Kyxo-Rxn

bonus: “I feel it too.”

Some Kylo Ren and Rey icons

      (  original graphic via  negankylo !  )

#lumberjack / outdoorsman who you hire (sight unseen) to fix up your decrepit house#inherited it from ur grandparents but they’ve passed away#he clears away all the debris and shoots you little smiles when you try and talk to him#quiet but reassuring#eventually fucks you in your kitchen during a thunderstorm

flip zimmerman turns out to be pretty good with his hands.

Request: “any chance i (and everyone too) can be blessed with some angry, jealous sex with kylo??”

Pairing: Kylo Ren x Reader

Word Count: 3.3k

Warnings: SMUT!

There was nothing more frustrating than seeing your smiling face accompanied by a flash of ginger hair. Nothing more infuriating than hearing your laugh, followed by that obnoxious, tight tone he lightened only in favour of you. With a sharp frown weighing on his brow, Kylo watched in agony as you once again dismissed his presence in favour of sharing a joke with Hux, your usually serious expression so airy and effortless as you conversed with him. Kylo didn’t know whether he wanted to stab Hux or you, didn’t know where the true anger lay. He knew the betrayal he felt was all you though, all you with your ceaseless heavenly smile, given free of charge to the man he so deeply hated.

To him, Hux was a perfect representation of everything he hated about the First Order. You were everything he loved about it. Hux was the official side; the endless droning of orders in his ear, the emotionless duty that was expected of him. You were freedom; a hired mercenary that did the dirty work with the grace of a lightsaber and the force of a Mandalorian rifle. You were empathy, sincerity, the only thinking, feeling human in a sea of pitiless drones. You understood mistakes, and most importantly, you understood him. Or at least he thought you did, because you should know that talking with Hux in such a close vicinity to himself was not a good move.

“Tense, Ren?” The General’s sneer tended to echo across the room.

You stood beside him with your arms crossed, seeming a lot more like a contender than a comrade. With your dark clothes, so practical, yet your pants seemed to hug your curves as perfectly as your skin-tight top, adorned with enough latches and holsters to put the Resistance’s entire arsenal to shame.

“No tenser than your jaw, Hux.” Kylo mocked in return, Hux’s face slackening.

“You seem on edge. May I ask why?” Hux retorted, trying to catch the Commander off guard. He was a perceptive fellow, and even then, it would take a blind man to neglect to acknowledge the way Kylo drifted towards you like a planet thrown off axis.

Kylo opened his mouth to respond, but your voice drifted in more gently than he could have ever managed. “We’re all tired, Hux.” The blasters strapped into the sides of your thighs seemed to weigh more heavily, providing validation to your statement. “I think it’s time to nod off.” You gave him a weary smile, laying a light hand on his crossed arms. Hux visibly relaxed at your touch, nodding at you as if in a trance. Kylo wished he could tie your hands up behind your back.

“That’s the best idea you’ve had all day.” He teased.

A scoff left your mouth. “All my ideas are the best.”

“I fail to appreciate the greatness of swerving our ship into that asteroid field.”

“An asteroid field that sheltered us from those Resistance pilots!” You poked his chest, earning a hearty chuckle from Hux, and a subsequent grunt from Kylo. The both of you turned to the brooding Commander.

“Sorry,” you tutted, “we’re keeping you up past your bedtime, aren’t we?”

Kylo would’ve let that one slide, if only Hux hadn’t started hiding his smug mug behind his pale hand as he began to laugh.

“May I talk to you, (Y/n)?” His tone was polite, but the words were said through gritted teeth. Your eyes squeezed shut for a second, preparing your lethargic body to go through yet another beating, this time Kylo’s verbal reproval. With a half-hearted “yes” Kylo was pulling you into a separate room of the travel ship, dusty and cluttered with boxes of various supplies you had been importing from your recent travels.

For a couple moments after the door slid closed, he simply stood, looking down at you. The silence was unbearable, but you kept your mouth shut, keeping a steady stare as Kylo’s eyes flittered from yours down to your crossed arms.

“Who’s tense now?” Purposeful steps towards you rendered you against a crate. A rumbling chuckle reverberated from his lips into your chest.

“There’s nothing to be tense about, apart from the way your hand hovers over that lightsaber.” You noted firmly, drawing your lips into a tight line.

“The only person I’d aim to maim with this is the man you can’t get enough of.” He huffed. “I’d be freeing up a lot of your time by doing so.”

“So I spend a lot of time with Hux, so what?”

“Spending your time with assholes is not just a so what.” Kylo mockingly accentuated the words with air quotations.

“I spend a lot of time with you, so yeah. I guess you’re right about that.”

“You’re so immature.” He spat.

“You’re the one who pulled me into the storage unit just to shout!”

“I’m not shouting!” He shouted.

You released a taught breath, pinching the bridge of your nose. “I’m tired Kylo. Just tell me why you’re upset and we’ll call it a day.” You replied, biting down on your tongue.

“You think I’m upset?” He scoffed, running a hand down his face. “I’m fucking furious (Y/n).”

“Because I’m polite to a guy you hate. Yeah, I’m terrible.”

“Polite is putting it mildly.”

“And how would you put it, hm?”

“You want to fuck him.” Kylo said blatantly, finding no pleasure in saying so. “You flirt with him, every chance you get.”

“So what if I do?” You growled back, the hefty feeling of your guns reminding you once again not only how tired you were, but how capable despite it. “What’s your point?”

Kylo shook his head, his dark hair falling in waves as he did so. His new scar seemed to glimmer in the dim lighting of this sector of the ship, his eyes glinting something even darker. A primordial thing lurked there, in the murky depths of his soul, something that hungered for something you couldn’t quite place.

“My point is,” he articulated each syllable with purpose, his full lips rounding and curving to each delicious sound. “Hux can’t have you.” His body heat had begun to seep into yours, and it was only then that you realised how close he had lent into you. He craned his neck low to speak to you, but that wasn’t enough still, as his knee had begun to bend and press into your thigh.

You swallowed, mentally taking note of how good he smelt. Did Kylo Ren really bother to put on cologne? The thought almost baffled you as much as the desire burning in his soft brown eyes. “I can have whoever I want.”

“Why do you want him?” Kylo asked, his voice a lot huskier than a moment ago.

A moment passed. “I don’t.”

The answer stroked a part of Kylo that he didn’t even know he had; somewhere between pride and arousal, intertwining so intimately at the sheer idea that the one he adored did not long for another, as he had believed.

“You want me.” The statement came off as more of a question, the uncertainty in his voice highlighting his fatal flaw. The flaw that you had daydreamed about mending with kisses and kindness, things that did not come easily from a seasoned killer, but would just for him.

“You’re scared.” The same words the scavenger had said to him, but this time they weren’t accusing, not demeaning in the slightest. They were soft, and understanding. “You’re not Hux. You never will be anything like him, or any other man for that matter.”

“Don’t torture me.” He begged. He wanted to run, the incoming rejection to be a harsh blow to his ego like a damn sucker punch. But he wanted to feel your heartbeat under his fingertips, feel your plush lips on his.

“You’re you.” You whispered, getting impossibly close to him, resting your hands on his chest. “You’re my Kylo.” You could feel the sporadic beating underneath, similar to the way your blasters jammed when they overheated. “I want you.”

“Me.” The words felt foreign on Kylo’s tongue. “Me.” He repeated, this time with more surety. Then he pressed a hand to your throat, latching his fingers ever so gently into the soft flesh of your neck.

“Subtly is certainly not your forte.” You cooed, your sly smile infectious as it spread to Kylo’s face. He didn’t want to succumb to the utter delight bubbling in his stomach, but he just had to smile at the sweet expression on your face. Acceptance; it was the acceptance that this was him, and that you wanted that.

“I’ve wanted you since the day you waltzed into my life with your smoking blasters.” He chimed, rubbing his thumb up and down while his lips traced your jawline with featherlight pecks.

“You mean to say I’m nothing without my blasters?” You teased. Kylo ran his free hand along the holsters upon your thighs, then squeezing with those large hands you’d sin for.

“What about,” he paused to lay a wet kiss to your cheek, “nothing but the blasters?”

An elated giggle bubbled its way up your throat. “You sick b-“ your words dissolved into Kylo’s mouth as he finally kissed you, one hand wrapped around your throat while the other slipped behind your back, bringing you closer. You were a ragdoll in his strong arms, your entire being at mercy to his will.

When you parted, Kylo was breathless, his chest heaving with restraint.

“You’re holding back.” You realised.

“I’m afraid I’ll hurt you if I don’t.” He admitted sheepishly.

With a shake of your head you were tracing his lips, their plumpness parting so easily for you. “The only person I’d want to be hurt by is you.”

“That get you on?” He quirked a brow, his rare laid-back attitude shining through with his taunting.

In response, you pushed your thigh flush against his bulge, the nozzle of your blaster causing him to shiver. “Dangerous things can be thrilling.” You purred, standing onto your tip toes as your hot breath fanned his ear. “And I can think of nothing more dangerous than you and I.”

With that, you had flipped a switch. Kylo’s grip flew to your hips, holding you as you squirmed against his hot erection being thrusted against your heat. His teeth attacked your bottom lip, nipping and eliciting satisfied moans and sighs. With each action you were turning to putty in his hands, Kylo feeling both aroused and delighted by how easily you were coming undone beneath him.

It was your turn to make him moan when he lowered you both to the floor, your thighs parting as you slid into a straddling position. Those thighs, fuck, those thighs, Kylo couldn’t keep his hands off them. Each squeeze was paired with a roll of your hips, and a string of curse words came flowing off the tip of his tongue like a chorus of beautiful confessions.

“Fuck, babe.” He groaned, hands kneading your flesh.

“Babe?” You teased, leaning your face into his, your hair ticking his neck. “I’m your babe?”

Kylo made a noise of approval, his face growing more flushed by the minute. “You’re my everything.”

Now it was your turn to blush as you took in his words, trying to distract yourself from his sentimentalism by pulling his clothes off. Kylo attempted to hide how baffled your hastiness rendered him, but the adorably excited smile plastered on his face somewhat gave it away. He soon became impetuous himself, his hands grabbing at your dark clothing, rough as his calloused hands drifted across your skin. Somehow you both managed to rid yourselves of the unneeded layers without much difficulty, apart from when you came to Kylo’s belt.

In your impatience, you pulled on his belt, his lightsaber tumbling from its holster, rolling onto the floor while managing to ignite. Luckily, the red flickering blade avoided impaling either of you, safely humming a little way apart from you. Kylo shook his head, a look between bewilderment and appreciation coating his features heavily as he looked up at you, his hands fingering at the lace on your bra.

Neither of you realised how loud the ignition had been until Hux came crashing through the door, worried about your wellbeing after seeing an angered Kylo Ren and later hearing the weapon unsheathe.

“Blast it!” Hux cursed, grimacing at the sight. “You two- keep it down.” He stuttered out like a boy who’d just caught his parents in the act, although you had not carried it out yet. With a disgruntled huff Hux left the room, mumbling something about that stupid lightsaber.

Meanwhile, Kylo had not taken his hands off you; he began slowly rubbing circles through your bra, his hips bucking up every now and then. He seemed totally unfazed, possibly even more turned on from the intrusion. Now he knew that Hux understood where he stood, and more importantly, where you sat. Which was on his now painfully hard cock.

You giggled, falling against his chest as he gave a frustrated groan, his hands desperately pulling you closer to his body. Pressing hard kisses to your shoulder and collarbones, his heavy breaths brought goose bumps to your skin.

“Don’t make me beg.” He panted, his brows knitted in a frown, accompanied with a pout. You sunk your hips down, kissing the pout off his lips before unclipping your bra. You leant back on Kylo’s thighs, pulling down his pants until his throbbing cock sprung against his stomach, trickling with precum.

The view was impeccable, Kylo’s flustered face falling in complete pleasure as you ran your thumb along the slit of his cock teasingly. With a sultry hum, you kneeled above him, pulling your panties off. Once naked, Kylo explored your body with his battle-hardened hands, palming your breasts and running his fingers across your heat.

“Angel.” He uttered, more to himself than you. You were an image of eroticism, hovering above him with your heavily lidded eyes, lips bruised from his kisses. “Who do you belong to?”

“You.” The response tumbled from your lips without a second thought. “You, hmph Kylo.” Your head fell back as you sunk onto his thick cock, feeling him slowly fill you to the hilt.

“That’s right.” He rewarded your loyalty with a slap to the ass, followed by a whole lot of squeezes, your entire body already tingling from his touch.

Kylo shifted, bringing his knees up to thrust his hips up roughly, giving you no time to adjust. With one hand flicking your nipples and the other grasping your waist, he bounced you on top of him, his strength effortlessly handling your weight. Your uninhibited whimpers and moans spurred him on, his pace fastening until he decided to flip you, missing the amazing view of your tits bouncing but switching it out for a deeper angle into you.

Pushing one of your legs up, Kylo bit and nipped at your calf, pounding into you at such a deep angle that you thought it might split you in half. Your entire being felt liberated, undergoing so much pleasure that you struggled to keep a grip on reality. The pain of Kylo’s hips slamming into yours only added to the pleasure, simmering into a stifling heat that left you breathless.

“You’re so gorgeous.” He groaned, leaning down to bite at your tits. If you didn’t know better, you would’ve guessed that he was trying to mark your entire body. His teeth wandered your body, leaving red and purple marks across your neck and chest, even on the edge of your jaw as he bit down hard. You cried out, Kylo pressing soft kisses and licks in silent apology. Your hands also had their own adventures, scratching down his broad back, digging into his shoulders, until they finally settled in his hair. You loved the way he’d whimper pathetically whenever you tugged hard enough, his delicious sounds intermingling with yours perfectly.

The hard floor dug into your shoulder blades, your back arching off the cold metal in utter longing for Kylo’s warmth, his large body floating over yours. He was trying so damn hard not to crush you, so rough yet still considerate of your smaller frame. It left his body arching over yours, dick burying itself into your hole with quick thrusts. Soon, you felt your walls trembling, spasming around him. With a cry, you were orgasming, and it didn’t take Kylo long to follow through with his own.

Today was not only the day you felt Kylo’s incredible girth, but also his amazingly gentle aftercare. With lingering kisses, he lay fleeting touches to each afflicted area, a sorry pout on his face. His lips grazed the soft flesh of your thighs, his tongue darting out to lick up his own seed once it met your sensitive core. You flinched and shook under his tongue, until you were all clean and he was murmuring sweet nothings into the skin of your breasts. Tender kisses were laid on top of all the marks he made, until his lips met yours, and he was sighing beautiful things into your mouth.

“My sweet killer.” He said. “Please be gentle with my heart.”

“Only if you’re careful with mine.” You whispered back, cradling his head as he nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck.

“Are you sure this is what you want?” He asked, looking up to you. Naked and vulnerable, you thought it a blessing that you could see him like this.

Massaging the sudden stiffness from his shoulders, you placed a bashful kiss on his nose. “You’re so tense.”

“With good reason. I’m yours.”

The sincere answer made you laugh, the sound weak since you were now very tired. “I promise I’ll take care of you, Kylo.”

He nodded, although sadly. “Many have promised that to me.”

“But none of them were me.”

He considered this with a growing smile. “None of them were you.” He echoed, content with that. “I promise it too, I swear to care for you. I’d kill anyone who hurt you.”

“There’s already a long list of people who have. You sure you’re up to the task?”

“If you put Hux on that list, I’ll gladly take them all on personally.”

You smiled at the way Kylo mindlessly traced shapes into your skin. “Okay.”

“Really?” He beamed like it was Christmas.

“Mhmm.” You hummed. “But not right now.”

Kylo nodded, pulling himself up. He took your tired, naked body in his arms, and laid you down in his bed. Then he clambered in, the clumsy giant, and beckoned you to sleep on his chest. Your legs easily slipped in between his, head atop his chest and listening to his now steady heartbeat.

“See you tomorrow, babe.” He huskily promised, his voice laced with sleep.

A completed request in response to this ask

Summary: That goddamned tyrant with the temper of child keeps breaking your shit and you’re damned well tired of it. Too bad said tyrant is huge, cruel, and aggressive. So yeah, maybe yelling at him wasn’t the best idea.

Word Count: 5.0k

Warnings: Oh god, this is terrible. Noncon/rape elements, bloodplay, RC gets beat the fuck up, major violence. And some gross sex with lots of bodily fluids.

Pairing: Kylo Ren x Female!Reader

A/N: Okay I need to go lay down and pray for a while. Please enjoy.

Three short sexual encounters with the three versions of our favorite man: Kylo Ren, Ben Solo and Matt the Radar Technician

A/N: Wrote this during finals week. You’re welcome. 

Warnings: (NSFW, extreme sexual language, slight bondage, spankings)

Kylo Ren

Preface: Kylo is aggressive and constantly craves being in control of the environment around him. These traits surface greatly during sex with him.

           “I don’t think you want this,” Kylo growls out, dragging the full length of his member along the sopping slit of your pussy. You’re bounded with torn leather straps to the metal structure of his bed, a mewling mess of sweat and longing. You yelp with tears of frustration in your eyes when he slaps at the hood of your clit with the angry red tip of his cock. “I don’t even think you deserve this fucking I was going to give you.” As he begins to walk away, you find your voice, desperate for him to be inside you pounding away, so you plea wholeheartedly.

           “Commander, no! I do, I do want it,” you cry out straining against the ties around you wrists and ankles. Surely he wouldn’t leave you here spread open and ready to be used as he pleased. And it doesn’t seem like he is as he turns back to grab your face roughly in his gloved palm, digging his thumb and index finger into your cheeks. “You want what, princess?” Kylo asks, his dark eyes size you up, your flushed face and pebbling nipples he sucked on earlier. “Tell me how I like it.

           You moisten your dried lips with a pink tongue before giving in, “I want the commander to ravage my tiny pink cunt. I don’t want to walk after! I want him to come all ov-”

           Your mind can barely compute that Kylo Ren has ripped off the straps of leather before he is turning you on your side, his still clothed chest against tucked to your back. He rocks his cock into you, gripping the softness of your thigh as he holds it up to get the best access to your dripping hole. The mixture of your moans and his snarls, the rapid slapping sound of skin make your fucking all the more animalistic. You love every single minute of it.

           From a mirror he has placed in the corner of his room, you can see your tits bouncing and the slickness in which his penis is entering and exiting you. You watch as one corded arm comes around to pinch at your sensitive nipples and the other to rub shamelessly at your clit. Kylo’s breath is scalding on your ear as he demands to know whose pussy is this.

You respond gladly, “Yours commander, this pussy is yours!”

He delivers a slap to your clit with his fingers making you scream, “Say my name!”

“Kylo Ren! This pussy belongs to Kylo Ren,” you scream as your vision erupts into a collection of colors. Your body is left to hum in satisfaction as Kylo comes down from his own high, lazily bucks inside of you a few more times, spreading his seed into every crevice. When he lifts his head above yours and asks in a panted breath, “Whose just came inside of you?”

Your blush prettily, but answer back, “My commander, Kylo Ren did.”

Ben Solo

Preface: Ben Solo, is an adventurous being. Along with an unlimited supply of cockiness from being the only child of the great general Organa, he has a tendency to be ready to fuck anywhere.

“Ben, we’re gonna get caught.”

           It was a whimpered statement, strained and said in your huskiest of tones. But you couldn’t help it when you were sitting legs open, pussy completely exposed, with two of your boyfriend’s thick fingers thrusting inside you. He chuckled lightly in your ear as you moved your hips forward when he retracted his wet digits slightly. “We could,” Ben agreed amused, “but maybe not. There isn’t another meeting till tomorrow anyway.” You groaned as he pulled out his fingers completely, watching over your shoulder as he sucked them into his mouth, his large lips circling them.

           Currently the two of you were in an empty briefing room on the west wing of the resistance base. Ben Solo sat in the general’s large chair with you in his warm lap, your pants ripped off and panties pushed to the side as you straddled his muscular thighs while facing the door that could open any minute.

           He stroked your blushing face sweetly, “but I don’t think you really care anyway. Do you?” Your face turned a deeper red but you didn’t try to deny how turned on you were; no you most certainly did not care. Ben and you had fucked in more dangerous and public places before after all. When Ben gestured for you to stand you did, following his lead as he pulled you into his arms and gently groped your bottom. “How about you suck my cock like a good slut,” he said pulling away with a smirking and returned to a sitting position in the chair. You kneeled obediently, loving the way he sometimes dirty talked you. Before you unbuckled his pants, you took the time to unbutton your silky top, sensually revealing your breasts. You smiled to yourself when you heard him moan at just the sight of them and their hardened tips.

           Once his cock was in your soft hands, throbbing and hard you began firm strokes, giving special attention to the head the way he enjoyed it most. When he reached forward and buried a large hand into your locks you knew immediately he’d gotten impatient and wanted to be inside the moist heat of your mouth.  In seconds you were a mess of tears and saliva, letting Ben’s dick fuck your mouth while you gazed up at him with watery eyes. You stuck out your tongue, allowing him to slap its head against it. Afterwards you rewarded the member with slurping kisses before taking it back inside your mouth.  Ben stopped soon after, desperately lifting you upon a table covered in papers and strategy reports, placing you on your back.

           Ben descended onto you, crushing you to him with your sensitive breasts squished against his brawny chest. You locked your legs around his lithe waist as he impaled your pussy, making you both cry out together. Ben’s pace was quick but powered with confident strokes that had you breathless; you could only pant and hold on as he split you open on his dick beneath him.

Ben nuzzled his face into the side of your neck, sometimes biting or lapping at the salty skin there. He rose once again to grab your hips roughly and use his thump to circle your clit in encouragement to hurry your pleasure. You couldn’t help but bring him down into your embrace for a sloppy kiss, completely memorized by his huge frame hanging over you.

When your climax hit, it was a white hot fire of a feeling. Ben’s was not too far behind as his jerks fell out of style in the last seconds before coming. With his eyes closed and the rest of his senses tuned into the sensation of pure ecstasy, Ben did not have time to hear the approaching footsteps, or your quiet warnings. It was only when the releasing pressure of the automatic sliding door sounded that Ben looked up in horror to see his father, Han, speed walking out the room, yelling “Damnit, Benjamin!”  

Matt the Radar Technician

Preface: Matt is a new employee who knows he’s bad at his job. But is also very aware of how skilled his is with his hands (and mouth) in other areas. The blond makes sure to use these advantages to the best of his abilities.

           Bent over the half-finished panel installation you were working on, you couldn’t help the strained mewl that bubbled out of your mouth. The talented tongue in your cunt had swirled around in just the right spot; you hadn’t been able to stop the sound from leaving. Instantly, the tiny outburst earned you a sharp pain across your bare ass cheek. You swallowed a cry as Matt pulled his face from between your legs his hand still raised from the spanking, “don’t make a sound, beautiful. You just keep working on that installation, and I’ll keep working on this wet pussy.” You nodded, desperate for him to keep going, as was the deal. Matt your awkward and inept co-worker had somehow found out what a sexual deviant you were. How, you had no idea. But an encounter with him at night on the lower decks of the finalizer had told you everything you needed to know.

           Matt had discovered how willing you were for a dick or finger to pump you to completion that he had jumped at the chance to make a deal with you. He had promised the most incredible head, as long as you would do all his work for him, allowing the blond to keep his job.   It was an offer your needy body couldn’t refuse.

           At that moment Matt released a humming sound as his plump lips closed around your clit and you fought not to make a peep like he had ordered of you. Your fingers trembling as you tried to hold onto the screw driver you were using as he started to lap at the full length of your slit, from top to bottom, all the while massaging you tender rear end. Oh you wished he would just sink that fat cock you knew he had into your pulsing little hole. When Matt slide the first inch of a finger inside you, again you disobeyed, squeaking in reaction to the cold sensation. Unfortunately, you had also dropped the panel, which landed with a clang. This time he delivered a spanking to both sides in punishment before standing up and pressing his chest onto your bent form.

“What did I tell you?” He whispers as his hands reached for the roundness of your tits, poking against your shirt. “You said to be quiet and finish the panel, and you’d let me come,” you whisper back, mouth open in pleasure as he tugs on your nipples.

“Exactly, you’re failing to do even that,” Matt complains while pushing the outlining of his cock against your ass. “Now that I’ve tasted this hot pink cunt, I wanna fuck it to. But now until you finish my work for me, remember that was our deal?” You nodded again as he kissed you hotly with his tongue invading your mouth, leaving the taste of your own juices. When he goes back to work on the glistening folds between your thighs, you set back to working on the tech with shaky fingers. In fifteen minutes you successfully get the job done and Matt takes instant notice

“Good girl,” he purrs in praise, “now we can get to the real fun.” He finishes by standing up and keeping you bent over. In seconds he’s balls deep with a tight hold on your hair in one sweaty palm. “Yes, your even tighter than I thought,” Matt growls. He ruts into you like a boy during his third or fourth time, slightly experienced but in need of a few pointers. And while they’re decent, you know your pussy is craving a certain skilled roughness.

           You crane your head back and let your body thrust back into him; enjoying the stinging of the slaps he continues giving your ass. But it’s not enough and you groan out, “Let me ride you.”  In moment’s you’re on top as he lies on the floor, stretching your clenching hole around the large size of his manhood. He reaches up with large wiry fingers to cup your tits as they bounce roughly with your fucking.

           “Don’t be quiet anymore, show me how much of a needy little bitch you are,” he demands and you throw your head back, releasing all the pent of moans you had. You vagina is spasming and leaking fluid all the way down his balls and you’re so close, but not just there yet. Matt sees the struggle and grips you before standing up. His strong form is able to bounce your whole frame onto his aching dick. Your force in unison with his brings about a tidal wave of pleasure and you are pushed off the edge and soon so is he.

Heres all the stuff I’ve done! Various taggings and trigger warnings for each work are listed on the actual work. Enjoy! (it’s just a baby masterlist now, I’m hoping that by starting it early and extending it as I write more will give me the lowest possible amount of maintenance required in the future)

Full Fics

Love Bites Part I (NSFW) x

One Shots

Something the Matter? (NSFW) x

Don’t Let the Assholes Get You Down (NSFW) x

Luxury (ficlet- NSFW) x

Drabbles

Vamp!Kylo Period stuff (NSFW) 

The DaddyKink Drabble (NSFW) 

A Dangerous Thing 

Incentive (NSFW) 

Daddy Knows Best 

Other Masterlists

Well I do now![Reader-inserst are DFAB, but gender neutral unless marked otherwise]Dark = please heed tags. ‘Dead Dove: Do Not Eat’ territory.

STAR WARS

-Good Enough [Gen]Kylo Ren/Fat!Reader (Cuddling, Kissing, Fluff)Commissioned by magnusdear

-Stumble Through Heaven [Explicit]Kylo Ren/Fat!Cisfem!Reader (Body Worship, Cunnilingus, Tit fucking, multiple orgasms]Commissioned by kylorengarbagedump

-How Not to Hunt Ghosts [Explicit]Triplet!Kylo/Reader (Watersports, Wetting, Fingering, mild exhibitionism)

-Predatory Marks [Explicit]Kylo Ren/Werewolf!Rey (Dark, Masturbation)

-Almost Arranged [Explicit]Triplet!Ben/Cisfem!Reader (A/b/o, Alpha!Ben, Omega!Reader, Marking)Commissioned by faestae

-Three Times Kylo Helped You Get To Sleep [Explicit]Kylo Ren/Reader (insomnia)

-Wet [Explicit]Kylo Ren/Reader (Watersports, Wetting, Blowjob)

-Sweet Release [Explicit]Kylo Ren/Reader (DARK, Assisted Suicide, Lightsaber insertion, blowjob, Virgin!Kylo)

-On Display [Explicit]Kylo Ren/Reader (Exhibitionism)

-Nap Time [Gen]Kylo Ren/Getting some fucking sleep

-Control [Explicit]Kylo Ren/Reader (DARK, Dubcon/Noncon, Fingering)

-Shadow You Know [Explicit]Monster!Kylo Ren/General Hux (Teratophilia)

-Mirror Image [Explicit]Kylo Ren/Matt the Radar Technician (Body Worship, Bottom!Kylo)

-Infraction [Explicit]Kylo Ren/Reader (Dubcon, Lightsaber Insertion, Blowjob)

OVERWATCH

-Interrogation [Mature]Gabriel Reyes/Reader (Dark, Torture Porn)

PHANTOM OF THE OPERA

-Three Little Words [Teen][Old]Erik/Christine (Soulmate AU)

MABINOGI

-In The Night [Explicit][Old]Cichol/Player

ACHIEVEMENT HUNTER

-Wall [Explicit][Old]Ryan Haywood/Reader

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Rey slowly walked to the table, resting her hands on his teacher’s broad shoulders. Ren realized her presence - he already knew those little fingertips very well - and without turning his face, he said:

Pale x Reader Insert 

(also can be read as Modern!Kylo Au)

Summary: New York, 1987. The air was filled with smog and the streets were ridden with crime. Just another day in paradise. Your quiet life turns upside down when a striking man moves in across from you. You’re falling, fast, into a love that could never, ever, happen…or could it? 

Warnings: N*SFW, language, drug use

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

New York, 1987. The air was filled with smog and the streets were ridden with crime. Just another day in paradise. Your quiet life turns upside down when a striking man moves in across from you. You’re falling, fast, into a love that could never, ever, happen…or could it?

(Possible minor character spoilers for Pale from Burn This !)

Word Count: 5500

Warnings: N*FW (language, smut)

Chapter 1: Introductions

It was raining again.

You sighed. Working the night shift sucked, but it was good money and you needed it. The diner was empty save for you, the owner-slash-cook Fishel, and a couple drunk big-rig drivers passed out in their booths.

One of them forgot to put out their cigarette, not that it mattered much – the air was just as hazy inside the diner as it was outside.

Outside was pouring rain, making funny sounds on the roof of the building, if you could even call it that. It was all chrome, one long strip of metal that had a couple booths, a table or two, and a bar. The rain shone red and blue when it passed the neon lights on its way to the gutter. This place was exactly forty years old and it felt it.