A/N: Before I begin, anyone wanna split a cab that's headed straight to hell?
It’s one of those days.
He knows, because this time, the throne doesn’t appear with Him. And He comes out with a flash of light, looking bigger than ever before. At least twenty feet high, so tall that Ren has to crane his neck and swallow his breath before it turns into a gasp. He reminds himself, only a truly powerful master could strike fear in his heart time and time again, even when in the form of a holographic image.
But he is prepared for this.
“Have you been doing as I ordered?”
“Yes, sir,” he squeezes out through dry lips. Snoke is lumbering forward, down the staircase toward him. Ren feels the shudder with every heavy step.
“Good,” He booms, and Ren is immediately cast in darkness by his overwhelming shadow. He gapes up at his master, the most powerful being in the galaxy. And to think, Snoke is letting him do this, letting him serve in any way he can, spending so much time with him willingly. He should be honored.
“Let your training session begin,” He says, chuckling. The thrum of his laugh shakes the room and Ren’s heart pounds along with it. Before he can react properly, a giant hand pushes him, sending him crashing to the floor on his back.
“I am ready,” he gasps, even though he hadn’t seen that hit coming, and his chest is still burning from the impact alone. Snoke bends forward, and Ren almost winces just hearing the creaking of His spine. His master looks down, leering, and he can’t shake the look of awe on his face. Snoke exudes power, embodies the dark side of the Force, and just to be here with Him makes Ren tremble and ball his hands into fists.
“Why did you even bother with these,” Snoke says with a tinge of amusement and in a flash, Ren’s garments are ripped apart from his body, floating in tatters around him. He can’t suppress his whimper as he feels a tug at his shoulders pulling him backward. Snoke is a master of the Force and this is part of his training – to experience it firsthand, to be the recipient of it so he will learn to enhance his own Force abilities. Now there is nothing separating him from the cold floor, and he lays against it, trusting Snoke.
“Open your eyes and learn, boy,” Comes a rumbling whisper, and Ren hadn’t even realized he had closed his eyes in the first place. A hardened, thousand-year-old gaze meets his and he can see every miniscule scar and blemish on Snoke’s head, which is inches from his own. Maybe someday Snoke will tell him of all the battles wherein He earned them.
His massive hands are pressing on the floor on either side of Ren’s face, and even though the holo flickers, Ren can’t help but shudder. Of course Snoke is not physically here – but it’s a true testament of His power that He can do whatever pleases to Ren’s body even from galaxies away. Already, the Force is pressing into him, he can feel it: stretching him open, invading every orifice of his body and pulling and pushing simultaneously. His knees have already been wrenched apart, Snoke kneeling over him and looking with great interest.
Ren fights to maintain eye contact, even though he grits his teeth at the pain, at the invisible chains holding his body down. Snoke is forgiving, however, for He tilts Ren’s chin with a mottled finger and in His eyes there is pity. His palm practically covers Ren’s entire bare chest, and it feels cold. He shivers.
“Focus on the pain, and grow from it, if you wish to have power.”
And Ren gasps because the sting grows ten times worse. Snoke’s holo is between his legs and the image all around him is hazy, but the sensations are becoming too much. He feels it, the pressure thrusting into his hole, and he throws his head back. He registers every movement, in and out (and Snoke flickers every time his image melds with Ren’s), as his master picks up the pace.
“Supreme Leader,” Ren chokes out. This time it’s worse, and so much more painful, like his insides are being scraped raw. He can’t stop the tears from forming, nor the traitorous thoughts telling him to fight back lest he be torn in half.
“Please!” he cries out, but Snoke is relentless – of course, that’s what makes Him the perfect master. He is doing this all for Ren’s benefit, to help him become just as strong. He can’t master the dark side if he can’t handle pain.
He tries to find the thrill of having Snoke inside him, though right now it’s proving to be difficult. His mind is foggy with agony, but one powerful thought keeps him grounded, and that’s knowing that Snoke would only do this for him. He is simply sharing His power.
“You’ve shown much weakness today, Kylo Ren,” Snoke scolds, and Ren finally screams as his master pushes in one final time, making sure to send pain bounding up and down his spine.
“I’m sorry,” he sobs, and the Force lifts its chains, allowing him to curl in on his side and nurse his sore body.
Snoke flickers, and in a flash He’s standing on top of the steps once more, staring at Ren with disdain.
“Next time,” He says, and the holo fades. Ren tries in vain to get to his feet. He closes his eyes.
Next time, He will return even bigger. And the next time, and the next…
But he should be honored, because Snoke only does this for him.
FILL: Grandiose (Snoke/Ren, dubcon)
It’s one of those days.
He knows, because this time, the throne doesn’t appear with Him. And He comes out with a flash of light, looking bigger than ever before. At least twenty feet high, so tall that Ren has to crane his neck and swallow his breath before it turns into a gasp. He reminds himself, only a truly powerful master could strike fear in his heart time and time again, even when in the form of a holographic image.
But he is prepared for this.
“Have you been doing as I ordered?”
“Yes, sir,” he squeezes out through dry lips. Snoke is lumbering forward, down the staircase toward him. Ren feels the shudder with every heavy step.
“Good,” He booms, and Ren is immediately cast in darkness by his overwhelming shadow. He gapes up at his master, the most powerful being in the galaxy. And to think, Snoke is letting him do this, letting him serve in any way he can, spending so much time with him willingly. He should be honored.
“Let your training session begin,” He says, chuckling. The thrum of his laugh shakes the room and Ren’s heart pounds along with it. Before he can react properly, a giant hand pushes him, sending him crashing to the floor on his back.
“I am ready,” he gasps, even though he hadn’t seen that hit coming, and his chest is still burning from the impact alone. Snoke bends forward, and Ren almost winces just hearing the creaking of His spine. His master looks down, leering, and he can’t shake the look of awe on his face. Snoke exudes power, embodies the dark side of the Force, and just to be here with Him makes Ren tremble and ball his hands into fists.
“Why did you even bother with these,” Snoke says with a tinge of amusement and in a flash, Ren’s garments are ripped apart from his body, floating in tatters around him. He can’t suppress his whimper as he feels a tug at his shoulders pulling him backward. Snoke is a master of the Force and this is part of his training – to experience it firsthand, to be the recipient of it so he will learn to enhance his own Force abilities. Now there is nothing separating him from the cold floor, and he lays against it, trusting Snoke.
“Open your eyes and learn, boy,” Comes a rumbling whisper, and Ren hadn’t even realized he had closed his eyes in the first place. A hardened, thousand-year-old gaze meets his and he can see every miniscule scar and blemish on Snoke’s head, which is inches from his own. Maybe someday Snoke will tell him of all the battles wherein He earned them.
His massive hands are pressing on the floor on either side of Ren’s face, and even though the holo flickers, Ren can’t help but shudder. Of course Snoke is not physically here – but it’s a true testament of His power that He can do whatever pleases to Ren’s body even from galaxies away. Already, the Force is pressing into him, he can feel it: stretching him open, invading every orifice of his body and pulling and pushing simultaneously. His knees have already been wrenched apart, Snoke kneeling over him and looking with great interest.
Ren fights to maintain eye contact, even though he grits his teeth at the pain, at the invisible chains holding his body down. Snoke is forgiving, however, for He tilts Ren’s chin with a mottled finger and in His eyes there is pity. His palm practically covers Ren’s entire bare chest, and it feels cold. He shivers.
“Focus on the pain, and grow from it, if you wish to have power.”
And Ren gasps because the sting grows ten times worse. Snoke’s holo is between his legs and the image all around him is hazy, but the sensations are becoming too much. He feels it, the pressure thrusting into his hole, and he throws his head back. He registers every movement, in and out (and Snoke flickers every time his image melds with Ren’s), as his master picks up the pace.
“Supreme Leader,” Ren chokes out. This time it’s worse, and so much more painful, like his insides are being scraped raw. He can’t stop the tears from forming, nor the traitorous thoughts telling him to fight back lest he be torn in half.
“Please!” he cries out, but Snoke is relentless – of course, that’s what makes Him the perfect master. He is doing this all for Ren’s benefit, to help him become just as strong. He can’t master the dark side if he can’t handle pain.
He tries to find the thrill of having Snoke inside him, though right now it’s proving to be difficult. His mind is foggy with agony, but one powerful thought keeps him grounded, and that’s knowing that Snoke would only do this for him. He is simply sharing His power.
“You’ve shown much weakness today, Kylo Ren,” Snoke scolds, and Ren finally screams as his master pushes in one final time, making sure to send pain bounding up and down his spine.
“I’m sorry,” he sobs, and the Force lifts its chains, allowing him to curl in on his side and nurse his sore body.
Snoke flickers, and in a flash He’s standing on top of the steps once more, staring at Ren with disdain.
“Next time,” He says, and the holo fades. Ren tries in vain to get to his feet. He closes his eyes.
Next time, He will return even bigger. And the next time, and the next…
But he should be honored, because Snoke only does this for him.