I Love This

I love this ❤❤

idk if this is too specific so sorry if it is but recently I've just been feeling like a burden to everyone I know and could use some comfort via fictional characters about it lmao, if it isn't too much to ask could you do something with flip comforting the reader that feels this way? sorry if its weird okaybye

A/N: Of course sweet anon! It’s not weird at all, I know the feeling! Hope this piece serves as a little pick-me-up!

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Summary: Flip’s girl is feeling down.

WARNINGS: just more soft Flip.

You couldn’t think of a worst time for the feeling to strike, but here you were staring at the floor, pretending to listen to the conversation around you. 

To be totally honest, you knew you weren’t in the right mindset for this gathering before you even left the house, you had only been seeing Flip for a couple of months but he always asks so little of you, and he does so much for you. So when he mentioned one of the guys from the station was hosting a barbeque and drinks, and that some girlfriends and wives were tagging along, you felt you had to be there for him.

You tried your hardest to play the part, even though you didn’t recognise many faces. You pushed a smile to your face as often as you could remember to, and you nodded along politely to anyone who reached out to try to make small talk with you, but you just couldn’t pick it up. 

After your third pity conversation failed, with a wife who probably only started talking to you because she noticed you standing alone and felt bad for you, you gave up and went to find Flip, feeling like a total failure. You couldn’t manage to make any friends and now he was going to have to deal with you, poor guy couldn’t get a break. Of course he didn’t do anything but smile when he saw you retreating back to him. 

“Hey honey,” he grinned, Coors in hand, he leaned over pressing a quick kiss to the side of your head, before returning to the conversation at hand. The gesture tugged at your heartstrings, I don’t deserve you, you thought sadly.

And now here you were staring at the floor, lost in thought. Thinking about how much space you took up in everyone’s lives. You felt like you’d been at the house decades, but really it couldn’t have been more than a couple of hours. 

“Honey?” Suddenly you were brought back to reality by Flip nudging your side. Your head snapped up looking at the little circle you had forced your way into. Shit. What had they been talking about?

“Sorry, what was that?” you asked.

“I said you ok there y/n?” asked one the woman standing next to Ron, Patrice? Was it?

“Oh, yeah, sorry, totally zoned out for a second, um, do you know where the restroom is?” You spit out. Yeah, that’s all you needed, you could go to the bathroom, pull yourself together, and then you’d be the best girlfriend you could for Flip.

“Down the hall, it’s the second door.” Another voice answered, pointing a beer towards the hall. You nodded, turning to walk away from the group, but before you could walk away Flip grasped your hand, squeezing it tightly.

“You okay sweetie?” He asked softly, leaning down slightly so only you could hear him. Your heart cracked, please don’t worry about me.

“Yeah, I’ll be right back, don’t worry.” You smiled, lying through your teeth. You looked at his face, he was frowning, looking at you sadly, he didn’t believe you. “Truly.” you squeezed his hand, before hurrying off.

You were happy to find the bathroom unoccupied. Closing the door quickly, you locked it and slid down to the floor, the tears came as soon as you were alone. Why’d you always have to ruin everything? You thought miserably. Why couldn’t you just play your part? Was it really so hard to follow along in a conversation? And now you’d probably embarrassed Flip, or stressed him out, the last thing he needed was more stress, he worked so hard and he deserved to just enjoy himself for once but you had ruined it. The thought made you cry harder, and you had to pull your arm over your mouth to muffle your sobs.

Suddenly the sharp sound of knuckles wrapping the door, and someone jiggling the locked doorknob interrupted you. Great, now someone had heard you. You held your breath and, not knowing how else to send the message that the toilet was occupied, you kicked the cabinet across from you softly, hoping whoever was outside would hear and seek out a different bathroom.

“y/n? It’s Flip, will you unlock the door please?” called the voice on the other side. Shit shit shit. You’d been caught mid-breakdown and now he was going to have to pick up the pieces, or maybe he’d just leave you already. Accepting defeat, you scooched over to the door, it unlocked with a soft click, and you scooted back to your old spot. You pressed the heels of your palms harshly against your eyes, trying to compose yourself as you heard the door open.

“Oh honey,” Flip cooed softly, closing the door behind him and locking it again. He crouched down in front of you, gently pulling your hands away from your face, holding them in his, running soft circles over the back of your hand with his thumb. “What happened?”

“I’m sorry, I’m so so sorry Flip.” You cried as fresh waves of tears trickle down your cheeks.

“What do you mean baby? Ain’t got nothing to be sorry for.” he reached up cupping the side of your face in one of his rough hands, gently wiping away your tears.

“I just,” you sniffle, “I just feel like such a burden Phil, you do so much for me and I can’t even do this one event for you without going and s-spoiling everything.” 

“Oh sweet girl, come here,” he moved, sitting against the wall, he tugged you into his lap, one hand found the back of your head cradling it in the crook of his neck, his other hand rubbing up and down your back, soothing you. “My sweet, sweet girl you couldn’t be more wrong.” you cried harder, clinging to him. “You do so much for me, you don’t even know, pumpkin. You’re so so good to me. Wish you weren’t so hard on yourself.” 

“But-but.” you hiccup.

“Shh, this is my fault baby I-”

“No!” You protested pulling away to look at him, you took a deep breath gathering your composure. “You didn’t do anything Flip, I’m just being ridiculous I-”

“Gorgeous, listen to me.” he interrupted, grabbing your face. “I don’t tell you enough how much you mean to me. You are so dear to me honey, you hear me?” he stared at you and you nodded. “And I am so proud of you.” he leaned forward, kissing your forehead, and you grabbed one of his arms, holding it fondly.

“Proud of me?”

“Mhmm.” he hummed, pulling back to look at you again, his hand wandered to your face, affectionately moving his knuckle up and down your cheekbone. “Saw you out there, mingling, making friends for me.” 

“I didn’t do a good job though,” you laughed sadly, looking away. “Had to give up and go running back to you.”

“I love when you come running to me baby, makes me feel loved,” he grins. “Hey, look at me?” you comply immediately. “You’re not a burden. Understand me? Couldn’t even be one if you wanted to. I love it when you let me in on your problems, ok? Love when you let me take care of you. You gotta promise to tell me next time you feel this way, got it?” you nod. “Promise?”

“I promise.” you wrapped your arms around his neck, hugging him again.

“That’s my girl.” he praised, pulling you tight to him, rocking the two of you back and forth, making you giggle. You sat like that for a moment longer, before he patted your thigh, signalling you up. You pulled yourself to one side, no longer straddling him. “Let’s get out of here,” he said, leaning against the wall to stand, pulling you up with him.

“We don’t have to.” You offered, still feeling the tiniest bit guilty. 

“I know,” he said leaning down to kiss you, “I want to.” 

Losing Control (3): Home

Lose control (part 2)

Tags and cw, etc...and part 1:

Lose control (part 1)Cw: sexual content, dubious consent from both parties. Ao3 tags: soft kylo, kylo ren needs a hug, forced marriage, crying, hugging, fluff I MALADAPTIVE DAYDREAMING? NEVER HEARD OF IT.

Also this is like 95% foreplay and sexy stuff. You have been warned. Buckle up friends.

The large bed was placed in the middle of the room. As you waited for Kylo to finish undressing in the walk in closet, you glanced around the royally looking room. In some way you were happy to have your wedding and ritual at home in your family’s castle. When you were younger, you would spent hours, after escaping your tutors, running around the castle exploring the many hallways and rooms, hiding while your tutor and guards were looking for you. Although you had never encountered this room, maybe because it was reserved especially for the ritual.

Dark purple bed sheets, curtains and rugs, lined with golden threads, littered the room. Combined with the grey stone walls and dark wood of the four-post bed, the room seemed sort of cozy and warm.

Ever since Kylo had talked to you earlier, trying to calm you down, you had felt less nervous. Especially because you got the feeling, that he was nervous as well.

"Hi", his deep, baritone voice was still foreign to your ears, but very welcome. He looked down at you and took your hands in his big ones.

You stood in the middle of the room draped in a white linen robe, nothing underneath. Just waiting patiently for your husband. The handmaids had left after undressing you, leaving you alone.

The door you entered through opened and four cloaked figures came in and settled behind you facing the bed. Simultaneously Kylo entered, also wearing a white linen robe, and placed himself in front of you.

"Hi", the word barely squeezed through your throat. You squeezed his hands once, twice and looked up into his eyes. His beautiful brown eyes, sprinkled with flecks of gold. He had really beautiful eyes. Beautiful nervous eyes.

The cloaked people moved closer and the official stepped up beside you. He began another long monotonous stream of words and chants as he tied a silky purple string of fabric around your intertwined hands. Apparently this should make your relationship fruitful and successful.

A load of bullshit in your opinion.

But always respect the traditions. The outdated and superstitious traditions. But traditions nonetheless.

The chant ended and the string was removed, burnt in two and tied to yours and Kylos wrists. The official showed you to the left side of bed and pulled aside the semi-transparent purple curtains. As you stood there a priest came behind you to take your linen robe. On the opposite side the same happened to Kylo.

The official cleared his throat, disrupting your inner monologue about Kylos insanely beautiful body. Your eyes found his, as they raised from your chest. After blinking a few times you swiftly got into bed, laying awkwardly beside each other as the curtains closed again. The three priests scurried around the bed and stood at each side, left, right and at your feet a couple meters away. The official moved to a chair in the back of the room, facing your feet. A small bell rang, the cue for you to begin.

Now stark naked you looked at each other, blinking slowly, drinking in the others body. Curves, muscles, dents, small scars, everything. 

Kylo was marvellous. His long dark hair fell in soft waves, landing on his broad shoulders. His strong arms you had held earlier today, chest muscles and abs. Holy shit. This man. He couldn’t be much older than yourself, maybe mid-twenties..late twenties maybe. The nervousness and disgust you felt earlier, about marrying an old, wrinkly monster, was completely gone as your eyes drifted down past his belly button, following the slim trail of hair, until your eyes reached his-

Breathing heavy, Kylo rolled onto his side and reached his hand towards your arm, grazing it softly.

"Hi." He whispered again and you rolled to face him. "Hi." His hand stayed on your arm, drawing circles while he looked into your eyes.

You reached your hand up to his face hesitantly, silently asking for permission. He gave you a soft smile and a short nod. Your hand continued it’s journey, cupping his cheek, slowly stroking your thumb over his cheekbone.

"Are you ready?" His jaw moved under your fingers, words softly spilling out. His soft gaze fixated on your lips. And his brow furrowed. "Wait, that was a stupid question. I guess it doesn't really matter if we're ready. Sorry."

Your eyes softened and you moved closer to him, so your chests were almost touching. Noses definitely touching.

"It's alright. I think I'm ready. Are you?" He swallowed heavily and nodded his head. And silence fell between you.

There was no real timeframe for the ritual, but you really just wanted it to be over. As nice and gentle as Kylo seemed, the priests watching you, were freaking you out.

***

Kylo sensed her distress as her eyes flickered to the priest behind him. He tipped her onto her back and moved to hover above her. Eyes wide and mouth small, lips slightly pursed, she looked up at him with nervous eyes.

“Is this okay, princess?” By now the was gasping and breathing heavier.

“Eyes on me, okay?” Brown eyes searching her bright ones. 

“Okay.” Once again their faces were Millimeters apart. Kylo closed his eyes for a moment and dipped down, lips meeting hers and moving slowly. A tingling feeling crept from his gut, spreading into every part of his body. Excitement filling every cell inside him. 

The princess whimpered into his mouth as his tongue danced over her lips. Her lips parted and he let his tongue glide into her warm, wet mouth. A moan escaped his throat and he felt himself slowly losing control. Kylo kissed her harder and ground his naked hips into her. She moaned as well. Kylo drew his lips from her soft ones, but kept their foreheads touching. 

“Can I touch you?”, his breath hitched as she nodded and buried her hands in his hair, slightly tugging on his locks. “Yes, please touch me Kylo.” 

While she played with his hair, Kylos hand moved from beside her head, down her body. Skimming his fingertips over the skin by her neck, down her collarbone, her breast, nipple, ribs, tummy, hips, thighs. He held his hand on her hip bone, grazing his thumb over the soft, ticklish skin by her hip, centimetres from her cunt. 

His eyes had followed his fingers dancing across her skin, now they flickered back to her face. Meeting her now dark eyes.

“Yes Kylo, you can keep going. Please.” The way she said his name made him melt on the inside.

***

He gave you a reassuring look before moving his hand between your legs. He kept looking into your eyes as his huge fingers dove in between you lips. 

“Oh Kylo.” You gripped his bicep beside your face, nails digging into the soft skin. Your other hand twisted it’s fingers into his roots while his thick finger moved further into your heat.

“You’re so beautiful princess. And so wet.” His words only made you moan and lift your head from the pillows, to reach his plush lips with your own.

“Please Kylo. I need. I need you closer.” You whispered the words between kisses, and they only seemed to excite Kylo more. He leaned down to whisper in your ear.

“Please touch me princess.” Shyness overtook him as he kept his head in the crook of your neck. 

“Kylo?” His breathing turned heavy. 

“Yes, princess?” You took a deep breath before asking him. 

“Have you ever tried this before?” His hand stilled between your legs and he drew in a deep breath as well.

“No.”

Okay, alright, we’re both adult virgins then, wonderful. Just fucking wonderful.

“Okay. Okay, but you know what to do?” He nodded and began kissing your neck. 

“Yes. Can.. can you touch me. Please. Before you know.. I put it in?” He buried his face deeper into your neck again feeling shy. He withdrew his hand from your heat and settled it beside your head, leaning over you on his elbows, face still buried in the crook of your neck. Your hand went from his hair down his side and ended awkwardly on his firm, round ass. You had never felt a man-butt before, but you were not disappointed. 

“Um, could you maybe lift your hips? Just so I can..yea thanks.” He made space so your hand could get in between your bodies. Your fingers wrapped around his cock, slowly tugging on it. Your former handmaiden had maybe taught you a thing or two, so you wouldn’t be completely unprepared.

Although ‘wrapped around’ was probably an overstatement, because no, your fingers and thumb were not touching while grasping him. Far from. His cock was huge, not only in length but also in girth. For a brief moment while he moaned into your neck, you wondered if he could even fit inside you. Oh fuck. Fucking hell.

“Shit Kylo, you’re so big. Are you even gonna fit?” Fuck being a princess, you thought, you swearing was a thing now and people had to deal with it, if you were to have your fucking huge husband inside you. 

Of course you had a feeling of how tight you were. Let’s just say, you had experimented a little before tonight. Let your fingers skim over your clit, work you close to the edge, over the edge, and holy shit did it feel good. Kylo had probably played with himself as well. You hoped, just so this wouldn’t be completely new to him.

Kylo only moaned more, your fingers tightening around him. Feeling his huge dick getting harder and harder, and yourself getting wetter and wetter at the weight of him in your hand.

He reached a warm hand to cup your cheek. “I said eyes on me. Remember princess?” Staring into the brown pools of desire in his eyes, you were caught under his spell once again. He leaned down, kissed your soft lips and placed the tip of his cock by your entrance, soaking it in your sweet wetness. “Ready, my princess?” A silent moan escaped you lips and drifted into his mouth Millimeters from yours. Apparently that wasn’t answer enough for him, so you nodded and breathed a hurried ‘Yes. Yes please.’

“Princess?” He was basically panting now, breath hot on your ear. 

“Yes Kylo.” Your hands stilled, both from tugging on his cock and massaging his scalp, which you had subconsciously done. “Can we.. can I.. I need you. Please.” 

You nodded feverishly and let his cock go. He raised himself from your neck to look into your eyes. Face flushed, pink tinting his cheeks, lips swollen from kissing and sucking on your neck eyes blown wide and dark with desire. 

“I’m gonna. I’m gonna put it in now, okay?” Again you nodded, desperately awaiting the feeling of him inside you. While he fidgeted with positioning himself, you did the stupidest thing ever. Your eyes flickered from Kylos face, to give yourself a moment to breathe and calm down, only to be reminded of the many eyes watching you. 

You had happily forgotten about those. Your face flushed in embarrassment and your legs tried instinctively to close, thereby only achieving to squee Kylos hips. His eyes found yours again and his mind caught up to what must have happened. Feeling your embarrassment and shyness creep over your body.

He rested his forehead on yours as he slowly pushed himself into you. Both of you moaning silently, breathlessly as he worked himself further and further into you. Stretching your walls impossibly wide, a stinging pain mixed with the pleasure of him filling you up. 

Eyes locked on each other, mouths formed into small o-shapes, breath leaving your lungs and a tingling sensation filling both your bodies from top till toe, spreading into each and every cell. His hips met yours as he was now balls deep in you.

“Is this okay? Does it hurt?” His husky voice reached your ears and made you contemplate what was actually happening right now. The pain was throbbing in your gut, but it felt good. He felt so good. “It hurts a bit” Lie, it hurt like a bitch. You felt like you were being split open on his enormous cock. “But it’s alright, you can move if you want to.” And as he slowly began moving his hips, the throbbing pain gradually turned into a rather pleasurable pain. The stretch feeling like you were filled to the brim with him. Which you were. But it felt amazing. 

He moved his hips faster, setting a decent pace. Your wetness making squelching sounds as he moved into you. By now you were both drunk on each other, the feeling of your bodies so close, lips touching but not kissing, noses bumping into each other, your eyes never leaving the others, hands gripping soft skin, legs wrapping around hips, eyes rolling into the back of heads and breathing growing impossibly heavier.

You were both drenched in pure euphoria. 

His pace reaching an almost pounding rhythm and lips glueing themselves onto yours. In between kissed he muttered something inaudible. His head fell to your neck again and you closed your eyes in bliss. 

The four cloaked figures left the room, leaving you and Kylo alone. Seemingly Kylo was barely awake anymore, as you tapped his shoulder for some air and he barely reacted.

“You feel so good. My princess. My wife. Oh stars. You feel so fucking good around me.” A few more moans and groans and his deep whispers followed, “I’m close baby, are you?” His incredibly sweet words only got you closer to the edge but not close enough. Hearing him call you his wife, his princess, it turned your brain to mush. 

Feeling like he needed an answer you basically moaned out:” Oh shit. You feel so great. So big, so big. Please touch my clit. Please.” He quickly moved a hand between your sweat covered bodies and found the bundle of nerves. And boy did he touch it. 

As if time stood still, it was only you and your husband, so close to falling over the edge. So incredibly turned on by each other, even though you basically new nothing about each other. It didn’t matter, what did matter was the deep connection that formed between you as everything turned into white, hot bliss as you came around and into each other. Moans filled the room as stars filled your visions. 

Kylo collapsed on top of you, squishing you into the mattress as he slipped out of you. While dwelling in the post-orgasm bliss, you barely noticed the curtain at your feet being pulled aside and the official sticking his head in to ‘check’ that Kylo had cum inside you. As if he couldn’t hear it. 

You croaked out a tiny ‘Kylo, please’ and he understood your struggle. He rolled of off you to lay on his side and pulled you into his chest. He cradled your head with his big hand and placed a kiss on your forehead. You wrapped a tired arm around his torso and took a deep breath, smelling his delicious natural body scent. You didn’t even mind the slight sweaty smell. He was your husband now, you could be gross with each other. 

His chest rumbled and his sweet voice filled your ears again. 

“wow.” You chuckled, “Yea wow.”

This was probably not going to be as bad as you thought.

Both of you drifted of to a blissful sleep after Kylo pulled the luxurious purple covers over your naked bodies. 

He kissed the top of your head again and whispered:” Goodnight, my wife.” 

A smile fell onto your lips, “good night, my husband.”

1 WEEK OF KYLO REN

↳ Day 5 of 7: Favorite Behind The Scenes Moment

Star Wars: The Last Jedi - Training for the Last Jedi x

Adam training for the Throne Room fight fucked me up dude, AND WE DIDN’T KNOW THERE WAS A THRONE ROOM FIGHT BACK THEN.

+Bonus:

Adam training + Suspenders + Arms = ME DEAD

Lose Control (5)

yay chapter 5, sorry for the long wait. once again life happened. shit got messy and way too much time passed. working on chapter 6

Aaahhhh. We want this. We need this

I like the idea of touch-starved Kylo Ren holding you a lot. Like he just grabs you and holds you as close as he’s able to. You can sense his heartbeat grow steadier as he calms down. It’s somewhat thrilling, being in his arms that can easily kill you, but he’s always so careful with you.

yes, yes, yes! This is all just like gooey fluff and it doesn’t quite make sense how reader and Kylo know each other but meeeh who cares?

Unwilling To PartRating: MatureCW: nudity?, fluffWord Count: 1,218Prompt: Touch starved reader and touch starved Kylo Ren desperate for feeling.

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