depths of your mind. He didn’t deserve to see you like this, brimming with raw emotion. It was a state you reserved only for those closest to you, those who you would likely never see again.

Ren was silent, stoic. In a moment like this, you wished you possessed his ability to probe minds. Instead of offering you an answer, he cupped your face, brushing his thumb over your cheekbone and jaw, tracing a line as light as a whisper over your skin.

Immediately, the tension in your shoulders dissolved, washed away along with every concern occupying your mind. Despite his cool touch, warmth rose to your cheeks.

“Have you ever considered the possibility that this arrangement could liberate you in ways you’ve never imagined?” His voice was silky, falling on your ears like a symphony of angels. A soft cloud settled over you, eliciting a strange feeling within your chest as you gazed up at him, searching his black eyes for an answer to his question.

“I have not, my lord,” you whispered, the words leaving your tongue like a prayer.

Ren’s lips parted, revealing brilliant white teeth as he grinned, amused by your response. “Of course not. And why should you have? Such thoughts have no place in a mind as troubled as yours.” He swept his fingers over your cheek again, soothing you.

You nodded into his hand. The cold that gnawed at your fingers and toes was nothing more than a distant sensation, an ache quelled by his touch. He glanced down at your figure, frowning at the sight of your dress. In the time that the two of you had been standing outside, a light layer of snow had melted into the thin fabric of your gown, clinging to your skin. With deft fingers, he tied the strings of your cloak into a small knot and smoothed the fabric over your shoulders.

“Now, let’s go inside. I can’t have my bride freezing to death,” he said in a low tone, leaning closer to your lips. “Next time, I advise you to wear more fitting attire.”

Next time. Intoxicated by his words, you nodded in agreement, your eyes still fixed on his.

As if you were a sack of feathers, he hoisted you off the ground, holding you as he did in the forest. Only this time, there was no fear in your heart, no panic closing off your throat. With your hands clasped behind his neck, he carried you back into the castle, moving swiftly through the courtyard. Although the taste of freedom was dwindling with every step he took, you were content—almost pleased—to be returning to the safety of your chambers.

Your head felt as light as the cushions of the chaise lounge as Ren set you down upon it. The memory of where his hands had gripped you remained after he released you, leaving your skin tingling at each spot. In the darkness, it was nearly impossible to see him moving through your chambers, an issue remedied by a fire roaring to life in the hearth.

Satisfied with his work, Ren stood behind the sofa, peering down at you laying across it. Golden flames flickered in his eyes, softening his strong features. Your cloak had shifted, exposing more of your nightwear than you would’ve preferred. But you didn’t mind. In fact, you liked it—how the sleeves had fallen past your shoulders and the hem of the dress had gathered above your knees. You felt ethereal, basking in the glow radiating from the hearth. You couldn’t recall the last time you’d been this relaxed.

You sighed, closing your eyes as you relished the warmth spreading through your toes. “Who should I thank for starting this fire—you or your magic?” You made a vague gesture with your hands, wiggling your fingers as if you were casting a spell.

He chuckled quietly, moving to sit in the chair across from yours. “Neither. Thank the tinderbox that was left on the mantle.”

Propping yourself up with your elbow, you turned to face him, letting your dress drape over your hips. The knot at your neck loosened with every movement you made until you finally grew tired and pulled it free, shedding your cloak onto the sofa. Under any other circumstance, you would be scrambling to cover yourself. This was completely unlike you—to allow anyone other than your handmaid to see you like this. Harlot, your mother would say in her scolding tone, coupled with a scowl. But she wasn’t here—only Commander Ren.

“I find it hard to believe that you’re incapable of starting a fire, given everything else you can do.”

“Unfortunately, I was never any good at it,” he said, his eyes wandering to the golden flames. “Pyromancy, however, has always been one of my strongest suits.”

The conversation stalled for a moment as you watched his fingers glide over the armrest, hypnotized by the patterns he traced in the black velvet. His veins mingled with tendons as he moved—an intricate dance beneath his ivory skin. Somewhere deep within you, an ember flickered to life, its warmth spreading throughout your being. It was unusual, but not unwelcome.

“How can you do these things?” you asked, your voice floating through the air like the wisps of a dandelion.

He sighed, rolling his tongue over his teeth in thought. Finally, he said, “I was raised by witches.”

Your eyes widened—not in shock at his answer, but because he had answered at all. Rey’s words echoed in your mind. Commander Ren is a very private man.

“Witches? As in, multiple?”

He snickered softly. “Just two.”

“I see,” you whispered, watching him intently. There was something inherently alluring about him, an appeal that had drawn you in the instant you laid eyes on his portrait. An indescribable—yet persisting—quality. A charm.

After the success of your first question, you found the courage to pose another. “What were they like?”

A beat passed before he spoke, unease filling your stomach as you waited. The look in his eyes told you that your valiant effort was in vain. “What else did the handmaid tell you?” he asked, crossing his arms over his chest as he leaned back in his seat.

His words hit your chest like a thousand stones, shattering your confidence. Rey had warned you—begged you—to not discuss the matter of the Commander, fearing the consequences awaiting her if she did. Guilt crashed into you.

“Nothing. She said nothing else,” you stammered, pushing yourself up to a sitting position. With pleading eyes, you turned to him. “I swear it by all the gods.”

Ren stood to his feet, shushing you as he strode toward you. “There’s no need to call upon the gods, dear. I believe you.” His long fingers caressed your jaw, tilting your head up to meet his intense gaze. “I also believe that the girl is sensible enough to want to keep her head attached to her body. You asked her about me, didn’t you?”

Your heart slammed into your ribs, as if it were attempting to leap out and crawl into Ren’s hands. There was no use in arguing—he already knew the truth. The outcome of your fate depended on any ounce of respect you could earn from him. Lying now would be a disservice to everyone involved.

“Yes, I admit, I asked her to tell me what she knew of you, but she refused. It was only after I continued pressing the matter that she finally answered. Please, have mercy on her, she is innocent–”

He silenced you by pressing a finger against your lips. “If I beheaded every servant who spoke ill of me, the castle would be swept by ghosts.”

You said nothing, an unspoken understanding passing between you. While you believed him, there was also validity in Rey’s fear. Even the servant boy cowered in his presence. If one thing were true in this life, it was that rumors carried weight, and at times, merit.

“Why do they fear you so much?” you asked as his thumb brushed over your chin.

Ren let out a long sigh as he ran his fingers down your neck, pausing at your pulse point. “People fear what they do not understand.”

The air grew thick in the silence. A familiar sensation embraced you, igniting every fiber of your being under his touch. Much like the fire in front of you, the ember in your belly became an inferno. Your gaze fell to his pillowy lips, imagining what they would feel like against yours—what they would feel like on every inch of your skin. As soft as sin, probably. His eyes were coals, twinkling in the amber light, a tell that your thoughts were not as quiet as you had hoped.

“What do you fear most, darling?” he asked, his voice low and inviting. “I imagine that a woman like yourself doesn’t fear much, but everyone has their weakness.” He tilted your head slightly to the side, eyes wandering down your neck. “What is yours?”

Blood rushed in your ears, making you dizzy. Through the haze in your mind, a tiny voice broke through, begging you to resist him—resist the urge to bend to his will. But it was becoming increasingly difficult to barricade your thoughts, and as his eyes bore into yours, irises now a deep shade of red, his devilry won.

“Purpose.” The word passed through your lips like a specter, carrying a cadence that was foreign to your ears. “I fear a life without purpose.”

Satisfaction radiated off of Ren. “I see. And that is exactly why you were the only survivor.” He stretched his hand over your throat, applying gentle pressure to either side of your neck. The rhythmic drumming of your heart pulsed through his fingertips. “Because your purpose is so much greater than serving the Resistance.”

“What do you believe my purpose is, Commander?”

The backlight of the hearth cast a halo around him, deifying him. Ignoring your inquiry, he said, “The night is almost over. I suggest you get some rest.”

With that, he left you, somehow more cold and alone than you had been before. As the latch clicked shut, the haze lifted, quickly replaced by dread. Your vision tunneled on the fire in front of you, the black edges snuffing out your surroundings, narrowing your view to only the flames dancing over the logs.

As you stood from the lounge, your knees buckled, forcing you to summon all your strength to reach the bed before collapsing. Chest heaving, you stared up at the canopy, hoping to find anything but flecks of light dancing across your eyes. The voice in your head was shouting now, building to a deafening pitch, its message clear.

In the wake of his presence, two things remained: your distrust of Commander Ren and the strange warmth that had settled in your stomach.

[renstardust]

what i would give to cuddle in this man’s warm blanket embrace while he drinks away his hangover at dawn

[piratesfromspace]

Masterlist

👄 : mature theme (but nothing explicit)

🔥 : smut

🔪 : violence

Please review the detailed warnings at the beginning of each post

THE LAST OF US

Joel Miller/Reader

She’s back (angst, drabble)

The Escape 🔥🔪 (hurt/comfort, smut)

COD: MW2

RAIN UNIVERSE - Ghost/Reader & Reader/all 

Series with an autistic!Reader

I - Rain or Shine 🔥(smut, hurt/comfort)

II - Hard Rain 🔥(pining, angst, light smut, w/ Soap)

III - What happens in Siberia 🔥🔪(pure smut, w/ Soap, Price, Gaz)

IV - Plaything 🔪(angst, capture/rescue)

V - After the rain 👄 (angst, hurt/comfort)

ONE-SHOTS with various CoD Men

Just Like Old Times Part 1 👄 (Price/Reader & poly141, Winter fluff, praise kink)

Just Like Old Times Part 2 🔥(Price/Reader & poly141, smut, fivesome)

Night Blue 🔪👄 (Price/Reader, rescue mission)

Three - drabble 🔥(Soap/Ghost/Reader, pure filth, threesome)

Medieval AU!Price 🔥(Price/Reader, drabble)

Vampire!Price 🔥(Price/Reader, period sex, drabble)

Taken 🔪(König/Reader, angst, extreme violence)

TOP GUN MAVERICK

Squadron/Reader

Imagine - Type of lovers 🔥

Imagine - Dirty talk 🔥

Phoenix x Reader 🔥🔥 (pure smut, dom/sub vibes)

Rooster x Reader 🔥 (smut, menstrual sex, hurt/comfort)

Squadron x Reader 🔥 (smut, group sex, angst)

Bob x Reader 🔥 (emotional hurt/comfort, friends-to-lovers, smut)

Imagine - Comfort 🔥 (hurt/comfort)

Hangman x Reader 🔥 (body insecurities & comfort)

Hangman x Reader 👄(how to cure a hangover)

Other pairings

Hangman x Rooster x Phoenix 🔥 (crack fic, threesome)

RINGS OF POWER

Arondir/Reader

A New Path 🔥 (soft smut, PWP, human!reader)

Headcanons 🔥

Wounded 🔥 (hurt/comfort, smut)

Small 🔥 (smut, size kink)

THE BOYS

Billy Butcher/Reader

Poison 🔥🔪(smut, angst)

Frenchie/Reader

Forget 🔥(smut, sub!Frenchie)

TRIPLE FRONTIER

The boys/Reader

Imagine - Going to Disneyland 👄 (fluff)

Tequila shots 👄 (drabble, poly vibes)

ATLAS 🔥 🔪 🔪 (poly vibes, angst, smut)

Breakfast - Atlas Universe 🔥🔪 (poly vibes, angst & fluff & smut)

Old Romance - Atlas Universe 🔥 (poly vibes, period sex, fluff & smut)

THE PUNISHER & DAREDEVIL (MARVEL)

Frank Castle/Reader

Training Day 👄 🔪 (knifeplay)

You again 👄 🔪 (extreme hurt/comfort)

SFW Alphabet 👄 🔪

NSFW alphabet 🔥 🔪 (smut, fluff)

Good Girl 🔥 (smut, brat taming)

After the Rain 🔥 (soft smut, hurt/comfort)

Daredevil/Reader

The Email (fluff, hurt/comfort)

NARCOS

Javier Peña/Reader

Imagine - White Knight 👄🔪 (hurt/comfort)

Imagine - White Knight Part 2 👄🔪 (hurt/comfort)

Horacio Carrillo/Reader

Imagine - Sick (hurt/comfort)

STAR WARS

Kino Loy/Reader (Andor)

Flesh and Dreams 🔥🔪(hurt/little comfort)

Din Djarin/Cobb Vanth/Reader

A Mandalorian, a Marshal, and some complicated feelings: 

part 1 🔥🔪 (hurt/comfort)

part 2 🔪 (hurt/comfort)

part 3 🔪 (extreme angst + hurt/comfort) 

Din Djarin/Cobb Vanth

Caring is hard 👄(angst)

Poe Dameron/Reader

Autistic!Reader blurb (fluff, hurt/comfort)

Anakin Skywalker/Reader

The Mechanic 🔥 (PWP)

Kylo Ren/Reader

La Petite Mort 🔥🔪 (Vampire AU)

ETERNALS (MARVEL)

Druig/Reader

In Your Mind 🔥 (sweet smut)

Druig/Makkari/Reader

Christmas Gift 👄(fluff)

FAST & FURIOUS

Deckard Shaw/Reader

Finance Management 🔥 (smut, sugar daddy vibes)

VARIOUS

Santa Claus/Reader (Violent Night)

Brandy & Gingerbread 🔥 (Christmas fluff and soft smut)

Alfred Pennyworth/Reader

Rain & Berries 🔪🔥 (hurt/comfort)

Pedro Boys/Reader

Imagine: recovering from painful sex 🔥 (comfort, fluff)

James Bond/Reader

When in Venice - James Bond AU 🔥 (w/ Oscar Isaac & Jon Bernthal)

Ransom Drysdale/Reader (Knives Out)

A Spirit of his own 👄🔪 (Halloween fic)

FIC RECS

Part 1

[direnightshade]

Devil I Know / Chpt. 2

Cast out of the Royal House of Alderaan by his own hand, having turned his back on the Church of the Jedi in favor of the Church of the Sith, Kylo falls deeper into the seduction of the dark side and bends further to Snoke’s will. But when word comes of a successor, one adopted into the Royal Family to carry on the lineage, Kylo comes forward to stake his rightful claim to the throne.

Warnings: Violence, Kidnapping Template Credit: supcuppie

Just as a reminder, the Force is still in play within this realm (as are some of the creatures), but everything else will remain your typical Medieval AU. As always, you can find this over on AO3.

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It’s as if you’re watching in slow motion; Kylo’s blood spattered face takes in the sight of you, his eyes dancing among you, Luke, and Leia with a fiery intensity unlike anything you’ve ever seen. His sword is drawn, prepared to strike at anyone or anything who may get in the way of what he’s come here to do. Though you’re unable to see the rise and fall of his chest from beneath the armor, you can see the way he breathes heavily, the labored breaths from his fight puffing out his cheeks only slightly with each exhale, his lower jaw jutted out ever so slightly as if to emphasize his anger.

“You are not welcome here,” Leia’s voice booms from behind you. Even when faced with her own son, who’s tales of vengeance are whispered both wide and far, she stands steadfast, unshaken, and prepared to protect her kingdom at whatever cost.

You think, given that Sir Ren had left of his own volition, he would have been prepared for such a statement. What you find, however, is not what you expect. Even through the blood and the anger, you can see it, the slight way in which he’s taken aback; the breath that he inhales is sharp, his eyes widening only a fraction, but still you can see how his face changes just enough. You wonder if anyone else has noticed.

Still, he does not sheath his sword, instead, continuing to hold it at the ready as he advances towards his mother, and towards you. “I’ve come to take what is rightfully mine,” he proclaims, the bitterness and disdain evident in his voice.

“You cannot have it,” you interject, surprising even yourself when you speak out of turn.

Kylo’s gaze shifts from Leia to where you stand, his upper lip curling into a sneer. The hand that holds his sword lifts to point its sharpened tip in your direction, causing you to take an involuntary step back. “Because of you.” The venomous tone that laces his voice is enough to send a shiver running along your spine and your breath to hitch in the base of your throat. “You’re the one they pilfered from the streets, stole you away to make a suitable replacement.”

Your brows crease, resentment at his words rapidly growing within you. “They’ve done no such thing,” you bite out just as harshly. You were adopted, yes, but certainly not pilfered. The Leia that you’ve grown to know has never been anything but kind, caring, and loving to you. Luke, as standoffish as he has always been, still cared in his own right, and deep down you have always known that.

“You’re nothing. You come from nothing. That’s all you will ever be.”

“Says the one who turned his back on his family.” You’re quick to strike back, disregarding the reddening of his face, the heaviness in which he breathes, and the silent way he seethes at your words. This day may be your last, but should that be, at least you will not have gone down without some semblance of a fight.

He takes two quick strides in your direction, nearly closing the distance between you entirely when he does so. Rage radiates off him in waves, and you swear that you can sense just how palpable it is. “You know nothing of what’s happened in this family. Only what these heathens wish for you to believe!”

“Ben.” Leia’s voice rings out, causing Kylo’s gaze to immediately snap to where she stands near the throne. “Don’t do this.”

It’s a plea, and yet it’s spoken like a demand. Kylo’s jaw works, lips pulling into his mouth only slightly as he swallows, sheathing the sword in its holster. There’s a visible relaxation in Leia’s stance, her shoulders slumping only slightly once the sword has been put away. It’s a loss of tension that lasts only seconds.

Kylo is quick to close the gap that separates the two of you, one hand winding around your waist, the other at your throat as he spins you to press your back up against the chest plate of his armor. There’s a collective gasp that resounds throughout the room, and both Luke and Leia cry out for Kylo to release you, though neither make a move to stop the events from unfolding further.

They know that if they do, Kylo will undoubtedly use the Force against them.

For each step that Kylo takes backwards, Leia steps towards the two of you, her hand outstretched, silently willing her son to put an end to his madness. It isn’t until Luke makes the grave mistake of stepping forward to rush at both you and Kylo that his nephew pulls his hand away from your throat to extend it outward, sending the force outward from his palm to stop Luke in his tracks. Kylo lifts his uncle easily while still holding you close, his hand whipping to the right to send Luke flying across the Great Hall.

“Don’t bother sending anyone for her,” he sneers at his own mother now, hand now lowering to his side as he continues his steps back to the entrance of the hall. “If you do, she’s as good as dead.”

They know now what he wants, and that alone is good enough for him for the time being. Opting to use you like the precious bargaining chip that you are, he pulls you from the Great Hall, flailing limbs and all, dragging you out to where his steed has awaited his return. The horse gives a hearty huff at your flagrant behavior, side-stepping only minutely when Kylo sets your feet back down onto the ground, keeping on arm around your waist to prevent you from running from him. 

“Get up,” he directs, his tone clipped while he gives a sharp nod of his head in the direction of the horse.

A scoff sounds, a single brow raised when your head shakes from side to side. “No.”

Kylo’s nostrils flare, anger flashing in his eyes at your defiance. He leaves no room for debate, his hands finding your waist to hoist you up and onto the steed despite all of the protests that fly out of your mouth the moment that he lays his hands on you. He can see it, the way your mind reels with possible escape scenarios as soon as he’s got you seated atop the horse. “I wouldn’t attempt it,” he says dryly just before he hauls himself up to sit directly behind you.

You merely huff in response, and Kylo reaches around you to grasp the reigns, giving the horse a swift kick to get it going, the animal stepping putting one foot in front of the other to break out into a run as it carries you away from the only place you’d ever known as your home. He doesn’t stop you when you turn your head to watch over his shoulder as the castle disappears further and further from view until you’re left with nothing but the forests surrounding the mountainous region of Alderaan. Only then do you turn back to watch the trees pass you as the horse finally slows to a slow walk, Kylo having decided that the two of you are far enough away that, for the time being, you’ve eluded any unwanted retaliation for what’s just occurred back at the castle.

“You won’t get away with this, you know.”

Your words are merely met with a grunt, his focus solely on where you’re headed and certainly not on the words you’ve spoken to him. He cares not what’s on your mind or falling from your lips. His only interest is keeping you alive and utilizing you to his advantage until his demands are met. He knows it will only be a matter of time until Leia caves. The woman may be many things, but she most certainly is a wistful spirit, she’ll want her son back home one way or another, and she’ll want you returned as well.

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It’s nearly nightfall by the time that Kylo has decided that the two of you will end your journey for the night, and by now, your back has begun to ache from the metal of his chest plate, the backs of your thighs sore from riding atop the steed for the majority of the day. It’s near a babbling brook where the horse comes to a stop, the sky overhead purpling atop the forest’s canopy. Kylo helps you wordlessly off of the horse first, and much to his dismay, the second that your feet touch the leaf-covered ground, you dart away from both him and the horse towards the direction in which you’ve come.

He curses the weight of the armor when he slides from the horse, and though he knows he would be no match for a foot race given the current heft of what he wears, the Force is on his side. Kylo steps forward, long strides carrying him in the same direction that you’ve headed, his hand lifting up and arm outstretched as to grab you. He places his focus on your form as you continue to run, utilizing the Force to halt you in your tracks. There are no screams, no cries; there is only silence as you find yourself unable to move or speak, only your eyes darting frantically around to watch your surroundings as you hear the heavy footsteps that Kylo takes behind you, the sound growing closer with each step.

It isn’t until his arm winds around your waist again that he breaks the Force’s connection, sending one final surge to effectively knock you unconscious. When your body falls limply towards the ground, he’s there to catch you, lifting you up into his arms to carry you back to where the horse remains like the loyal beast it is. Gingerly, he sets you down, propping you up against one of the many trees that make up this forest before turning away to get the night’s camp set up.

He knows it won’t be long until the forest will be plunged into darkness and you will rouse from what he’s done. Until then, he’ll utilize this time wisely to get a fire started and a meal caught and prepared prior to your awakening.

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Tagging my fellow Kylo lovers!

@mind-p0llution @demurepetals @empress-ofdesire @exit-goat @candycanes19 @gurl-ly @safarigirlsp @little-laamb @holacherrycola90 @duty-isnt-always-honour @aloneandsleepless @caelum-phyriina-vermillon

If you’d like to be added to the tag list, give me a shout!

[mrs-gucci]

The Forbidden Fruit {medieval priest!Kylo Ren x Reader}

anonymous:

Priest!Kylo + tavern + visiting his known mistress

author’s notes: hello, hello! ooo, priest!Kylo is a dirty man and I am very much here for it ;) thanks for the request! (post-writing note: this got waay longer than I originally intended lol)

warnings: a touch of fluff. smut. general filth. the incorrect use of the Adam and Eve bible story. oral sex (f receiving). a bit of religion-infused coercion. innocence kink if you really squint. hints of praise kink. virginity loss. 

tw’s: extramarital affair/sex (as was common in medieval times). (!!) dubcon (!!) **please let me know if I missed any warnings and/or tw’s!!**

word count: 1.8k

kylo’s taglist peeps! @goddessofsprings​ @icarusinthesea​ my general taglist peeps! @safarigirlsp​ @babbushka​ ​@mrs-zimmerman​ @dirtytissuebox​ @thepalaceofmelanie

[NOT my edit. full credit goes to sacklers_sack on Twitter]

Father Kylo walks into the Adam and Eve Tavern and steps up to the bar, ordering a mug of frothy golden brew. He takes a sip as he walks over to his usual corner table, fingers fiddling with the ring around his thick finger. 

Even though his wife already knows of his affair, he still feels a small twinge of guilt whenever he lies to her about his whereabouts. It’s a very slight feeling of remorse, though, considering the fact that she’s one of Satan’s disciples.

You walk in only minutes later, flipping the hood of your cloak off the top of your head. He looks over at smiles at the sight of you, admiring your pure and raw beauty. He’s almost sure you’re some sort of angel in disguise, too beautiful and pure to be anything less. Gods, he wants nothing more than to wreck you, split you in half with his cock.

“Hello, angel.” He purrs as you walk over and sit down at the table with him, eyes lingering on your bosom, which is accentuated greatly in this particular gown. “I am glad to see your beautiful face this eve.”

Your lips curl up into a small smirk. “No need for such flattery, Father. We both know why you summoned me here.”

“I’ve always loved how you get right down to business.” Kylo chuckles devilishly. “There are a series of rooms upstairs, the very reason I chose this particular establishment to conduct our...meeting. Step into the last one down the hall and strip bare, lay down on the bed. I will join you in a moment.”

Nodding, you stand and make your way up to the room, swaying your hips a bit extra for the Father. He smirks when he notices this, taking another sip of his beer as he feels his length twitch to life ‘neath his robes.

He waits a few minutes, finishing the mug of beer and leaving behind a tip for the barkeep before walking up to the room he’s reserved for the night. When he walks in, the sight of your nude body illuminated by the warm orange glow of the crackling fire greets him. Gods, is there a better sight to behold than this one?

Your chest rises and falls gently, rhythmically, breasts rising and falling along with your steady breathing. He’s hypnotized, momentarily, drinking in the angelic beauty that lays across the bedsheets.

His robes are swiftly removed and draped over one of the chairs, leaving him in only his undergarments. He points to your legs with his pointer and middle fingers, silently indicating that he’d like you to spread them. You do.

“Tell me, angel. Have you heard the Biblical tale of Adam and Eve?”

You shake your head, biting down on your lip when he takes a step forward towards the bed. “No, Father, I have not.”

He smirks, standing with his hands clasped behind his back. Remnants of his hot breath tease your bare skin, causing you to shudder.

“Adam and Eve were the first human beings created by God, and they inhabited in the Garden of Eden. They were given allowed to use or consume any of the other plants in the Garden, but they were told not to eat any of the forbidden fruit from the tree of the knowledge of good and evil.”

You gasp when his hands suddenly seize your ankles and pull you to the end of the bed.

“But,” The Father sinks to his knees, never breaking eye contact. “They failed to resist the temptation. The fruit...”

He pushes your legs as far apart as they can go, then lightly traces your glistening slit with his fingertips. Your breath hitches in your throat at his featherlight touch on your center.

Your eyes widen when his nose nudges your outer lips and he takes a long, slow inhale of your natural scent. He shudders, groaning under his breath before his tongue suddenly licks an agonizingly slow stripe up your cunt.

“The forbidden fruit was just too sweet.” Kylo says, licking his lips with a small smirk at the corners of his mouth. “It was so tender, so juicy; it just felt too right to be wrong, too delicious to be sin.”

You can’t stop the desperate whimper that escapes between your parted lips, insides clenching desperately against themselves. He notices the way your hole puckers, and his smirk grows a bit wider.

His mouth opens, then, and he encapsulates your entire core in a sloppy kiss. Your back arches and you gasp loudly, head pressing back against the pillows. The coarse hairs of his beard scratch your skin in the most delightfully pleasurable way, only adding to the sensations he’s creating with his mouth.

“F-Father--ohh!” Your feet plant and your hips lift up off the bed. “Oh gods, mmmm!”

He begins moving with more aggression, passionately slurping up each and every drop of the sweet nectar that leaks from your cunt. His assault doesn’t let up, not until his efforts bring you to the ultimate high.

“Father! F-Father, oh Christ!” You shriek softly, legs quaking as you hit your peak with an Earth-shattering intensity.

Kylo pulls away shortly after you’ve ridden out your high and he’s consumed every single drop of your sinful sweetness, upper lip and beard glistening with your release. He practically rips his undergarments off and wraps a large, veiny hand around the base.

“Lay up at the head of the bed, now. I shall claim your innocence tonight, angel.”

Your eyes widen and you sit up, chewing on your now-tender bottom lip. “I d-don’t know...”

The Father shakes his head, quickly pinning you to the bed, caging you with his large body. You watch his silver Holy Cross necklace shimmer in the dim light, reminding you that he is a man of God and that he would never ask anything of you that he didn’t think you were ready for.

“Do not fear it, my child; why would His Holiness grant us the bodies we posses, ones that can bring such pleasures, if we aren’t intended to use them? Trust me, angel, all will be alright.”

You’re not much of a religious woman, but he makes a reasonable argument...

“O-Okay.”

He smiles, reaching down to place a gentle kiss on your lips. “I will go slowly for you. It may hurt at first, but I promise it will get better.”

You nod. “I trust you, Father.”

His tip swipes all through your slick before settling at your entrance, ready to push in. He holds your cheeks, looking deep into your eyes.

“Are you ready, my angel?”

As soon as you nod, his pelvis pushes forward and his length pushes through your unstretched walls. You cry out, tears instantly burning your eyes as they instantly begin to collect in the corners.

Once he’s fully seated inside you, he remains still, jaw clenched so tight you’re worried he’ll crack his teeth should he clench any tighter. It’s taking every single ounce of his willpower not to fuck you raw, but he knows what he must take care of you this eve. There will be plenty of time for all of that in the future.

“You’re doing sssso well, angel. Taking me so well.”

His words of encouragement, his mutters of of praise reassure you that this was a good choice. You’ve never felt so stuffed in your entire life, not even after holiday feasts and the more your insides stretch in accommodation, the better it begins to feel.

You nod up at him, the first tear escaping your overflowing eyes.

“I’m a-alright now, Father.”

He plants a kiss on your forehead, still cradling your face as he draws back, then pushes forward once more. The noises that escape your lips are positively sinful and they only encourage him on, hips steadily gaining speed and force with each passing moment.

Soon, your body and breasts and excess flesh bounce in time with his hips’ sharp, forceful thrusts. By now, the pain has completely subsided and made way for the pleasure to build in your loins.

“S-So sssweet,” He grunts quietly in your ear. “So j-juicy and tender...and you’re a-all mine...”

Your small whimpers and gasps turn to scandalous moans and cries of desperation. You hold onto his arms tightly, fingernails digging deep into his alabaster skin, surely leaving marks.

“Please, Father, please...”

Kylo can feel his control, his restraint beginning to slip as he nears climax. He’s unable to hold it off, unwilling to deny himself this heavenly pleasure whilst his cock is stained with fresh virgin’s blood.

The thought of that alone thrusts him right up to the edge, looking over the cliff to the peak of bliss.

“Y/N, my a-angel, I...I will not be able to endure much l-longer.”

You nod, grabbing hold of his hair firmly. “It is alright, F-Father. Use m-me, use my body to bring yourself p-pleasure.”

Those words send him careening into climax and he quickly pulls away just as the first rope of his foggy liquor emerges. His hips still give half-hearted mock thrusts as he spills his creamy seed all over your puffy, used cunt.

He crawls off of you once he’s finished, beginning to redress immediately. You sit up, shakily and already you can feel the pain in your loins beginning to build from the Father’s hardened intrusion.

Your eyes catch sight of some red dripped down onto the bedsheet and your cheeks warm, acute worry flaring up inside of you. Is that supposed to happen?

Almost as if he read your worried mind, Father Kylo steps up to you and holds your chin up so that you can look into his eyes.

“Bleeding is typical for virgins, nothing is the matter, I promise.”

You nod, sighing softly in relief. “Thank you, Father.”

He smiles, bending down to place a chaste kiss on your lips. “It is I who should be thanking you, my child. Thank you for giving your innocence to me, for trusting me. You did so well for me tonight, angel.”

Your cheeks warm in flattery, smile splitting your face. But, your expression falls into a frown when you see him drape the cloak over his shoulders.

“Must you leave so soon, Father?”

Father Kylo nods as he pulls on his shoes. “I must get back to the convent, angel; I apologize for having to rush off so quickly. But, I promise I will make it up to you next time, yes?”

You nod, offering a small, disappointment-tinged smile. “Yes, of course, Father. I understand.”

He reaches ‘neath his robes and pulls out the small, silver Holy Cross necklace, draping it around your neck.

“Something to remind you of me, ‘till we next meet.” Kylo says, kissing your temple. “Farewell, my beloved angel.”

Your lips tug up into a genuine smile, fingers toying with the silver charm as he approaches the door and slips out.

“Farewell, Father.”

[babbushka]

I’m excited to read all your Kylo AU Sinday writing! May I please request these with either medieval Kylo or archaeological Kylo?

“Swoon, I’ll catch you.” And “You have bewitched me..”

Thank you! 💛

A/N: Thank you so much for sending this in!! I hope you enjoy this fluffy smutty something! :)

2k; NSFW (skinny dipping, public nudity, sex in water)

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Bobbing ever so gently with the current of the river, you breathe in deeply, feeling the warm air of summer fill your lungs, your chest expanding and deflating in a rhythm dictated by the breeze. It it late in the afternoon, and soon you will be expected to return to the throne room, but you still have some time.

Intent on using that time to the fullest of capacities, you lay atop the water, your arms and legs spread out as your hair floats in a great halo around your head. Yes, you think as you breathe, smiling a little as the current whooshes in a calm push past you, you are quite content.

Until that is, a pair of strong arms grab you, making you splutter and snap out of your reverie at once, baring your teeth to whomever has dared disturb your relaxation.

“Unhand me at once or I shall -- !” You start, heart pounding in your chest, a million thoughts running through your mind as you think of the quickest way to incapacitate your captor...

Before you recognize the deep rumbling laughter that comes from the direction of your captor’s chest, and you sigh with fond exasperation, knowing he is not a captor at all.

“You really must learn to pay more attention, my pearl.” Kylo grins with all his crooked teeth, as if he has won some great victory in catching you off guard.

Oh, but he has, won a victory of a different kind. He is home early and the confident attitude he is positively brimming with tells you that it was an early win, another battle claimed by the Empire that you know and love.

You find that you cannot be angry with him for surprising you like this, for it is in his very nature, the element of sneaky silent surprise. So instead, you allow the joy at your husband’s return to fill you, as you throw your arms around his neck and kiss him for all that you’re worth, grinning with your own indulgent happiness.

“Swoon, don’t worry I’ll catch you.” The cheeky bastard teases you, and you can only chuckle brightly at the good mood that he is in. It is rare for him to be so good-spirited, he tended to scowl even on the best of days. But today was a day for celebration, and you have no intention to stop him now.

“Insufferable, you are,” Rolling your eyes teasingly right back, before shaking your head and kissing him again, and again, and again, your body pressing to his as you hum, “But so handsome. I missed you, your highness.”

“Here I am.” He murmurs against your mouth, his teeth nipping at your lower lip, hands not once letting you go as he holds you to him.

“Finally.” You agree with a sigh of relief.

Kylo looks at you then, really looks at you, and it’s the sort of look that makes you hold your breath in heady anticipation, as his chest puffs with deep panting breaths of his own. You wish you could see him free of all his many layers, knowing that the sight would be divine.

And then, almost as if on cue, Kylo decides he does not want to be confined by his clothing any longer, and he pulls away from you to begin stripping down. You grin, perching yourself on a large smooth rock that juts up from the pebbles and sand of the river floor, watching as he reveals himself to you.

His armor comes off in large sections, and he takes care to rest them on the bank of the river. It’s not a very wide river thankfully, so he doesn’t have to go too far. Next comes his tunic, and then his shirt, before he can struggle to shuck off his hose and boots. In just a few short moments, he is completely nude, and my what a marvel it is to see him in the light of day like this, you think.

You yourself are wearing your chemise, a small barrier between your naked body and the elements around you. It does nothing to hide the shape of you though, as the cotton goes completely transparent when wet. It is that transparency that has Kylo’s mouth watering, you find, when he surges back to wrap you up in his arms again, and you feel the hard length of his cock pressing against your stomach.

“Fuck, Kylo, here?” You look around with a giddy laugh, surprised by his lack of care for being so exposed.

“Why not, we are rulers of this domain, why should we not indulge in our pleasure wherever we’d like?” Kylo replies with another searing hot kiss, the muscles in his arms flexing as he presses you close to him.

You kiss him back, and before you know it, he’s lifting you up with the help of the water, bracing you against that large smooth rock once more, and pushing up the wet chemise that clings to your body. Helping him with a moan, you manage to lift it up enough to expose all the way up to your stomach, and without wasting much more time, your husband guides the head of his aching hard cock to your cunt.

“Oh how I have missed the feeling of being so full.” Your head lolls back on the makeshift pillow as he pushes in, a happy sigh of pleasure breathing out of your lungs.

The way Kylo fucks you is animalistic in moments like these -- his instincts take over, the primal urge to be close to you, to be inside you, it consumes him, and in turn, he consumes you. With a hand on your throat to hold you steady, Kylo bites and licks into your mouth, his hips wasting no time to begin thrusting in and out of your wanting pussy, your moans filling the air around you, carried down the river by the breeze.

“Kylo! Oh my darling, more, please give me more!” You cry out, the pleasure immediate and so, so delicious.

He doesn’t say much, doesn’t say anything at all, just grunts out his pleasure as his mouth covers yours completely, sucks down all your moans sighs pants grunts of pleasure, swallows them the way your cunt sucks in his cock, a vice grip, not wanting to let go.

It’s been weeks since you’ve last seen him, which means it’s been weeks since you’ve been properly fucked, and he knows that just as well as you. Holding your hips tight to keep them steady, he fucks you hard, fucks you with all the pent up sexual frustration he’s harbored over the time and distance between you.

You can feel the way his cock presses itself as deep as it can go, you whine as it knocks against your cervix, the force of his hips pushing you up up up the rock, your hands gripping his shoulders, fingers digging in the muscle there as you throw your head back and plead, panting, begging for him to take you harder, faster.

Kylo does, oh he does, touching you all over your body, stimulating you from every possible point. His hands leave your hips, one moves farther down your body to press his thumb against your swollen clit, eliciting a yelp of pleasure from your throat. The other reaches up to pinch and roll a nipple, feeling for the stiff bud from over your chemise where the wet cloth has clung to it.

It doesn’t satisfy him though, and so wordlessly, with all his strength he tears your chemise right in two, and you gasp, the sudden feeling of river water and his hard hot body pressing down on your bare skin. Kylo kisses all across your chest, sucking and biting in his wake, the newly exposed flesh begging to be marked.

“Yes, right there, oh please right there -- more!” You demand, and he’s all too happy to oblige, as he holds you down, pins you to the best of his ability, grinding his hips against yours on long thick drags of his cock.

Your hips lift, back arching off the rock, as your moans and whimpers grow more and more desperate. You’re so close, this close to coming, your body begins to tremble with the want of it. Oh how long had you waited for this feeling, you pant and writhe beneath him, as his cock drags against that spot inside you that has you seeing stars.

“Please, I’m so close, just a little more, please darling!” You can taste it, the edge of adrenaline in the back of your throat, on your tongue. Kylo knows exactly how to push you over, and he puts all his concentration into it, into getting the timing right.

When he rubs your clit in just the right way, his cock brushing up against your spot once, twice, three times, your body snaps up with sharp pleasure, and you shout loud enough that it scares the birds away from the bushes on the bank of the river. Kylo fucks you through your orgasm, making you moan loud loud loud, the pleasure overwhelming as he speeds his pace up.

Sometimes he’ll drag it out long enough that you can come a couple times on his cock before he spills inside of you, but you know he must be tired from the long journey home, so when he grunts and groans against your throat only a few minutes after, before finally going still, you only smile, glad that he too has come.

He begins to kiss you then, kissing you with an urgency that has you confused in your blissful state. Kylo crushes you ever so slightly, not wanting to move away just yet, and while you’re not complaining, you do have to ask,

“What is the matter?” You pant against him as his body is a solid weight against you.

Kylo is quiet for a moment, and you feel the current of the river washing away all the come and slick, carrying it away off to heavens knows where, cleansing you of this sweaty filthy act. You are almost compelled to ask again, but you know better, and that he will reply when he has the words.

Kissing you again, he tries to press these words into your very being, gentle with you yes, but still an edge of danger, of desire that he cannot shake. You kiss him back, letting yourselves let the water rush over your bodies, simply being together for a few moments more.

“You have bewitched me, body and soul...and I love,” Kylo punctuates these words with more kisses, soft and gentle atop your lips, across your face, “I love, I love you. I never wish to be parted from you.”

Oh how your heart beats for this man, you can’t help but think, for even after fucking you so hard that you can barely see straight, you can see how dearly he cares for you.

“Then by my side you shall remain.” You nuzzle your nose against his, and he only presses his hard cock deeper into your warm cunt in response. Smiling with bliss and joy, you card Kylo’s hair away from his face and kiss him, whispering, “There is a banquet prepared for you, a grand feast. After the performance you just gave, I’m sure you are hungry for it.”

“In a moment.” He turns to press a kiss to your palm, before hoisting you off of the rock, pulling you to his chest, encouraging your legs to wrap around his hips, “Let me hold you a while longer, just a little while.”

Resting your head on his shoulder, you let him do just that, until the water of the river turns chilly as the late afternoon sun moves across the sky. You would stay like that with him for all eternity, should he desire so, for with him so near, you know there’s nowhere else you’d rather be.

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