"Kylo's morning wood" is the best first thought after waking up XD

Ain’t it? I wish it was my first thought and my first word and my first taste.

i—- i- kylo ren giving rc an abortion,,,,,,, with the light saber,,..,.., sho uld not,,, be attractive.,,., but i’m drooling (don’t ask me about logistics i plead plausible deniability)

Why would you send me something this deliciously depraved before I go to bed… I mean… Maybe not what you’re picturing, but I imagine Kylo Ren finds out somehow–maybe he sense some other life signature within you, maybe you realize you’ve missed your cycle, maybe you get tested on a whim and end up telling him.

Either way, he’s not fucking happy. The conversation isn’t so much shared words as it is you standing before him, a wall of looming black furor, your hànds trembling and breath short as you try to force it out.

“I…” Your throat is so thick with anxiety that the words catch before they can touch your tongue.

“Say it.” His voice soft, deadly, a dagger at your spine.

“I…” Breath quakes in and out of your lungs. You swallow your fear. “Yes. I’m pregnant–”

Before you can finish, he snatches your throat, tossing you like a corpse against the nearest vertical surface. You croak, grasp at his wrist, shake your head. His grip is tight, the pressure on your pulse pounding in your temples; all air clogs in your chest, your eyes thumping from the strain. And Kylo is shuddering as he holds you, eyes red with a fear so desperate and intense it dizzies you more than the hold on your neck. It’s strangling him, you can tell–his absolute terror, writhing in the swelling, hot pit of his rage.

“No.”

You tap his wrist again, nodding. “Yes,” you squeak.

Kylo’s lip twitches, and his fingers dig into your flesh. In the ring of your fuzzing vision, you see him grapple with his lightsaber, the weapon shaking with the tremors of his hand. You toss your head best you can, wheeze against him, squirm in protest. No, no, no, you’ll go to the medbay, you’ll have it removed not like this, not–

He pulls back–slicing star pain rips through you as his saber shreds your abdomen, the blade bursting from your belly like a crimson rod of fire. He’s been precise–it’s not deep enough to kill you, and it’s exactly where your uterus would be. The relief in his eyes is palpable, floods him like a tide, his chest heaving as he, perhaps, feels the doomed potential of your child burn and die.

Whimpering, you shake with agony, and he kills the weapon before tossing it to the side and gathering you in a strange, stilted hug. Your brain is spinning, stalled in shock, your body feels as if your skin will slough from your bones.

“Thank you,” he murmurs into your hairline, and lets you go.

i—- i- kylo ren giving rc an abortion,,,,,,, with the light saber,,..,.., sho uld not,,, be attractive.,,., but i’m drooling (don’t ask me about logistics i plead plausible deniability)

Why would you send me something this deliciously depraved before I go to bed... I mean... Maybe not what you're picturing, but I imagine Kylo Ren finds out somehow--maybe he sense some other life signature within you, maybe you realize you've missed your cycle, maybe you get tested on a whim and end up telling him.

Either way, he's not fucking happy. The conversation isn't so much shared words as it is you standing before him, a wall of looming black furor, your hànds trembling and breath short as you try to force it out.

"I..." Your throat is so thick with anxiety that the words catch before they can touch your tongue.

"Say it." His voice soft, deadly, a dagger at your spine.

"I..." Breath quakes in and out of your lungs. You swallow your fear. "Yes. I'm pregnant--"

Before you can finish, he snatches your throat, tossing you like a corpse against the nearest vertical surface. You croak, grasp at his wrist, shake your head. His grip is tight, the pressure on your pulse pounding in your temples; all air clogs in your chest, your eyes thumping from the strain. And Kylo is shuddering as he holds you, eyes red with a fear so desperate and intense it dizzies you more than the hold on your neck. It's strangling him, you can tell--his absolute terror, writhing in the swelling, hot pit of his rage.

"No."

You tap his wrist again, nodding. "Yes," you squeak.

Kylo's lip twitches, and his fingers dig into your flesh. In the ring of your fuzzing vision, you see him grapple with his lightsaber, the weapon shaking with the tremors of his hand. You toss your head best you can, wheeze against him, squirm in protest. No, no, no, you'll go to the medbay, you'll have it removed not like this, not--

He pulls back--slicing star pain rips through you as his saber shreds your abdomen, the blade bursting from your belly like a crimson rod of fire. He's been precise--it's not deep enough to kill you, and it's exactly where your uterus would be. The relief in his eyes is palpable, floods him like a tide, his chest heaving as he, perhaps, feels the doomed potential of your child burn and die.

Whimpering, you shake with agony, and he kills the weapon before tossing it to the side and gathering you in a strange, stilted hug. Your brain is spinning, stalled in shock, your body feels as if your skin will slough from your bones.

"Thank you," he murmurs into your hairline, and lets you go.

i would kill to wake up kylo the day after a mission by sucking his soul out through his morning wood, let him pull my head up and say “open” so he can watch his cum cover my face and tounge before fucking me in the shower. i’ll watch him get dressed while i lay in bed, still naked and dripping with his cum. “you’re better than coffee when it comes to starting my day” he’ll say and kiss me goodbye :’)

YES????? FUCK

ok but maybe also Kylo growling, telling you to not even dare think about touching yourself while he’s out??