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Star Wars (Kylo Ren only)

the arrangement smut 18+

summary: Kylo and the reader in an arranged marriage, there is some friction at the start then it blossoms into love and acceptance with some smut sprinkled through.

Supernatural

Sam Winchester

rare and precious fluff

summary: when Sam stumbles into a library to research the local history of the wendigo, he meets his match; a librarian.

Dean Winchester

finish the stitches angst + fluff

summary: dean has to come to terms with his feelings when you get brutally hurt by a werewolf.

Stranger Things

Dustin Henderson x1

four dollars or a date fluff

requested: Dustin Henderson x Buckley reader where they meet at Scoops Ahoy and she works at the (Barnes and nobles type) book store a couple stores down and Dustin goes almost every day after he visits Steve to go see her and look at comics and board games, eventually she gets fed up and tells him “either buy something or ask me on a date”

Steve Harrington x4

I've finally had enough angst

summary: when your boyfriend Billy abuses you again, your friend Steve decides that enough is enough - he is getting you out

just friends part 5 ,

summary: when Steve vanishes and Eddie gets caught up in a secret, you find a way to force the three of you to put your cards on the table.

six little harringtons part 10 , part 11 ,

summary: your daughter, Rose, struggles with missing her dad and your ex-husband, Steve, makes another drunken mistake.

Eddie Munson x6

But I don’t want to go home

summary: when you try to avoid going home after spending another night at Eddie's, he becomes worried about what's going on in your home.

breed you smut 18+ mdni

summary: Eddie was the type who never wanted kids, yet when you're in the middle of looking at baby cribs, he finds himself with a suffocating breeding kink.

time of the month fluff

summary: you come on your period when your boyfriend, Eddie, comes over, and panic. He doesn’t quite understand why until you tell him how your ex treated you on your time of the month.

anonthebanished smut 18+ mdni

summary: when your husband, Steve, leaves you sexually neglected for another business trip, you meet up with stranger from a chatroom for a one time hookup... but the stranger on the other side of the screen is closer to home than you thought.

just friends part 5 ,

summary: when Steve vanishes and Eddie gets caught up in a secret, you find a way to force the three of you to put your cards on the table.

come back to me angst

“And have you wait around all night in my room for me to finish work when you should be wrapped up in your own bed and fast asleep?” He raised his eyebrows, tucking a stray hair behind your ear, “Nah, that doesn’t sound fair for you. Next time, sweetheart.”

But I don’t want to go home.

You frowned but didn’t argue against him, you had already left your toothbrush at his place last week after you managed to convince him to let you stay another night, and now you kept it beside his, reassuring him that it’s the one you’ll always use when you sleepover. 

“Okay, promise?” You asked, slowly dragging your feet on the carpet out of his room.

“Yeah, yeah, I promise.” Eddie pulled his door shut and followed you out of his trailer, Wayne was passed out on the couch so the two of you kept it down until you climbed in his van.

Eddie noticed that the closer and closer you got to your home, the quieter you became and your smile faded,pressing the side of your head into the window, watching other cars drive past before Eddie eventually turned right and drove down your street, stopping his van outside your home. 

“Is everything… are you okay?” He asked, his doe eyes watching you carefully. 

Being this clingy will scare him off, we haven’t been together that long. 

Don’t tell him, not yet.

You cleared your throat and blinked, “Yeah, I’m just tired,” you lied, “probably a good call you dropped me off.”

Eddie hesitated for a moment, “you sure?” he watched as you slowly unclipped your seatbelt and picked up your bag by your feet.

You nodded, “Mhm,” you opened the van door and got out, “you’ll call me tomorrow when you're awake, right?”

Eddie smiled, “You know I will.”

You gave a small back and waved before shutting the van door and walking towards the front door of your home, already dreading walking in and being without Eddie for another week. 

Eddie always waited until you were inside before he drove off but something didn’t feel right tonight but he couldn’t quite put his finger on what it was. He sighed and shifted uncomfortably in his seat, his eyes focusing on the road as he went back, his eyes quickly glancing through his rear mirror to take another look at your house. 

Eddie returned to the trailer to brush his teeth and get dressed, his eyes glued to your toothbrush. 

“You workin tonight, Edward?” Wayne asked, walking over toward his nephew with a cigarette between his teeth. 

Eddie spat his toothpaste and saliva mix into the sink and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, “Yeah, won’t be home ‘til late, you know how it is,” he replied, rinsing his toothbrush before placing it next to yours.

Wayne nodded and took a drag, “Your girlfriend, she’s a good one, Edward.” he turned around, shuffling over to the couch.

“Wayne?” Eddie called out, following him, “Can I ask you something?”

Wayne blew the smoke from his mouth and fell onto the couch, putting his feet up on the coffee table, “She’s not pregnant is she?”

Eddie smirked for a moment, laughing lightly but quickly shook his head with a sigh, “No, no, nothing like that. It’s just…” He walked over and sat next to his uncle, knowing he’d be late for work. “She never, uh, wants to go home. She always stalls me and begs to stay another night.”

"What's so bad about that, kid? Sounds like she really likes you,” Wayne muttered, continuing to smoke, the ashtray resting on his stomach. 

“There’s nothing bad about it at all, I guess I’m not used to it, you know, having a clingy girlfriend.” Eddie held his hand out to Wayne, his signal to borrow a cigarette. 

“Clingy isn’t a bad thing,” Wayne passed him the cigarette, “beats having a girlfriend who ditches you after promising a record label or whatever that mess was.” 

Eddie lit the cigarette and placed it in his mouth, taking a drag and letting out a thick cloud of smoke, “I’d rather have clingy any day over that but.. Something just feels off, you know? I’m kinda worried about her.”

Wayne rubbed his back into the cushions and fabric of the couch, getting himself comfortable for another nap. “Have you talked to her about it?” 

Eddie shook his head. 

“Well I’d suggest you get talkin’ to her,” Wayne crushed his short cigarette in the ashtray and shut his eyes, “think it over during your shift.”

The moment you walked through the door, the heavy weight on your shoulders and the grey cloud above you returned, you kicked your shoes off and focused on making a swift escape upstairs.

“When did you leave the house?” Your dad called out, his eyes fixed to the TV, “Did you get any beer from the store?”

Typical. 

“I didn’t go to the store, dad. I was at my boyfriends, remember?”

You wish you could remember a time when your dad remembered you, even acknowledged you with his two eyes and a warm hug, but the truth was you couldn’t. Your dad was emotionally unavailable, and part of you at times was sure that he didn’t even know who you were. 

When your parents divorced, you weren’t given the option to choose who you lived with, and living with your mom wasn’t an option you were given after she was deemed too emotionally unstable to be left responsible for a child. 

It started off with being late for school, not because you ran late for the bus or because your alarm clock didn’t go off, but because your dad would be so hungover, sprawled across the couch or bed, too out of it to wake up and get you ready. 

Then when you did make it to school and managed to get yourself home, you weren’t being fed. He’d whack a meal in the microwave to eat himself, but you were left to take care of you.

It had always been this way, you forced yourself to just get used to it.

He still didn’t look at you, “Boyfriend? Since when did you have a boyfriend?” his eyes were still on the football.

You huffed quietly, careful so that he couldn’t hear you. 

“Eddie. The guy I’ve been dating for over a month now, I’ve told you about him, I’m at his place every week.” 

Eddie felt like the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow, he remembered the little things about you and went out of his way to indulge in your preferences, like which side of the bed you felt safer and comfier sleeping on, or exactly how you liked your coffee, all within such a short time.

Your dads eyebrows knitted slightly and he hummed, sipping the last of his beer, “I didn’t even notice you were gone.”

No, you never do.

You went on to walk up the stairs when he called out to you again, “Hey, do me a favour, later on can you go through that big fabric pouch and pull out whatever change you can and get me some beers? Need them for the game.”

You glanced down at your wrist watch “Can’t dad, it’s getting late.” 

Get your own fucking beer.

“Fucking useless.” He grumbled, tossing his empty can across the room, still in the same dirty, stained shirt from before you left to see Eddie. 

You wanted to sleep but you couldn’t. Your thoughts about Eddie consumed you and your paranoia over being too much or too clingy began to eat away at you. 

He didn’t want me to stay an extra night, was I coming off too strong?! 

It’s not like I stalk him or anything, I just wish I could tell him, maybe he’d understand… his dad isn’t around either.

You tried to tell Eddie about your dad and how he treated you since he got custody but you never found the right moment, something would always come up or get in the way. Either Eddie would unintentionally start getting excited over a new album release, unable to control his outbursts of high expectations for certain tracks and tours, or Wayne would peek his head through Eddie’s door, getting to know you a little better or trying to embarrass his nephew.

The phone on your bedside table woke you up, you didn’t remember falling asleep but it didn’t matter. Eddie said he’d call you, and you’d never risk missing an opportunity to hear his voice, no matter how sleepy either of you were. 

“Hello?” you answered, holding back a yawn. 

“Hey babe, it’s me,” Eddie smiled on the other end, sounding just as tired as you were. 

You pressed the phone a little closer to your ear, gripping it protectively, “How was work? I’ve missed you.”

Eddie dampened his lips with his tongue, he stayed quiet for a moment before finally sighing down the phone, “Ah, you know how it is. Same drunken assholes starting fights, finishing later than usual with no overtime pay…” he paused for a moment, “I was wondering, are you available later? I was thinking we could go for a drive, maybe pick up some greasy food and just chill for a bit.” 

Eddie didn’t sound cheerful but you didn’t think anything of it, you assumed he was just tired from his shift.

Your ears pricked up and the relief of being able to escape these four walls and the roof ran through your system, waking you up. 

“Oh Eds, I’d love to!” you smiled down the phone, “What time were you thinking?”

“Well, I kinda haven't figured that out yet,” He paused again and you didn’t like it, he didn’t pause like this on the phone “was thinking like half an hour after I’ve woken up? Gives me enough time to have a shower and a quick smoke.” 

I’ve ruined it, haven’t I?

I’ve been too clingy.

Cancel on him, make it seem like you aren’t desperate to get out of the house. 

Don’t cancel! Are you kidding? You’ll rot away in your room all day! 

Just play it cool. Take it easy.

“Sure,” you replied, trying to tone down your excitement, allowing your intrusive thoughts to drown you, “will you call ahead of time or?”

“What’s better for you, sweetheart?” 

Sweetheart. See? He can’t be mad at me.

You weighed up the options for a moment and realised either would be fine, your dad wouldn’t care or notice anyway. 

“Hmmm, call me beforehand? Just so I know when you’re about to leave.” 

“Alright, you sound almost as tired as I do, get some sleep and I’ll call you when I’m coming, got it?” Eddie yawned down the phone, rubbing his eyes.

You nodded, sinking back into your bed, “Got it.”

By the time Eddie woke up and began to get himself dressed, a thought drifted into his head that he couldn’t shake, a reality he hadn’t considered before; what if you weren’t safe or happy at home?

It made perfect sense, you always changed the moment it was time to leave, stalling him with your shoe laces or peppering him with kisses when you weren’t looking for something that was secretly in the bottom of your bag. You always went quiet and seemed queasy when he’d pull up outside your house when dropping you off. 

You weren’t being clingy. 

Things weren’t good at home. 

You felt safe with him.

Eddie hurried outside, catching his uncle sitting in the afternoon sun, putting his carton of cigarettes in his pocket before he left for his shift at the plant. 

“Wayne, do you have a sec?” He asked, “I did some thinking, like you said.” 

Wayne raised an eyebrow, “What is it?”

Eddie took a deep breath and sighed, shrugging, “I don’t think she’s happy or safe at home, going back there… it makes her shrink into herself, I recognise that now.”

Wayne thought for a moment, wiping the building sweat from his brow, “I know you’ve not been together long and all but if this is the case and you really love her, she can always stay with us. She might hate it once she gets used to it, but I don’t have a problem with it.”

“Are you sure? I don’t want to add more on to your plate-”

“I took you in, didn’t I?” Wayne approached Eddie, placing his hand on his shoulder. 

Eddie rarely thought about his dad, doing so usually came in phases on Fathers Day, at Christmas and on Birthdays, but Wayne managed to take the edge off in the beginning, and as time went on, the pain seemed to dissipate for Eddie. Sure, his dad was a deadbeat, but he had an uncle that loved and care about him; Wayne made up for his dads shortfalls. 

“Yeah,” Eddie nodded, his heart hurting from the thought of his dad and missing his mom. 

“If her moving in would be good for her and will keep you happy, then it’s no issue for me.” Wayne tapped Eddie on the shoulder and walked away, not wanting to be late for his shift.

Eddie didn’t need to think about you moving in for a moment longer. It wasn’t a risk. 

“Fuck,” Eddie sighed, rubbing his face with his hand, “I gotta buy a better bed.”

You managed to get some extra sleep once you were reassured that Eddie wasn’t mad and woke up an hour before he called, giving you enough time to get yourself freshened up. After Eddie called, you slowly slipped downstairs, the smell of mouldy food and grease making you gag as you reached the bottom step. 

Your dad was in the same spot as he was yesterday, the TV on but replaced by MTV now that the football game was long gone. More beer cans were dented and scattered across the floor, your dad was nodding and humming away, not hearing you coming down the stairs. 

“Dad?” you called out. 

He didn’t hear you. 

“Dad?” You repeated, a little louder. 

Still nothing. 

You turned and walked towards the door when your dad finally leaned forward and tilted his head, catching you. “Hey,” he raised his voice, “Where are you off to?” 

“Out,” You replied, slipping on your shoes. 

“Where?” He picked up the beer next to him, swirling it for a moment before tossing it across the room in disappointment. “You know what, don’t tell me, I don’t care. Do me a favour,” he began to cough, “get me some beers, will you? The walk is too far for your poor dad.” 

Eddie’s van pulled up outside, KISS blaring from his tape deck. 

Your hand hovered over the door handle and you quickly turned around, looking at your dad in the eyes, “It’s not even a five minute walk, Dad. The fresh air will do you some good.”

Your dad began to scowl and he scrunched his mouth up into a tight ball, grumbling under his breath. Frantically, you grabbed the handle and pulled it, opening the door and slipping out without experiencing his rage. Each step closer to Eddie felt like coming to the end of a long marathon in the exhausting heat, with a table full of ice cold bottled water waiting for you.

Eddie turned the music down slightly, Paul Stanley’s voice and the instruments now faint background noise. He waited for you to climb in. 

“Afternoon, Sweetheart.” He smiled, his eyes still a little heavy, “Food?”

You didn’t bother to clip on your belt, your heart rate already steadying at being in his presence, “Food sounds wonderful.”

Yesterday you were the one who went quiet in the van, fading into the window as Eddie dropped you off, but today Eddie wasn’t his usual self. You noticed he wasn’t raving about the new music video, probably the same one your dad was humming along to and how crap it was shot, or complaining about his shift. Instead, he just kept quiet, his eyes occasionally chancing a quick glance at you.

When he pulled into the parking lot rather than going straight to the Drive Thru, you knew something wasn’t right. 

He’s brought me here to break up with me, hasn’t he?

Eddie didn’t cut the engine, he knew that no music in the background would only make things more awkward.

Eddie cleared his throat, “Babe, can we talk?”

Oh no. 

Here it is. 

He’s going to end things here, isn’t he?

“Wh,” your voice died in your throat, “What is it?” 

He sighed, shifting in his seat to face you, “Since we got together, I’ve uh, noticed more and more how you never want to go home.”

You prepared yourself for the inevitable.

He’ll tell you you’re too clingy, that you’re too much and too fast, and that he can’t be with someone so… intense.

Eddie swallowed the lump in his throat, looking away for a moment before forcing himself to meet your eyes again. “Is everything okay… at home?” He finally breathed, “You’re not being… are you?”

The air left your lungs for a moment, your eyes widened from expecting the blow but you weren’t expecting this. Your lips parted and wobbled, tears filled your eyes. 

How do I tell him?

What do I even say?

“Oh baby, come here.” Eddie murmured, pulling you into him over the gear shift, his hands wrapping around you. 

You buried your face into his neck, your tears running down his skin with your hands resting on his chest. He held you, stroking your hair until you managed to wipe your eyes and pull away. 

Taking a deep breath, you looked at Eddie, engulfed with the concern in his eyes. 

“It’s my dad, he… since he got custody he’s always been so emotionally, well, just completely unavailable. He doesn’t notice when I come or go, when I was a kid he neglected me. Forgot to get me up for school, never fed me, it was… it’s as if I’m invisible to him unless I’m about to walk in and out that door,” you shook your head, “and you know all he seems to care about? His drink.”

Eddie took your hand in his and squeezed it, “You feel like you’re just wasting away in that house, don’t you?” 

You nodded, “You make me happy, Eds. You actually acknowledge me and don’t make me feel like I’m a burden. You get me out of that place, that dark pit. I love you for more than that, I mean, I’m not with you so I can get out if that's what you’re thinking.”

Eddie let out a light laugh, stroking the top of your hand with his thumb, “I know, babe, you don’t have to reassure me.” 

A temporary silence filled the van, the KISS tape that was in looping back to the start. 

“I know we’ve not been together long and people will think I’m either crazy or you’re pregnant, but..” Eddie dampened his lips again, his eyebrows pulling together, focusing on your hand and tracing circles into it, “you could move in with me and Wayne.”

The offer came out as a nervous mumble but you knew he was serious.

Your eyebrows shot up and your hand twitched in his, “Oh my god, you’re serious.” You murmured, “Are you sure?!” 

“I spoke to my uncle about it and uh, he likes you, thinks you’re a sweet girl and he took me in, you know,after  my old man failed to be a dad..” Eddie presses a kiss to your hand before running his soft lips against your skin, “So what d’you say, wanna get out of that hell hole and stay with us in our cramped trailer?”

You’ll get to be with Eddie, always.

You’ll never have to go home. 

You can be invisible to your dad without it hurting anymore, living a happier life, in a happier place.

You were tucked away behind a corner desk with your glasses sliding down your nose when you noticed a tall gentleman slowly approaching you, his movements a little clumsy like a baby deer.

She’s beautiful and those glasses.. 

“What can I help you with?” you smiled up at him, pushing your glasses back up to the bridge of your nose.

Sam smiled back at you, flashing his white teeth at you, “Uh,” he swallowed hard, “I’m looking for any local information on this.” 

Sam pushed a piece of paper across your desk, you looked down at a collection of sporadic notes scribbled across in frantic handwriting, mentioning creatures you’d only heard about in online conspiracy theory forums or folklore books until you focused on it.

Wendigo.

You raised an eyebrow, “a wendigo?” 

Sam's cheeks flushed a little, “Yeah, just wanted to know what your local legend was all about..”

The Wendigo was no legend. You had a close call with one in the woods when you were a child on a camping trip with the girls guides, and although luckily none of you were hurt, you know what you saw and no amount of gaslighting from your camp leaders would ever make you doubt what you witnessed that night. 

“Well,” you sighed, pushing the paper back to him, “I can promise you…?”

“Sam.”

Sam. A cute name for a cute guy.

“Well I can promise you, Sam, that the Wendigo is no local legend.”

Leaving your desk you escorted Sam towards the other end of the library, he followed closely behind, trying to keep up with you and the new spring in your step. 

“Why do you say that?” Sam asked.

“When I saw a little girl,” You reached up on your tiptoes for the large leather bound book, the sight of you doing so made Sam smile and he cheekily caught a glimpse of your behind, “I went camping and saw it, for years they kept telling me I was lying but…”

You turned around, catching Sam quickly forcing himself to look up at the high ceiling of the library. “I know what I saw.” Your cheeks went hot and prickly, but you didn’t mention anything and instead took the compliment in silence, you opened the book without checking the page numbers and handed it to him.

Sam stared at the pages, his cheeks also feeling hot and prickly. 

Something about Sam drew you in and all you wanted was to know more about him, even if it became more physical than verbal, and something about you made Sam feel protective over you, as if you were a rare and precious, enchanting artefact. 

“You’re hunting this thing, aren’t you?” 

You weren’t stupid, you’d heard the whispers of hunters and their impressive list of personal kills and read their frightening stories in an underground paper about their encounters with vampires, demons, and other beings you couldn’t quite believe existed. 

Sam stared at you for a moment, stuttering, caught completely off guard. 

“I uh, how’d you, that’s not…”

The corners of your lips curled upwards, “You are! I knew it.” You tried your best to keep your voice down. 

“I’m really not, this researching it’s just a hobby.” Sam’s eyes fell to your lips, he couldn’t look away.

“That’s bullcrap and you know it!” You wouldn’t let him have it, “I want in. You’re one of these hunters and I’ve been left in the dark about this thing for almost twenty years. I’m coming with you!” 

Dean got nowhere trying to squeeze the cellphone number out of the barista and eventually threw the towel in, sipping on his overpriced black coffee and gripping onto Sam’s when he entered the library. 

Sam scoffed, “It’s too dangerous and you have no experience out there!” he protested.

Dean followed his little brothers voice and quickly hid behind a large bookcase, lowering his head and listening in carefully. 

“But I know what you’re looking for, I know the area, I know what it looks like, I’ve seen it myself!” you were quick to argue and crossed your arms, staring through your glasses at Sam.

Your attempt to be stern didn’t work on Sam, and the enhanced size of your eyes through the lens of your glasses only made you more endearing to him. 

Sam shook his head, his mouth opened and slightly tilted, “And I don’t care, you’re not going out there.” He reached out and grabbed your arms, pushing himself closer to you, squeezing your arms but not enough to cause pain.

Dean’s eyebrows scrunched together and he squinted, focusing on the two of you.

The building tension finally snapped and Sam let out a frustrated huff and pressed his lips against yours, you rapidly uncrossed your arms and kissed him back, your soft lips attacking his as your hands frantically found themselves getting tangled in his hair. 

Sam deepened the fierce kiss when you allowed him, his tongue slipping into your mouth and brushing against yours .His hands gripped you tighter, and he pulled you into him as close as you could be, leaving you with goosebumps up your spine and down your arms. 

Your breathing became ragged and the quiet library became full of the sound of your clothes rustling against his, along with your uneven breathing and your soft moans. You didn’t want him to let go as your hands explored his hair and scalp further, the sensation of your soft fingertips against him made Sam groan against you, the vibration from his throat tickling your lips. 

Dean watched with wide eyes, downing more of his coffee, rather proud of his brother and entertained to see him in action. 

“Gotta give you credit, Sammy,” he muttered under his breath, “I didn’t think you had it in you.”

Sam finally pulled back, the two of you a gasping mess with each others mixed saliva coating your lips. Your chests were heaving and as you untangled your fingers from Sam’s hair, he reached out and gently straightened your glasses, taking his time, savouring the moment. 

“I can’t let you go out there,” Sam murmured sweetly with a twisted smile playing on his lips.

You sighed and rolled your eyes, “Fine, but do me a favour?” you asked, pulling out a pen and grabbing his large hand. 

Sam watched as you began to scribble numbers over the palm of his hand.

“Call me when you’re done with it, so I know you got out alive.” You finished, tucking the pen behind your ear.

By the time everyone else started waking up and turning up to your suite, the day became a blur of your family and friends hopes and dreams for you and your groom to be, completely pushing the reality of the arrangement out of their head. You kept turning your head away, quickly blinking away the tears and forced yourself to plaster a smile on your face, masking your fright and anger with "I'm just a little anxious... that's all, I've never done this before, have I?"

Your mother helped you into your wedding attire, a beautiful deep red Choli with gorgeous butter gold trim neatly threaded into intricate patterns to match your Lehenga and sheer Dupatta. The attire felt heavier today than when you first tried it on at the dressmaker's, only seeing the beauty of it whilst mourning who you'd end up wearing it for. 

Kylo wasn't one to dress fancy and you had already prepared yourself to see him masked up at the ceremony, hearing the robotic voice from beneath it. You weren't wrong for the most part, Kylo wore his dark tunic and sleek boots but he left the mask behind and his mother draped a velvet shawl, which matched your outfit, over his broad shoulders and carefully weaved it with precision before smoothing out any creases.

When Kylo first entered the ceremonial chamber, his eyes didn't meet anyone; he didn't even acknowledge the light whirling and beeping from one of the BB Units. He looked slightly embarrassed, but rather menacing with his dark, soulless eyes yet his muscular build could still be admired beneath his shawl and tunic.  

Saying your vows was hard for you. You were told to speak louder and clearer, and to direct yourself to your Husband, not to the air around you. Kylo, of course, didn't have these reminders or issues, he was confident, he controlled everyone and everything up to the tiniest of details. 

His deep voice reminded you of silk when he spoke and you could feel your insides twirling at his tone outside of the mask. Less menacing, more... seductive. You hadn't heard this voice before, you hadn't seen him this up close without the mask, so close you could feel the heat burning from his skin. 

"Control yourself." His voice boomed in your head, making you jump. 

You looked up at him, but he didn't meet your eyes; instead, he focused ahead of him. 

"Pay attention." His voice boomed again, this time making your eyes squeeze shut. 

"Get out of my head," you thought back, testing him, "It's the biggest form of invasion there is!" 

Kylo couldn't stop the corners of his lips from curling up. 

"Invasion? You're not a planet, my maiden, but remind me, what's the planet you call home again?"

Your eyes widened and you went to say something to him verbally rather than a thought but as you tried to open your mouth it felt as if your lips and teeth had been glued together; it was impossible to move your jaw.

"Know your place." Kylo said, "You're now my wife, after all."

Kylo's hand brushed against his, and his large arm snuck around your waist as he lowered you, pressing his lips against yours. You were safe in his firm grip, your body pressing against his, but as you inhaled his leathery scent and focused on the softness of his full lips, you couldn't bring yourself to pull away. 

You were enjoying it.

Enjoying him.

"You're bound to me now," he growled when he finally pulled away, breaking the first kiss.

The celebrations were in full swing with the band playing for you and your groom and the large hall was drowning in different ceremonial decorations and delicacies of different colours and textures from main courses to sweets from other planets. You weren't sure what to eat first as you were seated next to him and your in-laws at the long and never-ending table.

Kylo served himself first and then you, not bothering to ask you what you wanted to try before he placed the vegetables on your plate, some of which you had only heard about from travellers with a cultured palate.

You knew you should've been focusing closely on the kind speeches and well wishes from your parents and your in-laws, but your mind kept drifting elsewhere. All you could think about was climbing into your king sized bed and going to sleep, though the thought of your husband completely naked, tangled in the sheets with you, penetrated your mind. 

You couldn't blink the images away, your heart began to quicken and your cheeks started to burn. Kylo stared at you, a look of satisfaction bleeding across his face. 

"And I thought you didn't want me."

"I don't!"

"Your heart and face suggest you're lying."

"Get out of my head, I'm warning you."

"Or what? You'll divorce me?" Kylo smirked and removed his gaze from you, lifting the silver cup to his mouth and drinking the thick liquid, which warmed his insides and left him feeling fuzzy.

"Try this," he actually spoke up, pressing the cold cup to your lips. 

"Oh, I don't..."

"I insist, my darling wife." 

You swallowed the liquid, the warmth engulfing your organs, and the room around you began to blur into one, people's faces and the droids swirling into the patterns of the fabrics hanging from the walls, and time seemed to shatter. You could hear everything that was going on as the voices and conversation washed in and out against the beats of the different instruments, but by the time you awoke, when the reception was long gone, you were spread across Kylo's massive bed in his private quarters.

Your body was aching all over and you were still in your bridal attire, the fabric making you sweat a little. Kylo walked into the room, his tunic and shawl removed so his pale skin and chest were on complete show. 

The sight woke you up rather quickly. 

You noticed his scar over his collarbone and focused on his pecks, your eyes taking in every detail of his body before your eyes dropped to the waistband of his...

Wait, he's completely naked. 

Your eyes bulged and the familiar heat began to crawl up your neck and ears again. You hated the realisation that as much as you hated your husband, you couldn't deny that he was breathtaking to look at without the thick, dark clothing.

"You can't help yourself, can you?" He murmured, sounding sleepier than he looked.

You sighed. There was no point in defending yourself but you fought the urge to stare at his impressive length.

"How long have I been asleep?" You looked away, "I don't remember anything after..."

"You were exhausted, wife." Kylo sat on the end of the bed, "I didn't want you to be too tired for what comes next."

You felt the room shrink as Kylo placed his hands on your shoulders, the heat from his palms making you break a sweat. You had never had sex before, it was an act saved for the sole purpose of the night of your wedding and your virginity made you more desirable for your match in arrangements. 

Kylo gently removed your Dupatta, "Let me," his fingers reached the zip on your back and pulled it down, allowing your Choli to fall naturally down your arms. 

You were left in your Lehenga, your breasts out and exposed, the cold air leaving you with goosebumps.

"I've been terrified of you," you managed to choke out. 

"Only because of what you've heard," Kylo paused for a moment, his index finger tracing the patterns on your Lehenga, "not what you've experienced."

"And you..." you breathed.

"There was a girl once," his hand reached around for the zip, this time tugging at it rather than pulling, "the rest doesn't matter."

Rather than follow up with questions, the silence stretched between you and Kylo leaned down, his face now only inches from yours with his breath tickling your lips. 

"Don't be afraid of me," he said, "not anymore."

Rather than bargaining, you passed your lips against his, laying back on the large bed as Kylo's large hand removes your skirt, slipping it down your legs, leaving you fully nude and pressed against him, your skin brushing against each other.

The blood rushed to your ears, your heart beat whooshing as the kiss deepened. Guilt and shame engulfed you; you shouldn't be enjoying this with such a dangerous and unstable man. Yet you were desperate for more, you wanted to experience what it was like 

Parting your lips, you allowed Kylo to explore your mouth with his tongue and your own brushed against his. His large hand slips up your inner thigh, making you moan against his lips and open your legs further, inviting him in. 

His wide and thick fingers moved in circular motions on your clit. His fingers being in an area only you had touched made you jolt against him, forming pulses of arousal deep in your lower abdomen. You could feel his erection pressing into you with a droplet of precum seeping from his spongy head running down your skin.

You pulled away from the kiss and looked up into his dark eyes, "I'm not afraid of you," you spoke up, "I'm scared of what you can do."

Kylo collected your wetness on his digits and spread it down your folds and outside of your tight entrance, teasingly stroking it. "What if I can make you feel good, hm? Would you be scared then?"

You shook your head, "No.. I want this."

He raised an eyebrow, "You do?"

His index finger poked at your tight entrance again.

This time you nodded with pursed lips, "I do."

Kylo moved his index finger from you and gripped his large and pulsating dick at the base, slowly pumping it up and down as he lined himself up to your cunt. He slowly pushed himself inside and you gasped at the intense burning and tingling sensation that crawled up your walls. 

You glanced down and noticed he wasn't all the way in yet, and your chest began to heave.

He won't be able to fit all the way...

"Have faith in me, wife." Kylo grunted, thrusting deeper into you.

Your jaw hung open as you took the rest of him inside of you, your walls only just stretching to fit around him but as he continued gliding in and out of you, the intense burning and stretching sensation eventually dissipated and was replaced by an unexplainable pleasure. The thought of being filled up by a strong and dominant man only added to your wetness; such a thought you'd detest had you been told this would be your reality six months earlier. 

Kylo's grunts and moans were both low and guttural. You had heard him go into a blind rage and shout at the top of his lungs when he lost control, but this was something else; this was the sound of satisfaction and pleasure coming from a man who was incredibly hard to please with impossibly high standards.

"You feel so good," you managed to moan, unable to hold them back any longer. 

Your husband's mop of black, messy hair began to fall in his face and eyes, sticking to his forehead, covered in beads of sweat. Gently, you reached out and pushed his hair out of his face before losing your fingers in his hair at the back of his neck, keeping hold of him but not tugging on his hair too hard.

He looked up into your eyes, the scar on his face a little less obvious from the flushing of his skin, and a look of deep personal possessiveness stared back at you, mixed with an overwhelming amount of desire, even love. 

Kylo's hands lifted your legs to his hips and he bent them slightly, pressing them towards you at the knee as he began to fuck into you deeper with faster thrusts. 

Taking you all for himself was a proud moment for Kylo, he had destroyed planets, wiping out generations and controlling the masses through fear, but claiming you? That was something entirely different that made him feel more powerful than he'd ever felt in his entire life.  

Your walls managed to adjust to his size and clamped around him, your tightness squeezing at his length from all angles. Being this exposed and vulnerable to someone so dangerous who was also (whether he'd actually admit it) equally vulnerable and exposed in this moment, made the last lingering parts of your hatred for him wither away at a rate you couldn't control. 

"Imagine," Kylo grunted, "feeling this good, every night for the rest of your life rather than remaining a spinster."

Your grip tightened on his hair, pulling on it as a light moan slipped from your lips making Kylo pick up his speed, his nails digging into the tops of your knees. The droplets of sweat began to run down his neck and down his chest and a deep pressure started to build inside of you, something you had never felt before. 

Your walls tightened more around him and you could feel the switching of his dick against your tender walls, the pressure grew and grew, hardening. All you knew was that whatever your husband was doing, you didn't want it to stop. 

You wanted him to "Keep going," you pleaded, "d-don't stop."

Your husband growled in relief and buried his face into your neck, his nose poking into your pulse point and his sharp teeth biting your skin, refusing to slow down or stop the mounting pressure inside of you reached its peak and all you could feel was a strong relief coupled with a knee shaking pleasure you couldn't control. 

Your warm orgasm soaked down Kylo's dick, pooling around the base, allowing him to keep gliding in and out without friction, helping him reach his orgasm. 

"That's it," he growled into you, his voice vibrating against your neck.