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justagirlwholikesadam · 11 months ago

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Hard Ren

Porn Star! Kylo Ren x Fem! Reader

Summary: Hard Ren is known for not cumming during his scenes until now.

A/N: I'm biting on the bars of my enclose while i write this.

Warning: NSFW, spitting, choking, role playing, rough, happy ending, ladies we are porn stars too!

Word Count: 3.3K

Border Credit: @cafekitsune

Anyone who watches porn knows who Hard Ren is.

Hard Ren is known to have stamina like a fucking animal. He fucks like one and he’s good at it but what he is worldly known for is he never cums when he fucks. When he does cum it’s only when he’s masturbating.

Yeah, a porn star who doesn’t cum when fucking other people. Hard Ren has done interviews about it. He jokes about it and tells them that his cock hasn’t found the right person yet. This sparks something with the female porn star community because they all want to make him cum. None of them ever succeeded.

“Kylo.” The dark haired man looked up from his phone when his manager, Hux stopped the car.

“We’re here.” Kylo follows Hux out of the car and into the studio to his dressing room. Kylo performs his usual preparation before filming. 200 pushup and crutches. He curls his 150 pounds dumbbells along with lifting his barbell while Hux tells him more about the person he’s going to fuck. Kylo was in the middle of a rep when he heard Hux mumbling the name of the porn star.

“What’s her name again?”

“She’s new, you probably haven’t heard of her but she has a fan base already. Not ugly like the last one” Hux told him while typing on his phone.

Finishing his usual preparation and getting dressed with the clothes laid out for him, Hux walks with him to the set. Kylo was fixing the sleeves of his blue jean button down shirt. He goes into the mind set as a teacher, that was the script. He's done this multiple times, he plays the college professor and the girl plays the student looking for extra credit.

His head shot up when he heard laughter. Director Phasma is standing next to a woman. Phasma is showing her the story board with a pleased look. When he saw you, he’s starstruck, since you were the one that he watches when he does his masturbating videos. He plays it cool, of course but the moment you give you a smile. His cock is already hard. His most viewed video of him masturbating was thanks to you. He came on his chest to the video of you on a bed with your legs spread and your cunt of full display. He liked your moans and how you pout while playing with yourself.

“I like your work.” You tell him as Hux and Phasma speak on the set. You look up at the 6’3 dark haired man while playing with your fingers nervously.

Excitement ran up and down your body at the sight of him. “I like yours too.”

You smile at his words. He runs a hand through his hair with a chuckle. “Especially the one with you on the bed.”

"There's a lot of me on the bed." You said jokingly and he laughs. "I like them all."

You blush at his words. He had seen your work. When the camera was ready, you and him got into place.

“Please, Professor Hard Ren. I need this extra credit. I won’t pass the semester.” You begged him as you walked towards him. Ren was leaning against the edge of the desk with his arms crossed around his chest. You played with the bottom button of his shirt

“There might be something you can do for me.” Ren said, wrapping his arm around you pulling you close to him.

“I’ll do anything.” You whispered as he leaned down, his large hands pulling the dress up to your hips.

“Anything?” He asks as he cups your ass, giving it a good and hard squeeze for the camera, making you moan. He pulls you close to his chest as he tugs the thong to the side.

“Fuck.” You hear him whisper.

About to do what you do best, you start to tug on his belt. Ren leans back when he notices what you were doing. He helps you while you unzip the black slack and goes down on your knees in front of him. Your mouth drops open as you stare up at him as you pull the slacks down to his ankles. He’s in full commando, and his cock almost smacks you in the face if you haven’t caught it first. His cock was thick and pink, his fat head is begging to be licked.

Ren groans at the sight of your little pink tongue licking his cock. He grips the edge of the desk when you spit on his cock and start to use your spit as lube to start jerking him off with both hands. He tries his best to not shut his eyes because he wants to see you. He wants to see the moment you put his fat cock inside that little mouth.

He moans out loud when you start to suck his cock, gagging, his thick girth stretching your mouth.

“Fuckk.” Ren moans when he starts to move his hips forward, he uses a hand to hold the back of your head. He feels his balls tighten up when he sees your eyes filling up with tears. His thighs are wet from the drool and spit. He can see the spit dripping off the corner of your mouth.

“Yes, gonna give you a good grade. Keep sucking you teacher's cock.” He tells you as you bob your head up and down on his cock. He sees your pretty face start to turn red and he pulls you off of his cock. He grabs his cock and pats it against your cheek then trace your lips with the head of his cock.

“Open your mouth, show me that fucking tongue.” You obey and he taps the head of his cock on your tongue.

“You’re so fucking hot. You know that.” Ren leans down to take your arms. Helping you up, you were shocked when he cups your cheek, bringing your face up close to him. He kisses you while he gently pushes against the desk making you sit on the edge

You look at him with wide eyes when he pulls away from your lips. He takes his shoes off and removes his pants as well. For a moment you forget about the camera when he takes his shirt off. He looks so good on video but in person, this man was sculpted. You can see every beauty mark on his skin. Looking at his abs, you looked further down, passing the light happy trail, you can see a vein aiming down to his cock. It took all the strength in you to not throw yourself in the ground to lick it. His cock stood out, proud and hard.

He gets near you, grabbing you by the chin and kisses you again. He makes you spread your legs, pushing the dress up. He lets the camera panel over at your pussy when he pushes the thong to the side. Running his thick fingers run up and down your slick slit.

You don’t even pay attention to the camera behind him. His thick fingers rub your clit making you moan as he kneels down in front of your cunt. You feel those thick fingers slide into you.

He’s a messy and fast eater when it comes to pussy, he knows it but right now. He takes his time, he sees your cunt so many times while he comes. He couldn’t believe you were right in front of him. Looking so pretty with legs spread and your pussy practically pulsing. He kisses your mound enjoying the scent of your musk. He grins at the sound of you gasp when his nose hits your clit. He presses his lips against your lips. Licking your slick, he gets hard by how good you taste.

He grins against your cunt when moan loudly. Your moans are heavenly to him, it sounds real and not fake as the others. He feels your fingers through his hair as you gently push his face against your cunt. Ren is pumping himself as he licks your cunt, he savors your taste. He looks up when he hears you call for him. He feels his heart flip inside his ribcage when you look down at him. He whines when your hand on his hair goes down to cup his face. Ren doesn't let you speak, he quickly stands up from his knees to kiss you.

You look over his shoulder when he starts to kiss your neck. Phasma waves her hand at you, signaling you that it's fine you didn't have to say your line. You couldn’t do it even if you tried. Ren was taking control, removing your dress for you.

“Prettiest fucking tits.” He says as he leans down to kiss your breast. You blush when he practically pulls the desk close to him so he can get near you.

“I want to fuck you so bad.” He says as he looks at you, his hands grab a hold of your hips, spreading your legs open.

“You can.” You told him looking up at him with a smirk, batting your eyelashes.

“I’ll do anything for a good grade, Professor Ren.” You said as your hands grabbed his throbbing cock, slowly jerking him off, rubbing the tip of his cock with your thumb.

“Jesus Christ.” Ren moans when you use the other hand to grasp his balls, pulling them softly. You watched as he stood still as you kept touching him, he threw his head back, you bit your bottom lip as you watched his tense up.

“Come here.” He tells you, you gasped when he wrapped your legs around his waist. You wrapped your arms around his neck as he picks you up from the desk and walked over the couch on the other side of the office set. You hear him whisper close to your ear, he tells you to relax, he won’t drop you.

The camera zooms on to your ass when Ren sits down on the couch, holding you tight on his lap. His big hands grasp your ass, pulling your cheeks apart showing your holes.

“Can I ride you, please?” You asked him and he grins, nodding as he leans back a bit. He smiles when he notices the excitement on your face. Quickly getting back to work, he groans as you spit on his cock, rubbing it up and down on his shaft.

“Just like that.” He praised you when you rose up and gently sat on his cock. His eyes never left your face, he wanted to see that look on your face when his fat cock splits you open. He bites his bottom lip when he sees your face, that same face you give to the camera when your pussy is being stuffed.

He holds your hips when you start to bounce on his cock. He thrust upward making you cry out, he grins and does it again. You place a hand on his chest, making him stay in place but Ren being much bigger than you does it again making you whine.

“Can’t take it? Huh? Can't take your professor's big cock?” Ren asks you. He chuckles when you nod, pushing yourself on his chest then sliding back down. He grabs your arms pulling into his chest as he grunts sliding further down on the couch so the camera can go under him.

“Good girl.” He shouts as he started thrusting upward like crazy making you moan as he fucks you hard. Your ass bounces every time he thrusted up to you. Your poor pussy being stretched wide up, the camera zooms in to see Ren’s cock sliding in and out of your pussy. Your slick is running down his shaft to his balls.

Your face is squished against his hard chest as he rams into you. He holds you down with one arm and the other, he brings it up to your face making him look up at you.

His nose bumps with yours and you see him going in for a kiss.

“You feel so good.” You whispered against his lips then kiss him. You moan when his hand grips your hair making you wince when he pulls it.

He shakes his head, “No, you do.” He licks his lips as he continues with his thrusts. He hears you moan loudly, it sounds so soft exactly like the video he uses of you.

“Rub your pussy for me.” He doesn’t wait for you to respond. You squeal when he grabs you and pushes himself up. He lifts you and drops you on your back. The camera man moves standing behind him, zooming into your face.

Spreading your legs wide, you’re smiling at Ren as he jerks himself off. His eyes are wide as he stares at you. He gets turned on even more by how much you're enjoying yourself, looking so pretty rubbing your cunt in front of him. You bring your knees to your chest as close as you can. Your arms go under your knees and you rub your clit, giving it soft smack making you moan.

Your fingers don't feel as good as his, you finger yourself while looking at him. He’s staring at your cunt then back at your face. You stick your tongue out at him as you give your cunt another slap making him groan.

You’re giddy with excitement when he comes over to you, he man handles you pushing your knees further back and lowers himself. You squeal when he smacks the head of his cock on your cunt.

“How bad do you want an A+?” He asks you, raising a brow at you.

“Really bad, professor. I want it. Please.” You pouted at him.

You know he does it on purpose, he just looks down at you with a smug look on his face as he slides his cock up and down your slit painfully slowly. You huff at him and grab his cock, surprising him.

“I want that A+, sir!” You cry out pushing his cock at your entrance. You look at him with a pleading look and Ren thinks he just died and gone to heaven.

You keep on surprising him, taking control like that, grabbing his cock like you own it. Fuck, you practically did already. All of his masturbation videos ended with him cumming so much because he was looking at your videos. Of course the viewers didn’t know that, the cameras were always aiming at him, at his lower half.

“I’ll give you that A. Imma fucking give it to you.” You cry out when he thrusts into your cunt in one harsh thrust. Ren doesn’t pay attention to the camera under him, all he can stare is your face, your tits bouncing by his harsh thrusts. You were losing your grip under the your legs, trying your best to keep them to your chest.

Ren wants to feel you cum, he wants you to cum on his cock. What a dream would that he thinks to himself as he brings a hand to your clit, rubbing your slick over it. He’s rough with it, making you grin as you shut your eyes with pleasure.

“Chock me.” You cry to him as you open your eyes to stare up at him.

“You like that?” You nod quickly as he complies to your request. Ren groans loudly when he feels you clench around him when he grabs a hold of your neck, he can feel your heartbeat and it just makes him goes faster.

“Oh-h-h fuck! Shit!” Ren shouts he holds the couch with one hand as he goes balls deep in you. He feels you holding his arm, his grip around your neck tighten and he throws his head back when he feels you cum.

You are crying his name and that was it for him. It broke him completely.

“Can-can I cum in you?” He shouts as he looks back at you. You’re staring up at him with teary eyes still feeling the hard orgasm you just had.

“Yes.” You said meekly, he removes his hand from your neck and holds your chin. Keeping your head in place, staring up at him as he thrust into your sloppy pussy.

In the corner of your eye, you see the director and the crew staring at both of you with wide eyes as Ren groans loudly. You can’t help but whine when he does one last harsh thrust. He moves the couch and he keeps you in place as he fills your womb with his hot milky cum.

“F-fuck.” Ren moans as he releases your chin and slouches a bit. He cups your face as he tries to catch his breath. His thumb runs over your bottom lip and you do something that you have been craving to do since you saw his hands. Grabbing a hold of his wrist you stick his thumb in your mouth, sucking it as you stare up at him.

He feels his knees go weak and he pulls away and sits down next to you with a grunt. He has his head throw back over the couch as he sits there, with his limp cock.

Ren hears the camera man tell you to keep your knees to your chest. Phasma praises you and he opens his eyes to see you. You’re playing with his cum, rubbing his cum all over your cunt and mound.

“Fuck yeah.” A crew member whispers when you scoop Ren’s cum dripping from your fucked hole up to your lips. You made a moaning sound as you tasted it, licking your lips seductively as the camera pans over to your face.

You walk out of the shower, thanking god that Phasma was a saint when it came to her workers. She had a shower installed in the dressing rooms. You really didn’t want to go home with cum dripping out of you. Your manager had applaud to you and said Hard Ren just came because of you.

Feeling amazing after the hot shower, you got dressed with the extra clothes your manager packed for you. Fixing your hair, you grabbed your phone, looking at the recent messages from your manager. You frowned because she had sent you a message saying that she was waiting for you in the parking lot then a few seconds later. She sent you a message saying there’s a surprise for you in the parking lot.

You didn’t think much of it. You were still tired from having sex and you were starving. You just thought she was being like this because of the accomplishment you just did.

You walked to the exit still thinking about him, Ren. He was just as handsome in his videos and his cock was something to die for. You were feeling pretty good for making him cum. He looked so fucking hot cumming.

Pushing the door open you walked to the parking lot and frowned when you saw your manager wasn’t there.

“Hey.” You looked over your shoulder and saw Ren leaning against the building with a cigarette in his mouth. He’s wearing different clothes as well, dark jeans with boots and a graphic tee. He had a leather jacket on and his hair was damp.

“Hi.” You answered back and he gave you a soft smile.

“You hungry?” He asks, throwing the cigarette on the ground after blowing a puff of smoke.

“Starving.” You tell him as he walks towards you. He bites his bottom lip and for a moment he looks a bit shy.

“Me too. I know a place. Wanna come with me?” You nod at him and give him a smile. You start walking with him out of the parking lot when he tells you his first name, Kylo.

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nefastidies · 3 months ago

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Inspired by "Implicit Demand for Proof" by imperialhuxness

-1-

“I need you on the ground,” Ren says instead, measured, but tight-strung as a grappling cable. Apparently sensing the retort on the tip of Hux’s tongue, he continues, “But I’m not taking you into the thick of combat.”

Hux thins his lips, keeps up the patient tone. “That’s where this team and I will be most effective.”

“At too high a risk.”

Since when do you care about risks? Hux barely bites back, instead manages, level, “Nothing we do is without risk.”

Ren’s gaze flashes with an insistence that isn’t anger. His eyes are like coals, waiting for a spark. “I’m not taking you into that firefight.”

Really.

Fucking really.

“So you won’t take me into a firefight,” Hux lowers his voice to a hiss, but it still reverbs under the high ceiling, “yet you dragged me ten klicks below the surface of Coruscant.”

“Well, maybe I--” Ren hesitates, gnawing his lips. His gaze drops to the mosaic tile between their boots, then flickers back to Hux’s face. “I shouldn’t have.”

Hux is too pissed off to bask in the near-admission of wrong. “Well, you can compensate by bringing me this time, when it makes actual, tactical sense.”

“You’re not going into a combat zone.”

“I was born and raised in a--”

Ren’s voice drops to a whisper. “That’s an order,” he says, invoking it almost gently, below earshot of the men.

Hux purses his lips, aware of his surroundings again. Of the absolute indecorum of this argument.

Around himself and Ren, three officers stare at their feet, four tap too aggressively at their datapads. The two trooper commanders confer in whispers about a new blaster model. Mitaka seems interested in the mosaic on the floor.

“Yes, sir,” Hux forces out, Academy pert, and the gathered staff returns more or less to professional attention.

--- -2-

Hux whirls toward the sound as a massive shape bursts through the treeline, scattering leaves. Some sort of megafauna. Some sort of monster.

The creature’s smooth skin glistens livid green, its underbelly sickly pale. Its mouth opens wide, baring short, sharp teeth like a Rodian fly-trap’s. It has six legs, each ending in a crustacean pincer, which stab the ground with each step. It reeks of rot and salt, as if it just crawled out of brackish water.

Hux’s pulse skyrockets, and he jumps back on adrenaline. Why do you ever leave the ship, every time you leave the ship it’s some shit like this, every goddamn time—

He yells to Ren that they should run, even as the creature screeches again, lunges toward them.

But Ren stays put. “You should run.”

And Hux would. He would, but he’s already several meters back, and the soles of his boots weigh a kiloton. He’s rooted to the ground. The blood pounds in his ears, and he can’t move, can’t think.

The thing screeches. It’s high-pitched. It rends the air. Its movements ruffle the foliage around it. Its pincers break the damp earth.

Ren steps in front of Hux. Into its path.

--- -3-

But Yago’s lips still twist into something unbearably self-satisfied. “General Armitage Hux,” he says, “was executed six months ago on a charge of high treason. So even if Hux were alive, it would be my sworn duty to have him shot in the back of the head.”

It hits like a blow. Phantom pain lances through his leg, between his ribs. Yago’s right. There’s no defense when he’s--

Before Hux can formulate one, Ren’s gaze kindles. “I’m Supreme Leader,” he returns, typical thoughtless clapback. “I hereby pardon him.”

(Typical thoughtless clapback.)

Everyone knows traitors receive no mercy.

--- -4-

A humanoid figure emerges from the shadows like he’s been waiting there. In two strides, he closes the distance to Hux and Ren. It’s clear he’s part alien, skin teal-tinged and marked with pale striations. His voice is somewhat rough with drink, but his movements are smooth, purposeful, eyes trained on Hux.

“Thought you could just slip out with your date?” he spits.

There are far bigger concerns than correcting the assumption.

“What?” Hux returns, elegantly.

“The bartender told me you were coming this way,” the man says, ill-concealed rage contorting his mouth. “Got a lot more nerve than I’d give you credit for, showing your face like this.”

Shit. Hux’s pulse picks up, and for a second the alley takes on the sharp edges of panic. You knew this would happen eventually, you knew -- Stop.

“I’m sorry,” he says, tamping down the worst case scenario, “what are you--”

But it’s like he doesn’t even hear it.

“Kind of man that’ll pull a trigger from a thousand lightyears away. Not even the guts to look at what you’d done.” The man’s eyes flash with the sort of hatred Hux actually recognizes. “My wife was on Courtsilius, General Hux .”

The man takes a step closer, and Hux is about to spread his hands and explain with a baffled simper that he’s got the wrong person. That the Hosnian ‘Cataclysm’ was an unspeakable tragedy and a monstrous war crime.

But before he can speak, sulfurous green ignites in his periphery. The air hums, cracks with the sudden whiff of ozone. The blade of the antique saber impales the man’s chest.

--- -5-

Ren shakes his head. “But I still need you,” he says, eyes glittering, desperate, searching. “What about weapons dev? And you can actually conduct diplomacy--”

Hux cracks a smile. “That’s going a bit far.”

Ren huffs a laugh, but doesn’t indulge him. “You balance me,” he continues. “I don’t know what I’ll do. I love you.”

Hux’s pulse drops into his stomach. His spine stiffens, more from surprise than actual discomfort. It isn’t a concept with which he’s familiar. But it’s right, somehow. As Ren’s eyes search his face, curious but unshrinking, he can’t deny it.

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little-diable · 2 months ago

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Kinktober 8 - Kylo Ren

Finally time for the next Kinktober drabble! Please like and reblog if you enjoyed reading this, your comments keep us writers motivated. Enjoy my loves. xxx

🖤Hand kink + Branding 🖤

Warnings: 18+, smut, use of his powers, hand kink, branding her with the force, oral (m)

Pairing: Kylo Ren x fem!reader (700 words)

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Header by the best @theanythingbuthuman

The words rolling off his tongue blurred past her without (y/n) getting the slightest chance to pick up on them. Her eyes were focused on his gloved hands, making his fingers appear even longer, reminding her of just last week when he had fucked her with his hand wrapped around her throat.

It didn’t take long for Kylo to notice that she wasn’t focusing, not listening to the scolding words he spoke. He was fuelled by his anger, and had been forced to spend the last hour listening to Hux’s useless rambling, all while thinking of the way (y/n) had teased him just this morning. She had played a dangerous game, whining about him barely spending any time with her, followed by the quiet threat that she’d soon turn to others to get her fill.

Lies, nothing but lies, and yet they had done their job, pushing Kylo into waves of hot, burning anger.

“Are my hands that distracting? Are you already so far gone you can’t even listen to what your husband tells you?” His raspy words momentarily ripped her out of her trance, forgetting the way she had just imagined his hand between her thighs, pushing her towards the edge like she needed him to.

Without getting another chance to speak up, (y/n) found herself pushed to her knees by the force, wide eyes staring up at her husband. She watched his long fingers fumble with his belt, a sight that shot excitement through (y/n), parting her lips in anticipation. There was something about being used by him she loved more than she’d ever be able to describe, getting lost in the raspy sounds rumbling through Kylo while power flushed through her veins - power rooting in the knowledge that she was the one making him feel like that.

Kylo’s dark eyes stared down at her, letting his gaze burn through her skin as he parted her lips further with the tip of his hardening cock. A loud groan left him, urged on by the sensation of (y/n)’s tongue moving just like he had taught her to. His gloved hand rested on the back of her head, a possessive grasp that made her body tingle in excitement. But all sensations were drowned out the second she felt the invisible touch resting on the back of her neck.

“We need to remind you of who you have to listen to, a mark that won’t ever fade again.” Tears instantly welled up in her eyes as the invisible touch grew hotter by the second, and yet she still found enjoyment in it. Kylo kept fucking her mouth, forcing his cock further down her throat while saliva dripped from her chin, making a mess.

The burning sensation on the back of her neck lingered, leaving her torn between pain and curiosity, wondering what he had branded her with. His cock twitched in her mouth, forcing her to bob her head faster, supported by her hands that took care of the parts she couldn’t reach with her mouth.

“You’ve always known how to drive me insane with that mouth of yours.” A hum rumbled through (y/n), glassy eyes staring up at Kylo to watch him come undone. The taste of his cum lingered on her tongue, a welcomed taste she was all too used to by now, reminding her of all those years they’ve been together.

Wordlessly, he helped her back to her feet, watching her walk towards the bathroom to look at the red mark he had left behind, a simple “KR”. Her eyes met his dark ones in the bathroom mirror, forcing her to turn back towards him, and with his hand finding (y/n)'s throat again, Kylo pulled her in for another teeth clashing kiss.

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captainsophiestarkreading · 2 years ago

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AHHHHHH OMG I’M DYINGGGGGG THIS IS SO GOOD!!!!!

Literally I had butterflies and was smiling like an idiot for basically the whole fic. Loved their mutual realizations and accidental confessions omg! I can’t wait to see what happens next!!!

I Like Your Stupid Face

Characters: Armitage Hux x reader

Summary: So, maybe it isn’t exactly hatred that the General feels for his new Captain, but in realising that maybe he actually likes you it makes interactions with him very… interesting.

Word Count: 1195 words

The general had been keeping a very close eye on you recently. He had convinced himself that this was to simply catch you out in your lies and prove you were a spy for Ren, but the more he watched you the less he suspected that to be the case. In fact, he had been rather amused to notice, whenever you had any interaction with the Supreme Leader, your smile was flatter, and on more than one occasion he witnessed you rolling your eyes. These small things had a smile tugging at his lips and a strange warmth rolling around in his stomach. Of course, he put these reactions down to Ren failing to gain someone’s respect rather than attributing them to you specifically.

Perhaps Phasma had been correct and the three of you could work together to make things more efficient. Maybe he would treat you with less suspicion and see how you faired with a little more responsibility. Of course, he would simply be testing you, it wasn’t as if he actually trusted you or anything, but you could prove useful.

Over the next few cycles he observed you working with Phasma and as a result he found his gaze landing on you anytime you were near. He assumed this was just a habit he had picked up from monitoring you, it wasn’t like he liked looking at you, wasn’t like seeing your smile had him fighting his own in response. At least he had convinced himself of this until reality hit him square in the face.

General Hux was standing on the bridge, his eyes surveying his minions, all doing his bidding. His arms behind his back, hands clasped and chin up, looking every inch the proud ruler he knew he could become, just as soon as he got rid of that pitiful force user.

“General.” Your voice was soft, like a velvet blanket that he longed to wrap himself in. “I brought you the report you asked for. I know you didn’t want an electronic copy.”

“Thank you, Captain.” He nodded, holding out his hand to receive the file, and then he made the mistake of turning his head to look at you.

Oh no. No.

His eyes met yours and within them he could see a multitude of galaxies, a plethora of futures in which he got to spend his time by your side. Your fingers grazed his as you passed him the file, not breaking eye contact, and he felt a shudder roll through him at your touch. And then, oh then you had smiled directly at him. Your whole face lighting up is if it harnessed the power of a thousand suns. He was vaguely aware of the muscles in his face shifting but had he realised the result of which was a soft, almost dopey smile which made him look several years younger, he would have been completely mortified.

“You’re welcome, Sir.” There was something about the way you said ‘sir’ that had him swallowing thickly, and then you had turned and left, leaving him with nothing more than the ghost of your touch and lingering scent of your perfume.

This was not good. Armitage Hux was not the type of man who would wander around like some lovesick puppy. He wasn’t a man who would pursue someone with flowers and chocolates, or, heaven forbid, poetry! Even if he composed several sonnets and symphonies in his head anytime you were near. And, perhaps, if he was to give you flowers you might smile at him again, it might make you happy and knowing he was the cause of your happiness then maybe- no. No. No, no, no, no. This was not happening. He was not some sap who melted for a pretty face.

The problem was that, no matter how he fought against it, now that he was aware of his attraction to you he had no clue how to act around you. He found himself stumbling over his words, or tripping over himself. Armitage dreaded seeing you, knowing he was only going to make a fool of himself, but he also felt untethered without you near. To make things worse, he was aware that other people had noticed his odd behaviour. How could he command fear and respect if they laughed at him for his foolishness, for how could someone as wonderful as you ever look at him in the same way?

In a perfect world, you would never have wandered into his life, but now you were here and every thought, waking and asleep, was haunted by you. Sitting at his desk, his head resting on the cool surface as he groaned to himself, he was vaguely aware of his door opening and closing. Assuming it was Phasma, he stayed in his current position and sighed.

“Don’t start. I know I am pathetic. I am acutely aware of just how ridiculous I am being, and this is entirely your fault. If you hadn’t pointed out what a good team we could make then I wouldn’t have taken such an intense interest and then I wouldn’t have noticed how clever and funny and beautiful she is and I wouldn’t be reduced to this utter mess. So, as this is your doing, I do not want to hear any snarky comments.” His voice was muffled by the desk but it was obvious from his tone that he was both frustrated and defeated.

“Then I shall keep all snarky comments to a minimum.” You smirked and his head shot up. Jumping to his feet he nearly fell over his chair and internally punched himself for looking anything but polished and professional in front of you.

“I take it you thought I was someone else.” You said softly and he could feel himself melting around the edges, his whole being longing to lean closer to you.

“I would appreciate it if you erased all of this from your memory. I am sorry you had to see that.” He frowned, the tips of his ears heating up with embarrassment and shame.

“Of course, General. Consider it forgotten. I only stopped by to leave these for you to sign.” You placed a small stack of papers on his desk, giving him a shy smile and his heart ached as his attention was drawn to your lips.

You turned to leave, but then paused and faced him once more. Your mouth opened a few times, as if you were deciding if whatever you were about to say was wise and Armitage felt both hope and dread at what those words might be.

“Not to overstep, Sir, but whoever ‘she’ is, who you were talking about, she’s very lucky. You are far from pathetic. You are intelligent and decisive and, if I may offer a personal observation, really rather attractive, especially when you smile. So, maybe don’t give yourself such a hard time about it.” You gave him a gentle smile that held a hint of sadness, and then you were gone before he could process this new information, before he could confess that you were the ‘she’ he had been talking about.

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blue-sadie · 1 year ago

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Blinded By Feelings

Armitage Hux, Cal Kestis, Poe Dameron, Din Djarin, Anakin Skywalker

They have feelings for you their enemy

Armitage Hux

He hated you even through he's never met you, he loathed your very being and it only increased when he met you, you were another general that to fought to be the best.

And when you two were together in a meeting or just in passing in the corridors you two would bicker like children over plans or random things that was annoying one of you that day.

He would only realize his feelings when a storm trooper would ask him but he would tell them to shut up and threaten them saying he would throw him into space if he ever spoke something so ridiculous again, but it would cloud his mind days after that.

He would feel disgusted by himself and avoid you by all cost but his efforts went to waste when you come back injured from a mission and he would make it his personal mission to take you to the med bay and scold you at the same time.

"You are stupid as the rebellion if you think you would not get scolded for your actions you could've gotten yourself killed next time at least tell me first so I can get you better storm troopers"

Cal Kestis

You joined the crew way before he did and had a stronger bond with greez and cere he was kinda jealous it wasn't much of a hatred thing he just found you kinda annoying to be around and would avoid being with you.

Every time you tried talking to him he would ignore you or when you saved him countless times he would just give you a forced thank you but nothing more.

The thing that made him notice is that you would start showing up in his dreams more or when he meditates, he'd find it annoying at first but he'd start thinking about you more and more.

He'd start listening and paying more attention to you which not only freaked you out but the other crew members to, during one of the missions he'd actually listen to your ideas instead of shutting you up.

"You have some really good ideas I should've started listening to you sooner, I'm sorry about that by the way I guess I was just jealous of you"

Poe Dameron

You were the rebellions best mechanic and the person that would work on his x-wing without his consent he'd hate it even though it needed to be done, he hates it more when you'd leave sticky notes telling him about the up grades you've done to his ship.

He would complain to Leia about you but she'd just laugh and tell him off because your just doing your job so then he'd come complain directly to you but you'd just ignore him continuing on his next up grade.

He'd have a few people tell him that he probably has a crush on you because of him talking about you so much but what really makes him realize is when he sees you talking to others guys and the jealousy he feels.

When returning from one of his missions his x-wing battered and needing repairs he'd actually come straight to you to ask you to repair it for him.

"I know I found it annoying but I've come to realize your up grades are kinda.... helpful after saving me a few times so what I'm trying to say is I'd like you to continue working on my ship"

Din Djarin

Your were an assassin, killing off the high end people most bounty hunters were afraid to kill, you've also killed a few of his bountys making him pissed.

He's only ever layed eyes on you a few times in crowed bars or a desolate street he doesn't really care about knowing you because why would he get to know his enemy a thief.

He'd only start looking out for you more when you saved him from an ambush you shot his captures in the head and threw him a gun before disappearing again.

He'd be against the idea of ever actually falling for you because of his past experiences but after some more encounters with you he'd would stop you before you vanish again.

"You can reject this offer but I'm still putting it out there, I want you to join me us, it would be alot easier we work together then you stealing my bountys so what do you say"

Anakin Skywalker

You are master windus padowan and the person he's always compared to why can't you be like yn why can't you take after her, it was something he heard almost everyday which makes him hate you.

He hates how kind you are even through his hateful words he spits your way or when you'd sometimes take the fall for one of his stupid plans he never even thanks you.

He like hux only got the realization when you got hurt, you'd taken a hit that was ment for him, the panic he felt as he watched you fall made him snap and kill whoever did it.

He'd spend day and night by your bedside in the medbay pacing back and forth as he tried thinking about his feelings, they'd only calm down when he sees you awake.

"Don't do that ever again do you hear me, you don't deserve to be here especially because of me I should be in this bed instead of you, do you know what you put me through I thought I lost you"

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littlebugs · 1 year ago

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Can I request for Kylo Ren in which the returns with him from a failed mission? She made a mistake and maybe Kylo made it clear to her that he was very upset about it during an argument afterwards. She tries to make up for it by doing a mission on her own, only on this one she gets badly hurt and is brought back by Hux after finding her severely wounded/injured. When Kylo learns of it, he flips out thinking she wasn’t going to make it alive, but in the end, she survives and makes a full recovery. Something short and sweet in the end between them as he takes care of her during the healing process. Thanks! ❤️

(I hope this is okay! If not, feel free to ignore it!)

i love you

warnings: injury, very angsty (fluff ending), fem presenting reader (she/her pronouns), mild language, written at 1am so not the best proofreading, toxic kylo in the beginning 😓 a/n: thanks so much for the request love! i got carried away writing this lol, sorry if its a lil long!

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"Shit," you cursed as you sprawled over the couch in yours and Kylo's living room. You'd messed up today. It was tiny, minuscule, just a little mistake. You hoped it wouldn't matter to Kylo. But you knew better.

The large door, black, matching most of the Commander's gloomy interior, swung open. And slammed shut. You nearly fell off the couch, already exhausted from the days work. "Hey Ky..." you trailed off. He looked absolutely terrifying. Blood on the toes of his boots. Holes ripped through his outfit. But the worst of all, his face. He looked- angry. Disappointed. Annoyed. Maybe even..disgusted?

"Shut up," He threatened, walking up to you. His arms crossed, feet spread apart, you knew you were in for it. From your spot now on the floor, huddled in a ball, you felt defenseless. "You messed up today," he scolded. "This was a covert operation. We had one shot at this, and you blew it." His voice was a low, seething growl.

"I'm sorry I had a- momentary.. lapse in judgment?" You didn't know what to say. This wasn't supposed to be a big deal. It was a tiny mess up. You forgot to disable a single security camera. Just one. It wouldn't matter anyhow, as the saber marks lining the walls of the Rebel base being hijacked was a sign as to who the attacker was.

"Sorry isn't going to fix this. We're on the brink of a war, and this mission was crucial. The Supreme Leader trusted us, and now, because of your mistake, we might have just handed our enemies a victory," he nearly shouted.

Kylo's voice rose as he continued, but it was as if you were underwater, the sounds muffled and distorted. Your eyes filled with tears, blurring your vision. You couldn't let him see you like this. "I-I'm sorry," you mumbled, as you got up from the ground and staggered to the door.

You scarcely cried. There were many things the two of you never did, which maybe you should have done. It wasn't a conventional relationship. You'd only cried in front of him once, years ago. He had left you, crumpled on the floor, unable to deal with the sudden emotion. He never told you he loved you. Not even once. You shared a ship, meals, even a bed with him, and even in your most intimate moments, he just... didn't seem to feel anything. At least on the exterior. You hoped.

"Leave me." you stammered, nose already running. "Did you think I was going to follow you? Pathetic. Absolutely worthless. Do you think I even care-" He stopped, dead in his tracks, after catching sight of your face, glimmering in tears. "M'sorry" you mumbled, and quietly closed the door behind you.

Breathing in the cool air of The Supremacy, you quickly wiped your face before any troopers nearby could catch sight. Word traveled fast, and although it was a big ship, news could be spread in mere hours. You remembered the first time you had to deal with the gossip, it had been your first one night stand with Kylo, before any relationship. You left in the dead of night, but one lucky Stormtrooper caught you on the security camera. The next day, half the the Supremacy was staring you down, and the other half was triumphantly giving you high fives (Knights of Ren included.)

Life seemed...simpler. Now you were plastered on the wall to Kylo's rooms, breathing in slightly sterile air as you tried to get your wits about you. It being 11pm already, you decided to make way to your old room. Walking down the hallway, you encountered little confrontation. That was the good part of being in relation to Kylo. Then there was the name calling, the teasing the "Commanders whore" whispered behind your back. It all made you want to cry again, and you were grateful to near your room.

As you unlocked the door, your old life greeted you. There wasn't much left really, as you had inhabited Kylo's space for the past months. You had thought maybe...maybe he was changing- that he would one day tell you how he felt? Yeah right, you thought, as you walked in, flopped down on the bed, and stared at the ceiling. Looking around you, a chair sat to your left, with a window showing the view of a million stars outside. A bathroom and dresser to your right, emptied of all your items. Not that you had any in the first place, but Kylo had spoiled you as of recent.

You couldn't stop thinking about him. His face when he saw your tears. The way he had yelled at you nonstop. The fact that he didn't seems to care.

In the dimly lit room, shadows danced across the walls like haunting specters. Suddenly feeling cold, you huddled beneath the covers of your bed. The air was thick with silence, now broken only by the muffled sobs that racked your body. Your fingers clutched at the sheets, the fabric twisted and knotted in fists of despair. With each passing moment, the tears fall harder, faster, until you couldn't breath. You gasped, shuddered, and with a pounding headache, went to sleep, soiled clothes and all.

Unbeknownst to you, Kylo stood near your door, listening to your sobs feeling...terrible. He hated hearing you cry. It filled him with disgust not in you, but now in himself. For making you feel this way. And through the Force, he heard your thoughts, the desperate calls to be openly loved that Kylo had so valiantly ignored. He thought to wake you, but instead headed back to his quarters.

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The next morning, at 6 am sharp, you woke up with solid determination. You were going to show him you weren't pathetic, worthless...disgusting. You were always soft, especially in comparison to him, but you weren't pathetic. Or at least you hoped so.

As you headed to the mirror, you jumped at your reflection. That wouldn't do. You would also have to make it work with the meager amount of supplies at hand, but you could do it. After opting a shower to the refresher, so you could use scented soaps and lotions, you blow dried you hair, and styled it to the best of your ability. "Not too bad," You thought to yourself as you brushed on mascara and lip balm. "Nothing crazy" you told yourself, but betrayed your thoughts as you opted for a smaller sized uniform.

Exiting your room, you felt misery and despair inside of you, but at least you looked like you had it together. Making your way down to the control center of the Supremacy took quite a while, it being a literal Mega Class Dreadnought ship, but it gave you time to think. Think of what you were going to say to him. You could apologize. You could pretend nothing happened. You could act all mushy and touchy. Or just ignore him completely.

You decided to just fuck it and ball. Walking into the room, the control center hummed with the usual tension that permeated the First Order's headquarters. The air was thick with the weight of strategic discussions and the ever-present rivalry among its officers.

Then you saw him. The air seemed to crackle with electricity as he moved, his presence commanding attention. You had always been drawn to the enigmatic power he exuded, and despite the fight, that magnetic pull remained intact. You were immediately waved over by General Hux, and as you walked over to a control table in the very front of the room, getting closer, you regretted your decision. The mask, the robes...everything about him was just huge. Intimidating. Compared to your scantily dressed body, he looked like he could envelope you whole. Maybe you wanted him to.

Deciding to play with him a little, you boldly stood next to Hux, leaning over to look at the schematics on the table so Kylo had direct view of you. Though the mask concealed his emotions, you could sense the internal turmoil beneath it. He was distracted, and you knew why.

Hux sighed and rolled his eyes, in classic fashion. He was never one for your machinations, but continued explaining the mission at hand, obviously annoyed. You didn't bother listen, opting to shift around in a way that made Kylo's fists clench.

At what seemed like the end of the brief, Hux tiredly asked "So we'll need an Admiral or Commander to volunteer for this mission. As I know both of you do not care in the least so I will just-" You cut him off. "I'll do it." Both Kylo and Hux turned towards you, silent. "But you never do anything-" The General retorted. You roll your eyes. "Shut up Hux. I'm going." The redhead sputtered. "But-you... -You don't even care! Ever!" "Ok well, I'm a Commander, and I'm going," You spat, not bothering to glance at Kylo, who hadn't moved an inch in the last minute. You stormed away, but not before hearing Hux call "Don't screw this up Commander," and scoffing.

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It wasn't going well. You had overpowered the Rebel base, which was somewhat pitiful, but managed to get a blaster wound to the side which was currently steaming in a way that did not look safe. Most of your troops had made it through, save the couple of troopers who'd been shot here and there. The masks made it harder to remember they were human, people on the inside. Limping back to your ship, you woozily asked Hux to make someone check the surrounding areas for stragglers as you slumped into the seat, adrenaline still preventing you from feeling the full pain of your wound.

Setting the TIE on autopilot, slowly coming back to reality, you looked down to the left of your torso. You had almost dodged the blast, the wound cauterized by the superheated plasma, leaving a sizzling, blackened mark on your flesh. Smoke rose from the wound, carrying with it the acrid scent of burnt fabric and singed skin. The pain intensified with each passing second, as if a red-hot poker has been driven into your side.

You clenched your teeth, trying to stifle a scream, as you grasped at the wound. Your fingers came away slick with your own blood, which oozed from the wound and trickled down your side. The ride was short. Only 30 minutes at full speed. You could probably..maybe hold on. You busied yourself coating the wound with Bacta spray, which took most the time, considering the fact that every movement made your side burn and sting like never before.

After successfully applying the antiseptic, you started to see the giant that was the Supremacy. It slowly appeared as a behemoth of steel and darkness, adorned with the stark, angular design characteristic of First Order aesthetics you had come to be so familiar with. You were on course, but you'd have to manually land the plane. "Oh for Kriffs sake" you muttered to yourself, trying to figure out how you were even alive.

You painstakingly moved your right arm to the control panel, and started the descent, aiming for one of the many hangars. It seemed to take forever, but with a final, skillful maneuver, you brought the ship to a shaky landing on the hangar deck. The ship's landing struts had absorbed the impact, but the screech of metal against metal reverberated through the hangar.

You all but fell out of the fighter, letting out a strained "I'm aight-" before collapsing into the arms of medical personnel, whom immediately transported you to the medical wing.

Not known to you, the second of your arrival, Kylo was storming down the hall, looking menacing as ever. Although he looked same as ever, on the inside, his emotions swirled inside of him. He was freaking out. He powered through the med bay, drawing terrified looks from doctors and patients alike, not stopping until he found your room.

He ripped the door open, all calm was lost. "Is she alright?" He boomed, modified voice scaring the living daylights out of the doctors and nurses surrounding you. "S-Sir, erm-Commander we think she'll most likely survive with minor s-setback" A doctor answers, inspecting the wound as to not have to face Ren.

He sat down on a chair, further terrifying the staff with his presence. "She'd better," Kylo fumed, prepared to annihilate the staff over anything. He didn't know what made him feel like this, but he was prepared to wait days for you to awake. And wait he did.

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It was early morning. You had just woken up, not in the Med Bay, but... in his room. He was already awake, looking at you with those deep brown eyes. You looked around, surveying the surroundings. You were wearing his sleep clothes, all too big on you, hair smelling freshly washed. You had an IV hooked up to your arm, and the stiff bandage across your torso chafed against delicate skin.

"I'm sorry" He uttered, quietly. "I said those things, and I... shouldn't have. I'm sorry. I don't- feel like that about you. I think you're.." He trailed off. He'd never said sorry before. You didn't know how to react.

Looking at him, caring for you in your injury made you frown. "Why do you- why do you care?"

"Here, lay down. Have some soup." He nudged you gently, positioning pillows behind your head. You were so shocked, you almost forgot your previous question. "Wait, but why are you doing this?" You whisper, voice hoarse.

"Because I love you"

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jinx-xxed · 4 months ago

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Beautiful Thing Caged

Chapter 2; You’re wrong but you’re right

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A/N; We made it to part 2 guys let’s go!! Next chapter will be more fun I hope T_T definitely struggled a bit with this one

⇦ Part 1

Part 3 ⇨

Summary; You dive headfirst into trying to learn more about this beast-man you’ve been assigned to. You didn’t expect for things to run so deep.

Content; Werewolf AU, modern AU, werewolf Kylo Ren, human reader, scientist reader, soulmates, lots of research and sciencey things, blood testing, Kylo acts like a smartass, reader’s over him already

[Each chapter will have specific content warnings.]

Wc; 4.1k

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Your head slips from where it’d been resting on a closed fist. You barely catch yourself in time before you slam face first into the table beneath you. You’d been dozing off again, something you find yourself doing more and more as sleep escapes you night after night. You straighten your posture, groaning as you stretch your limbs out to try and wake them back up. Your laptop sits open and on in front of you, fifteen tabs open at the top—each one more incomprehensible than the last. Wolf-man hybrids, wolf shifter, wolf man, man wolf, what do I do when a weird guy is locked up against his will by a secret government agency??, wolf man illegal topic, guy with wolf ears and tail… That last one gave you some less than desirable results that you’d rather forget.

When you aren’t at the Agency, you find yourself in the town’s local library. It’s a rather large building for the size of your town, which you’re grateful for, so it’s been very easy for you to seclude yourself in your research in the past two weeks. It’s the same every day; the receptionist greets you as you walk in, you beeline for the back of the first floor, and you take the first empty table you see. Then you grab whatever books might be helpful and scatter them all around yourself and your laptop, which you’ve done now.

You grab a new handful every time, seeing if anything can help you at all. So far you’ve come up empty. You started with the basics, reading books about wolves and their behavior just to refresh and learn more about them, then a simple human biology textbook, then you tried myths and legends and folklore books, flipping through them and studying any diagrams you were provided with. You saw more than a few that were under the umbrella of beast-men, things that stood on two legs and were covered in grisly fur and muscle. When you compared those images to the man that’s been occupying your head, they just didn’t match. He’s more man than beast, a fact that’s been haunting you.

You wish he would talk to you. You’d spent the last two weeks sitting in that white observation room, watching him and what he does in silence that was only broken by the clicking of your keyboard and occasionally talking to yourself. Hell, you still didn’t even know if he actually could speak or not. He didn’t give you much of a chance to figure it out, and you didn’t have a partner or anybody to bounce ideas off of. Hux had threatened you enough about telling anyone else about your studies.

You sigh harshly and dig the heels of your palms into your eyes, making yourself see stars. Focus. You lean in a little more against the table, bringing your laptop closer so you can type something in. Your research had led you to a small, online forum consisting of people that seemed to be looking into the same things you are—real life human-beast hybrids, not just the myths. When you’d discovered it a day ago, it’d seemed like your saving grace. The people in it didn’t seem very active anymore, but you’d sent a message, a hopeful shot in the dark. You’re delighted to see a notification in your inbox from the forum. You honestly hadn’t expected a response, your hopes having been dashed so many times you didn’t dare get them up again.

Your original message had been simple, just an introduction under a fake name and a vague question about if anybody knew something about wolf-man beasts. Somebody by the user of JHunter12 responded.

You: Hello, I’m new here! I’ve been working on a research project for school and got stumped. I was wondering if you guys could help? It’s about wolf-man hybrids, like a man having actual wolf ears and a tail and all that. I just can’t seem to find very much on them.

JHunter12: Yeah I know plenty about them. The term you’re looking for is lycanthrope. People don’t talk about them much anymore after they went basically extinct.

Your heart leaps into your throat at this new information. You suddenly feel wide awake. That simple message gave you more information than you’d gotten in the past two weeks of your research. You open a sixteenth tab and copy the term the user had said and sure enough, a whole page popped up. You couldn’t help yourself from grinning, looking at the wolf hybrids you saw on your screen. None of them exactly matched your subject, but this is by far the closest you’ve gotten. Scrolling down, you see a couple articles from years ago about the mutation, or what they call a “disease”. You switch tabs back to the forum, your mind stuck on the last word they’d said.

You: Extinct?

You’re shocked at how quickly they respond.

JHunter12: Yup. Happened like 100 years ago or something. Lycans used to live with normal people no problem until governments decided it actually was a problem once they started mixing too much and a bunch of hybrid babies were popping up. People started going on man hunts like crazy and the government just let it happen, sometimes ordered it themselves. Took their numbers down to basically zero. Wolf populations struggled cuz of it too, everybody thought every normal wolf was a Lycan even though there’s obvious differences. It was a massacre. Awful stuff.

JHunter12: The government tries to cover it up by making it really hard to search for and not letting anybody talk about it. Only reason I ever found out is cuz my great grandpa was one of those hunters. He killed multiple of them. Now I spend most of my time researching them and finding out whatever I can. I’m glad someone else is also interested.

You sit there staring at your screen for a minute, rereading the messages a good few times. You had no idea that there’d been an extinction campaign against the very thing that sat about a forty-five minute drive away in an underground cell. It made you feel sick. It also explained why you’d struggled so much to find any information until now. Even working at a government agency, you knew nothing about this. You wonder if any of your superiors knew, or if they were in the dark like you were. It’s all very strange.

You: Wow I did not expect that at all. Thank you so much for all of your insight, you have no idea how much this has helped me.

Jhunter12: Of course. If you have any more questions, feel free to ask.

You shut your laptop quickly, irrationally fearful that you’ve learned a lot of things you shouldn’t have and you don’t want anyone else seeing. You look out the window near you, the sun having begun to set. The library will be closing soon, which means it’s time for you to pack up. You quickly put away all the books you had scattered about, shove everything into your backpack, and make your way out with a muttered goodbye to the receptionist.

Walking out of that library, even though you have so much new information to research, you can feel that sleep is finally going to come easily to you tonight.

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You researched as much as you could when you’d gotten home, fascinated by how much you were finding now compared to the barren wasteland you had before. The person on the forum had been correct, there was almost nothing you could find about the eradication of lycanthropes; the few articles you did manage to dig up were buried deep within Google’s results, clearly not wanting to be found easily. None of them were very specific, but when they were put together, they created a fuller picture. When you put in the right keywords and followed enough secondary links, you even managed to find a few small studies from years and years ago.

Lycans lived like any other person, they had the same diets, human habits, same intelligence, they just had a genetic mutation. Nobody seems to be sure where it originated from or what exactly caused it—there’s plenty of religious theories—but blood samples showed a mixture of wolf and human intricately tied together. Autopsies revealed other strange mutations within the body that allowed them to shift between a human form and a quadrupedal wolf form. When in the wolf form, they were unable to talk but could still convey communication through retained human intelligence. It was all so interesting.

Reading through stories of the Lycan Massacre on the other hand, was devastating. There was so much hatred thrown at these people who had no say in how they were born, who had families and whole lives ahead of them. Hunted down and killed just because of misunderstandings and misplaced fear—farmers thinking Lycans killed their livestock, townspeople seeing things in the woods, general irrationality and hysteria. All of the Lycans were taken out and it’s assumed that any who managed to escape live out their days in total secrecy or as wild animals. If they’re discovered, well… you have proof of what happens to them.

Walking in to work the next day, you have a bit of a spring in your step. You finally managed to sleep, and you have a document that’s about twelve pages long and full of your research sitting on your laptop. You feel like you’re finally getting somewhere, like you’ll finally have something worthwhile to submit to Hux instead of hourly play by plays of how many times your subject moved his legs.

You walk down the halls, you give a courtesy nod to whoever you pass, you get into the elevator. You go down, down, down, all the way to the twentieth floor where you walk through more sterile, white hallways. There’s been a few additions to this floor, a few new experiments. They aren’t your concern though, you don’t have clearance to look at them, just like no one else has clearance to look at yours. Speaking of which, your badge gives you that lovely beep and then you’re through the door.

The beast-man immediately snaps to attention once you enter. It’s the same routine every day, where you’ll come in and he’ll study you, those undeniably pretty brown eyes always finding yours and communicating something you can’t quite understand. It always feels like there’s something on the edge of your mind when you look at him, but you can’t get a hold of it despite your efforts.

His chains rattle as he moves from where he’d been lying on his cot, which has now been upgraded to a bigger size thanks to your persistence. You went to Hux and asked him to put in a request for more enrichment and comforts within your subject’s cell on the basis that “it would improve research results”. A lie at the time, but you have noticed he seems more engaged and at ease with the extra blankets, pillows, and padding on the floor. You also met with the nutritionist so that he isn’t just eating raw meat day after day.

You notice his held tilt as you walk in. He sees the change in your demeanor, wonders what it could be for. His tail twitches behind him. “Good morning.” You say out of habit, even though you know he won’t say anything back. You often end up talking to yourself when you’re with him, filling the empty space with whatever’s on your mind just to get it out. He seems to listen rather intently and oddly enough, your voice also seems to calm him. It encourages you to keep going.

You set a few of your things on the ground. “I’ll be back in an hour or two. I have a few tests to run.” He watches you intensely as you head towards a door to your right, his body leaning forward to follow you. You shiver as goosebumps rise along your skin.

There’s blood samples waiting for you in the lab. They’d been taken in the dead of the morning and were prepped for processing, one of your coworkers on this project having let you know via email. They also let you know that those samples were not easy to get and required more than a few rounds of sedatives. Apparently, your subject had been able to smell the sedatives in his food and refused to eat so they had to do it the hard way. You can only imagine how much of a struggle that must’ve been.

You sigh and pull out one of the rolling chairs, using it to wheel around the lab room to get everything ready. Turning on the microscope, preparing the blood vials and testing strips, the glass slides, your notes. You start with a blood smear, the smear just a little wonky because you’ve never been able to get it perfect. You shake it to dry it—your least favorite part—and then slip it under the microscope. You take a minute to adjust it correctly, to get the image to come clearly through the lens. When you finally get it, you see all the little red blood cells come into focus. You move the slide around with the knobs of the microscope, inspecting carefully. You scribble things down on a notepad you have next to you that you’ll put in to your laptop later. Everything seems perfectly normal; no malformed cells, regular cell counts, and just all around healthy blood. That’s good to see.

Now to test something you’re far more curious about. You prepare all the reagents and machinery you’ll need for obtaining a DNA sample through blood, and then get to work on separating it from the rest of the blood sample. With the high tech of the First Order Agency, it’s able to cut down the wait time on a DNA blood test significantly from a few days to only a little over an hour. While working, you think about how much easier this would’ve been if you could’ve just gotten a swab of the inside of his mouth. Having seen those fangs though, you were not keen on trying to get one.

You wait for the final step of the testing to be finished, deciding to put in all your notes in the meantime. Hux will probably groan as soon as he sees your long, long document in his inbox. Once the test is done, you eagerly roll your chair over and start transferring the results. They come to you in the forms of graphs and charts, detailing the intricacies of his DNA and general ancestry that you aren’t really concerned about—he does have a good amount of German in him though. You’re more interested in what makes up his DNA and sure enough, you find it. On the second page, there’s a sector for anomalies noted within the coding. The one that takes up the most space is labeled under the Canis lupus family, making up about 51%. The other 49% is Homo sapien, as expected. So those studies online were correct, the DNA of Lycans is an almost perfect mix of wolf and human.

“Fascinating,” you mutter to yourself, feeling like you’re on cloud nine with all the new information you’ve been able to gather just in the last twenty-four hours. You’re finally getting somewhere.

You transfer the charts to your laptop and attach them to your document before beginning to clean up. You put in what needs to go in the autoclave, you toss the glass slides, and you make sure to sterilize everything. Before you leave the lab, you can’t help but hesitate. Your eyes slide to your right, where there’s another door. You know that door will lead to a hallway that’ll bring you to his cell. Bring you inside. The thought lasts for about a second before you dismiss it as you being insane.

The beast-man perks up again as you finally enter back into the observation room. You settle yourself in your usual spot on the floor, a comfortable distance away from him. “Sorry that took a little longer than expected. I was just testing your blood. Everything looked great.” You tell him. He doesn’t seem all that bothered either way. It amuses you.

You study him for a while, just like you always do. You watch how he moves, how he looks at you, how he inspects his dinner so carefully—definitely paranoid after the other workers tried to put sedatives in there. You’re glad to see his meal is a mixture of both raw and cooked meats, along with vegetables and fruits. You’d written to the nutritionalists to tell them what kind of meat he didn’t like based on your studies as well, so they no longer included those. He seems much more eager to eat with the new variety and it makes you happy.

He settles again afterwards, lounging around and staring at you. You work on your observation logs, inputting information, organizing it… it’s all a very familiar pattern. One you’ve grown accustomed to throughout the entirety of your-

“Kylo.”

You jolt, nearly jumping out of your own skin. Your head shoots up, brows deeply furrowed in confusion. Who…? You look towards the beast-man, whose intense eyes meet yours not a second later. Surely not?

But you watch as he speaks with a voice deep and rich. “My name is Kylo. Kylo Ren.”

You stand up so abruptly that your laptop falls to the ground with a clank and you stumble over your feet. “You can talk?!”

He squints at you. “Yes, of course I can. Are you stupid?”

You’re excitement deflates a little, an annoyed frown settling on your mouth. So his first words he says to you are mean, great. You push past that. “Why didn’t you say anything sooner?” You think about how much you’ve talked to yourself around him while he understood every word and just chose not to speak. You feel embarrassment sizzle under your skin.

He sniffs. “I didn’t like you.”

“If you’re just going to be rude then feel free to go back to not speaking.” You say through gritted teeth.

“I feel that you can’t get on me for being rude when I’m the one locked in a cell.” He points out, shifting his body to sit facing you with his legs crossed. “I only speak now because it seems you’re trustworthy. I believe you don’t want to do this either.”

You falter at his words, at the way he’s able to see through you so easily. It’s like all those hours he’s spent staring at you was really just him reading you, gathering information of his own. You try to make some excuse. “Well I… it’s just a job.”

He hums. “I can see that you care too much, though. It eats through you. That’s why I decided to trust you.”

You don’t know what to think of his analysis, of him basically taking your thoughts from your head and laying them out before you. You sigh through your nose and sit back down on the ground. “Okay… well… would I be able to ask you some questions, Kylo?”

He seems delighted by you saying his name, his ears perking atop his head and his tail giving the smallest twitch. His head tilts to the left. “Go ahead. I’ll answer what I want to.”

“I figured.” You mutter. You pull your laptop back to you, opening a voice note to record. You press start. “Alright… let’s start with the basics. How old are you?”

“I think 29.”

You cock a brow at that but continue on. “What are you?”

“You’ve done enough research to know that.”

You sigh again, heavier this time. “Please just answer.”

“A werewolf.”

That’s a new term you haven’t really heard before. You saw it once or twice while researching; it seems to be a modern word to describe what Kylo is. Older reports preferred to use the more common, scientific term of Lycan. “Okay, and where are you from?”

“That’s what I’m trying to figure out.”

You lift your head, confusion on your face. “What?”

“I don’t know where I’m from.” Kylo says. “I was taken from my home as a child, because of what I am. The man that took me wanted me for my strength and potential to bring him money.” You can see how his eyes glisten with pain from the memory. Perhaps that’s what all his scars are from.

“Who is he?” You ask.

“It doesn’t matter. I killed him.” He says it so bluntly, as if there’s nothing to it. Like he didn’t just admit to a heinous crime that would no doubt get him killed in no time. “Although, he did exactly what you all do. He studied me, ran his tests. Kept me in a cage.”

You shrink under the accusatory tone even though you know none of this is your fault. You clear your throat. “What happened after you… killed him?”

“I had nowhere to go. I stayed as a wolf, it was easier. It’s been years.” He says, right ear twitching against his hair. You catch on to his words, on to anything he gives you that’ll improve your research. So he can turn into a wolf… that must’ve been what that first report you got of him had been based on. “I wanted to go back home, but that man affected my memory. He took me halfway across the continent. But it’s coming back now, I can feel it. I know where I need to go.”

“You do? Could you explain that?” You ask, a little too eager.

“It’s not something to explain.” He snaps. “It’s just… something leading me in the right direction. I was close before I got caught here.” He’s angry about that, you can see it in the way his brows furrow and his fists clench. You understand him, if you’d been within reach of your goal after years of work and then it got ruined, you’d be pissed.

Then he looks to you. “That’s why I need your help.”

“Wh- me?” You splutter. “How would I help you?”

“You’re smarter than that.” Kylo taunts. He’s right, you know exactly what he means, but you don’t like it. “Get me out of here. Help me get home. You know you don’t want to see me in here.”

“Quit assuming you know me. I’m here to do a job, that’s all this is. I can’t give up my entire livelihood just to break you out.” You say roughly.

He leans towards you, big black tail swishing against the floor behind him. “But you feel it, don’t you? Something deeper.”

For a moment, you don’t know what he means. But then something inside you seems to click, and you recall that first day you saw him. When you’d met his eyes, and you’d felt that tug. A tug that came from some higher plane, a thing you had no control over. It made you feel right when you were near him but then felt wrong when you weren’t, like when you’d gone home and a new type of loneliness you’d never experienced before had consumed you. You’d chalked it up to just stress from the new assignment, and that’s exactly what you’ll do now. You have no idea what it could mean and despite your job, you don’t have an interest in finding out. Kylo smirks at you knowingly and you realize you haven’t dealt with someone this aggravating for a while.

You press stop on the voice note. “I think that’s about it for today.” You shove all your things in your bag, being less than gentle. You stand as the lights begin to dim for the evening, turning towards the door.

“Wait.”

You stop, even though it’s probably against your best interest. You twist your head to look back at Kylo.

“Don’t send them that recording.” He says. He doesn’t explain himself, he feels like he doesn’t have to. He knows you’ll understand. You hate that he’s right. You hesitate for a second, debating on whether to give him a response. You can’t promise you’ll do anything—this project would benefit heavily from it being known that he can speak and communicate but… it’ll probably only bring him harm. You want to slam your head into something. If you knew this damn assignment would cause so many conflicting ideas and emotions, you wouldn’t have accepted it. You rip open the door without saying a word to him.

When you get home that night, in the dimness of your living room with only the light of your laptop, you delete the voice note.

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mooreaux · 6 months ago

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For Hux I know you've shown us how he'd react to being touched for the first time,but what about resting or sleeping together? Even if there's a blanket to divide how would he react to a loved one wanting to cuddle him? (I can already see how it might go down, but he deserves so much 🤧)

wouldn't even consider it with a non-warden.

With a warden, he would be immediately adverse to the idea. Even if you'd already held hands or had contact, he would still worry immensely about the prospect of contamination or sickness. His nightmares are full of the taint's song and images of you coughing up ichor and covered in black veins.

However, he could be convinced and soothed enough to give it a shot.

Husk would not sleep that first night. No way. He'd lay there, feeling vulnerable and poisonous, staring at the ceiling, trying to touch you as little as possible. If you rolled over and wrapped your arms around him, it would probably feel like hugging a rock.

However, given enough time and proof that sharing a bed with him did not, in fact, get you sick, he will warm up to the concept. Frighteningly so. He will struggle to sleep for a different reason entirely; he's so caught up in the warmth of your body next to his. The softness of your skin and the way you make yourself vulnerable with him, even though everything in you should say to run screaming. He'd anticipate sleep, perhaps even look forward to it *gasp* and eventually actually sleep, too.

Thank you so much for this ask!! I love writing about our romanceable darkspawn 🥰

Husk Lore tag

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hux-and-gay · 28 days ago

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I used to do this thing where I would take a list of characters that I liked (such as Star Wars characters) and then I would take a list of roles from a musical. Then I would get a random generator and use that generator to randomly select the characters I had chosen and cast them as random roles in the musical. As if they were being forced to play those characters and I had no control over who they were cast as.

Things could get pretty hilarious. you could have something like Han gets cast as the spouse of Vader and C3PO gets cast as their child.

So I thought I had never really done it with the sequels characters so I decided why not? I did it With Hamilton because that’s a musical most people know but I could do other ones in the future. It turned out even funnier then I could possibly have imagined.

Now without further ado

HAMILTON BUT PURE CHAOS

Our Star of the show is none other the Snoke

And who is his rival that will eventually best him in a duel sending him to his death?

Princess Leia Organa! And honesty? Good for her. (All the extras are storm troopers)

Now who is the famous, Faboulous, Marquis De Lafayette…. it’s Pryde… ugh

Suddenly Lafayette is no longer cool

Now who are Snoke and Pryde’s Besties? Phasma is now Laurence (so she dies 😔) and Kylo is Mulligan, honestly I can see him as mulligan

So this friend group is just the first order? Good to know

Now who is the responsible, put together, and not reckless at all, general to lead them all?

It’s Han Solo playing George Washington! So in character right? Now he’s Snoke’s mentor and president of the United States… interesting

But there’s always a loyalist so who gets to be my beloved Samuel Seabury?

Armitage Hux! I was actually very happy with this paring I literally a wrote a parody to farmer refuted from Hux’s POV a few weeks ago, it’s just so funny

Now who is the King that Hux is so graciously supporting, the antagonist of the whole story? Well it’s none other then Poe Dameron, everyone’s favorite imperialist

And of course Snoke still needs more enemies, so who is the incompetent general that sucks so bad he gets left behind?

Charles Lee is now Luke Skywalker! “I’m a general WEEEEEE” But I mean hey man not everyone can say they got shot by Phasma in a duel.

and of course we can’t forget Snoke’s big act 2 rival Thomas Jefferson who is being played by none other then C3PO!

and Jefferson is nothing without his best friend James Madison played by Dopheld Mitaka!

Honestly this one is a pretty good casting

Now here’s where it gets interesting… if it hasn’t already…

The Schuyler Sisters

Yeah you saw that right, forget Angelica Eliza and Peggy, Now we have Palpatine Rey and Finn! So that not only makes them sisters but it also means that Snoke and Rey are married and have children which is a terrifying thought

And not only that but it also means that Snoke and Palpatine were in love but Palpatine let him marry his sister instead but they still continue their emotional affair through the letters they send to eachother

Aren’t snoke and Palpatine basically the same person technically???? I guess they have a type

but of course, we can’t forget the Schuyler sisters wonderful father Philip, oops sorry I meant Thanisson

so yes somehow Thanisson is the father of Palpatine Rey and Finn. Makes sense? No? Perfect, moving on

Speaking of Philip, Snoke and Rey’s Aforementioned child of the same name, is now being played by Rose Tico

Which means, as you can see in this photo here, she dies in her duel with George Eacker. But who might you ask is George Eacker?

It’s BB-8 of course!

Because BB-8 decided to shit talk snoke he got in a duel with Rose, and won. BB-8 kills rose.

Now there’s something missing, we all know the story, Snoke can’t stay faithful to his wife. so who is the poor soul that has to play Mariah Reynolds? A woman being used by her husband to extort snoke by having her keep up an affair with him?

It’s Cardinal, I’m so sorry. He isn’t prepared for this 😭 this image is so cursed. Funny enough though Maria is known for wearing red.

Anyway who is Cardinal’s manipulative husband who is blackmailing snoke?

It’s Brendol Hux, James Reynolds is Brendol Hux. I’m so sorry Cardinal but this is perfect casting. Truly and ass hole in every universe

and of course who is the doctor that is just trying to keep shit together through this whole play? BEHOLD THE MIGHTY GONK!

(I couldn’t find any pictures on Google of the doctor)

If you got this far, I hope you enjoyed it and are severely disturbed!!! Let me know if you’re interested in me doing more.

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kaminokatie · 11 months ago

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Star Wars Masterlist

FICS:

Darth Maul:

You - One. 🌶️

Anakin Skywalker:

Is This Love. 🌶️

Baby-Trapping. 🌶️

Obi-Wan Kenobi:

Is This Love. 🌶️

Jango Fett:

Simple Pleasures. 🌶️

Kylo Ren:

Feelings. 🌶️

Headcannons:

Anakin Skywalker:

General Dating. 🌶️

Obi-Wan Kenobi:

General Dating. 🌶️

Armitage Hux:

General Dating. 🌶️

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starlightsearches · 1 year ago

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Congratulations on your milestone! 🎉 I’d like to request Track 1 with Armitage Hux please 😊

Drowning

Track 1 - Crimson and Clover by Tommy James and the Shondells: Give me a character and I’ll write a short blurb or headcanons on how they would pine for you.

General Hux x F! Reader / 📼 ✨ mixtape milestone ✨ 📼

Thanks for the request, bestie!

This is kind of a continuation of this one shot I did forever ago, but you can read it independently! Warnings for some allusion to sexual content and language. Let me know what you think!

Armitage is surprised you're not in his quarters.

And then he's disappointed.

He has no right to either emotion—you were given your own rooms for a reason. Still, he'd become accustomed to your presence in his sitting area every evening, or warming his bed when he returned late.

The way a wife should.

But your relationship isn't that typical of a marriage, no matter what Armitage had first hoped for or envisioned. It was a childish idea that started him on the path, even if there were other, more logical, benefits that solidified his decision.

There's no logic in the way he's waiting for you to appear.

Half-stripped of his uniform, he wanders into the refresher, listless. Desperate to keep his head clear of the worst of his thoughts.

But you would never care for him. You'd float through his spaces and on his arm dutifully, the way you'd promised him in your vows, and give him nothing more. And he's not capable of a relationship that would involve anything more.

There'd be no fondness or gentle touches for somebody like him, with a repulsive exterior and worse soul.

You couldn't love him. Ever. He should give up on any hope of that now.

The water's cold from the sink, the way he likes it, pressing handfuls of it against his tired eyes, letting it drip down his neck and soak the collar of the thin shirt he wears beneath his uniform.

The sound of water grows louder, deeper—a heavy swish instead of a light trickle.

And then your voice, not imagined this time, though he often heard you when he was alone.

"I didn't think you would be back so soon."

Armitage whirls clumsily, and feels stupid for doing so, the edge of the counter biting into his palm where it lands.

Oh fuck.

The bathtub in his refresher is deep, and large, and never used—Hux could hardly find the time to lie down, let alone soak in a bath—so it's strange for him to see it full.

It's strange, despite its deepness, and the milky quality of the water that floods the air with the smell of flower petals and salt, how much of your skin he can see.

Hair hanging damp around your face, the water just kisses at the slopes of your shoulders, caressing your body in ways he's only dreamed of doing.

Hux means to speak, but all the air in his lungs comes out in a huff. Tongue brushing over his lips, he can taste the fragrance in the air.

Almost like it's you he's tasting.

Your head bows. His silence has spoken before he's had the chance, and now he's offended you. Again.

"I'm sorry," you tell him, swilling the water between your fingers, "I should have asked before I used—"

"No—" he interrupts you, hardly a whisper, but you defer to him as always. Hux wonders what it will take to stop you from fearing him.

"There's no need for permission," he continues, and then trails off weakly, unsure of how to put words to the rest of his thoughts. Afraid you could see all of it on his face—thinking about how the fabric of his trousers would pull heavily at his skin if he slipped into the water with you, if he'd even be able to find the curves of your hips or thighs in the water's depths.

He is willing to drown himself trying.

Your tongue runs smoothly over your lips, folding in between your teeth, "Oh. Thank you."

He's got nothing else to say—no words that will make their way out, at the very least—trying not to stare but incapable of looking anywhere but you. Your soft eyes. The slope of your nose. Your lips.

He notices the way they move around your next words, although the sound is drowned out by the rush of blood in his ears. Probably for the best—it stops his gaze from traveling anywhere lower.

You're waiting for a response, but Hux can't give you one, cheeks burning. "What?"

The word comes out more snappish than it should. So off-kilter and so unused to feeling that way, he reacts on instinct, all of which are sharp and biting.

"Sorry, could you?" you point a hand in the direction of the counter, and the fluffy black towel that rests on it, "then I'll be out of your way."

"Of course," he responds, connecting the dots as quick as he can manage when his thoughts are so wild.

Hux ventures as close as he dares, passing the towel to you from a distance, like he might be sucked into the sweet water and your sweeter embrace if he gets too close.

You take it from him without touching him, and he's glad for it. Hux can barely keep on his feet with the soft smile you wear. Your skin on his would certainly be too much.

It's a sweet moment—one of few he's managed not to fuck up completely.

Until your expression falters, teeth caught on your lip. Hux has no idea what he's done to cause your discomfort this time.

"I'll just . . ." you start to slip from the water, and then it hits him, hard, like a punch to the gut.

A surprised grunt escapes Hux's chest, and he turns back toward the mirror, eyes shut tight to offer you some privacy. Nails cutting lines in the palms of his hands.

You would have let him see you. Would have stood bare before him as the rivulets of water traversed your body, would have let him watch, maybe even let him feel. Would have let his palms take in the softness of your skin, instead of the bite he feels now.

And Hux knew this already. No doubt you've been instructed to be a good wife from a time before you were old enough to listen—to offer yourself to your husband, to make yourself available whenever your he desires.

But would you? He feels there's a distinct possibility. And maybe even a possibility you'd want to.

A soft cough interrupts his thoughts, and he takes that as a sign to turn around, finding you with a towel wrapped tight around your body.

You fiddle with the edge of it, shyly meeting his eyes.

"Will I be seeing you in there?"

Your words are stilted, punctuated with pauses like you're picking around landmines—too shy to even say the word bed.

It's a fair question. Even on nights you stay in his quarters, you usually sleep alone.

He wants to say yes. Wants to so badly he feels it bubbling up in his chest.

"I- no," Hux says instead, tamping down the hope inside him. Not when the control he holds over his body is on such a tenuous string.

Your lips press tighter before you wish him good night. He's not sure if it's relief he see's in your features, or something else.

He hopes it was something else.

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noiriarti · 5 months ago

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Inappropriate: Armitage Hux x Reader - Ch. 2

TW: nsfw stuff, mentions of Brendol Hux being an abusive father, mentions of canon-typical violence, mentions of masturbation and sex.

Summary: Hux has to travel to Starkiller Base to check on construction. His favorite lieutenant comes with him, but these horrible, terribly inappropriate thoughts just won't stop.

Ch. 1, [Ch. 2], Ch. 3, Ch. 4

His first, and only, kiss had been back in the Academy, the year he graduated. She was smart, pretty, fun. She should have been a perfectly good girlfriend. But she just wasn't you. And that was it. It had only ever been you.

You walked into his life with the kind of light that he hadn't realized was possible in a person. Of everyone in your year, you had been the hardest worker, and it showed in your grades. You were top of your class two years after him. But it wasn't just that. You were the kind of person who made everyone else want to be better, to be kinder. You were the kind of person his father made him think was fictional.

The first time he met you was when you came to his dorm room one night in his third year for the party his roommate was hosting as the roommate of a friend of a friend. He hadn't been doing much, nursing a cup of wine on the outskirts of some inane conversation, when your eyes met across the party. He held your gaze for a little bit too long before he broke it in a rush, heart pounding.

You were by the drinks station with a group of friends who were primarily interacting with some fourth-years. You had peeled away to grab a drink just to have something to do with your hands instead of listening to your roommates flirt. You looked across the party to find something interesting in the beat-up walls and bodies blocking the space. Your eyes landed on a tall body awkwardly scrunched up on a chair, holding a cup of something dark. He was shockingly handsome in a quiet kind of way, striking with his strong cheekbones and fiery hair. He looked uncomfortable, at best, perched on the chair like he simultaneously bored out of his mind and ready to escape at any moment. Then, he looked up and caught you staring at him. Shit. You hadn't realized his eyes were green, or deep, or that they would hold your gaze this long holy shit holy shit holy shit! He looked away.

Thank the stars, you thought, I must have looked like a complete creep ogling him. You kept your attention laser focused on the drink you were making and realized you had poured multiple shots too many into your cup while you were caught in his gaze.

In the meantime, Hux was trying to will the air back into his lungs. He had promised himself that, this year, he would be different, braver. That he'd shut up the little voice in his head that told him he was weak and scared of everything. Sometimes, in the darkest parts of the night, the voice sounded more like his father than he cared to admit. He would be rid of him. He would be free from him. Before he could think better of it, he pushed himself out of his seat. His cup was empty anyway.

He approached to your left, behind the kitchen counter, looking for a bottle of wine and a way to start a conversation. He found nothing, but just blurted out the first thing that came to mind.

"Hi, I'm Hux," he said, as nonchalantly as he could muster over the loud music and voices around him.

"Sorry, what? Hugs?" You asked, fighting the noise as you stepped closer to him.

"It's Hux," he answered, lips quirking into an attempt at a smile.

"No way anyone ever named their child that. What's your real name?" You asked, mirth filling your eyes. He should have felt like he was being teased, but your genuine smile was so warm and open that he said something he wasn't expecting.

"Armitage." His name felt foreign on his lips, something he hadn't been called in years. "What's yours?"

You introduced yourself simply, and that was that.

What Hux didn't know, though, was that you had been thinking about him since that moment. You started by comming him and asking him to study, heart pounding in your ears every time your datapad made a noise in case it would be him. You fantasized he'd suggest meeting over lunch, or dinner, or in his room, lights low and romantic. You ended up meeting in the library. It seemed like that was his favorite place as exams loomed. But you didn't mind. The walks to and from your residence hall were your favorite part, late in the moonlight watching his skin glow against the stark environment. There was a calming intimacy in those moments. He couldn't fail his exams, he confessed quietly during one of the walks, whispering it to the dark, empty streets. His father would be too angry.

Eventually, you tried to let it go. Tried to let him go, become just his friend. You started focusing more on your studies in days in the library instead of staring at him when he wasn't looking, and found yourself less nervous than you had been over caffs in the lounge of the Academy. You and your roommates had started sitting with his roommates at meals, discussing inane details of the day or classes. No matter what you did, though, you could never get past the rush of excitement when you saw him across the mess hall or when you caught him walking across the lawn. You always crushed it away in your mind, squashing the butterflies in your stomach. Sometimes, when you let your guard down, you found yourself thinking about what he would do if you just asked him out. What he would do if you told him how you felt. In the early hours of the morning, you'd catch him looking at you as the sun rose, and you'd wonder if he might have felt the same way too. Then, the moment would pass, and he'd look back down at his book, his blush, unbeknownst to you, reaching up to his ears.

The next thing you knew, he graduated, and he was gone. The Finalizer--that's where he was going. He was the best in the class, and he deserved it. The night he was scheduled to leave, you had commed him to congratulate him while you were studying for your next exam in your room. You hadn't realized the last time you studied together would be the last time ever, or you would have savored it more or something. Maybe you would have worked up the nerve to tell him something. Not that it mattered, he was leaving. You turned on some playlist of upbeat music to distract yourself in the hope that it would make you feel better. Some little noise came from outside your headphones, and you hoped it was your datapad, with him saying that you would keep in touch, or something. Anything.

But it wasn't your datapad. Then you heard it again--a knock at your dorm door. Perplexed, you opened it, to find Hux standing there, flushed, suit and tie loosened, hair out of its usual gel. He was panting like he had been running.

In truth, twenty minutes before, he was leaving some graduation event and walking home to get ready for his ship to the Finalizer, trailing behind the other graduates. His future was going to start tonight, on the way to the Finalizer, so why did he feel so empty? He achieved what he was supposed to, so why didn't he feel happy? One of the other graduates, a strikingly gorgeous woman from Arkanis who he knew vaguely through their families, trailed back to walk with him. He didn't register or remember the conversation, only that he stopped out of politeness when she reached her door. They talked about something, her plans after graduation? Or how much fun their sharpshooting class was? His mind was elsewhere, and his fingers were itching to answer the comm he got from you during the graduation gala. He couldn't bear the thought of you feeling ignored.

"Armitage," she said, to get his attention. His name sounded like just some word on his lips, not musical and precious, like when you said it. He briefly registered that she had opened the door and was standing in it, looking at him intensely.

That's when she kissed him. He knew she was getting close, but he didn't realize how close. The kiss was chaste, and felt exactly like he expected a kiss would. Just, fine. Nothing more than skin touching skin. Her hand came up to touch his cheek, and it felt nice for a moment, made him feel like less of a failure with women, but then it struck an icepick through his heart. What if kissing you would feel like this, like nothing?

He realized that the other graduate had pulled away and was looking at him expectantly. Say something say something say something.

"Uh, that was, yes," he stumbled, "Happy graduation." She looked at him like she was expecting something more, and, after a beat, she bid him a good night and closed her door. He stood there for another minute in shock, realizing how disappointing he must have been. How much of a loser he was for not even saying anything after she kissed him. A polite rejection. Or maybe she should have dated her. He didn't know. The only thought in his mind was that he wanted to see you. To see if he would only ever feel nothing. And his ship was leaving in half an hour.

Don't be a coward, the voice said. He broke out into a jog across the campus, finding your dorm quickly. He smashed the button on the lift, but it was taking too long. Stairs, right. Stairs. He rushed up them, taking them two at a time. He reached your floor, and knocked on your door. No answer. He pounded the door again, louder this time.

He tried to catch his breath. Maybe you were out. He should have commed in advance, he scolded himself, when the door opened. There you stood, out of your uniform in your sleep shirt and pants, looking so, so incredible.

He needed to know if your touch would do nothing for him. Was his heart beating this fast because of the run or was it you? He swore that you could hear it too, that you knew his embarrassment. Already, you were affecting him more than that girl ever did.

He had to tell you. Tell you everything. That he wanted to be more than your friend, that he wanted to date you and kiss you and hold you. But his mouth was dry, tight, gasping for air. Before he could think better of it, or stop himself, he crushed you in a tight, albeit slightly awkward, hug. He was warm, and he enveloped you totally with his tall frame. He had gained muscle and height since you first met him, and you had forgotten how large he had gotten. You sank into him, finally having your fantasies come true.

His skin was on fire, electric to your touch. When he felt your arms come up around his neck and shoulders to hug him back, and your skin brushed, he practically lost his mind. You made him feel things no one else could. He whispered your name in your ear.

"Please, come to the Finalizer when you graduate. Please," he begged you under his breath. Your heart picked up to a pace it hadn't in years. You knew that you were a goner. You'd follow him to the ends of the universe if he spoke to you like that. His warm body on yours was the best thing you had felt since you left your home. But he was leaving. His datapad beeped insistently at him, telling him the transport left in fifteen minutes.

"Stars, I'm sorry, I have to go. Thank you for being my," he paused, not sure what to say, "friend." And then he was off, rushing back to his room to grab his bags for the next chapter of his life.

Since that moment, feeling your body pressed up against his, he had felt filthy for the way that he wanted you. He wanted to be yours, but he also wanted you under him, screaming his name. He wanted to hear his name fall off your lips every morning as he ate you under the blankets, and he wanted your mouth on him under his desk whenever he was at work. But, more than that, he wanted the kisses after it was done. The touch of your hand in his hair, or the sweet brush of your legs as you read next to each other in bed, curled up with a cat and some good wine.

For you, it had been the first time feeling his strong arms around you. You thought about what those arms could do the same way you'd thought about his hands when they typed away at a datapad. You thought about how he smelled of mint and sandalwood as you fell asleep. Sometimes, on late nights, you thought about those moments in the library and your hand would creep into your sleep shorts. You imagined it was his fingers stroking your clit, touching you. You had a habit of mumbling his name right before and after you came into the silence of your bedroom or muffled into your hand. Armitage.

And, when you graduated--top of your class, let it be known--you requested the Finalizer. Graduation couldn't come soon enough, and when you finally sat on the ship, your heart pounded because it knew you were getting closer to him again. You felt childish for your crush sometimes, perhaps, holding onto some image of some man from two years ago. But he was about to be in front of you, about to be real again.

The Finalizer was sleek, stark, and it reminded you terribly of Armitage. You were welcomed to the bridge, and there he was. In his full uniform, which you immediately thought about taking off, he looked handsome and princely. His hair was glossed back, just like on formal events at the Academy. It was him. And when his eyes met yours, it was like being back at the party where you had met. You smiled widely at him, and his mouth was clearly trying to hold back a grin. You had kept your promise.

Since then, it had been several years of climbing up the ladder, making your way to Lieutenant, getting to be in his unit. You were a strategist, and that served you well. You wanted more late nights with him, and, by the stars, you were going to get them. But he had changed in two years, there was something sadder about him. Heavier weight sat on his shoulders, and you could tell it from the way he detached himself. He rarely called you your name, just "Lieutenant," rarely ate with the others. You told him once, in some rush of courage, that it wasn't good to be alone. He simply said he had a cat named Millicent, and that was enough. There were moments, though, where a secret smile or laugh bounced across his eyes when Mitaka did something silly, or when another officer told a joke, and you found your gazes meeting again and again.

So, when Mitaka was injured and couldn't make a mission, you volunteered. You were determined that this would be the time. You'd tell him everything. As you boarded the transport to Starkiller Base, you settled into your quarters when you got the comm.

"Shall we meet in the lounge at 1800 for a briefing on the Base? We can also get dinner, if you would like."

You rushed to start getting ready, changing into informal clothing. A simple pair of pants and a shirt that was cut to show off your collarbones and just enough cleavage to be tasteful. You let your hair down out of your military bun and dabbed on some subtle makeup.

You were going to tell him how you felt. At 1800, it was time.

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Kylo Ren is far more submissive than he likes to let on. And wouldn't it be his luck that Y/N enjoys this side of their commander.

Kylo likes to present himself as intimidating and deserving of unyielding respect. Much like his grandfather before him.

Yet he lacks the tact and emotional strength to be so. Not to mention the fact he's an omega.

Which there isn't anything inherently wrong with omegas. Yet, society tends to class them as subservient. Only good for laying on their backs and being pretty. Whining and pleading for an alpha to keep them. To make a nest and rear pups who will follow in line with the world.

Which, in turn, is only perpetuated by those who buy into such nonsense.

And yet...Kylo has fallen there while being one.

He doesn't have ruts, he has heats. He makes nests in his chambers. Collecting little trinkets to make it more inviting. To allure and keep a nice alpha. Make a family-

D I S G U S T I N G

His own biology attempting to demean his fate? To make a mockery of what his grandfather carved out? Not without a fight.

Any alpha who dares to court him will have their head bitten off. Or better yet made an example to the rest of the fleet; That biology be damned, he is their commander. He is the one who will lead them all to their greater potential!

Even when he slinks off to share a heat or two with another commanding officer. He still calls the shots.

None of it would even happen if Kylo deemed the whole ordeal a waste. So what if Hux got off to him being on his back? He was the one with control here. Kylo had the connection to Snoke, he was the one blessed to lead a new generation in the ways of the force, to show the strength of the Sith and the failings of the Jedi. He was was the one who was needed.

So why did Hux insist on keeping a frail joke of an alpha close by?

And why did he start opting out of sharing their heats together? Why entertain such a dull creature, when his future lies before him?

To say Kylo despised Y/N would be an understatement.

So color Ren surprised when one day his heat grows so strong, so rapidly, that he's forced to leave a meeting.

One with his master nonetheless...How cruel.

And how it would be his horrid luck that he runs into you nearby his chambers.

Paperwork in hand with that stupid smile plastered against your face. Greeting him with respect as you claim Hux wanted you to relay a message.

So the bastard couldn't see him now was it? And he sent his little dog to do his bidding?

And your face falters at his words...But then that egregious smile finds it's way back. Your grating voice waving his insults off as you nod towards his chambers. Saying that it's a private matter.

How Kylo wishes to tear you limb from limb. So deliberately and in such a detailed manner no one would be able to put you back together again.

But against his better judgement (damn this heat), he lets you into his chambers.

🔞 NSFW INCOMING 🔞

How did this happen?

How did it go from him growling at you, to you cooing at him, to him being arched underneath your touch?

Grunting and snapping at you to hurry. To touch him more roughly and use him to your heart's content. That he wasn't those omegas you've seen on the HoloNet late at night.

He didn't need a gentle hand. He wanted a rough one.

So, even though you're scared of the repercussions, you do as you're told. As your body tells you to do anyway...

You drag your claws along Kylo's skin. Leaving little, rough welts everywhere you touch. Digging them in, while one hand works it's way around his entrance. Finding home around a ring of muscle. Gently working it open with your fingers despite Kylo's inpatient growls.

Meeting little resistance the further you go. Yet it all seems in vain as he pushes back on your fingers and whines. Grunting as he starts to fuck himself back on you. Claiming you move far too slow for an alpha, while starting a quick and brutal pace for himself.

You can only somewhat watch in awe as your commander practically loses himself. Clawing at the black sheets underneath you both, while his thick thighs barely strain with the pace he's set. His cock, flushed deep red all the way down, jutting and throbbing right in front of you. Looking almost angry, despite the sounds that leave Ren.

You decide to help. It's the least you can do. You use your free hand and slowly run it along his length. Squeezing at the base and thrusting your fingers a little deeper. Curling them just a little-

You almost mistake the sound that leaves Kylo as a wounded animal.

Long, almost feral moans begin to leave him. Deep, needy growls mixing in as he moves even faster. Threatening to force choke you if you even think about pulling away.

But why would you? When your commanding officer looks so pretty being fucked out by your fingers. The lights in the room buzzing as his whines become dragged out. His tail thumping back on your wrist, when items around the room begin to float.

You almost don't notice them as you feel your own self grow hot in anticipation. Slick running down your thighs, as you give a little more attention to his hole.

As you curl your fingers deeper...Maybe Kylo feels another appendage enter the mix. Something wet as he feels more of your skin against his...Maybe a tongue?

Your tongue lapping at his greedy hole, while he rides the feeling. Flushed straight from his face all the way down to his chest. His body feeling so hot and full of energy just buzzing to be released.

And then you bite him. Not roughly enough for his liking, but with enough force to pull his attention.

He loses it and you feel it coming.

So you do what an assistant does best. You help.

You help as the lights shatter and you drag a firm hold up and down his shaft. Repeatedly squeezing as you match the thrusts of your fingers. Speaking of which, they move even faster, while your tongue attacks that same delicious spot for Ren.

If he screamed he'll deny it.

But he remembers when he comes down from his high. How could he not?

Your dazed, almost fucked out expression was something worth remembering.

Tags: @starlightsearches and @thembohux

Again, I know abo dynamics aren't your things respectively, but you're also the only people I know who might enjoy this 😭 If anyone wants to be tagged in future things, please let me know.

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