Request: “hey could you do a
kylo fic were you’re basically his slave and you pretty much worship him and
most of the time he’s sweet (enough) and dismissive but he can get forceful
during sex if you don’t obey his orders. But you act happy about it and you
always reassure him when he’s insecure and you’re always flirty and you hardly
leave his room and you have to just like wear lingerie like 24/7 (sorry if this
is too crazy but i love your writing so much!!! thanks boo xxxxx)”
Pairing: Kylo Ren x Reader
Word Count: 2891
A/n: took the slave part of this request a bit too literally haha but I hope you guys like it!!
It was no easy task, being Kylo Ren’s lover. You had not chosen to be, but somehow, it was as if some higher being had always planned for you two to be together. Bound by fate. The fate of the invasion of your home planet, the fate of the First Order Stormtroopers taking you captive after you hadn’t found an adequate hiding place, and fate that Kylo Ren took a very deep liking to you.
You were the first and last slave he chose to do his bidding, for his commands only deemed it necessary to keep one. He could’ve had others if he had liked, but he hated the idea of it all. They expected him to be a merciless leader, to show authority and lead by example, and yet Snoke had willed him to choose a personal slave so to encourage the other men. Encourage them of what? Kylo thought. That I’m no better than a lusting pig?
The answer had already shown itself in his mind. It was all for his image. If the soldiers saw that he could take whatever he wanted for his own, to charge someone to his side against their will and subdue them to obey him, then they would automatically subconsciously want to do the same. To lead by example, so that they might become the example itself. It wasn’t that his inferiors didn’t already fear him, it was just that after the sequences on Starkiller base, after their defeat, most had lost some respect for him. His battle wounds humanised him, very detrimentally, in the eyes of all those who served the First Order.
And so, when Hux had lined up twenty-three native women of the planet they had just inhabited, Kylo was quick to choose the one who stuck out like a sore thumb. You. The reason he was drawn to you, apart from the fact that he was almost immediately attracted to your striking appearance, is that you were the only woman not crying. If he were to pull around a human-sized burden, he would prefer it to be one he didn’t have to carry kicking and screaming.
“You.” He pointed to your tired face, his voice crackling in his vocoder. “I’ll have her sent to my quarters.”
You grimaced, already knowing what to expect. You were all women in this room, it was so plain to see what type of slavery you’d be in for.