#sadist kylo

[ossacruenta]

// watching the 7th sw movie again and just. . . fuck man. Can immediately see that Kylo is dealing with so much turmoil. He has so much pressure on him from his parents -- his mother being a successful General and Senator, his father a galaxy-wide famous smuggler and fighter, his uncle is an extremely powerful Jedi. And include on his maternal grandparents? A whole fucking skyscraper of climbing he needs to do. Doesn't want to disappoint any of them but gets manipulated by a Palpatine wannabe, trying to control both the light and dark inside him and is just miserable. So much potential in his blood that he could be a great Sith or a great Jedi but he is torn between the two. Could just want some place he could fit in, not just be overshadowed by his family -- and one of the reasons he is just brimming with anger ; choking on expectations put onto him, having conflictions in teachings

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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐅𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐬

Pairing: Kylo Ren x Fem!Reader

Summary: "Kylo was nothing if not a sadist,"

Warnings: Language, WarPrisoner!Reader, Toxicity, Weaponizing Hux, Humiliation, God Complex, Jealousy, Possessiveness, Smut +18 (Minors DNIA, DEAD DOVE FIC, Dark fic, Sadism, Masochism, Inexperienced!Kylo, Ownership Kink, Dry humping, Forced sex, Spitting, CNC, Dubious Consent, Massive Degradation Kink, Inappropriate Use of Force, Choking Kink, Size Kink, Impact Play, Groping, Breast Play, Premature Orgasm, Controlled Orgasm, Dom/Sub themes, Dom!Kylo, Sub!Reader, Brat Tamer!Kylo,;Bratty!Reader, Slight!Exhibition Kink, Humiliation Kink, Inappropriate Mind Reading, Overstimulation, Dirty Talk, Mentions of Rape, Fingering, Rough Sex, Dacryphilia, Gagging, Subspace.

Do not read this if you're incredibly sensitive to violent imagery. If this doesn't make sense don't say anything or i'll cry <3

As Hux walks diligently ahead of you, you could not tell by his tense shoulders and his palms clasped behind his back that he was following the duties of a madman.

While he escorts you, Hux thinks back to his slip-up with Ren.

The way he shouldn't have mentioned your name in a comprehensive report about the overall running of the Starkiller. The way he should've known how dangerous Kylo is when it comes to anyone taking even the vaguest of interest in playing with his toys.

"Despite having the accolades of an established pilot for the resistance," Hux had said moments earlier when Kylo was pacing up and down his private chamber, "Your prisoner refuses to put any of her skills to use aboard the Starkiller. She's essentially useless dark matter," He uttered his words rather clumsily. As if forgetting he was reporting to a beastly excuse of a man.

Hux only realises his mistake when Kylo stops his various pacing to turn slightly. His unmasked head tilts to the side as he advances on Hux in a low, large gait. Everything about the boy being so unnaturally large.

"My prisoner?" He steps closer, "Or the First Order's?"

Kylo's laugh appears unnatural without the mask. Not any less intimidating but certainly, frighteningly human.

"You act as if my will is not synonymous with that of the First Order, general," Kylo's blood runs fucking cold at the thought, "You insinuate that I keep her here out of my own free will,"

"Well, we all know how much a boy fancies his toys," Hux's degradation causes Kylo's Adam's apple to bob and a deep frown settles over the boy’s face. Whatever weakness Hux was accusing him of, it rattled the foundations of his already fragile ego and Hux smirked.

"Go tell her I wanna see her," the first command left Kylo's lips in a fairly controlled and monotonous manner. The second however... "FUCKING NOW!"

Robotic inclination bleeds from the mask of the stormtroopers “Yes Sir-”

Without sparing the stormtroopers so much as a single glance, Kylo spat, "Not you, fucking degenerates," Kylo stares Hux down as he steps towards him. His voice is ice cold. "I want you to summon her," he takes immense pleasure in the way Hux's smile drops.

Kylo has observed the glances Hux throws your way and it makes his fucking stomach turn. He's seen the uncomfortable leering and the lecherous thoughts. Kylo was nothing if not a sadist. Humiliating Hux using the object of his desires.

He wants you and that makes Kylo want you even more... Violently so

"Where are you taking me?"

You could feel the rest of the crew watching your every movement as you trailed behind General Hux like you were compelled to do so by some unseen leather leash. You cannot help but feel as though you have done something very bad and very naughty.

You try to rid yourself of these thoughts immediately.

Perhaps he was taking you to see the vermin underneath the mask.

That thought should not sprout such a deep desire within you. Kylo was your captor and yet, he fascinated you more than anything ever could.

"At least slow the fuck down," You breath out, trying by all means to evade all eye contact with curious onlookers.While you walk you try to keep your head high and appear unaffected by their piercing glares. Every stormtrooper, navigator, pilot- even down to the measly technicians all keep their eyes trained on you and you glare back. Leering your head forward with narrowed eyes because being held captive on the Starkiller was punishment enough. You would never allow yourself to be intimidated by the judgemental stares.

"Do you ever plan on disclosing our destina-"

You're interrupted by a sharp and loud hiss before two doors part. Your eyebrows furrow before you're dragged into the chamber, quite literally against your will. You did not wish to get acquainted with any more rooms on the Starkiller. Hoping that one of your comrades in the resistance might have saved you long before you ever had to make this ship your dwelling place. But you've only crawled deeper into the Starkiller's core and you find yourself here, standing before him in his black cowl with his hands clasped behind his back.

The room is as lifeless as the rest of the vessel. The bed, colourless and hard. The only signs of vibrance is the east window depicting a slab of stars in hyperspace.

"I am told you've made yourself fiercely unlikable in the flight deck.” Kylo says, completely ignoring your slightly shocked experience at seeing him without his helmet.

“That's what this is then?” You turn briefly to make eye contact with Hux before turning to Kylo with one arched brow, “I'm being scolded now?”

“You're insolent when given any orders,” he oaces before you while Hux stands behind you by the door, “You disobey at every given turn and you're resistant. Vexingly so.”

“How clever of you, it seems as though you'd only just discovered a key characteristic from a member of the resistance.” You say with a smirk, “Clever, Clever boy."

“It's that mouth of yours that's gonna get your head slain from your very shoulders.” Kylo advances you like a midnight storm and you fight to stand your ground.

“I have grown terribly bored of this place,” You say, “Perhaps even death might be more eventful then whatever you are, Kylo.”

Before Hux is able to make his escape Kylo grabs at your throat, encircling his hand around your skin like a vice until he is forcing you to look at Hux ahead of you.

"This is what you want?" He isn't speaking to you but to Hux, pushing your cheeks together in a painful display of humiliation. "This is what's been plaguing that mind of yours-"

"I've no time for this-"

The very last thing Hux is able to see before he leaves Kylo's quarters, is your frightened eyes and Kylo looming behind you. A mere mouse being imprisoned by a God.

You make the mistake of thinking that Hux's absence might soften Kylo's resolve, but your time as his captive should have let you know that there was nothing soft about this man. Nothing at all.

"You should be grateful, you know that?" His lips graze your head and you're suddenly hyper aware of his proximity.

You're hyper aware of the closed metal doors that were probably being guarded by a pair of heavily armed stormtroopers. There is no escaping the clutches of this monster behind you.

And yet; you still find yourself scoffing, "I should be grateful?" You ask, hoping to assimilate every shred of confidence you had left, "I should be grateful to be your prisoner-" you wince when his grip on your jaw tightens and he's wrenching your face until you're craning your neck backwards to face him.

Large, looming, and completely fucking livid.

"You should be grateful that you're still fucking breathing, you brat-"

And then, a very strange thing occurs.

Since the moment Kylo had wrangled you off your home planet, you had sworn to be nothing but defiant. In honour of everything you stood for, you would never let him see you weak and yet here you are, carelessly allowing the faintest of whimpers to slip through quivering lips.

The sound confuses Kylo initially. In fact, he cranes your head back further, not caring whether you were comfortable or not as he bends down, appearing to inspect your mouth for that peculiar sound further. He squeezes your cheeks lightly, prodding the round tissues of fat as if fervently trying to search for whatever button might allow for that little sound to spill from your lips again.

"How completely and utterly curious-"

"You're fucking hurting my neck-" the fire returns and with it, comes your will to wrench your face out of his grip. You're only able to get free because he lets you and you know this.

"What..." Kylo bends even lower towards you and you turn your head to face the blank wall ahead of you. Evading eye contact with this man was nothing if not crucial. "What was that sound you just made-"

"It appears as though hearing nothing but the cries of utter doom and damnation has defamiliarized you to the sound of pleasure, Ren-"

Your breath is wiped clean from your throat not even a second later when you steal a look downwards at a gloved hand interlocking itself around your throat once more. Seemingly his favourite place.

"All the praises that could fall from your mouth..." Kylo drawls before pressing himself firmly against your backside, "All that you could say to worship the hand that feeds you and you still choose to be insolent-"

You try to escape his death grip but he doesn't let you out this time around. All you can do is be thankful that he had the decency to allow you to breathe.

"That's all you fucking know how to do right," Kylo's lips are at your ear and your knees buckle. "Insolence. Insolence. Insolence." Your legs give out, but before you're able to topple to the ground in a puddle of your own lustful perversions, his other hand curls around your waist, keeping you firmly pressed against his front.

“Today's the day you fucking obey," he whispers, "Understand?"

"I-I-”

Kylo is not sure how he does it, or why he does it, or where he got the understanding to do it, but his hand makes its very slow descent from your collarbone, to the spot right above your pillowy breasts. Clad in nothing but your knee length tunic, a garment stitched with fibres indigenous to your homeplanet, you suddenly feel incredibly naked and incredibly exposed. What was once an act of rebellion, is now your undoing.

"There is a way to make you disobey isn't there?" You can hear him becoming excited. "Every cattle has their price. What's yours?" Before you're able to turn and possibly beg for some sort of mercy, he's already in there. The stuff Kylo sees digging around in your mind, is enough to have him staring off into hyperspace. His eyes are trained on nothing at all as he rapes your most memories and most private desires. All while drawing you impossibly closer, until his mouth was buried in your hair and his hand was closing around your left breast. You squirm underneath him until finally, he's released from your stupor.

You did not dare turn around to look at him, in fear of seeing his dark eyes dilated with enlightenment.

"How barbaric." He whispers. "That's what I have to do in order to get you to listen to me,"

"I-I don't know what you're-"

"Open your mouth." Before you're ever able to interject even a single word, Kylo's hand is digging into the skin of your jaw, "Do I have to do it for you- open your mouth-" He wrenches your mouth open and cranes your neck back once more.

"That's it," You're absolutely frightened to see the violence that has darkened those irises. This is the look that's shielded behind the mask during times of battle. This is that look no one got to see.

Yet here you were.

"You're so fucking filthy, you know that?" You're nodding before your brain is aware of it, "You're a filthy, perverted little creature," one by one, your inhibitions slipped away from you until you could feel yourself become completely and utterly dumb for him. Your mind becomes a tabula rasa as Kylo bends his heavy frame downwards, spitting directly into your open mouth. There it is. That whimper he wanted to hear so badly.

You're not even aware of his hand reaching around your front until he's parting your legs with determination. "Is this where you want me?" Your mouth hangs open and you look up at him glassy doe eyes as he cups your drenched heat. Kylo locks his full lips and presses his front impossibly closer to your backside. "This whole time I've needed to get you in line, and the answers been here this whole fucking time?" A gloved hand swipes your underwear to the side and the wind is completely knocked out of you when Kylo pushes his fingers in immediately. He fucks his fingers into you with zero restraint and zero preparation, and the roughness has your eyes nearly rolling to the back of your skull as you grow limp in his grip. Lucky for you he's so large, lucky for you he might as well be a stone wall behind you, letting you lean against him with your long legs spread wide for his absolute assault.

"Look at me." He says, holding you against him by your throat while his index and middle finger violate your soaking cunt. Despite his orders you're still a drunken, blundering mess with half lidded eyes, promising to keep you locked away in your pleasure.

"If you don't fucking look at me, I'll stop and you'll suffer." He squeezes your clit quite painfully, immediately bringing you out of hedonistic stupor-

"FUCK- WHAT THE FUCK-"

"Do you want me to stop?" He asks, with a note of cockiness that had your brows furrowing.

"Are you stupid?! Of course I don-" before the curse could even escape your mouth in its entirety, Kylo's blocking out your airways. You fight to scratch at his gloved grip around your throat but his grip is fucking metallic.

"Look at how docile you look when you're not running your mouth,"

Your insides were screaming for oxygen, yet your hips rut against his hand. Kylo slyly adds a third finger inside your slippery cunt. "What a whore," he whispers, causing you to fuck forward against his hand, nearly humping yourself to completion as the blood flow to your brain seems to stop completely. You need oxygen and you need to cum. You just don't know which you need more.

"You're nothing but fucking filth-"

Your mouth opens to let a moan escape but it never does, and Kylo watches your struggle with a pained expression of his own.

"F-Fuck, I've never seen anything so vile-"

You were slipping. Whether it was into unconsciousness or an orgasm you couldn't tell. "If you pass out I will fuck you," he whispers, "There's not fucking escaping me-"

And in that very moment, Kylo unlocks the invisible grip on your airways and suddenly you can breathe and cum. Almost immediately you're slipping into a violent, damn near supernatural orgasm that has you seeing every star in the known galaxy.

"F-FUCK- oh my-" You're rutting against his hand, tongue lolling out all while Kylo continues to fuck his fingers into your cunt.

"That's it," He whispers, "Cum for me, you useless fucking whore-" Every vile sliver of degradation causes a fresh wave of pleasure to roll through you until the first droplets of tears are rolling down your cheek.

"Don't fucking do that," he whispers, pulling you closer than ever, "Don't fucking do that unless you want me to fuck you right now-"

He watches the tears roll down your face and absolutely loses it. Now suddenly aware of his own cock aching in his pants.

"K-Kylo please-" You try to push his hand out of you but to no avail. "It's too much-"

But his eyes are shut, and your body is overcome by wave after wave of electrifying shivers. The pleasure quickly bleeds into the pain of being so heavily overstimulated but Kylo is lost in his own world now. He clutches you impossibly closer, mumering obscenities into your hair as he ruts against your ass and you fucking pray for it to be over. Your pussy is fucking spent and yet he's still keeping his hand there, as if driven by his own need to cum.

"You stupid fucking slut- look what you made me do-" He's rutting against your ass, eyes squeezed shut as his hips stutter, "F-Fuck-" the whimper that breaks his voice is utterly intoxicating and you find yourself slipping into another dry orgasm as Kylo pushes against you, cumming in his pants with various expletives falling from his pillowy lips. When your orgasm falls you beg him to let go of you and when he does, you topple to the floor.

Never in your life have you felt so weak. So spent. So utterly used.

Kylo does not spare you a glance when he turns around. "This is where you will reside from now on," he says with finality. Careful to let his voice relay how utterly broken he feels. Just as broken as you.

[crucifiedfaerie]

Gibson Girl | Pt. 1 ༉₊˚✧

Kylo Ren x Fem!Reader

➴ Summary: After a run in with the Supreme Leader, he can't seem to get you out of his head- or leave you alone.

➴ Song: Gibson Girl - Ethel Cain

➴ Part Two | Part Three

➴ Word Count: 3.4k

➴ Warnings: 18+ MDNI, fem!reader, dom!kylo, kinda slowburn ??, kylo is kinda really manipulative, stalker!kylo, um he's right behind me isn't he?, the mask STAYS ON, how does he not get hot in there ??, mean!kylo to soft!kylo, alcohol plus unbalanced power dynamic so dubcon, SMUT (unprotected PiV sex, fingering, hitting, slight sadist!kylo, degrading, scratching, a teeny tiny bit of blood- nothing serious), fluff if you squint, angst if you squint harder, typos and me being illiterate probably

➴ Taglist: ( @enviedear )

A/N: i haven't written a fic in a good four years so apologies if my writing is a little rusty. my partner and i have been watching the starwars movies and the kylo ren brainrot is so real. i need him expeditiously !! i've also been reobsessed with ethel cain recently and gibson girl is sooo kylo coded so i was inspired to write. i really hope you like it, if the response to this is good i might consider making a part two possibly ?? i do have a few other fic ideas for kylo/ben that are stirring around in my brain sooo im excited to share those eventually

It seems as though you've seen the Supreme Leader around more times in the past two weeks than you ever had in the two years you've been working as a technician on the Finalizer. Like a shadow clad in metal and black leather, he seemed to follow you.

It started two weeks ago with an honest mistake. You had woken up late that morning. Rushing out of your chambers and down the hall, you turned the corner a little too quickly, fearing youd be late to work.

When you crashed into him, you thought you had run into durasteel, the way he didn't move an inch. You, however, bounced backwards, hitting the ground and sending the toolbox in your hands flying.

It wasn't until the air that was knocked from your lungs had returned that you realized this dark mass was not made of durasteel. Sitting on the floor, your eyes trailed from the boots in front of you up to the dark expressionless mask you knew only belonged to the most feared man in the galaxy. Kylo Ren, the Supreme Leader of the First Order.

At this realization you scrambled to your feet, picking up your tools as you went and fervently apologizing. You did want to keep your head attached to your shoulders, after all.

"Supreme Leader- I- my apologies sir! I didn't see you th-"

Your string of incoherent apologies was cut short by him wordlessly lifting a gloved hand to silence you. With wide eyes you stared at him as he lowered his hand, bending down to pick up the wrench you had dropped on his boot in the commotion.

He placed it in the toolbox that shook as you tightly grasped it. As he pulled away the leather of his glove brushed against your bare hand, sending a chill down your spine.

He stood there, staring down at you. Past the near-blinding glint of the cold hallway lights bouncing off the dark metal of his mask, you could see your own mortified expression in the reflection of his visor. Your gaze flickered down to the hilt of the saber he kept on his hip and you winced at the mental image of that crimson colored plasma beam he could send shooting through your abdomen at any moment.

Oh gods, im done for. Any second now.

You were pulled from the morbid thoughts of your impending demise by his deep, modulated voice.

"Do not be late." He said sternly, not a speck of emotion behind his words.

You nodded quickly, "Yes Supreme Leader, I- thank you sir!"

You ran down the hall and as you turned the corner, for a split second you saw he had turned to face your direction. Despite that cold mask, you could feel his eyes on you, burning holes through it.

In the days that followed, he began to frequently make small appearances in your life and that feeling of a pair of mystery eyes on you became a familiar sensation. Whether you were eating in the cafeteria, working through a tangle of wires behind a control panel, or simply walking down a hallway, you'd feel your stomach drop. When you looked around there he would be, a creature in a mask, staring you down from afar. After averting your gaze, pretending you didn't notice him, he would continue on and disappear into the darkness of the Finalizer.

To say you were scared of him was an understatement. Was this just an elaborate plan to kill you for dropping your wrench on his foot last week? It couldn't be. If he wanted you dead he would have sliced you in half in the hallway, gods know he's done it to people before.

Fear wasnt the only thing he made you feel. As you knelt on the floor, trying to run a diagnostic test on the navigational software, your mind wandered to who could possibly be underneath that expressionless mask and modulated voice. Was he really the terrifying creature everyone rumored him to be? Or was there a real human under there? A human man with pretty eyes and rough hands from years of training. You let your mind wander to how they would feel in your-

Your thought was cut short by the hairs on the back of your neck standing straight up.

Speak of the devil and he shall appear.

When you turned around he was so close you jumped and dropped your datapad on the floor. The cracking noise made your heart sink. He was standing right behind you, looming over your small frame that was crouched on the ground. He stared down at you, his masked head tilted as if he were pondering something.

"Supreme Leader. W-what do I owe this pleasure?" You managed to choke out.

Kylo reached out a hand to you, and you obliged, your trembling hand dwarfed by his own. The stiff leather of his glove gripped you tightly, lifting you up to stand in front of him.

The modulator in his mask crackled as he spoke "No need to be so terrified, little star." He chuckled a bit but his usual sternness was still present. "I've only come to ask for you to join me in my quarters tonight..." He paused, "you intrigue me."

Your brain went foggy at the sweet nickname he gave you and it felt as though you might pass out at the thought of being invited to his room. Never had you seen Kylo Ren be so kind to anyone, so why you? Your face flushed with pink as you tried to find the right words to say.

"Intrigue you? Sir I can assure you there's nothing intriguing about me, I'm just a techn-"

"Nonsense." He leaned down to get eye level with you, his helmet inches from your face. "I expect you to be there tonight after lights out. When I want something I do not take no for an answer... and I always take what I want." His voice was dead serious but you could almost hear the smirk that was under his visor.

He released your hand from his tight grip and took a step back from you. With a swift turn, he walked down the hall, not giving you a chance to respond. You stood there stunned for a moment then sank down the durasteel wall, reeling from what just happened.

Kylo Ren, the Supreme Leader of the First Order, wanted you in his quarters. Tonight. After lights out.

Later that night, as you were getting ready, you felt like you weren't even in your own body. When you looked at the clock and saw it was 10 minutes until lights out you thought you might throw up from nervousness.

What do you even wear to see the Supreme Leader in his quarters at midnight? Oh gods I'm gonna pass out.

When you were finally satisfied with how you looked, you took a deep breath and exited your chambers. The cold quiet of the flagship's hallways sent a shiver down your spine.

What am I doing? Why would he invite me here? I should just turn around and go back to my quarters.

Your legs felt like Andorian jelly as they moved you down the dark, secluded hallway towards the front of the Finalizer. You ask yourself so many questions as you attempt to suppress every nerve in your body. He was terrifying, but there was something alluring about him, something so... attractive. Something that made you feel like a small insect being lured into a spiders web. And you liked it?

Once you reached the end of the hallway, you realize it's a dead end. The tall, dark double doors enlaid with silver told you this was probably his door.

Do I knock?

Before you could even finish your thought, they opened, seemingly on their own.

The familiar crackle of his modified voice called out to you sternly, "Come in."

You obliged, taking a deep breath before you stepped into his quarters. The room was dimly lit, illuminated only by the warmth of the fireplace. As you looked around, his space was about what you expected it to be, minimalistic and decorated in hues of red and black, but grand enough for a Supreme Leader.

And there he was, sitting in a red lounge chair in front of the fireplace. You saw him pick something up off the coffee table before he stood and approached you.

"I can sense your nervousness, little star. Take this and come with me." Kylo handed you a glass of whiskey before taking your other hand and leading you back towards the fireplace, motioning for you to sit in the chair across from his.

As you sat, holding the glass in one hand and feeling the velvet cushion beneath you with the other you realized you hadn't said a word to him yet.

"Supreme Leader sir, its an honor to have been invited here by you. Your quarters are... magnificent."

He chuckled. "I'm glad you like it, but there's no need to bother with honorifics when you're here. You may call me Kylo."

"K-Kylo..." You tested out his name, unsure if he was being serious.

This has to be a dream. This cant be real. He can't be-

He nodded, speaking as he poured another glass of whiskey for himself. "I invited you here only to get to know each other. It would be rude of me to expect my guest to be so formal with me."

You felt your face get hot and you look at the floor illuminated by the fire. "Apologies if this is too forward... but how can we get to know each other if I dont even know what you look like?"

I shouldn't have said that. Surely he'll kill me for even asking. Stupid. Stupid.

He fell silent for a moment and stared at you. You internally panicked, thinking your forwardness had angered him.

You've really done it this time.

Kylo reached up and you heard a click followed by a quiet hiss emitted from his helmet. Pulling the helmet up slightly, he revealed the bottom half of his face, and oh gods was he beautiful. His dark locks fell down and brushed his jaw which looked as if it had been carved from marble, and you think you caught the beginnings of a scar lining it.

"Compromise." He flashed a dark smile before taking a sip from his glass. Kylo's unmodulated voice was smooth and deep, a sound you could find yourself getting used to hearing. You watched his Adam's apple move as he swallowed the dark liquor down.

After setting his glass back on the table, Kylo lowered his helmet and clicked it back into place.

"I haven't been able to get you out of my head since our run in. You interest me so much." He mused.

You sighed shakily. "I dont mean to disappoint you s- Kylo, but there isn't much that is interesting about me or my life. Especially here on the Finalizer, most of my days tend to be the same."

You had taken only a few sips of your drink but your head was already getting foggy.

He ignored what you said, seemingly more eager to tell you something he's been wanting to say for two weeks now. "Your mind is what intrigues me most. I can hear them, your thoughts, and they are so loud." You could almost hear the smirk on his face.

He what.

"You what?" You choke out, your face going bright red.

No. no no no.

He chuckled darkly. "No need to be embarrassed, little star. I enjoy listening to your thoughts of me. How late at night you think about my hands groping your body. How you fantasize about being immoral in a complete stranger's lap. How right now you're thinking about me hurting you..." He paused, "I cannot lie to you, my thoughts have been plagued with yours for weeks now. Thats why I invited you here, so I could show you everything you wish you had."

You tried to speak, but couldn't find the words. Your face was flushed with pink and the whiskey was starting to take its toll on your thinking skills.

He stood from his chair and stepped towards you, taking the glass from your hand and setting it down on the table next to his. Towering over you, he leant down closer to you. His gloved hand lightly trailed down your face and snaked it's way behind your neck, his fingers weaving through your hair. He tightened his grasp and pulled down, forcing you to look up at him.

"Tell me, sweet thing. Are you scared of me right now?" He already knew the answer but wanted to hear it.

You nodded, looking up at him with wide eyes. "Y-yes Kylo."

"Good." He said coldly. The tone of his voice changed, as if his sweetness earlier was simply a ruse to lure you in. He pulled you up by your hair to stand, and in one swift motion he had you thrown over his shoulder.

He carried you away down a dark hallway, the light from the fireplace growing dimmer and more distant as he took you deeper into his quarters.

Like a little insect caught in a spider's web.

Once he entered his room, Kylo threw you on his bed carelessly, nearly knocking the air from your lungs.

He immediately went to work on your clothes, pulling your shirt and pants off, almost ripping them in the process. You were left only in your underwear, writhing from the heat growing in your core.

Kylo admired your body, running his cold, leather clad hands along your thighs roughly, spreading your legs. He had been waiting for weeks to do this. The seam of his glove brushed across your clothed clit, causing you to let out a whine.

"Such a pretty voice... I want to hear more of it." He said sternly before pulling your underwear to the side and running two gloved fingers down your folds, coating them in your slick. You gasped at the contact.

Without warning Kylo pushed his fingers inside your entrance, curling his fingers upwards causing your back to arch. As he pumped his fingers into your cunt, he went to work on your clit with his thumb. His other hand snaked its way up your body, stopping once it was wrapped tightly around your neck.

Waves of pleasure washed over you as he stretched you out with his fingers. You felt your climax quickly approaching "Please- sir. Please m'gonna-"

He pulled his hand away and you groaned at how empty you now felt. You rubbed your legs together to get a little bit of friction, but were halted by the sharp sting of his hand coming down on your thigh. You let out a loud yelp.

"Needy little slut." He raised one hand and an invisible force spread your legs fully and froze your entire body in place, while his other hand worked to undo his belt. "You don't get to cum until I say you can, understand?"

You only whined in response. He slapped you hard and grabbed your face forcefully, leaning down closer to you, his visor millimeters from your face. "Say it. say it!"

"Mhmm yes sir I understand!" You whined loudly. Your face stung and you could taste copper.

He let go of your face and finished freeing his cock. You nearly pass out from the sight of it.

Oh gods help me, how is that supposed to fit?

He chuckled at your thought as he lined himself up at your entrance "Don't worry little star, we'll make it fit." He said evilly before pushing inside, watching you as your face contorted from the pain and pleasure of his cock splitting you open.

You nearly scream, letting out a choked whine as he bottomed out, pressing forcefully on that bundle of nerves deep inside you. You tried to adjust to his size but without any warning he withdrew himself before slamming back into you again.

His thrusts were erratic, unrelenting on that sensitive spot, hitting it with every snap of his hips.

"F-fuck... Kylo- you're gonna make m-me cum." You whined, feeling tears prick your eyes as you were reaching your breaking point.

He reached up and grabbed your throat, squeezing, which made your head feel lighter. "Shut the fuck up and hold it." He said coldly. It sounded like a whisper coming from the modulator of his mask.

He pounded into you with such power, and it sent shockwaves rippling through your body. You screamed as he thrusted into you, showing not a speck of mercy on your much smaller frame.

Kylo felt your walls twitching around him. "You wanna cum so bad don't you?" He cooed, feigning sympathy for you.

You nodded your head desperately.

"Beg for it then. Beg to cum on my cock and I might just let you." He growled.

"P-Please-" You whimpered, on the verge of tears.

"I said beg!" Kylo struck the side of your face again, harder this time.

"Please! Please let me cum Kylo!" You cried.

He let out a satisfied groan, gripping your hair and tugging to make you look up more. "Go ahead then, little star. Cum for me." You could hear the smirk behind his mask.

An invisible hand went to work on your clit as he continued to ram into you with unrelenting speed. This sent you over the edge, the tight feeling in your abdomen burst as a wave of euphoria washed over your body. You dug your nails into Kylo's back. Despite him being clothed, you know you did it hard enough to draw blood. You heard him wince but the raw pleasure he was inflicting on your body was too much for you to care about that.

He's cold blooded so it takes more time to bleed.

His thrusts became sloppy and harder as he neared his own release. He had come completely undone, his emotionless façade gone as he whispered sweet nothings and strings of curse words through his mask.

"Fuck-" He said your name, lingering on it, drawing it out in a sickly sweet way. "Gods- your body- its so- I'm in love with it. Fuck."

A few thrusts later, Kylo buried himself inside you to the hilt one last time, bottoming out and groaning as he pumped your cunt full of his cum.

You felt his cock twitch inside you as he looked down at you, hands pressed into the bed on either side of your head and breathing heavily through his modulator.

Kylo pulled out as he stood up and you felt his cum leak out of you and down your thigh onto the bed. You watched as he tucked himself back into his trousers and redo his belt. He went into the refresher attached to his bedroom to retrieve a towel and you felt the bed dip when he returned.

He wiped his cum away gently with the towel and you yelped from the sudden overstimulation.

"Shhh" he cooed, still stern. "I'm only trying to help." Kylo threw the towel to the floor and sat on the bed, back leaning against the headboard. He pulled you closer to him so your head rested in his lap. You watched as he pulled his gloves off for the first time and you took a mental note of how strong his hands looked.

He ran his long fingers through your hair and you sighed, closing your eyes. "I could get used to this." You said sleepily.

The last thing you heard before you succumbed to sleep was, "Me too, little star." Even through the crackle of his modulator, it almost sounded like he was deep in thought.

When you awoke in his bed the next morning, Kylo was gone. As you rolled to the side of the bed, you could still smell him on his bedsheets.

On the bed next to you was a black box wrapped in red ribbon, with a note attached. You opened it and inside was a new datapad, with a fresh, uncracked screen. The note read: "Little star, apologies for the broken datapad. I expect you'll be here when I return later. -K.R."

You smiled as you sunk your head back into his pillows.

[fridayincarnate]

Happy Kiss a Ginger Day!

Hux dreads a frivolous holiday, certain that his rivals in the First Order will take advantage of the occasion to humiliate him. He would expect Ren to be the first in line—to humiliate him, of course, not kiss him—but what happens when that isn't the case? (1125 words)

Hux spends the entire day on edge. On any other day these stark black corridors are a familiar comfort, but they draw attention to his brilliant red hair that is deeply undesirable today. He sees the gleam of mischief as each set of eyes locks onto him and he locks down his scowl tight.

No one would ever have dared to steal a kiss of all things from the General last time this ridiculous holiday came up on the calendar. Things have changed since Supreme Leader Kylo Ren snatched the throne out of Hux’s reach, though, and he has heard the rumblings of the rumor mill. The officers who had once respected Hux—or at least feared him—are now eager to see him taken down a peg. This is exactly the kind of humiliation they will delight in.

He wonders which fool will be the first to try it. Hux may no longer have the support of the Supreme Leader, but he still has a monomolecular blade up his sleeve.

It turns out to be a smug-looking captain, on the bridge, at the worst possible moment.

Hux freezes. His fingers twitch around empty air, unable to reach for his knife.

It is the worst possible moment because Ren is here, speaking with Pryde about battle plans which should be Hux’s responsibility—yet another indignity. Were Hux the highest ranked officer present, he would not have a single qualm about teaching this man a pointed lesson, but Pryde and Ren have the authority to impose worse consequences than an embarrassing knock to his dignity. The impertinent captain appears to know it, too, his smirk far too bold as he reaches for the side of Hux’s neck.

Even worse than the threat of court martial is the thought of explaining this whole thing to Ren, who seems to be oblivious to this extremely irritating First Order tradition. (Hux suspects his father started it to harass the pretty female officers who were too smart to have anything to do with him otherwise, but to Hux’s great annoyance the “holiday” survived Brendol.) Hux isn’t sure why he thinks Ren is unaware of it. Perhaps because Ren was the only person with the status to get away with publicly embarrassing him like this for the last five years, and Hux was certain that nothing could appeal to Ren more.

Publicly embarrassing him, that is. Not kissing him. An unwelcome flutter turns Hux’s stomach—nerves, obviously. He does not dwell on why explaining “Kiss a Ginger Day” to Ren is a fate worse than court martial; it simply is.

The captain presses closer into Hux’s space. Hux senses the entire bridge lean in, holding its collective breath to see if Hux will permit this. Lieutenant Mitaka’s pitiful doe eyes look on with poorly disguised hope. A sadistic smile twists Pryde’s dry lips.

Hux closes his eyes rather than meet Ren’s.

A shocked murmur passes over him in the dark, followed by a thud and a sickening crunch. Hux opens his eyes. The captain is a groaning pile on the floor on the other side of the room.

“General Hux. With me.” Ren storms right past Hux, cape trailing behind him. He does not turn to see Pryde follow, instead holding up a hand and barking a sharp, “Dismissed.”

Dread sinks like a stone in Hux’s chest. He has no choice but to follow Ren, alone, into the lift. He braces himself as the doors close and waits for Ren to demand an explanation. The last thing he expects Ren to say is:

“You’re safe.”

It would be wise to stifle his disbelieving scoff for his own continued safety, but reason is a moment too slow to stop Hux’s retort. “With you? Excuse me if I don’t hold my breath.”

“You could show some gratitude,” Ren scowls. “I just saved your life.”

“You—” Hux’s head snaps up to meet Ren’s gaze. “What?”

“That man. He just…” Ren takes a halting step towards Hux, brow gnarled between confusion and hostility. “He tried to kill you. Reached for your neck. I stopped him.”

Hux lets out an embarrassing, fluttery laugh before he can stop himself.

“You value your life so little?” Ren’s eyes flick over Hux’s face, studying his expression. A warm puff of breath ghosts across Hux’s cheeks. He shivers.

“Far from it,” Hux says. “He wasn’t trying to kill me, Ren, he was….”

Hux falters, heat flooding up from his chest at the prospect of saying it out loud. Ren is standing so close. They are not touching, but Hux still feels his body heat in the excited stir of the electrons between them, the only source of warmth in this cold, compact lift.

“What?” Ren’s eyebrows twitch.

“He was trying to kiss me,” Hux says, and immediately feels ridiculous.

“Oh.” The crease in Ren’s brow deepens. “Then it’s even better that I stopped him.”

“Better?” Hux sharpens his incredulity to a point. “You would rather I be killed than kissed?”

“Yes. No. Why would anyone kiss you?” Ren looms, his shadow eclipsing Hux from the harsh fluorescence of the lift. The question stings for reasons Hux can’t explain, but Ren’s blunt jab wields more consternation than mockery.

“You really don’t know what day it is, do you?”

Ren looks Hux up and down. “Your birthday?” he asks flatly.

“You don’t even know,” Hux insists with a shade of a smirk, “and you can’t stand the thought that anyone might kiss me.” Hux notices the way Ren’s gaze lingers on his mouth and is beginning to understand why.

“If you won’t tell me,” Ren says, his voice gathering stormclouds as he raises a threatening hand to Hux’s temple, “I’ll just have to—”

Hux catches the end of Ren’s sentence with a firm crush of his lips.

Ren chokes on his shock, his broad chest shuddering in a gasp that is singularly satisfying to devour. Hux knows he’s made the right decision when Ren folds around him like gift wrap around a present—secreting him away from any prying eyes but the intended recipient’s. Ren’s kiss is an act of possession, but it is also an act of worship. Hux has never felt so cherished as he does with Ren’s plush lips chasing every taste of his own like he’s afraid he’ll run out of time. For every demand that Ren’s firm hands make, tugging Hux against him by his waist, Ren’s lips give him tenfold back, yielding to Hux’s licks and bites with a desperation that he never expected to feel from the Supreme Leader. Ren chases Hux’s mouth with a needy moan when Hux pulls back.

“Happy Kiss a Ginger Day, Ren.”

The look on Ren’s face is almost as delicious as their second kiss.

[raparopa]

Hello! May I request general hux with a resistance reader who saves him like he's all bleeding out and dieing but the reader comes along and scoops him up to patch him up for whatever reason maybe they know he's the spy or smth? Anyway have a good day and take care of yourself :)

-🍷

a/n: I am very happy to write about star wars))) thanks for the request! Looking forward to more posts from you guys!

warnings: language (?), mention of blood and violence, reader's POV, I don't know what first order prison cells look like

pairing: Armitage Hux x fem!resistance!reader

hux! hux?

All I found was blood running from my lip and dripping onto the floor of the cell the First Order put me in. In fact, there was nothing surprising in the fact that I was in captivity. When you fight for freedom, you prepare yourself for the fact that sooner or later you will have to give up your life or freedom for your goal.

They needed someone who has information, well, and in addition, someone who knows Rey and her plans (apparently for Kylo Ren's personal purposes, each time he can get it as he can).

I wiped the blood from my face with my palm and found scarlet spots on the skin. I've been in possession for so long that I've already lost track of time. But it was better than facing endless interrogations and forceful methods again. In order not to go crazy, I count the scratches on the seemingly safe walls of my cell and have almost reached a hundred ...

Out of my field of vision, hurried, ragged steps were heard, as if my unexpected guest doubted his actions. I was filled with curiosity, but I didn't move, only peering out of the corner of my eye at the metal that had replaced the wall that opened onto the corridor. But my brain suddenly flashed when something red flashed behind the wall. I turned my head too, extremely sharply when I realized who exactly disturbed my prison peace.

Hux.

Hux!

Hux?

The First Order general stood in front of the door that led to the cell, his face haughty and his chin held high. My brows furrowed as soon as I saw him. He was alone, unguarded, and not even Phasma was around. The corridor was completely empty, only two sides of the same war face to face, separated this time only by an iron grid of bars.

Something was clearly wrong, and you didn't have to be Force sensitive to feel it.

-You,- he said harshly to me. -Come here immediately.

I raised my eyebrows, amazed at the turn of events.

-For what? -I said with a stupid smile. -To what? He grinned viciously, quickly turning his head to the sides, surveying the corridor.

-Get over here quickly, Y/L!- he hissed angrily through his teeth, inaudibly hitting the iron with his fist.

The smile immediately disappeared from my face, and I cautiously got up from the bunk, striding over the distance between them, cautiously pushing my shoulder forward, as if for an attack.

-Closer! You want the entire First Order to run? Stupid revolutionary...!

-Yes, I’m coming!”-I interrupted his angry tirade and slid closer to the grate, crossing my arms over my chest. -What owes such close attention to the general personally?

He rolled his eyes in annoyance at my outburst.

- What, the sadistic vein woke up? Came to take another session of torture? I said that I...

-I'm a spy.

I froze in mid-sentence, interrupted by his sharp, like a shot, statement, and my hands fell like those of a weak-willed rag doll.

-What?- I blurted out involuntarily.

-I'm a spy! How many more times do you have to say it before it gets to your rebel head? I am a spy for the First Order.

My face stretched and my stomach twisted into a tight tube as my mind frantically processed what it had just said and the full meaning finally dawned on me.

-It can not be...

-May be.

-But why?! How so?! - I had a hundred questions and a hundred words spinning on my tongue, but I managed to say only this, and that, with great difficulty. Hux chuckled, eyes flashing.

-I don't care who wins - the Resistance or the First Order, I want Kylo Ren to lose.

-Kriff…- I breathed. Armitage Hux was a fucking traitor, the one who sent data to the Resistance, helped us all along. It couldn't even be called a dream, more like a hallucination, a mirage that caused the hot sun if I was on Tatooine now.

-That changes everything... That's all...- I almost suffocated from everything that was happening. -Kriff...- I looked up at him, thinking that I would find at least a hint that he was lying, but at the mention of Kylo Ren, his face was contorted with such anger that there was no doubt left - he had just confessed to me that he was spying for the Resistance. -And now what? How can I use this information?

Hux lifted his chin again.

- I have data that will be useful to the Resistance. I will give them to you, and you will give them to your general.

-I don’t know if it’s noticeable or not,- I giggled nervously, leaning my shoulder against the cold wall. - But I'm still in the cell. I'm in prison. And a little shocked, but that doesn't matter. Now I wanted to laugh out loud, loud enough for the whole galaxy to hear. Kriff, Poe, and Finn will rip me to the bone if they find out!

Hux rolled his eyes in annoyance again.

- I'll help you leave so that you pay the least attention to yourself and make the least noise. As you usually do, children of Leia.

I thought.

-Why do you think I'll believe you, red-headed bastard?- I said low and softly, staring fixedly at his painfully pale face. He curled his lips arrogantly.

-Don't think. You have no other choice, rebel scum. Well, do you just rot here.

x x x

Surprisingly, this red-haired trickster kept his word and pulled me out of the cell. True, of course, damn it, it didn’t work out without noise, and we drew attention to ourselves. Both. And now Hux was called not a spy, but a traitor and a deserter.

I picked up the stunned stormtrooper's new blaster as I fired at the others around the corner. There was nothing left before the cherished ship, here they are, the cherished couple of meters to my freedom, a little more, and I will again be able to breathe deeply.

I pulled the trigger on the blaster again, glare flickered down the hallway. I saw that somewhere, among the stormtroopers, Hux was flickering - he was darting about in a black-orange spot against the background of light armor and it was hard not to notice him, but he worried me the least while I was fighting for my life again. My eyes were covered with a scarlet veil of excitement and hatred, while the blaster in my hands heated up, and the soldiers remained less and less. Somewhere I heard a loud exclamation, and a strange, dull thud, but I did not pay attention, jumping out from around the corner and removing the rest of the obstacles from the horizon, making my way to the ships.

I looked at every centimeter I passed—quickly, but quickly, adrenaline filled my limbs with unprecedented lightness, blood pounded in my ears, and then my eyes opened and closed several times.

-what, you got shot?- I asked for some reason, as if it was not obvious from Hux, who was pinned to the wall, and a pool of blood near him.

He didn't answer, just looking at me in fear.

-Kriff…- I muttered, shoving the Imperial blaster into my belt. -Where to?-Where is the injury?

He shook his head and I saw how his uniform was smoking in the area of ​​the left shoulder.

-Well, how is it ... - for some reason, I escaped with regret. -Give me a hand. I extended my hand to him.

-Go away,- he fished out a block with information from his pocket with great difficulty and jabbed it at my shoulder.

This made me angry. For some reason I wanted to help him stay alive, he would have died anyway, if I had left him here, he would either bleed out or be shot before I got to the base.

Why am I thinking about this?

I'm sure it's only because he pulled me out of the cell.

Only because of this.

I'm sure.

- And he said that I was a fool, - with an unprecedented force for myself, I grabbed his collar of a black uniform and pulled it towards me, putting the already former general on his feet. Hux immediately hunched over, almost collapsing. -Give at least a modicum of effort so I can help!- I barked at him.

He gave me a wild look, but complied, wrapping his good arm around me like a lifeline.

-You would have been killed here anyway, but at least there is a small chance that you will live longer ...- I muttered to myself under my breath, dragging him along with me. - I'm sure Leia will be very ... glad ...

-She'll kill me.- He protested weakly.

-She won’t kill you,- I drawled. -Other guys are doing this in the Resistance. Moreover, we value guys like you, well, who know a lot about the rear of the enemy. - The power slowly began to leave me, but there was not much left. -Besides, from our base it is much more interesting to watch the defeat of Kylo Ren than dangerously close to him.

Hux mumbled something incomprehensibly, hobbling, trying to echo my heavy steps. Probably agreed. How strange.

x x x

The troughs of the First Order weren't as disgusting as I had previously thought. The general collapsed on another seat, sighing as if he was about to split into two. The ship jumped into hyperspace and I jumped out of my pilot's seat, grabbing my first aid kit.

-Come on, taking off your tunic.-I ordered, and Hux immediately stopped dragging out his extreme drama, again looking at me in fear.

-You look like I haven’t seen naked men.- I grunted, sitting on the floor. -Come on, come on, I’ll treat you, General Hux.

[bae4choi]

STARWARS - P.SH

Kylo ren! Seonghwa x Jedi/resistance member! Reader

Genre: Smut, little bit of fluff at the end

Word Count: 4,103

Warnings: mentions of violence, mentions of death, choking, dom! Seonghwa, sub fem! Reader, unprotected sex (let's not🫶), name calling (pretty, pretty girl, Hwaseong), dirty talk, grinding, hickey giving (f. Receiving), fingering (f. Receiving), handjob (m. Receiving), squirting, hair pulling, clit slapping, wall fucking, creampie

Authors Note: This took way too damn long to write😭 although, I am happy with it and I hope you enjoyed!! It's not proof read because I'm lazy.. sorry!

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The sound of the room code being put in was heard beeping from the inside, shifting in your spot on the somewhat vertical metal slate when hearing it. The chunky metal cuffs uncomfortably dug into the skin of your wrists and ankles. Your movement was small as you were restrained, only allowing you to lift your head slightly to peak at the hexagon like shaped entrance.

The two sides of the door that met together in the middle were torn apart when the code was correctly put in. Stepping into your secluded prison area were two identical storm troopers, guns occupying the both of their hands. They walked in synk before stepping away from one another to allow him to walk through.

You heard the metal doors behind them shut in a loud echoing sound, but the only thing you could focus on was his full black body outfit as it stood out compared to the suits of his army. The cape fluttering behind him before he stopped a few feet in front of yourself, you could already imagine the smug look on his face under that stupid helmet of his.

"Good to see you again, pretty" His voice came out husky and low with the alterations the helmet made to his originally velvety and smooth voice, you had become rather accustomed to it these past few months.

You retorted back, the words only coming out in mumbles from the annoyingly dirty cloth gagging you. His chuckle resonated through the room in response as he walked closer to you, his gloved hands pulling the cloth from your mouth before you turned your head away in disgust.

He sighed, shaking his head disapprovingly at the scowl you had on your face, knowing it was aimed for himself.  With the flick of his wrist the closed sliding doors behind him opened.

"Out." His head turned towards the side, angled down as he talked to his two soldiers.

Two quick "yes sirs" left their mouths before exiting the doors. The man in front of you once again had his attention back on you as the doors behind him shut, leaving the two of you alone.

"Y/N"

"Hwaseong" you spit his name out like venom, you despised him, absolutely despised him. after all, he murdered your father with absolutely no remorse. You were not on his side, you were a Jedi, this was not your territory. Yet, you always ended up alone with him one way or another.

"You always act like this at first, yet one touch will have you coming undone on my fingers, isn't that right pretty?" His gloved hand came to stroke your face, your head instantly jerking away from his touch.

He let out a scoff, his hand aggressively gripping your chin and forcing you to look at him.

"Don't make me hurt you" His voice came out more as a sadistic growl then a command.

"Fuck you" you spat as your nose flared in anger, only then realizing what was coming next when he tilted his head to the side in a mocking way.

You felt the tension in your throat rise when he let go of your chin, hand held out in the air a few inches away from your neck. Feeling the way he began cutting off your air flow with just his mind, your head was being forcibly pressed up against the metal behind yourself. You choked out when he clamped his hand tighter. Your vision becoming hazy with the lack of oxygen. A small whimper left you, then an inaudible mumble following after.

"What was that, pretty?" He teased when he saw tears brimming at your eyes, another quiet mumble leaving your mouth.

"Speak up." He commanded.

"S-stop!" It was quiet, but louder than your last two attempts.

He obeyed, letting his arm fall to his side as he watched you cough and gasp for air. Seeing a few tears sliding down your cheeks and laughing to himself.

"You know what I want Y/N and I know you'll give it to me" He spoke.

You wanted so badly to get out of your restraints, wipe the embarrassing tears off your face and leave. But the growing heat in your pants was saying otherwise, your body spoke for itself and it wanted him. You shook your head 'no' in response to his words, your head hanging low while keeping your gaze away from him. but he was unconvinced.

"I know you enjoy it, pretty" His hand played with a strand of your hair, "when my fingers are buried inside that drenched cunt of yours" he tucked the strand of hair behind your ear, as you bit your lip.

"We have a bond, one like no other" his hand came under your chin, raising your eyes to his covered ones.

"I can feel your arousal from here" His thumb wiped a tear from your face, you shook your head again in his grasp.

"I don't need you, Hwaseong, I don't" you choked out, you couldn't let him get to you, not again. Not after all the shit he has done to your family and friends.

You were apart of the resistance, the last known Jedi, one who fought against the first order. You couldn't betray them like this.

At least, not again.

"No, but you want me. Why disregard your feelings? why must you always deny it every time we see one another, hmm?" His hand remained on your face as you glared at him, it angered you that he was right.

"Take your helmet off" you demanded, searching the metal helmet for a certain reaction or movement.

He removed his hand from your face, bringing both of them up to his head. Clicking both triggers on each side of the helmet to release the suction, before lifting it above his head. His sharp eyes met yours as he let the helmet drop to the floor, the metal floor and helmet making a loud clank. His blonde, almost silvery white hair sitting perfectly atop his head as a smirk was plastered on his face.

He saw your pupils dilate, practically sparkling as you laid your eyes on him. Just as you always did when he took his helmet off.

"Your reaction never fails to turn me on, pretty. Keep looking at me like that and you won't even remember you're a member of the resistance when I'm done with you" there it was, that smooth seductive voice of his. That voice that always had you seeing stars and forgetting your own name. You didn't even care about the meaning of his words, only his delivery.

His hands found their way to your waist, caressing and drawing circles on them delicately before moving them farther up. Ghosting the tips of his thumbs against your clothed nipples, the breathy moan you let out going straight to his growing erection.

"Take the restraints off Hwa" You tried jerking your arms away in attempt to free yourself, only wanting to get closer to him. He let out a chuckle before flicking his wrist, the restraints coming undone by the force.

You fell forward, landing into his grasp. Hands falling into his chest before snaking them around his shoulders as his came to your waist. Breathing the same air as your breaths fanned over one another's faces.

He was the first to close the gap, slamming his lips into yours. Pushing your back against the metal slate you were once restrained to.

Your lips moved in sync, sucking, licking, and biting. His hands squeezed your waist harder, most definitely leaving bruises for you to later find. Deepening the kiss when he pushed his tongue into your mouth, a desperate sounding moan leaving your throat when he began sucking on your tongue.

Your hands became tangled in the back of his hair, trying to bring his face as close as possible. Either of his hands made it to your thigh, lifting it and bringing it around his side. You ground your hips into his erection, earning yourself a delightful growl from the man who had his tongue shoved in your mouth.

The taste of his saliva was like nothing else you had ever experienced before, you could never get enough of it. He separated from your swollen lips and you whined from the lost of contact. He let out a small breathy laugh between the wet kisses he left on your jawline down to your neck. His tongue poked out from his mouth, allowing it to lick a strip of your warm skin, and causing shivers to run down your spin.

He soon after latched his plump lips around your neck, sucking and biting. Leaving his marks all over you. He wanted nobody but himself touching you, you were his.

"You know" he said between open mouth kisses and sucks on your neck, you hummed, pulling him closer by the leg wrapped around his torso.

"Our telepathy works whenever" you let out a high pitched whine when he found the sweet spot on your neck, he continued to abuse that spot when he felt your hips grind into his.

"I can hear you thinking about me when touching yourself" you let out an embarrassed whimper then mumbling out a quiet 'no'.

Although your telepathy bond could work at any given time, you didn't think he could hear you at such vulnerable times, how embarrassing.

"No- you can't" he chuckled into your neck.

"Oh but I can. You make it so hard for me not to take my ship straight to wherever you may be and fuck that precious little cunt of yours, pretty" you whined, your hand ruining his perfectly combed hair as you let your fingers tangle and grip the soft locks as you pushed him farther into the side of your neck.

You were so desperate, desperate for the feeling of his fingers plunging in and out of your core. Curling them up and having your legs a shaking mess as you came all over them.

"Hwa please, just fuck me, please" you practically begged, pressing your hips closer to his, you felt his smile on the skin of your neck as a response.

He ran a hand over the fabric of your baggy pants around your raised thigh. Bringing them higher before teasing the hem of your pants, his cold gloved fingers pushing just a bit past the fabric as they ghosted over your warm skin, sending chills throughout your body.

"Stop teasing" you mumbled out, letting one of your hands fall to your pants and pushing the fabric just below your plump ass.

He chuckled at your desperation. Dropping your leg from his side, allowing your pants to drop to your ankles before you stepped out of them. You looked up at him, his eyes meeting yours before his hand disappeared into the fabric of your panties.

His other hand raised you leg again, this time higher so he could get more access. You let your head fall back into the metal while closing your eyes when his fingers found your clit, skillfully drawing circles around the bundle of nerves.

The fabric of his black leather gloves making your body shudder with the harsh yet pleasing contact.

"I can hear how wet you are, pretty. just as I want you" he smirked when pushing two fingers into your tight cunt, curling them slightly once fully inside. Just as you were craving them to do so.

You whined at the extra stretch his gloves caused. He gave your jawline wet open mouth kisses as he began moving his fingers in and out of you. His open hand came to your panties before ripping them off your body, a rather breathy gasp leaving your throat when hearing the sound. 

Now he could see just how big of a mess you were making on his fingers. he threw the torn material to the other side of the room, continuing to watch his now glistening gloved fingers disappear in you and reappear again. His pace began to speed up, wet lewd sounds bouncing off the walls.

You could barely control the sounds that were leaving yourself. You were too focused on the pleasure you felt with his fingers abusing your clenching hole and how the palm of his hand continued to slap onto your clit as he did so.

As one of your hands was on his shoulder, the other came to stop his moving one as you felt a weird feeling as you came closer to your high.

"S-stop, it feels weird" You tried to push his hand away but his other hand slapped yours away with an animalistic growl.

"You're fine, pretty. Enjoy yourself" he chuckled, watching as your arousal dripped around his fingers as the rammed into you.

"N-no Hwa, I'm serious- ah fuck!" You clenched around him as you felt the pleasure come over you, cumming all over his fingers, not even being able to comprehend the amount of liquid squirting from yourself and down your legs.

"Shit.." He watched in awe as your brows furrowed and mouth opened, your back arching up from the metal slate behind you. Your juices squirting out all over his hand, coating a good amount of his clothes and the floor in your essence.

His fingers slowed as you came down from your high, your face flushing red in embarrassment.

"Don't be embarrassed, pretty. That's the hottest thing I've seen in a long time" he chuckled and put your leg down and you covered your face with your hands. That was the first time you've ever squirted, you didn't even think you could physically do such a thing.

You peaked around your hands when you heard the sound of clothing hitting the ground, your eyes landing on his bare abdomen. You cursed to yourself when laying your eyes on his perfectly toned body.

You followed his lead, taking your shirt off then reaching your hands behind your back to unclip your bra. He watched you with hooded eyes as the straps fell down your shoulders, soon leading to your bra hitting the damp floor and releasing your pretty tits. He cursed under his breath when you looked up to him.

"You're stunning Y/N, the most beautiful girl I've ever laid my eyes on" He told you while his hands began undoing his pants, your mouth falling slightly agape in shock from his words. He saw your face, letting a small smile take over his lips.

"Don't pretend that you don't know it's true" he told you.

Now if you were to tell your friends and your mother, along with the rest of the resistance that the Hwaseong had just called you the most beautiful girl he's ever seen. They'd laugh straight in your face, because surely the most feared man in the galaxy felt nothing for anyone, right? Or at least that's what you had thought.

"Hwaseong-"

"It's Seonghwa, pretty. My name is Seonghwa" His pants fell to the ground leaving him in tight black boxers, his throbbing erection being seen through the fabric.

"W-why are you telling me this, Hwaseong? I don't understand" you shook your head as he got closer to you, his hand lifted your chin, raising your face to his before pressing a soft delicate kiss on your lips. A feeling that you had never felt with him before.

"I don't know" he whispered against your lips "but I want you to call me that, will you do that for me?" His eyes flickered between yours, awaiting your response.

"Yes, Seonghwa" you pressed your forehead to his.

Why you agreed, you don't know. Something about Seonghwa had you fully pulled in. Into something you had never experienced before in your life. You've had sex with others before him but nothing was as pleasurable and special as it was with him and it confused you.

The both of you were so different in so many aspects. He was on the dark side trying to take over the galaxy while you were there to stop him, create peace throughout the galaxy.

The only thing that you had to blame for this was the bond. Which also confused you because, why was it there? Why was it that you could communicate with him whenever you felt the desire and how could he do the same? And why was it that you even desired to talk to him?

It's as if the two of you are connected by souls, maybe this is what the people would call soulmates.

the two of you had moments where you had thought of joining forces and it wasn't because of the sex you were sharing, rather the way you felt when you were together. The feeling of being on top of the world. That is how you felt with him at times, but you were always reminded of who he was and what he has done.

Yet, you couldn't help but forgive him.

Your hand roamed over his torso, outlining his abs with your fingers and then his v-line before slipping your hand past the fabric of his boxers. He let out a sigh of relief when you had fully grasped his hot erection. Giving it a teasing squeeze before running your finger along the slit, smearing the precum around the head of his cock.

"Seonghwa.?" You questioned, the warmth of your breath spreading over his face. He hummed in response, letting his hips grind into your hand as he squeezed his eyes shut and dropped his head back in pleasure.

"I want you to fuck me like I'm the only girl in the galaxy"

His eyes shot open before he looked down at you, a look of surprise on his face. You became shy under his gaze, slowing the movements of your hand around his cock. But that feeling only lasted a second before he grabbed you face and slammed his lips into yours.

Your surprised gasp being swallowed by Seonghwa's mouth before kissing him back. Your teeth sometimes clanking together from the rough movements. The two of your bare chests met together, spreading the warmth of your flesh to one another. The pace of your  hand stroking his cock became faster and more rough, you brought your other hand to the back of his neck pushing him farther into your mouth.

You couldn't get close enough to him, no matter how hard your tried. You wanted him, all of him.

You separated from the kiss and his groin before catching his eyes as the two of you caught your breaths. Your bodies still being pressed together

"Will you?" You asked, meeting his eyes and still awaiting a reply from your previous question.

"Of course" His eyes remained on yours as he pushed his boxers fully down to his feet. His cock springing free from the material as his feet stepped out of the fabric.

His hands came in contact with both sides of your waist, giving the plush skin a small squeeze.

"Jump" he ordered and you obeyed. He easily lifted your body as if you weighed nothing and your legs came to wrap around his torso. His hands moved to hold the under side of your thighs and your arms wrapped around his neck to stable yourself.

He gently pushed you back against the metal slate behind yourself. It was different from the times he would slam you up against the metal, he always had you a bleeding mess under him as he interrogated you and pried answers from your mouth. Although you as well, never left him without a good beat.

Goosebumps spread across your skin when the metal hit your bare back, but the warmth of his chest pressed to yours made up for it. He began rubbing his hard cock through your wet arousal, as small gasp leaving your throat as he lubed himself before aligning with the entrance of your sobbing cunt.

His eyes met yours, asking for permission to push into you. It was something you had appreciated and adored, he may be the most feared man in the galaxy but he wouldn't ever push you to do anything sexual with him if you didn't want to.

Although he wouldn't hesitate beating you half to death when the two of you would get into fights. It was quite humorous.

"Please fuck me, Seonghwa. " You pushed your hips forward, your cunt sucking in the tip of his cock with ease.

He let out a hiss of pleasure when you clenched around him. Your head dropped onto his shoulder as he slowly pushed the rest of his length into you. Your sweet moans reaching his ears when he pulled almost all the way out before thrusting back into you. He continued with the same pace, slow agonizing thrusts that were driving your crazy.

He could feel how desperate you were for more when your hips came to meet his in a rough way. He let out a chuckle when he gave you what you wanted, slamming into your tight wet hole and you couldn't help but drop your head onto his shoulder with loud high pitched whines leaving you in the process.

"Is this what you wanted, pretty-?" He teased, practically growling out the words as his hips continued abusing your hole.

"Yes- fuck! Just like that Hwa, don't stop!" You practically screamed out when he hit your sweet spot. Only making the both of your highs arrive faster when you clenched around his cock.

He cursed out in response, letting out small grunts from the noises you were making. One of his hands left your thigh and wrapped it around your waist, while the other made its way to your hair, pulling your head away from his shoulder to see your face.

"Such a pretty girl for me" His eyes watched your face, Your eyes were closed with your brows furrowed together and your mouth was slightly agape, letting out high pitched moans and whines just for him.

His gaze dropped down to your tits, watching as they bounced up and down with the force of his thrusts.

"You take me so well, pretty" your hands rested on his shoulders as his constant thrusts had your legs shaking around him.

His hand remained in your hair, his grip was softer then before but it still forced you to face him. Your eyes peaked open, watching him with hooded eyes. He gave you a small smirk before dropping the hand from your hair and down to your clit, giving it a few soft slaps before drawing circles around the bundle of nerves.

"Ah shit-!" Your hips jerked forward into his causing you both to let out similar moans. In response he sped up his movements. Hips now ramming into yours at an inhuman pace, fingers rubbing circles harshly on your clit adding just enough friction.

"S-Seonghwa, I'm gonna cum-"

"Go ahead, pretty. Make a mess all over my cock"

That's all it took for you to come undone, clenching and unclenching around him, causing him to curse out from the tightness. Your threw your head back in complete bliss, as constant sounds left your mouth.

Seonghwa was not far behind you as he shot his seed deep inside of you while his hips stuttered a bit. The both of you rode out your highs together.

Seonghwa pulled out and watched the both yours and his arousal drip out of you. He then put you down, your shaking legs almost giving out when they touched the ground. You both let out small laughs.

You rested your head against his chest as the both of you tried to catch your breaths. His hands wrapped around your waist and he placed a kiss on the roots of your hair before resting his chin on the top of your head.

"Y/N" he spoke, saying your real name instead of the nickname he's always called you. And you know when he calls you by your birth name that whatever he says next is nothing but serious.

You lifted your head from his chest to make eye contact with him, only to find him smiling warmly at you. Confusion now running through you.

"Y-Yeah.?" Your eyes flickered between his, searching for any sort of emotion he may be feeling. You saw something in his eyes but you pushed that thought away.

Hwaseong couldn't feel anything for anyone.

Or so you thought.

"I love you"

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[kylo-wrecked]

SHIPPING INFO:// Answer the following for your muse(s) so people know how shipping works on your blog

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*~Fair warning, unreliable munarrator~*

What’s your OTP for your Muse(s)?

I don’t have fandom OTPs (though I do have ships I favor over others). As such, I don’t have true rp OTPs. I understand this isn’t the norm… my condolences. 

To jump on the… no, PULL, the bandwagon, like a mule, I say… *chin-hands* I cherish all the ships you see here, from the familial to the romantic to the sadistic (currently active or not).  Since I enjoy a variety of dynamics, I feel very lucky to have the muns and friends who’ve taken the time to write with me, especially over this last year. 

What are you willing to RP when it comes to shipping?

I like to feel things out through the writing and let the ships sail organically and perhaps also majestically along the Aegean... or straight into Charybdis; it depends. When the writing works, I find we’ll inevitably have conversations about where we want to set our sails. When in doubt or with a new mun, I try to follow your lead. Pre-establishing ships are something we have to discuss and plot. 

I don’t partake in pregnancy threads, nor do I read them. No exceptions.

How large does the age gap have to be to make it uncomfortable?

Mun can take or leave age gaps. The muse… In default aus, Modern!/Music!Ben’s around 30-34, and as (self conscious) public figures, I’m not sure either would date under 28. But Music!Ben is Music!Ben. Ex-Con!Ben is 34+ and, at any rate, would much rather any romantic interest be at least around his age. 

I move all over Dark!Ren’s timeline. Sometimes he’s he’s a 40-something-year-old cyborg who absorbed all his knights and roams wild space for fresh meat.  Sometimes, he’s a deranged 25-year-old still-kind-of-a-kid on a leash holding a bunch of other deranged kids on leashes. His primary interest is the Ren. You do the math. 

Are you selective when shipping?

Romance/sensual/sexual: Yes and no. No, because I like to ship. Yes, because consent, communication, compatibility, and chemistry are what make a ship fly. (Quadruplex, bitch!) We’re not getting to That Side of Neverland on nothing but pixie dust. ����

Familial/platonic: Trick question, we still have to have the four Cs. 

As a side note on romantic ships, so long as we keep things PG-13/fade to black, we don’t have to talk all the time or often. We can sail side by side in silence while our muses figure things out.

How far do steamy moments have to go before they’re considered NSFW?

‘S’all about the motion of the ocean, na mean? If it gets kinky and implicit, we can keep it on the blog. If it gets kinky and explicit, we whisk it off to Discord. This only happens if we have a bond. This has been a PSA… 

Who are other muses you ship your muse with?

My muse has as many connections as I can write/keep up with. They can be seen right here on kylo-wrecked.tumblr.com for free! Read more—no jk. 

There is invariable potential.

@etoilebleu, @itmeanspeace, @ifyoucatchacriminal, @lastxdragon, @silverjetsystm, @valkxrie, @brooklynislandgirl, @nightmarefuele , @mayxthexforce , @chromium-siren , @smokinmirrors are some muns I ship with romantically. Sometimes, the ships are in a questionable state. Sometimes, they're toxic. Sometimes the ships are made out of lies. Sometimes, they're not even ship-shaped; who knows? They all have flags, and the flags flap proudly.

Famships with @desireandduty and @shadowedlights (exploring with @mnolith / @destincd).

Muses my variants are still getting to know (because I am slow, etc.): @bewitchingbaker, @smolcuriouskitten, @corinnebaileyrp, @southern-belle-outcasts (Nilza), @protectmypeople (lol).

Come one, come all.

Does one have to ask to ship with you?

Gone corporate: let’s have a quick check-in to see whether we’re aligned.

How often do you like to ship?

Gone automation: I’m sorry, I didn’t get that. Please try again later. *dial tone*

Are you multiship?

Yes, and as many muns have said before me, I ship across verses. Picture it: me on a good day, potentially you, shipping across the universe… 

Are you ship obsessed or ship more-or-less?

More-or-less. I’m here for juicy writing of all types. 

What is your favorite ship in your current fandom?

I’m a near-fandomless sham. Something broke in me, idk. I can think of the most erotic scene I’ve seen in a movie in quite some time, but it’s controversial and doesn’t belong here teehee. 

Finally, how does one ship with you?

We write a little. We talk a little. The rest we’ll make up as we go along. I don’t love plotting myself into corners when the sea we write on is fluid. Feels weird, man. 

tagged by:  my @brooklynislandgirl

tagging: thief it and tag me

[aspitefulwriter]

OUT OF TOUCH [Ch. 2]

(Poe Dameron x AFAB!Reader)

warnings: bleeding/blood, mentions of self-inflicted wounds (reader punches a wall), unwanted touches (briefly mentioned), death, and general/toxic environment war things.

author’s note: i post on ao3 first!! <3

word count: ~5.6k

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You’re livid. Which is the understatement of the century.

Whipping around the corner out of the briefing room, you glare straight ahead, seeing red as the occasional passerby awkwardly shifts their eyes from you. 

“Commander,” the stern voice calls, belonging to the person who just stomped on the rest of your day. You’re not sure you could even look at him without taking a swing, so for sanity’s sake, you don’t turn around and keep walking.

“I will not repeat myself, Commander.” His tone is growing more agitated, even with the moderator masking it. It almost makes you want to stop for fear of bodily harm. However, the meeting you just walked out of showed you that he only interacts with you to get some sort of sick pleasure at humiliating you in front of others. As if he has a personal problem with your existence in the circle of his chain of command. Maybe you should stop just to keep the pleasure from him, you think.

Without warning (there was kind of a warning), your body is seized mid-step and is dragged backward to rapidly approaching footsteps before your left shoulder is harshly grabbed to turn around and made to face the black void that is Kylo Ren. If you look hard enough, you feel like you could probably see steam coming out of the bottom of his helmet. In a better situation, the idea would make you laugh, though now it’s not so funny since the air was sucked from your lungs.

“When I tell you to stop, you stop. I will not tolerate insubordination on this ship. Understood?” he pauses briefly before he continues, “You will not get behind the controls of another fighter for as long as I deem fit. If you have a problem with that, you should recall when you did not return with a ship that’s worth more than your life.” His force grip slackens and you’re able to gasp air back into your lungs, your shoulder throbbing from where his hand still clutches.

“If I ever decide to let you fly again, you will either come back with the ship or you will die trying.” For emphasis, he tightens the force again and you sputter out, blood pooling in your face.

“I trust I made myself clear.” You’re released and fall onto the wall to the right of you, placing your hand over your chest as you glare at Ren’s receding figure, trying to catch your breath.

You turn to where your back meets the wall and you catch the gaze of an officer as he passes you, a judgemental look in his eyes that he tries to hide as you meet it.

“What?” You snarl, and he averts his gaze, picking up his pace to get out of your sight. Just like everyone else, the man has the nerve to judge actions but never the ability to follow through with anything. Huffing, you storm off to your quarters and as soon as the door closes, you wind up and punch the wall multiple times, leaving bits of blood when you lift it off for the last time. You sit with the pain before you take a deep breath to calm yourself down, but it doesn’t. Your hand throbs, making you grab your fist, wincing and holding it to your mouth as you curl your body in half over it.

“Kriffing sadistic bastard,” You mumble. 

A part of yourself understands him and his words– you judge just like him and the officer who saw you in the hallway. You’re aware you didn’t follow through with getting the ship back to base, but then again once you crashed it was no longer your responsibility. It wouldn’t be able to lift off of the ground and it’s not like you can lift anything off of the ground with your mind. Although you’re both commanders, he’s still higher ranked than you and had the communication available to tell someone to be on standby for pick-up.

Standing up straight and shaking your fist out, you briefly take another look at the spot you hit before walking over to the sink and rinsing your hand under warm water. You bite your lip in a wince when the water glides across the wound on your middle knuckle, the cut going deeper on that one. Sighing, you grab bacta and a long bandage out of the small med kit stored behind your mirror and when you close the mirror, you’re met face-to-face with someone you can’t even recognize. There are bags beneath your eyes that could bury entire battalions and your hair is much more unkempt than you had originally thought it was. Tsking, you use your good hand to slick your hair into a cohesive unit to keep up a facade that your life isn’t falling apart. 

Finally having enough of looking at yourself and the lifeless eyes that always seem to follow you, you spread the bacta carefully onto your knuckles and wrap them with the bandage. You throw the leftovers back into the kit and shut it away, this time avoiding the mirror. Being alone right now with your thoughts has not proven to be good for you so far, so you make up your mind to step away and out of your quarters, straight to where your squad should be training. 

Though, even the short distance proves to not be good for your thoughts as they wander to the two that you met on the uncharted planet. You feel a pang in your chest at the calmer memories. Sure, being chased wasn’t calm, but at least you could hide from the predator. Here you were at his mercy, his stupid little mind games opening the entire base to his surveillance. 

You breach the doors of the training room meant for you and your squad, all of them sitting around the room. Definitely not something you told them to be doing. Crossing your arms, you look at them all with the scowl that hasn’t left your face since Ren released you. “Look’s like you guys have been busy.”

They look at you, standing up stiffly at attention.

“Didn’t I tell you that you all need to catch up on combat training?” 

“You also told us you’d speak to Kylo Ren about ungrounding us,” one of them speaks up, a blonde male named Kole who perpetually looks angry. A pain in your ass given his ego matches his skill. In response, you show your bandaged hand and they exchange annoyed glances to each other.

“Until further notice, we’re all grounded until I’m deemed ‘trustworthy’.” You use finger quotes as you say the last word, recalling the beratement Ren gave you in the briefing room. You hold back the desire to roll your eyes too, but you know that would be frowned upon by some in this room. Not to say that you didn’t trust everyone in this room, but you weren’t the one to pick your squadron.

One of three females in your squad, which includes yourself, scoffs, throwing her hands up in the air, “The pre-flight report said in bolded words that the crash was due to a sticking controller. What more does he want? Everyone here knows the whole thing wouldn’t have happened if they let the fighter get repaired.” The rest of your group nods in agreement as Jazkrin continues to rant to the others closest to her. You agree as well, but your opinion got you choked in the middle of the hallway and humiliated in front of your colleagues, so you signal to her to stop.

“You’re right, it shouldn’t have been overlooked, and I hate that we all have to be grounded due to dispatch’s several mistakes.” You reference the previous times you’ve crashed due to some sort of maintenance being waved off, citing ‘it’s in working order.’ Except, no, all of the fighters or jets you’ve crashed were meant to be docked due to fatal flaws. It’s happened enough to where you were suspicious before the last one even happened, but the theory you’ve settled on would likely put a bigger target on your back than there already is if you spoke it aloud. 

“But what’s done is done,” You continue, “ I don’t see this continuing for another two months. They’ve already seen unprecedented casualties since they’ve taken our squad off of in-air support. Someone will eventually get sick of having to fill in the roles and will put pressure on a change. We’re just going to have to be patient.” Your squad breathes out a sigh of indignation, and you can tell that their morale has done nothing but stoop lower. 

Kole lifts his hands in the air slightly and lets them fall back down while he shakes his head. “It’s so obvious that the Resistance took it. I don’t know why we aren’t blowing the scum out of existence right now.”

One of your other members, Denel, retaliates, “How do you know it was the Resistance? It easily could’ve been someone else. No one knows who the inhabitants of the planet are except for the few creatures Commander mentioned.”

“We all know we saw Resistance ships in that fight. Who else would need something with as much power as a silencer?” The rest of the squad starts to squabble with them, their voices becoming much louder than you want to hear right now. Taking a deep breath, you clap your hands together.

“Alright, enough. It doesn’t matter. Let’s get to the training I told you all to do the first time.” 

“Kole, Baris, Bridida,” you point to each of them as you say their names, “you get to go to the simulators first.” With smiles, they clap each other on the backs as they head over to the machines. 

“Jazkri, Denel, Ikar, you’re on strength and defense training.” You walk with them to go over to the mats. “I noticed last session you three were a little slow with your defenses. As a pilot, your safety outside of the cockpit is just as important as it is in it.” 

You point to Jazkri and Denel, “You two team up. Practice. Ikar, you’re with me for now. Show me how good your hand-to-hand is.” 

“Aw, Commander, whatever did I do get to fight you?” He teases, spacing out his legs and putting his hands into a fighting position. 

“The way you block is a load of bantha shit. Just looking for something to hit,” You tease back, a smirk forming on your face as you match his position. His own smile falls into a scowl and he tenses up, bouncing slightly on his feet. He makes it too easy.

With two fingers, you signal for him to start, which he does in a big blow. You narrowly escape it, feeling the wind brush past you with the amount of force he put into it. In retaliation, you jab him quickly in the ribs with two short hits that were easy to get to since he still isn’t blocking well.

“Draw your arms closer to your chest, Ikar. I swear it will be better for you.” You say, bouncing on the mat along with him, holding his gaze as the two of you circle the mat, waiting for the other to go. He goes on the offensive again, lifting for a kick aimed for the bottom of your ribcage. This time you’re unable to completely miss the attack, still getting hit, though not as hard as he intended. You had to hand it to him, his offenses were strong and quick given he’s a relatively large and well-built man, but he still had room for improvement in other areas. This cat and mouse game continues as Jazkri and Denel study each of your movements, having stopped a short while ago to study how you fight. The two of you are beginning to tire when you show more slack than intended and Ikar capitalizes on that, hitting the weak points. 

In a final move, he knocks you down and puts you in a headlock with his arms. You scratch at his arms and put as much force as you can into his ribs with your elbow to try and get him to release you so you can get back into the fight. 

In what feels like only milliseconds, your vision fades into black before coming back. To your shock, you’re sitting on Ikar’s chest while heaving, blood dripping off of your fists and your tattered bandages hanging on by a thread. He gasps for breath below you, blood pooling onto the floor from his mouth and nose. Your squadron is standing all around you, shock evident on their faces as well, eyes wide and mouth opened. You stand up like you’ve been burned, stepping away from Ikar. What just happened? You’re reeling, mind going lightspeed while you start to feel panic bubbling up from your stomach. Denel and Baris slide to the floor to get a closer look at him, softly cradling his head. The only thing you’re able to do is gape at them.

“Commander, what did you do?” Denel looks up at you from the floor and all you can do is run. So you bolt, your throat closing up.

“Take him to the medbay,” You choke out, doors then closing behind you.

Just as you turn the corner of the hall belonging to your quarters, you’re stopped by one of the captains on board, his name evading you just as his eyes do of the blood caking your hands.

“Commander, you’re needed in the interrogation hall.” You give him a single nod, watching him in mild confusion as he passes you. Whatever you were ‘needed’ for could wait. You take a glance at your arms again and continue your walk back. In a frenzy, you rip off the remaining bandages and vigorously swipe at the blood dried on your arms and hands, watching the water turn pink as it runs down the drains. The sight makes you sick, vomit coming out before you can stop it. Your eyes water and you spit the foul taste out as much as possible, rinsing your mouth and swishing it out. Rinsing the rest of the blood off, you grab your kit again and wrap yourself up. This time you don’t even put it up before you head to the interrogation hall.

As you walk down, Ren walks out of one of the rooms, pulling his glove up his hand before looking at you and turning himself to face you. Of course it had to be Kylo. Like you hadn’t seen his suit enough to last you a lifetime.

“I was beginning to wonder when you would decide to show up. Acting like a command is a choice.” He snickers, folding his hands behind his back. “I need you to go to Coruscant.” Your eyes narrow. What happened to not being able to trust me yet, you think.

“You can bring a copilot of your choosing from your squad. I’ll send you the details momentarily.” Right when you’re about to say a snarky comment about his choices, he goes back into the room he stepped out of and you catch eyes with the captive who begins to plead to you. 

“Oh, and Commander…” You switch your gaze to Kylo, where he signals to an area on his mask with a finger, “You missed a spot.” You bring a hand up to your cheek, where you feel crusty spots upon contact, and when you look at your hand, red flakes are dotted across your fingertips. Shifting your eyes back up, the door has closed and the cries of the prisoner are the only thing you hear in the hall.

Less than thirty minutes later, you’re situated in an unmarked ship met for undercover reconnaissance, Jazkrin and you becoming partners in the dance of takeoff procedures, hitting button after button, switch after switch in seamless motion. She starts to hum a tune to herself and you stop, the melody gripping you with familiarity. “Where is that from?” You ask, trying to keep a disinterested facade. 

She glances over at you before looking back at what she was doing and shrugging. “I heard it on a planet we were on a while ago. I thought it was pretty.” You purse your lips and nod, starting back your routine before bringing your finger to the mic that sits within your helmet. 

“Control, this is Canis One and Canis Four. Requesting take-off.”

“Copy Canis One, clear for takeoff.” You look to Jazkrin and she pushes the lever for the thrusters. You’re lead out and once you’re in space at a reasonable distance, you activate hyperdrive. You hold your breath, expecting any kind of light signaling malfunction. It never comes, soothing your nerves. Jazkrin still sits in her seat tense, looking to be deep in thought.

“Why were we chosen to go pick up a senator? There are groups meant for this sort of mission more than we are.” You hum pensively.

“I’m not sure. Whatever Ren deems best,” Your tone is much more sarcastic and sour than you mean, which unfortunately she catches onto as she stares at you.

“I suppose,” She sighs, relaxing into her seat and staring at the location screen on the control deck. You relax as well, propping your elbow up to set your head in your hand as you stare out of the window. As the colors of hyperdrive pass you by, you’re reminded of your first time like this as a fresh-faced recruit. Someone eager to take on anything and anyone, no matter who you had to run through. You can still remember the trip over to the club you were called to…and the smell of blood that filled the small room in the back of it. The colors were so vibrant compared to the backwater planet that it was built on.

You were there for what was supposed to be an easy recon for information dealing with recent attacks on First Order trading routes. Higher-ups were getting anxious that heavy profit was getting lost, so of course, they sent the promising new girl to sniff out anything she could from a local planet’s equivalent of the mafia. The dress you wore made you stand out, its white fabric holding you in all of the right places. It was only a short while before you were invited to the back, grubby hands of the locals itching to touch you like they could the girls that worked there. Soon enough, they got their wish, but it was you using your hands for pain rather than pleasure. 

You walked out new, stained in blood head to toe. But just like today, you didn’t know how it happened. One moment someone touched where they shouldn’t have and you blacked out, everyone in the room dead except one. You had a blaster held to their head, staring into their fear-stricken eyes as they pleaded with you, telling you they had the information you needed. You regret the way you handled it that night. Even with what you were sent for, you were out for blood–killing everyone in the establishment. You felt as if no one was innocent, as if they were all monsters for not letting the truth out without a fight. But many in there didn’t deserve to die, they were just making a living. You were the monster. 

An alarm blares, taking you out of your thoughts and you wipe at the tears that had started to pool in your eyes before sitting up, checking to see what triggered your ship to slow and raise alarms. 

“There,” Jazkrin points to a beat ship off to your left, likely a pirate ship…and it just sits there unmoving as if it were waiting for you to drop out. Your eyes narrow and you touch the button on your mic after switching frequencies. 

“This is Tak One. Can I help you with anything? Rations? A refuel?” For minutes you get no response back before finally: 

“There’s a lot of things you can help us with, ladies.” You frown in disgust and look to Jazkrin. 

“Do you think we’ll have enough fuel to last us until the next station if we cut hyperdrive back on?” She sucks air through her teeth, assessing the numbers on your shared screen. “Maybe? But we’ll cut it really close.”

“I’m not in the mood to deal with these guys.” You mumble, signaling to Jazkrin to start the thrusters then go. “Full speed,” You say, eyes trained on the pirate ship. 

When you’re back into hyperdrive, Jazrkin frowns at you, “Why didn’t you just trick them to get them on board? It would’ve been an easy win.”

“They were waiting for us. I didn’t feel right about it.” Jazkrin deflates slightly, her gaze shifting the control panel to bring up a map.

“We’ll need to stop here if we don’t want to burn completely out of reserves.”

“Already ahead of you.” You slide the lever down to jump out of hyperdrive, putting less energy into the thrusters. You glance at the map she pulled up as she talks.

“It looks like it’s a recent settlement. They might not take too kindly to us landing here, but we can use force if necessary.” You hum in acknowledgment, switching frequencies again to ask for permission to land. 

“Brantor control two, Tak One accompanied by Tak Four requesting permission to land for refuel.”

“Copy Tak One. Hold.” At that your lips tighten into a line, “Control we are dangerously low on fuel, I need immediate clearance.” Your tone is on the edge of agitation, far from being accommodating like Jazkrin hinted you needed to be.

The person on the other end of the transmission takes less than a second to respond, snapping out a stern, “I said hold.” Your nostrils flare and you roll your eyes, but you bite back the response you really want to give, settling on a “Copy.”

Seconds continue to pass and Jazkrin is visibly starting to bristle, her foot tapping impatiently.

She turns to you, “Just fly down there. We’re on a mission given by the second-in-command in the First Order. They can’t refuse us.”

“Have– a little patience. We’re unequipped for a firefight, and you said it yourself they wouldn’t take kindly to us landing there if they were to find out who we were. They’re freshly under Order control, we’d be permanently grounded if Ren caught wind of an insurrection we might cause.”

She thinks for a moment before sulking into her seat, scoffing.

A voice speaks up in your ear, “Control to Tak One, clear to land.”

You look to your partner, “See?” She shakes her head, looking away from you out into space as you take the lead in flying. When you land and step out of the ship, one of the crew from the hangar comes out to meet you, trying to make himself look small. 

“We-we’re sorry about the confusion.” He struggles to meet your gaze, “Since this is a private branch, we weren’t expecting off-world visitors today, especially..” he lowers his voice to a whisper while looking around, “someone of your standing.”

You let out a chortle, “You can relax. I used my crew’s codename, I wouldn’t expect a new alliance to have that information on hand.” He does as you say, his tense muscles releasing. With a nod, he flees to what looks to be an office, probably going to get his own crew. 

Jazkrin looks between his fleeting figure and you before shaking her head, “They definitely should have that information on hand. It’s a waste of time to check all of that through a transmission–it’s ridiculous.” 

You shrug as you start to walk away, “Maybe so.”

“Wait, hold on,” she grabs your arm, “Before everything gets crazy with the mission and everything– A few of us have been talking.” She pauses, searching your face for something, “ignoring whatever that was today in training, I’ve noticed that ever since we got you back from that crash, you haven’t been the same. It seems like you’re…more forgiving.”

You stare at her incredulously, “What are you talking about? I’m still the same. If anything, the thing from this morning proves it.” You’re lying to yourself and to her, and she knows it.

Giving you a purely unconvinced look back, she lets go of your arm and walks ahead of you, “You’re definitely not, but whatever makes training easier…” She says with suspicion, pursing her lips. But then she smiles, “and juicier.” She wiggles her eyebrows up and down while you join her laughter.

___

Almost over a day and a half of flying and a few sleeping changes later, the two of you find yourselves landing in another private lot— one you’ve had trouble with in the past. Stepping off of the jet, changed into dresses that match the setting of Coruscant, you turn to look at the woman locking down your craft to the floor. She doesn’t notice you until she stands, but when she does, she jumps nearly a foot off of the ground. You’re staring at her with a glare that could curdle Bantha milk, a tiny blaster pointed to her head. “If I notice anything out of place or missing from this ship, it’s your head that will go first. Do you understand?” 

Terror is frozen on her face as she quickly nods, “Yes ma’am, we’ll touch nothing. Promise.” Jazkrin smiles behind you, nearly kicking back her foot in glee.

“There’s the Commander I missed so much.” You huff out a laugh, sliding the blaster in its place in your bulky heels. “So the senator should be at the Starbird tonight, you saw the picture in the briefing, right?” Jazkrin nods, pulling up on her bra, which hides a weapon of her own choosing.

“If we were sent here to pick him up, why are we doing it in a club and not picking him up sober from a hotel or something?” She asks, now pulling her dress down, which you know is much shorter than she usually frequents. 

You tenderly pat her cheek, “Oh my dear girl.”

“What?” She asks, following you like BB does Poe. Your eyes widen, you definitely should not be thinking of him. Holding out your hand for a cab, you open the door and signal with your head for Jazkrin to get in. You smile at the questioning look she’s still giving you before you slide in after her. 

Once at the club, you get out and adjust your dress that rode up, glaring at passersby who let their gaze linger for too long. “Alright, you enter the back and I’ll go through the front. We’ll find him faster if we sweep from separate ends.” She nods as she shimmies her dress down lower. 

You examine her continuing discomfort.

“Think you’ll be okay? I know you’re not used to this. I kind of threw you in for experience.” You say, a soft tone your question. 

She clears her throat, “I’ll be fine. I can adjust.” She gives you a single nod, which you return. 

With a fleeting “I’ll see you inside,” You both go your separate ways. 

Skipping the line of people waiting for general entry, you and the guard acknowledge each other as he opens the rope that cuts the club from the public. Behind you, the crowd in the front of the line lets out frustrated groans, ‘come-ons,’ and curses. As you walk in, you scan the room looking for your target. But to your surprise, your eyes catch on the all-too-familiar man sitting on a barstool surrounded by different species, each of them trying to get close enough to touch somewhere on his body, all while he’s making them eat of the palm of his hand. 

Your eyes roam over every detail of him; his almost scandalously unbuttoned shirt which shimmers in the neon lights of the nightclub, the loose curl that escapes from the rest of his slicked-back hair, and the hand that caresses a stunning Devaronian woman to his left. You feel the muscles of your cheeks turn your previously neutral face into a frown, against your better judgement. 

So what you don’t catch when you look away from the group to continue your search for the senator is how his charming persona slips slightly when he finds you’re in the room, almost directly in his eyesight. You don’t see him swallowing harshly, his own eyes devouring the way the dress you’re wearing hugs you in just the right places; missing how he studies your retreating figure, face burning a little redder with each step you take. No, you definitely don’t see how he has to stop himself from getting up to talk to you before his mood sours. You’re First Order. And you’re both here to retrieve the same man.

When you stand in front of that same man, he gazes up at you with hazy, half-lidded eyes, a drunken smile plastered on his face as the drink he holds nearly spills out with the way he precariously holds it. 

 “Senator Camboon.” You say, playing up the role of the seductive and unobtainable woman by adding a purr to your voice. Your skin crawls and you fight the will of your face that wants to sneer as he takes multiple looks up and down your body.

“Ohhh, they got a new girl, huh?” He goes to rub his free hand up your thigh when you knock his hand away, gripping his shoulder to push him back into the chair. You’re leaning down, mouth close to his ear to whisper that you’re here as a pick-up for Ren when a voice you know all too well interrupts you.

“I think grandpa’s had too much to drink,” Poe snatches the half-full glass of whatever toxin Camboon was drinking out his hand, pulling you back up by your shoulder. You stand possessively by the senator’s side, grabbing his arm and pulling him up. When you tugged, he was a lot heavier than you anticipated, which led him to put a lot of his weight on you. You thanked yourself that you wore your clunky heels today or you definitely would’ve fallen over. 

Poe continues, “Look lady, I have no idea what you want to do to this poor innocent man, but you’re gonna have to let him go.” You do a quick succession of blinks at him, taken by surprise by the angle he’s wanting to go at.

You bat your eyes and pout your bottom lip, I don’t know what you mean, sir. He asked me for my help.” You adjust his arm to where it’s around you, offering better leverage for when you start to walk. 

“That’s really funny,” He laughs, “because I don’t know what someone like you could do to help him.” He points with his finger between the two of you. You gasp in faux offense, hanging your mouth open.

“You don’t believe a woman could help a man? How dense do you have to be, sir?” His eyebrows pull together and he splays his hands out in front of him in panic.

“No! No, that’s not what I mean. Ladies can definitely help a man out, in more ways that one,” He tries to explain his words, causing attention to be brought to him from the club-goers who surround you in the conversation pit. However, their attention is brought away from him to Jazkrin, who holds a blaster to the back of Poe’s head. Common move today, you muse to yourself. They start to scream, causing a domino effect of panic in the club as they all warn each other. Poe has no idea what everyone is talking about before he looks behind him. When he does, he smacks his lips while sucking in a breath and rolls his eyes before turning around and slowly holding his hands up in surrender. 

“Do you have any of your own weapons?” You ask like you’re talking to a child, your head tilted to the side. 

“Underneath the shirt,” He grumbles. You motion with your head for Jazkrin to grab it, which she does by patting around his chest and at his waistline, reaching for his weapon with her blaster still held to his head. You look away, examining the chaos of the crowd scrambling to escape. 

“I appreciate your cooperation, sir.” You say, stepping away with the Senator when you see bouncers are making their way over. You quickly lift up your leg, grabbing your blaster out of your heel to point it at the bouncers to keep them back. This club might be First Order affiliated, but you’d rather not escalate this past what it already is.

The three of you get out of the conversation pit and as you walk towards the door, you debate with yourself about whether or not to hint at the fact you’ve thought about him and BB several times since your respective crashes. Pausing at the exit, you look over your shoulder, past the bouncers, and into the eyes of Poe, giving him a soft smile.

 “Good to see you, Poe.” Without another look back the door shuts behind you, separating the two of you again.

author’s note: IM SO SORRY I PROMISE WE’LL GET MORE POE SOON, I JUST HAVE TO SLAVE AWAY BUILDING THE PLOT (KISSES KISSES KISSES). also??? can you tell I love the idea of mini guns? like...so cute.

Feel free to let me know what you think 🫶🏼

[sha-bae]

The Knights Pet

Chapter 24

Vicruls POV

"Shoulders back, pet. It will only take a moment longer and then you can be finished." I encouraged, seeing how annoyed the girl was becoming as Kylos seamstresses attempted to hem the gown she was to wear to the celebration following her knighting ceremony. "It fits fine. I've been standing her forever." She whined, giving me that pout that made it so hard to refuse her. I simply shook my head, giving her a warning glance, a silent sign to behave herself. Sighing she complied, scowling at herself in the mirror as they finished.

"You may take off the dress now. We have finished" one women said sheepishly, assisting pet to remove the garment from her body to be taken away. The girl beamed, happy to finally be done, ready to do something else, anything else really. She tossed her clothing back on and hurried to my side, practically pulling me out the door and into the hallway.

"Slow down, pet. We still have things to do, places to be." I spoke, pulling her to my side as I began the walk to the throne room where Ren had requested her presence. Seeming to notice the direction we were heading the girl dug her heels into the floor bringing us to a halt. She hadn't spoken to Kylo since she had revealed her secret to the knights, and I assume she had no interest in doing so seeing by her reaction.

"Pet, come now. You know Kylo is fond of you, he never meant to betray your trust. You cannot avoid him forever." I encouraged, letting my thumb stroke her hand as I spoke. "Plus I hear he has a surprise for you." She simply shook her head, yanking her hand from my grasp and crossing her arms over her chest in defiance. I let out a huff, debating picking her up and tossing her over my shoulder to get her where she needed to be, but deciding against it knowing it would upset her greatly.

I stepped closer to her, my hands resting against her waist as I lowered myself to meet her gaze. "Won't you please come? For me, pet? It would bring me great joy for you to see his gift." I spoke, my thumbs rubbing into her torso gently as I did my best to persuade her. There was a long silent pause. Slowly her face relaxed, her hands coming to sit on my shoulders and she pressed her body against my own. "Fine. For you I will obey, but know I won't be happy about it." With that I straightened myself, leading her away and off to see Ren.

Excitement buzzed through me like electricity. Kylo had called a meeting of the knights to tell us of his plans. A sadistic plan to punish pets abusers, to allow them to feel as they had once made her. I had initially wanted to collect Hux from his post and slaughter him out in the snow when kylo had told me what he had done, but after hearing of his plans I knew that I had to refrain from such actions.

As we entered the throne room pet clung to my side, her fingers gripping my robes, a scowl written across her pretty face. She was not jesting when she said she would not be happy about it. "My pet, I apologize for my busyness. I haven't had much time to come see you, though I hope the other knights have taken good care of you, hm?" Ren questioned, leaning back against his throne. The girl didn't answer, choosing instead to simply nod, avoiding his gaze at all costs.

The supreme leader seemed to quickly notice her avoidance, standing and making his way over. I moved to the side, practically having to pry the girl off of me. "You know I care deeply for you, don't you pet?" Kylo asked, his frame towering over the girl as he looked down at her, eyebrows knit together in concern. She nodded once again, playing with her fingers to keep from looking him in the face.

"I only do what I believe is best, that is after all the most I can do as a leader is it not?" He reached down, taking the girls face in his gloved hand and tilting her face up to his. Her eyes had welled with tears by this point despite her clear effort to keep them away. "Yes, Master." She whimpered, nodding against his grip on her jaw.

"Then you understand why I did what I did. I want to keep you safe, to protect you, to comfort you. My knights the same. The thought of you enduring the things I saw inside your head-" He paused, his face twisting to something I could only describe as rage. "They made me sick, pet. They make me thirst for the blood of the men who were cruel to you, and there blood I will have." Quiet hiccups made there way from the girls lips, her face growing red and her cheeks becoming tear stains.

Kylo moved his hands to each side of the girls face, wiping her tears away with his thumbs, planting a soft kiss on her four head to comfort her as best he could. "Come. Let me show you something, my pet. A gift for you." With that he took her hand, leading her away without another word. I followed right behind, nodding encouragingly at the girl as she looked over her shoulder at me for reassurance.

We took off down a hallway the girl had never been in before, her eyes wondering curiously as she took in her new surroundings. We made the walk down the long corridor the only sound audible the booming footsteps of myself and the supreme leader. As we made it to the end we exited a door leading to the outside. The girl instinctively snuggled against her master, the cold wind whipping harshly against her making her teeth chatter.

Ren tucked her under his arm, allowing her to seek refuge in his robes as we walked making our way into the forest of the planet. The journey felt like an eternity, our feet crunching into the snow beneath us, the trees making eery whistling noises around our heads.

As we came upon the arena we stopped, Ren turning to the girl and lowering himself to her level, his face only inches from her own. "Now, I know this will not make up for what you have endured. This will not heal your broken heart, or erase your wounds, but I hope it will bring you peace."

With that he turned, leading the girl through the entrance of the coliseum, the sudden sound of cheering echoing through the cavernous space. First order workers, mechanics, technicians, generals, and stormtrooper filled the stadium to watch what was to come, itching with anticipation of the promised exhibition.

The girl scrunched her face in confusion, allowing herself to be lead by Ren through the stadium and to her viewing platform. Kylo brushed the wind tossed hair from out of her face, tipping her chin fondly before he moved to her side. He gave a nod to the man who was standing down in the pit, watching satisfied as he quickly tossed him a knowing glance.

"Lady's and gentlemen. We are gathered here today to witness the inauguration of the first and only Knightess of Ren." The crowd erupted with with cheers and claps, the sound booming as the first order celebrated. "But first, justice must be served." as those words left the man the gates on either side of the pit opened with a loud mechanical clicking.

The girl looked over at me with a tilted head, clearly confused as to what was going on, I gave her a nod, an expression to be patient. On one side of the ring I watched as the man who I had once met at the pet club was shoved out into the ground, coughing as the dust hit his face. He scrambled to get up, doing what he could to dust himself off despite the restraints that sat around his wrists. The girls eyes went wide, she never thought she would see him again, let alone in chains.

On the other side of the ring, a familiar red haired man made his way out, his clammy skin pale and sweaty as he shuffled his way across the dirt, keeping his eyes on his feet, to ashamed to meet the faces of any of the people who had once be at his command. I smiled to myself, happy that I would soon get to see him suffer. Hux.

[nightmarefuele]

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄

BOLD what applies, ITALICS for what applies sometimes

𝐅𝐋𝐀𝐖𝐒. moody | short-tempered | unemotionally unstable | whiny | controlling | conceited | possessive | paranoid | liar | impatient | cowardlyno nono fear is fun | bitter | selfi(shhhhh) | power-hungry | greedy | lazy | judgmental | forgetful (??? What was that?) | impulsive | spiteful | stubborn | sadistic | petty | unlucky why don't you come and seeee ;) | absent-minded | abusive | addict(ed to ? Hm?) | aggressive | childish | callous | clingy | delusional | cocky | competitive | corrupt (You know the thing about chaos? It's bare.) | cynical(ly an op-tim-ist) | cruel | depressed :'( ← aww look how S̵͉̉̔͝A̶̭̅̊̒D̷̤̦̓̎͝ boohohoo | DERANGED | egotistical (Starting to repeat yourself little bunny) | envious | insecureS̵͉̉̔͝A̶̭̅̊̒D̷̤̦̓̎͝S̵͉̉̔͝A̶̭̅̊̒D̷̤̦̓̎͝HA-HA | insensitive | lustfulllll ;))) why'dYOU wanna know come ask me | delinquent | overthinker | guilt complex | reclusive | reckless | nervous | oversensitive | perfectionist | pessimistic | naive

𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐓𝐇𝐒. honest????? | trustworthy????????? | thoughtful | caringi think you're confused | brave (okay better) | patientnevermind. | selfless | ambitious | tolerant | lucky | intelligent | confident | humble | generous (Soso boring.) | mercifulHAH | observant | wise | clever | charming | cheerful | optimistic | decisive | adaptive | calm | protective | proud | diligent | considerate | compassionate | good sportsmanship | friendly | empatheticoops my hand slipped i'm yawning | passionate | reliable | resourceful | sensible | sincere | witty | FUNNY ← so judgy (boring) judgy; how a-bou-t: | GASOLINE |

𝐒𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐇𝐎𝐁𝐁𝐈𝐄𝐒. "art" | acting and you wouldn't even knowithahaheehaha | astronomy | animals ONLY BIG MEAN DOGS | archery | sports (is gasoline a sport??) | belly dancing | birdBAT watching | blacksmithing | boating (Ferries are fun, wasn't that FUN, batsy?) | calligraphy graffiti hahahaHA | camping | candle making | casino gambling | ceramics | racing (If it's big big trucks and BATPODS) | chess with people | music (BOOM!) | cooking | crochet | weaving | exercise ?????? ;) | swordplay | fishing | gardening (you don't need to know what.) | ghost hunting | ice skating | magic | engineering | building | INVENTING | leather-working | martial arts | meditation gasoline | origami WITH PEOPLE | parkour | people watching | swimming | puppetry (AHAHAHAH) | pyrotechnicsGASOLINE! | quilting | reading manualssssss | collecting | shopping ?? | socializing ???????????????? | storytelling (Come sit I'll tell you anything you didn't know you wanna hear) | writing | traveling | exotic dancing | singing | yoga | gaming | surfingblah blahblah boring.

now it's your turn~

tagged by: @edxmunson, the freak like me

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[aptenodykes]

RenBen and Knight of Ren as jelly cats i’ve assigned them! under cut bc it’s gonna be pretty long

Ren

Knox Bear

Ren was not about the jellycat life but someone got him knox and left it in his room. He refused to give it back and sleeps with it every night but still denies liking knox.

Ben/Kylo

Bodacious Beak Toucan

massive honkers A sweet little fellow with a large beak. This guy is silly and Kylo cried when he first saw him

Ap’lek

Nessie Nessa

Ap’lek thinks stuffed animals are childish and prefers dolls but sees the appeal. He loves nessie and her distinguished esoteric nature so she made a home on his bedside table. (AN: I imagine Ap’lek is one of those crazy collectors with a few hundred thousand in different vintage porcelain dolls and ooak bjds. I was a doll customizer for a while and doll people are insane (affectionate))

Cardo

Francisco Frog

Cardo thought he was swaggin in his little sweater.

Kuruk

Barnabus Pig

Kuruk is a very reserved person who probably lives in a painfully minimalist, dentist office core home. Barbie, the pig, is the only color in his life and therefore his most prized possession.

Trudgen

Nauticool Roly Poly Seal

The whimsy and joyous vibes of nauticool complement Trudgen’s whimsical and joyous vibes. they are friends :)

Ushar

Sensational Seafood Crab

This is a sadistic, apathetic misanthrope with the face of a killer who has no mercy. He likes to sit on Ushar's shoulder when he's torturing people.

Vicrul

Spooky Greta Gremlin

Her esoteric, divine dark feminine, lobotomy chic, femcel vibes complement his sad, pathetic, wet dog in a cardboard box energy wonderfully

[lily-orchard-gossip-blog]

Lily is treating a teenage boy who was abused all his life and literally cloned by a sadistic dictator and killed over and over again for centuries... THE SAME AS A FULLY GROWN FASCIST WHO HAD DADDY ISSUES. Like, she realizes that just because a character is a white guy who likes women doesn't mean he's inherently evil, right???

Hunter didn't even do half the stuff Kylo Ren did. Like, the worst crime Hunter did was fight Amity for the Titan's blood, but that followed a scene where Hunter was LITERALLY DIGGING HIS OWN GRAVE. It was pretty clear that Hunter was in a bad place with Belos after that.

But then, Hunter apparently reminded Lily of Lizzy, so maybe it's more personal then it is rational.

[crucifiedfaerie]

Gods & Monsters ༉₊˚✧

GodOfDeath!Kylo Ren x Fem!Reader AU

(THIS IS A DARK!FIC PLEASE READ ALL WARNINGS AND THE AUTHORS NOTE BEFORE PROCEEDING !!!)

➴ Summary: Death has followed you like a shadow your entire life. After losing everything, you call out to him in a moment of desperation. Maybe that was his plan all along.

➴ Playlist: Track 1 | Track 2 | Track 3 | Track 4 | Track 5 | Track 6 | Track 7 | Track 8 (listen in no particular order, these songs just inspired me)

➴ Word Count: 2.2k

➴ Warnings: 18+ MDNI under any circumstances, DARK!FIC, fem!reader, dom!kylo, a lot of angst, BLOOD, major and minor character death, reader is suicidal, kylo is the god of death, kylo is obsessive, selfish, and manipulative, stalker!kylo, reader is naïve, a little soft!kylo bc he loves her but again he's selfish so should i really call it that ??, soul selling, SMUT (manipulation therefore DUB-CON, very rough sex, unprotected PiV sex, sadist!kylo for a second ??, naked sub/fully clothed dom, dacryphilia kind of, light bruising, blasphemy and sacrilege), typos probably

➴ Taglist: ( @enviedear @capitanostella @teapartydreams )

A/N: guys did i just lowkey write a snuff fic? maybe. (yes) its left up to you to decide if this has a happy ending or not. kylo is selfish and manipulative, yeah, but hes also sexy and in love so idek how to feel myself. @enviedear and i have been playing around with the idea of godofdeath!kylo in our dms so special thanks to liv my beloved <3 i hope you guys enjoy and i also completely understand if some of you aren't chill with the themes of this fic.

It appeared that death followed you wherever you went, trailing behind you like an invisible shadow you couldn't escape. It started when you were younger with any pet you would get mysteriously dying, you don't know when but at some point you had given up on trying to keep them. Friends and family followed suit over the years, all of them as tragic as the last one. It was as if Death was puppeteering your life, tugging on the strings that held your heart together... and you didn't quite understand why.

You couldn't seem to remember what it was you'd been thinking about on your walk home. Maybe it was what your mother had decided to make for dinner. You stared at the pot still boiling in the eerily quiet kitchen. Or perhaps it was how you had promised your sister you'd play with her when you came home. Your eyes darted to the toys that had been carelessly scattered over the floor of your family's shared bungalow, noticing how a light mist of crimson coated them.

You tried to remember, but one singular word kept interrupting your thoughts. Blood. All you could smell... was blood.

You tried to scream but it was as if the air had been stolen from your lungs. All you could see was red. Red. Red everywhere. On the floors. On the walls. When you saw them, the shriek that escaped your heaving chest pierced the silence of your home, bouncing off the walls and ringing in your ears.

Your family was dead. Slaughtered and discarded on the floor as if they were simply livestock.

As you backed away, you nearly slipped in the puddle you realized you were standing in. The sticky, wet sound your shoes made as you moved was revolting and you felt acid burning at your throat. You stumbled into the living room, just barely making it to the soft carpet before falling to your knees. You heaved, but nothing happened, your empty stomach having nothing for your body to forcibly expel.

You collapsed to the floor, body wracked with sobs. You screamed and screamed until you thought your vocal cords might tear.

Gone. They're all gone.

You don't know how long it had been. Maybe hours, maybe days. You laid there, your screams subsided to sobs and you wanted nothing more than to be with them... No, you wanted to be them.

Why couldn't it have been me? Why my mother? Why my sister? Please, I just want to die. Please Please.

For what felt like an eternity, you silently begged for death. How ironic, you thought, that you begged for the thing that had taken everything from you. You had already dealt with plenty of loss to last you several lifetimes, and now you had lost the last two people you loved. There was no physical pain on this planet that would ever compare to what you felt now. You only wanted it to be over.

You saw something out of the corner of your eye. A tall, dark figure, lurking in the shadowy corner of the room. You looked up, attempting to blink the tears from your raw eyes, unable to make out any distinct features of the being that stood before you.

"You- Did you do this?!" You sobbed. "Did you k-kill my..." You couldn't even say it. If you said it out loud, that meant it was real.

The figure stepped forward, allowing light from the window to cast down upon him. Your teary eyes widened as you realized who this man... this being, was. The aquiline nose, dark locks, and scar that trailed down his cheek you'd recognize anywhere. Kylo Ren, the God of Death, stood before you. You had only heard of him in legends, but he was even more marvelous looking in person.

"I do not take. I only collect." Ren said firmly, yet a hint of compassion laced his words, making you feel... safe? In any other situation, you would have laughed at the idea of feeling safe around the literal personification of death itself, but you were in no mood for laughing. He continued. "I hear souls call out to me, and I answer."

"My family... who did this? Why wasn't I-" You choked out, weakly pointing to the adjacent room behind you. You began to sob again, feeling hot tears run down your face.

"Raiders..." Ren knelt on the floor in front of you, getting down to your level before continuing. "Sweet, mourning lamb, there's nothing you could have done. They went quickly, I made sure of that." He reached out a large hand to gingerly wipe the tears from your face, and you melted into the divine warmth of his fingers.

"Did you come b-back for me too? Please, I don't want to be here anymore- I can't do it without them, please! I'm nothing!" You begged him through sobs.

"Not to me." Ren sighed calmly, a sympathetic smile resting on his expression. "I do not answer the calls of souls whose time are not up... but you're different, special..." He trailed off, his voice still firm but sounding like he was was pondering something.

"I don't understand..." Your voice was just above a whisper.

Ren paused for a moment, the two of you sitting in silence as his dark eyes scanned yours. He held out his hand to you and finally spoke. "I want you to join me. Let it all die, let everything go, and I will give you what you so wish for."

Your eyes widened at his request, staring into his intense gaze. "Join you?" You croaked.

He nodded slightly. "Rule by my side, little lamb. I feel so drawn to you, I always have... And I know you've felt it too." His tone was soft, but there was a small shred of desperation there.

"And everyone I love? My family and friends?... Will I see them again?" You began to turn your head to look at the door to the kitchen, but a strong hand grabbed your chin at light speed, turning your head to look at him again.

"No- You're still... Holding on! Let go!" Ren raised his voice, startling you. He was inches from your face and his eyes were filled with pure panic, as if he were afraid you were changing your mind.

Memories of your family and friends played like a movie reel in your head. So many moments that you'd never get back. They were gone, and you'd never see them again. What's done is done and you had nothing now.

But as you stared into Ren's wild, dark eyes, you saw an offer being handed to you that you couldn't refuse. An option to never be alone again. To forget every detail of your life as it stands. To not feel the pain that laid so heavily on your heart and soul.

I understand.

You inhaled sharply before placing your shaking and much smaller hand in his. "I'll join you." You said it so quietly, you weren't sure if he had even heard it.

Ren certainly did, however, and within seconds he pounced, closing the gap between you. It was as if your words were an invitation he had been eagerly waiting for and his warm lips crashed into your cold, trembling ones. You felt every emotion at once coursing through your body, and you thought you might spontaneously combust at any moment.

The kiss of death.

He did not pull away though, he only continued to kiss you with more urgency. He pushed you backwards until your back was pressed against the plush carpet. When you touched him, he felt like he was made of marble. As if you needed any more emphasis on the fact that this was no human man that loomed over you.

Ren's large hands began to explore your body, his fingers running along your sides, causing a warm bolt of electricity to shoot through your core. You instinctually moaned against his mouth, and you felt him smirk.

He trailed his mouth down your neck, leaving red and purple marks, before pulling away to admire his work. "You already look so divine in this life... I can't begin to imagine what you'll look like in the next." Ren's voice was low, smooth, and his words dripped with honey. It elicited another moan from you, causing him to let out a dark chuckle.

At near light speed, he practically ripped your clothes off, pulling your shirt over your head first before making quick work of your pants and underwear. You were left naked and writhing on the floor as you watched him work at his belt, kneeling over you.

You couldn't help but think of how morally wrong this all was. This was no simple kiss of death... No, this was blasphemous. Sacrilegious in every sense of the word and you... loved it. You loved how your body betrayed you every chance it got, ignoring every single alarm bell that rang in the part of your brain that clutched onto what little was left of your sanity. It was exhilarating.

With quick fingers, Ren freed his cock from the confines of his pants, causing it to spring upwards. You marveled at him, wondering if maybe this was his weapon of choice. Maybe he would impale you on his dick and literally fuck you to death. You saw him smirk as if he had heard your thought. He most certainly did.

You watched, your body trembling, as he lined himself up with your entrance. Ren did not give you a moment to think before slamming himself into you, bottoming out within seconds. Your view of him was clouded by white-hot stars and he watched as your face contorted from the pain and pleasure of being split in two by him.

Ren's thrusts were erratic, unrelenting as he plowed into your cunt. His fingers dug into your hips, surely leaving bruises... not that it would matter tomorrow. You were completely cock drunk, under some divine spell he had surely cast over you. "Feels... s-s-so.... g-" You trailed off, lost in the violent pleasure he inflicted on your small frame.

He chuckled at your futile attempt to form a sentence. "Look at you, little lamb. Already coming undone at my hand. You want release so badly don't you?" His voice was full of compassion but his words were laced with darkness.

You knew it wasn't only your impending climax that he was referring to. You whined, your eyes welling with tears as you nodded frantically. "Please." You let out in a choked sob.

Ren let out a moan and angled his hips to thrust into you deeper, hitting your g-spot again and again with each erratic snap of his hips. He leaned down slowly, his hair tickling your cheek. "Then let go, sweet thing. Let everything go." He whispered in your ear.

You became putty in Ren's hands as you came, clenching around his cock as he continued to violently plow into you. His lips found yours and he kissed you with wild desperation. After a few more thrusts, he followed suit, bottoming out one last time and letting out a groan as he came deep inside of your cunt.

As you came down from your high, you watched hazily as he fumbled with something on the side of his belt. Ren looked down at you with adoration, and with a swift movement of his hand, you felt ice-cold metal pressed against your naked chest.

When you looked down, it took you a moment to process what had happened. Ren had impaled you through the chest with his lightsaber... yet you felt no pain. Only an intense warmth that radiated through every cell of your body.

Your eyes darted up to his face, illuminated in the crimson glow of his weapon. His expression was soft, attentive. You tried to speak but only a choked whine came out, the air having been stolen from your lungs by the fiery plasma that crackled inside of you.

Ren quickly brought his hand up to hold the side of your face, wiping stray tears and gently stroking your jaw with his thumb. You didn't even realize you had started crying again and you began to taste copper. "Shhh, don't be frightened my mourning lamb. It will all be over soon, just let go... Let go, and you will be mine forever..." His voice was deep but it had a sickeningly sweet quality to it.

You couldn't fully decipher what he was saying, so you focused on how nice he sounded instead. How merciful, you thought, for this voice to be the last one you'd ever hear on this mortal plane.

Your vision began to tunnel in on Ren's face. You thought you heard him call you his mourning lamb. What was it you were mourning again? You couldn't seem to remember what originally got you into this situation. You couldn't seem to remember anything. Anything besides Kylo Ren, that is.

"Finally... At last, you are mine."

The last thing you saw was the smile on his face. There was something... dark about it. His eyes were intense and he looked excited, as if he were finally getting something he'd been waiting ages for. Before you could dwell on it for too long though, everything went black.

[plainemmanem]

okay but can I request a protective!Poe ? Chapter ten gave me protective vibes and fuck I'm a slut for those

i am also an absolute whore for protective poe, so let's see a little more of him shall we? also, i havent done a lot of writing from poe's pov, so i thought i would try it out! i had so many ideas bouncing around in my head for this ask (p.s. i actually wrote like three different versions of this lol, im sorry it took so long) but i hope you enjoy <3

It was supposed to be an easy mission.

Enter the planet, meet the informant, and leave. Nothing out of the ordinary.

But the second Poe's foot touched solid ground, he knew something was off.

It was a set up, a particularly clever one at that, and Poe quickly found himself in a waking nightmare:

Torture. On the Starkiller Base. Face-to-face with none other than Kylo Ren himself.

Ren had been hunting Poe for years. As a close confidante to Leia before her passing, Poe held top secret knowledge that could be detrimental the Resistance. Poe, or at least his mind, had great value to Ren.

He just had to squeeze that information out of him.

It was obviously a trap, sending a hologram of Poe's torture directly to D'Qar. Ren knew someone from the Resistance would come for him soon after, but he had been particularly hopeful it would be you.

Who better to incentivize Poe than his own fiance?

And you knew you it was a trap. You knew it was selfish to go after him. But you slipped away in the night anyways, taking great care not to alert the rest of the base, knowing they would do anything to prevent you from leaving. Lock you up, knock you out. Whatever it took.

But you couldn't stop yourself.

The hologram Ren had sent was....

You couldn't not go.

His poor screams rang through your head the whole flight there.

You didn't even have a plan. You just needed to get to him, as soon as possible. You would offer yourself, trade places with him, join the First Order, it didn't matter. You just had to make sure he was safe.

Poe had begged you not to come in the hologram, but you couldn't stop yourself. Thoughts of Poe's lifeless corpse prevented any sound judgment.

Poe prayed you wouldn't come. He needed you safe. He didn't care if he died, he just needed to make sure you stayed put.

He tried to remain strong against Ren's torture, occasionally cracking jokes and holding in his screams, but his determination was slowly wearing thin. Every time he closed his eyes, your face flashed through his mind.

Your smile, your face when you first woke up, your concentrated stare. He could swear you were right there with him.

And then you were.

Ren had caught you easily, immediately dragging you to the interrogation room himself.

"I want you to see for yourself," his voice was muffled through the mask.

Poe felt so weak, he barely even reacted when Ren brought you in. He couldn't even be sure you were real. You could merely a hallucination, a sadistic trick of the mind.

But, unfortunately, this was no trick.

Ren released Poe from the chair, his limp body collapsing on the floor.

Poe could tell your arms were restrained. You didn't even try to run.

"Maker, Poe!" you tried moving towards him, but Ren quickly got a hold of you, despite your violent thrashing.

Poe's mind screamed at him to say something, to do anything, but he could barely find the strength to catch his breath.

Ren swiftly kicked him aside, now securing you to the chair to take Poe's place.

Poe made a sad attempt to stand, even managing to push himself up partially, but he couldn't do much more than that.

His brain felt like it was on fire. He could barely swallow, his mouth was so dry, and it felt like electricity was pumping through his veins.

He peered up from the ground, catching your eyes immediately.

You had been crying. He so desperately wanted to reach out and brush your tears away; he hated when you cried. His heart constricted tightly in his chest before he turned a fiery gaze upon Ren.

"L-Let her g-go. She has n-nothing to do with th-this..."

Ren stooped down to meet his gaze. All Poe could see was his own reflection staring back at him in the mask.

"She has everything to do with this."

Ren rose once again, now stepping back to face you and scanning you from head to toe.

You harshly looked away, avoiding his gaze and setting your jaw tightly.

"I'm not afraid of you," Poe could hear your voice wavering slightly.

Taking a small step closer, Ren grabbed your face roughly before turning you to meet his gaze.

"You will be."

Your eyes were filled with fire, but your jaw still held a slight tremble.

"Don't worry," Ren's whisper was almost undecipherable behind the mask, but Poe could hear him loud and clear. "It will be over quickly."

"Enough," Poe slowly started to gain back some of his strength, and was managing to make it back on his feet. "You already have me."

Suddenly, Ren thrusted his hand toward him, sending Poe flying backwards into the concrete wall behind him. All the air in Poe's lungs vanished before he quickly sank back down to his knees.

Ren released his gloved grip on your face, now turning his full attention towards the pilot beneath him.

Poe could practically feel rage seeping through Ren's mask as he stalks towards him.

"Join me." The words were so simple, yet so biting.

Poe snarled lowly, disgust washing over him.

"Never." He spat the word like venom at the man towering above him.

Ren turned abruptly to you, determination in his stride.

"I feel I can persuade you," Ren replied succinctly. His voice was almost robotic. Hollow, void of emotion. It was inhuman.

He took another step towards you, reaching his hand out before him and holding it just in front of your face.

Poe watched in horror as your face slowly contorted in agony, eyes narrowing and brow furrowing. He knew exactly what you were feeling. He could practically feel the searing pain splitting through his own head.

You put up a good fight, holding in your screams, but Poe knew it would only be a matter of time.

"Stop!" the pilot yelled, voice desperate and frantic.

Ren persisted, your head starting to fall back, all your muscles becoming taught. Piercing shrieks ripped through your body, and Poe could feel himself truly starting to panic.

His mind raced. Joining the First Order was out of the question, but he couldn't live in a world without you in it.

"This will kill her. Eventually," Ren uttered to Poe, never breaking his ministrations on your mind. "It will take time, but I can wait while you make up your mind."

Breaking you was easy for Ren, and Poe sensed you starting to slip. Poe's eyes shot from Ren to you, his pulse quickening and his body igniting with adrenaline.

"Stop! Stop, enough! I-I'll join you. The First Order, I'll join you! I'll leave the Resistance." He knew he must have looked insane, his eyes wide with fear and his voice full of desperation. "Just... just let her go."

Ren finally halted, your body falling forward and going limp. Little aftershocks still ripped through your body as you barely lifted your head to shoot Poe a sorrowful look. Your tears fell like raindrops to the ground below and all Poe could think about was how he never wanted to see you in pain ever again.

Ren quickly spun back to Poe, tilting his head slightly at Poe's decision.

"N-no!" you yelled, voice raw and vulnerable. "No, take me! I'll tell y-ou anything- Anything you want-t!"

Ren froze at that. He almost seemed to be contemplating this new development.

But Poe couldn't understand why. Taking you would make no sense. Ren had been after Poe for years. Why was he even considering you over him?

Ren turned fully to face you, giving you another look up and down, before heading to the door and ripping it open. Two troopers stood at attention outside, waiting patiently to receive orders.

"Bring the girl to a cell," Ren barked at them harshly. "And take him outside." He turned, giving Poe one final glance. His face was impossible to read behind the mask. "He's going home."

"Wh-?" Poe stumbled to his feet, shock making his blood run cold. "No!"

The guards swiftly rushed in, releasing you from the chair. One guard began to drag you out of the room, while the other grabbed Poe by the arms to be restrained.

"No!" Poe roughly shoved him away, rushing towards you and grabbing your face with both hands. You looked so weak, all the color running from your face as if the life was literally draining out of you. "I-I'll come back. I won't leave you. I'll get you out of here. I love y-"

You couldn't even speak as the guard hauled you from the room, your feet still dragging behind you.

"No, wait! No!" Poe fought off the guard, rushing after you once again, if only to have you in his arms one last time.

"Requesting backup," Poe could hear the trooper call out behind him as he raced for the door.

Suddenly three more guards appeared before him. Poe threw as many kicks and punches as he could physically manage before the four guards had him fully restrained, two on each side of him forcing him to the ground.

Ren stalked out of the shadows of the room and stood before Poe once again, looking down at him as if he were a mere insect beneath him.

"She has potential. I feel she will do well here." Ren remained emotionless, speaking to Poe as if he had never met him before in his life.

"That wasn't the deal," Poe made one last attempt to break free of the guards' hold, thrashing about, to no avail. "She was never supposed to be a part of this!"

Ren gave him one last look before spinning and heading for the hallway follow after you.

"Things change."

[red-flight]

CHARACTER FLAWS - Wes

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Fuck, Marry, Kill

Kylo Ren, Marko, Tyler (from thrashin)

Marry Tyler

HE’S SO BABY GIRL AND I LIKE BLUSHY AND SWEET MEN HE’S PERFECT. Also I feel like I’d get to be the boss lawyer babe in the relationship and he would get to skateboard and cuddle me and stuff and that would be 10/10😌 I also feel like he’d be a good listener, and we know he’d fuck anyone up that tried to hurt me (after I got to fuck them up first:) )

Fuck Kylo

He’s hot and evil and historically that does it for me😁 I could go more into details but I’m not gonna

Ok I will a little, he could dom me

Kill Marko

A lot of people write him as a sadist and that’s not my thing:/ feel like we’d still vibe and I like what Webs said about how we’d work together, but he scares me a little

Asks thingy:)