[Possibly not what you expected, but hopefully you enjoy it! TRIGGER WARNING for incest and somewhat graphic rape fantasy.]
It has been so long since Kylo Ren saw his father that he seems more like a mythical figure, some obscure deity that weaved in and out of his life faster than he could even comprehend. Over the years, he’s had time to build up that image, to turn him into something to both idealize and revile, depending on the day. For years he pictures what he would do if his father returned; sometimes his fantasies end with a tear-soaked reunion, other times they end with bloodshed. The result is always the same: with a deity, you must either make amends or kill them and become the god yourself. There is no in-between.
These fantasies occupy his every waking thought, from the moment Han Solo abandoned him to the present day. As he became older, these fantasies became distorted through the fun-house mirror of puberty and hormones. He would think of these images, and he would feel his cock stiffen almost immediately, hit with a hot rush of lust and shame. Over time, this feeling of sexual arousal crept into the fantasies themselves.
Kylo Ren imagines his father now, and every single emotion he’s ever felt towards him creeps up: love, lust, rage and idealization all mixing together into a Molotov cocktail. He imagines the tears at their reunion, but then some other energy creeps into his mind. Something more sinister. Almost unconsciously, he imagines grabbing ahold of his father in a choke-hold, the man gasping and wriggling with discomfort under his grasp, wondering if these might be his final hours. But he won’t kill him, not until he’s punished him for what he’s done. In his mind’s eye, Kylo Ren sees himself freeing his choke-hold on his father for a moment, giving him for a moment a false sense of safety. That sense of safety won’t last for long, because the next thing Kylo Ren does is tug down Han’s pants.
“What are you doing?” Han Solo asks in horror, but his son doesn’t answer him. He kicks the older man to the ground, using the Force to keep him immobile, to keep him from running. Kylo Ren loosens his own hard cock from his pants and leans down, stabbing it into the man who struggles against him. As he pictures Han Solo’s fear and humiliation, he grabs ahold of his own cock in the real world, simultaneously imagining thrusting it violently inside of the older man. Punishment. Retribution. Making him feel just as helpless as he had felt all those years ago.
“Ben, stop,” his father screams, gritting his teeth through the pain, but his protests only serve to excite his son more.
“This is what you deserve,” Kylo Ren says in his ear with yet another violent thrust.
“No, no,” Han Solo begs, but his begging is useless. Kylo Ren won’t stop until he finishes what this wretched man – Han Solo, his father – started all those years ago. The man looks pathetic, with tears streaming down his face in a mix of pain and horror. Finally, he is just a man, and his son has usurped his position as the God. Like a God, he has complete control over Han, and the man is completely at the mercy of his cruel whims. As Kylo Ren thinks of this, he can feel himself filling with pleasure and rage, growing closer and closer to the apex. As he can feel himself drawing closer to the finale, he once again grabs ahold of his father’s neck, utilizing the immense power he’s gained through the Force. He grips it just enough to make it hard for Han to breathe, but not enough to kill him. Not yet. Not until he’s finished. Han gasps, but he doesn’t struggle. His willpower is much too far gone for that.
Kylo Ren can feel the momentum building, and he gives one final thrust, simultaneously reaching the crescendo and tightening his grip on his father. If you want to become God, you must kill God. As Kylo Ren comes inside of him, Han begins to completely lose his breath, but not before the monstrosity of what has just happened dawns on him. Kylo Ren wants him to experience every last sensation of this before he’s through. He wants him to feel thoroughly violated, used, abandoned by all that’s good in the world, the same way that his son has felt for years. Kylo Ren watches as the life is choked out of him, a slow and painful death, giving him plenty of time to focus on the terror. And as he pictures his father finally giving his last gasp of air, falling to the ground like a limp puppet, that’s when Kylo Ren is finally set free of his tyranny at last.
As the final curtain of the fantasy drops and his mind goes back to its normal routine, he feels both shame and elation wash over him. He cleans himself off, trying not to dwell too much on the implications that all of this carries. But he knows one thing, both inside and outside of his fantasies: he will not rest until he’s killed God.
[FILL] Kylo Ren/Han, incest, rape fantasy, masturbation
It has been so long since Kylo Ren saw his father that he seems more like a mythical figure, some obscure deity that weaved in and out of his life faster than he could even comprehend. Over the years, he’s had time to build up that image, to turn him into something to both idealize and revile, depending on the day. For years he pictures what he would do if his father returned; sometimes his fantasies end with a tear-soaked reunion, other times they end with bloodshed. The result is always the same: with a deity, you must either make amends or kill them and become the god yourself. There is no in-between.
These fantasies occupy his every waking thought, from the moment Han Solo abandoned him to the present day. As he became older, these fantasies became distorted through the fun-house mirror of puberty and hormones. He would think of these images, and he would feel his cock stiffen almost immediately, hit with a hot rush of lust and shame. Over time, this feeling of sexual arousal crept into the fantasies themselves.
Kylo Ren imagines his father now, and every single emotion he’s ever felt towards him creeps up: love, lust, rage and idealization all mixing together into a Molotov cocktail. He imagines the tears at their reunion, but then some other energy creeps into his mind. Something more sinister. Almost unconsciously, he imagines grabbing ahold of his father in a choke-hold, the man gasping and wriggling with discomfort under his grasp, wondering if these might be his final hours. But he won’t kill him, not until he’s punished him for what he’s done.
In his mind’s eye, Kylo Ren sees himself freeing his choke-hold on his father for a moment, giving him for a moment a false sense of safety. That sense of safety won’t last for long, because the next thing Kylo Ren does is tug down Han’s pants.
“What are you doing?” Han Solo asks in horror, but his son doesn’t answer him. He kicks the older man to the ground, using the Force to keep him immobile, to keep him from running. Kylo Ren loosens his own hard cock from his pants and leans down, stabbing it into the man who struggles against him. As he pictures Han Solo’s fear and humiliation, he grabs ahold of his own cock in the real world, simultaneously imagining thrusting it violently inside of the older man. Punishment. Retribution. Making him feel just as helpless as he had felt all those years ago.
“Ben, stop,” his father screams, gritting his teeth through the pain, but his protests only serve to excite his son more.
“This is what you deserve,” Kylo Ren says in his ear with yet another violent thrust.
“No, no,” Han Solo begs, but his begging is useless. Kylo Ren won’t stop until he finishes what this wretched man – Han Solo, his father – started all those years ago. The man looks pathetic, with tears streaming down his face in a mix of pain and horror. Finally, he is just a man, and his son has usurped his position as the God. Like a God, he has complete control over Han, and the man is completely at the mercy of his cruel whims. As Kylo Ren thinks of this, he can feel himself filling with pleasure and rage, growing closer and closer to the apex. As he can feel himself drawing closer to the finale, he once again grabs ahold of his father’s neck, utilizing the immense power he’s gained through the Force. He grips it just enough to make it hard for Han to breathe, but not enough to kill him. Not yet. Not until he’s finished. Han gasps, but he doesn’t struggle. His willpower is much too far gone for that.
Kylo Ren can feel the momentum building, and he gives one final thrust, simultaneously reaching the crescendo and tightening his grip on his father. If you want to become God, you must kill God. As Kylo Ren comes inside of him, Han begins to completely lose his breath, but not before the monstrosity of what has just happened dawns on him. Kylo Ren wants him to experience every last sensation of this before he’s through. He wants him to feel thoroughly violated, used, abandoned by all that’s good in the world, the same way that his son has felt for years. Kylo Ren watches as the life is choked out of him, a slow and painful death, giving him plenty of time to focus on the terror. And as he pictures his father finally giving his last gasp of air, falling to the ground like a limp puppet, that’s when Kylo Ren is finally set free of his tyranny at last.
As the final curtain of the fantasy drops and his mind goes back to its normal routine, he feels both shame and elation wash over him. He cleans himself off, trying not to dwell too much on the implications that all of this carries. But he knows one thing, both inside and outside of his fantasies: he will not rest until he’s killed God.