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I don't care how it happens or why, but I wanna see Kylo get a tentacle-ish thing shoved in the blaster wound and his organs probed and played with from the inside. Maybe Snoke does it with a force appendage as punishment for being a fuckboy, maybe he falls into the clutches of a curious tentacle monster, who knows. I need my sick fuckery fix.

+he's not having any of it, and after awhile just breaks into a crying mess begging for it to stop
+shit fukkin HURTS
+the threat of having something like his lungs or heart crushed and him being killed is very real
+he somehow manages to survive, albiet completely destroyed physically and psychologically.

I hope this is alright - didn't do anything smutty, just some lamprey things doing a mating dance inside his body, no big deal. Sorry if it's not quite what you're looking for !

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The planet was breaking apart beneath him – Kylo felt the rumble, the vibrations through his body hurt him as he grit his teeth. He can’t move much more, having expended all his energy in the fight. As he laid in the snow, he closed his eyes, hoping to reach out with the force to someone, something, to find him there before it was too late. He teetered between having faith that his Master would have someone look for him and the fear that he would be considered weak and be left there.

He felt something move beside him, and his eyes flew open. He struggled to lean his weight to one side, moving awkward and stiffly to look at the blood-splattered snow churn beside him. An object wriggled beneath it and he hoped it wasn’t venomous. He reached out for his lightsaber, just a ways from his person, when he felt a sharp, throbbing pain at his blaster wound. He instantly curled up, tense as he cried out. It flt as if something was digging right into the wound. With cold, frosted hair in his face, he looked down in a panic to find a large creature, not dissimilar to a lamprey, wriggled into the open wound. He kicked at the snow as he furiously attempted to snatch the creature from his side, but it was too slick for his gloves, a natural mucus lining its skin. He unbelted and tore his overcoat from his person, suddenly arching his back away from the snow as the sharp pain rose again, screaming out as he contorted on the trembling ground. His hands, twitching, tried again to rip the creature from his body, but failed miserably, feeling it beneath his skin, wriggle in his stomach. He felt sick, a knot in his throat and a strange nausea in his chest.

He involuntarily kicked again, flinging his body to the other side, screaming out as the creature slithered deeper into his wound, tail still poking out. He can feel it, strange and foreign in his body. The inside doesn’t hurt, not really, but the sharp white-hot pain of its mucus against his wound paired with its grotesque twisting in his body made him reach out and dig his hands into the half-melted snow, clawing at the hard dirt.

Kylo Ren’s face, shoulder, and arm no longer hurt as bad as they had earlier when the cauterized wounds were still fresh. Now, the thing inside his blaster wound was taking all of his attention, digging around beneath the skin of his belly. He felt his skin stretch around it as it pressed against the lining of his stomach. He flailed, returning to his back and rocking to his side again, screaming out as more blood seeped from the wound onto the pale ground. He was sickly, pallor and tired as the creature made its way around his insides, between them, rubbing against organs and pressing against his flesh as if to burst out, but never quite doing so.

Kylo Ren felt his eyes sting, both from the harsh winds of the now befalling planet, as well as from tears welling and overflowing, his voice going raw, sobbing, as he did his best to curl into a fetal position, shaking violently from the intrusion.

As he tightly wrapped his arms around himself, seething through his teeth, he saw yet more movement beneath the snow. He panicked, pushing himself away from the area, yet he could go no further lest he reach the chasm that ended in nothing but the molten core of the collapsing planet. It was oddly warm, almost hot, and yet the cold of the wind still pelted against his face, eyelashes tipped with frost. Another lamprey creature emerged from the snow, and this time Kylo saw its vorpal mouth, a cavern of sharp teeth expand as it neared him. In a jerky motion, he tried to push the creature away, only to have it wrap its lithe, sinuous body around his arm and bite into the seared flesh of his open-wounded shoulder. His hand clamped around the creature’s body, but it slipped from him again, and once more he was wracked with the immense pain of another creature intruding his wounded body, slipping past bone and between under-flesh. His heart pounded in his head as he choked out a sob, terrified these creatures would infect him. Would he host them? Their brood? He felt sick, more than before. He ground his teeth with a rictus expression, forcing his body to curl yet again, laying on his knees, forehead to the ground as he cursed to himself, crying, a small trickle running from his nose. His heart, palpating ninety, a hundred, beats within each minute felt, felt one of the creature slither around it, and it made him jump. There were two of them, two, inside his body. Would they mate? Bear flesh eating parasites within him? He would rather die now, but the pain, this pain... He wanted to try and use it, to harness it, but it wasn’t the same. It wasn’t the emotional vortex of killing your father or the searing pain of a lightsaber to the face – it was far worse and instead of anger, instead of harness, he felt a great sense of dread and a deep sense of fear for his inability to act on self-preservation.

The sound of engines fell to no one – Kylo’s ears were ringing too loud, the edges of his vision speckled with black. He did not notice the arms, multiple, that pried his body from its pathetic crumpled position.

Beneath pure white light, Kylo felt an anesthetic course through him, and in fight or flight instinct, he screamed out, the Force flinging droids and staff away from him. His arms and ankles were restrained, causing him to thrash about in blind, unfiltered consternation. Without any idea where he was, he continue to twist in his restraints until his body involuntarily relaxed. His eyes were red, cheeks bright and stinging from tears, mouth open as he gasped for air, terrified that his body was succumbing to whatever creatures had invaded him, his surroundings unrecognizable in their brightness.

In attempts to fight off the foggy-headedness, he woke several times, only vaguely aware of the dull pain, tired eyes glancing down to his bloodied flesh.

He was still shaken, even in the midst of medical-assisted sleep. Tubes all resembled the intruders, startling him still, between groggy naps and recovery from his battle. Kylo Ren, drained, fought back the memory, and preferred to not remember the ordeal at all. And yet, he couldn’t shake the jolting trepidation.

Oh God, I was squirming reading that, Kylo just suffering indignity after indignity. Something about how there were TWO, and he wasn't able to stop either of them, and could only cry and writhe there in defeat... holy shit. Great job!

I'm not sure if I'm sick or aroused.

Thank you.

Op, that was fukkin magical a+++

Oh, that was good. Soooo good.

This is excellent, and needs a follow-up where Ren finds out nobody actually REMOVED the creatures, didn't even know they were there, and they've been inside him for MONTHS now, or something.

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