Bad Disease [Kylo Ren AU]

Chapter Eleven : Toxic

(Warnings: Ummm... Kylo Ren is bonkers. There are themes of kidnapping, gaslighting. Mentions of murder and violence. If you have specific questions feel free to message me but just assume this entire fic is risky)

Toxic: (something that is poisonous or harmful)

Dr.Ren dreamt of you often.

    He thought of you almost every waking moment so it was only right that his subconscious drifted towards the subject of you when he was asleep.

    Now was no different, as his eyes were closed and his mind raced with visions of you.

    "Bunny, I'm home!" In his dream, Kylo called out joyously, as he made his way downstairs.

    He could hear the sound of your feet shuffling against the basement floor and when he saw you round the corner, he couldn't help but grin at the sight of you.

    It was his fantasy so of course your outfit was far from anything he'd seen you wear before: a tiny little pink pajama set; something straight out of an adult film.

    "There she is!" Kylo bent down slightly so that he was able to wrap his arms around your waist, picking you up and holding you tightly. He spun around in a little circle, embracing you.

    Your arms wrapped around him, making small noises of happiness to be in his presence. In Kylo's mind, this is exactly how he always wanted you to be. If it were up to him you would always be in his arms, thrilled to see him.

    "Daddy," You gasped, burying your face against his shoulder. "I've missed you, I'm so glad you're home."

    Kylo couldn't help but moan to hear you say that and to feel your body against his. "Daddy's here now. What have you been doing all day without me?"

    You pulled away just enough for you to press your lips against his, the action full of affection. "Nothing...I'm lost without you. I've just been waiting for you to come back." You murmured before kissing him again.

    "You're such a good girl, Bunny." Kylo groaned as he kissed back, "My perfect Bunny, all mine."

    He pressed you against the wall beside you, a hand cupping your throat while the other gripped your hip to keep you steady. The two of you continued to kiss while he held you in his arms, keeping you safe. You tasted like sugar, as sweet as you were.

    In his dreamworld, it was as if hours passed when in reality it had only been a millisecond of him laying in his bed, fast asleep with a smile on his face.    

    It was a perfect dream for him. To come home to you and have you waiting for him.

    Then it was gone.