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itscatchyouintherye · 2 months ago

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Only if For A Night [KyloRenxReader]

Everything about him seems expensive. What really intrigues you, though, is the look in his eyes when he sees you. An AU in which you meet Sugar Daddy-esque Kylo Ren at the opera.

Climbing the marble steps of the opera house, you’re glad you brought a coat with you. The air is mild now, but you can feel that it will be chilling when the play is over. Your coat in one hand, your bag in the other, you enter the brightly lid building. Everything is white, except for the red carpets and the golden chandeliers. A friend of yours works here, and whenever a new play or opera comes on, they can get you a free ticket. You quite like it, because for a night you get to pretend you belong to all the rich and beautiful people that are currently gathering in the entrance hall.

The clicking of your heels is muffled by the thick carpets as you make your way to the box office. To not look out of place, you put on a pretty dress and some pumps. The most important thing though, you learned from your past visits, is the make-up. The right color of lipstick, combined with light eyeshadow and an expensive perfume apparently is the entry ticket to the high society sipping on champagne around you. “Hi!” The cashier enthusiastically greets you by your name. They know by now who you are and immediately hand you your ticket. “How is everything?” They ask you and you make small talk for a minute, leaning against the counter.

While you say goodbye, you see someone observing you out of the corner of your eye. When you turn to walk to the bar, you see him. Tall, broad shoulders, sharp features framed by thick, raven hair, and a black suit that fits him immaculately. His enormous hand makes the glass in his hand look ridiculously small. A silver and black watch on his wrist sparkles in the bright light of the lobby. His dark eyes pierce into you as you slowly walk towards the bar. Just when you’re about to turn your head away, he drags his eyes over your body one last time before looking back at the group of people surrounding him, saying something to the ginger man besides him that you cannot hear. Fuck, he’s handsome. You never seen him here before. His eyes had something so intriguing about them. They made you forget, for a moment, that anything but him even exists. He looked at you like he was ready to pounce you. But maybe you just wished he looked at you like that. After all, you’re the one that got wet instantly.

Throat dry, you order a drink and patiently wait for the barkeeper to mix it. You don’t dare to turn around and look in his direction again. However, you would swear you can feel his eyes on your neck right now. To distract yourself from the wild rhythm of your heartbeat, you start to read the labels of the different kinds of alcohol. As the barkeeper puts the drink in front of you, you open the zipper of your purse to get out your money. When you look up, though, there is a black credit card being held out to the barkeeper. You freeze, staring at the large hand holding it. You know who it belongs to. You can feel the warmth of his body next to you. “Make it two.” The dark voice orders. The barkeeper just nods and grabs the card. Clutching your purse hard, so that your hands don’t shake, you hesitantly turn your head to look at him. He towers over you, a smile on his lips. “Thank you.” You hear yourself say, barely conscious. “My pleasure.” Fuck. His voice turns you on. Desperate to make conversation, you ask: “Do you come here often?” His eyes dart to your lips, your cleavage, and back to your eyes. “No.” After a pause, he tells you: “Kylo Ren.” The way he says his own name makes you smile. He doesn’t say it like a name. He says it like a statement. Like it is an explanation for everything. You hold out your hand: “Nice to meet you, Mr. Ren.” He shakes your hand gently and says your name. “Right?” “Ehm- yes. How do you know?” His grasp feels really good. It’s embarrassing how bad you want him to touch you. “You’re on the guestlist.” He states, slowly letting go of your hand, his fingers grazing your palm. You still don’t understand how he knows your name... Oh. He heard you talking with the cashier. That means he saw you before you even noticed him. Damn.

The second drink is placed on the counter next to you. Ren grabs both of them and hands one to you. It’s surprising that you’re able to take it without spilling the liquor everywhere. You immediately lift it to your lips and drink a questionable amount. Ren observes you amused. Shit. You clear your throat: “Sorry.” You clink glasses with him. He gives you a nod and drinks as well, not taking his eyes of you. “You like it?” “It’s alright.” “Pff.” You empty your glass. “It’s the best.” That actually makes him chuckle. “Allow me to show you the best?” Your raise your eyebrows. He apparently takes that as a yes and orders something that sounds strong. By now, the entrance hall starts to empty as everyone slowly gets to their seats. He doesn’t seem to care, casually leaning against the bar. You see the people he talked to earlier lingering behind him. It’s all men, all in suits, looking like they came here after a meeting that involved lots of money. “Your group is waiting.” You say, pointing in their direction. Ren turns to look at them. Then he nods towards the stairs leading up to the balconies. No questions asked, they leave. “Your colleagues?” “Subordinates.” “Of course.” You grin.

The second round of drinks arrive. It’s served in tumblers and on ice. This time you’re patient enough to wait for Ren to lift his glass and clink it. You take a sip. At first you scrunch your nose at the bitter taste but then the golden liquid spreads over your tongue and fruity notes come through. “Better than I expected.” You state. He shakes his head dismissively, before telling you: “We should get inside.” “Oh. Right.” You grab your coat. You really wish you could stay a little longer. “Thank you for the drinks.” Checking your ticket, you make sure which door you need to enter. When you look back up, you see Ren still standing in front of you. “Maybe we could-“ You start but fall silent when he offers you his arm.

He is so calm and naturally about everything he does that you automatically link your arm with his and let him guide you up the stairs. He’s powerful and he fucking knows. Your hand on his upper arm, you feel his hard muscles. “Do you know the opera?” He asks nonchalantly like you didn’t only meet fifteen minutes ago. “Yes.” You nod, eyes on the stairs, scared you’ll stumble. “I saw another staging last year.” “So, you come here often?” “Pretty much, yeah. I think I saw every production of the last few years.” “Smart girl.” You almost choke. “I never sat up here though.” You don’t acknowledge his comment further. The noise you made was already too much. Ren just lets out a hum and leads you down the hallway, all the way to the balcony right at the front of the theater. Oh, God. His colleagues subordinates. This will be so awkward. They know that you two just met. That he made you fall for him within minutes, seconds, really. “Good evening, Mr. Ren.” A worker in uniform greets him and pushes the thick curtain to the balcony aside. You let out a relived sigh when you see that no one else is in the seats. “Where are the others?” You whisper. “To the left.” He quietly replies. That means he either always has a booth for himself or they knew what’s up and left it empty for him. Even though the second option is mildly embarrassing as well, you gladly take it over awkwardly sitting between them.

There are several large seats – armchairs might be more appropriate to call them. You let go of Ren’s arm to walk up to the railing and have a look across the theatre. The view is magnificent. The lights are already dimmed, and a voice tells you that the play will start in five minutes. On your left, where the others are supposed to sit, you are happy to see that there is a wall separating you and only if you would lean over the railing, you could see them. Or they you. When you turn back around, you find Ren already sitting in one of the chairs, vigilantly watching you. The chair that just looked enormous now looks normal sized that he’s sitting in it. You choose the chair next to him and sit down, putting your coat and bag on the floor. You’re a little buzzed by the drinks but by no means drunk. Nevertheless, when the waiter asks if you want anything else to drink, you say: “Can I get some water?” Ren orders a bottle of champaign. Dear God.

Then you just quietly sit there and observe the empty stage. “You said you know the play?” His rough voice is like an aphrodisiac. Having to blink several times before you’re present enough to answer, you nod: “Yeah.” “Can you summarize the story for me? I didn’t have the time to read it.” Your head snaps around. Ren is leaning over, body turned towards you. His eyes sparkle even though its almost dark. His perfume wavers over to you. Somehow, you manage to speak and explain to him what’s about to happen. He’s soaking up every word you say, his eyes constantly darting between your eyes and your lips. Your hands get sweaty, and you try to inconspicuously wipe them off on your dress.

Just before the lights turn off, two waiters come in. They brought a table they put down next to Ren and hand him the bottle to look at the label. He nods and they fill up two glasses. In the meantime, Ren hands you a bottle of water. Thankful, you take a big sip. You’re glad there will be an intermission because there is no way you won’t have to pee halfway through. The water cools you down. Clears your head. It makes you realize in what insane situation you’re in right now. You really got this extremely hot business guy splurge for you. You’re not mad if he does it because he wants to fuck you. On the contrary, you hope he does.

The tension is thick and you’re relieved when the lights go finally out, and the show starts. Of course, you still feel Ren right next to you, however, now that he can barely see you, you’re way more relaxed. You don’t feel like you have to monitor every single of your (and his) movements anymore. The orchestra stars playing and fills the theatre with loud music. You tap your fingers on the armrest of the chair, mirroring the rhythm. The singers come on next and start the first number. Your eyes widen. The sound is way clearer up here. For a few minutes, you forget who’s sitting next to you. Or that someone even is sitting next to you.

When the number ends and the lights go down for a moment, Ren puts his hand on yours. You flinch in surprise but don’t take your hand away. Instead, you squeeze his fingers. However, you still don’t dare to look at him. You’re way too tense again. Your breathing hitches and your pulse is hammering away. As if he could feel your nervousness, Ren runs his thumb over the back of your hand. His large hand covers yours entirely and warms it up. For the next number, you keep your eyes on the stage; but your fingers intertwine slowly. Your brain cannot decide on what it should focus – the music or the hand. It switches back and forth, making your head spin. Eventually, you cannot bear it anymore and go to take your hand away. But Ren stops you. Automatically, your head snaps around. His eyes are dark, pulling you in. He tugs on your arm and tilts his head, signaling you to sit with him. You hesitate. The chair is definitely wide enough for both of you, but that’s not the issue here. It’s how hard you clench around nothing just because he’s looking at you and indicating that he wants you to be closer. You take a few deep breaths to built up the courage to get up.

Ren smiles when you stand up and come over. He scoots to the side so you can sit down next to him. Then he lets go of your hand to put his arm around you instead. It’s heavy on your shoulders. It’s calming. Nevertheless, you straighten your back. You cannot get yourself to relax enough to actually lean into him. He quietly says: “If you’re uncomfortable, tell me.” The kindness in his voice offers you enough assurance to look at him and shake your head. “I’m just nervous.” You admit before you can stop yourself. Ren smiles and squeezes your shoulder: “Why?” You chuckle: “Are you serious?” “Always.” His deadpan answer is amusing as it is nerve wracking.

“You’re really hot.” You whisper, eyes darting over his gorgeous face. His big nose looks like it would be a pleasure to have between your legs when… “You think so?” He raises an eyebrow, hand gently rubbing your shoulder. Shyly, you nod: “Yeah…” “Hot enough that I may kiss you?” “God, yes.” He buries his hand in your hair and pulls you into him as soon as the last syllable left your mouth. Now, your mouth is being smothered by his. The tugging on your hair makes you groan quietly and tilt your head back. Ren uses it to pry your lips open further and push his tongue into your mouth. He’s kisses you slowly, but not gently. His hand, that’s not in your hair, cradles your face, wandering down the side of your neck and then back up to grab your chin. You sigh into his mouth when he pulls you even closer, making you lean into him fully. Pressed against his chest, you snake your arm around him to put your hand on the back of his neck and play with strands of his soft hair. It elicits a soft sigh from Ren. A noise you didn’t expect to hear.

As if to thank you for the gesture, he nibbles on your bottom lip before kissing down the side of your neck. You get goosebump and claw into his thigh with the hand you rested on it. Having to breathe and also to sort your mind, you lean back. He caresses your cheek before letting go of you and getting the glasses of champaign. His eyes are dark while he watches you take a sip. “That’s really good.” You mumble. “Tastes almost as good as you.” He nonchalantly comments. You cough in surprise. “At least what I tasted so far.” Ren goes on like he purposefully tries to make you faint. “But something tells me there are other sweet spots to kiss.” “Fuck!” You whisper shout. He smirks and puts his hand on your thigh. You tense for a second but then lean into his touch as you remember that no one can see you and that the show that’s still going on and you’re absolutely paying no attention to anymore whatsoever, drowns out any noises you make. While he pushes his hand up your leg und under your dress he says with a serious tone: “Tell me when you want me to stop.” “I will.” You nod, eyes half closed. “Good girl.” He murmurs pressing a kiss to the side of your neck just below your ear. It causes your head to fall back and mumble: “Jesus Christ.” “You like that?” He asks, audibly excited. You nod again. “Words.”

Your eyes shoot open, and you stare at him. His demeanor changed. He looks far more predatory now. In a good way, though. Like you’re the only interesting thing in the world. “Yes, I like it.” You eventually confirm. As soon as you said that his hand pushes your dress further up until he can easily reach your panties. You scoot forward a bit, towards his hand. He groans at your eagerness and presses his ring and middle finger against your covered labia. Willingly, you spread your legs further so that he can find your clit. When he does, electric shocks run through your veins like waves crashing onto the shore. You press your lips together and only let out a whimper. Ren starts to kiss your exposed neck again, sucking on the skin here and there. Then he increases the pressure on your clit, your panties providing extra friction. It gets really hard to keep it together. You’re so turned on. Just his presence made you lightheaded. This, this is just…

“You’re so fucking pretty.” He murmurs into your ear. You can only acknowledge it by humming. “Such a pretty girl, so smart, and cultured.” Somehow his voice dropped an octave. It causes you to writhe under his touch. You desperately cling onto his arm, forehead leaning against his shoulder. Then he says: “And letting me get her off in the middle of the opera.” And pushes his thick fingers into you. It’s impossible to not moan at that. “Fuck, you’re so wet.” He whispers into your ear. “Just-“ Your breathing hitches when he starts to fuck you with his fingers. “Just for you, Mr. Ren.” You sigh. “Shit.” He breathes out. It makes you realize that he’s just as turned on as you are.

The loud music, the singing, your moans, and Ren’s whispers all blend together to a clusterfuck of overwhelming sounds that put you on the edge of a head-spinning orgasm. He speeds up his movements and smashes his fingers into you, heel of his hand hitting against your clit. Holding on to his arm for your dear life, your head rolls back, just like your eyes. “Do you want to cum on my hand?” He asks huskily. “Hmh…yes.” You slur the words. It makes him curl his fingers up and he hits that sweet spot inside you. “Oh my God.” You breathe out as you are catapulted into an orgasm that sends your upper body flying forwards, your hips rolling into his palm. Ren puts his arm around you so that you don’t fall off the chair as your walls spasm around his fingers. He slows down his movements but only stops when you tell him to by tapping the back of his hand. It makes a wet noise when he pulls his fingers out of you. You immediately miss the sensation of being stretched. But you have to take a break to slow your breathing. Hazily, you sort out your clothes. When you turn your head towards Ren, you see how he’s licking the fingers that were just inside you. It makes you instantly press your thighs together. You feel the wetness spread over your inner thighs. Driven wild, you grab his neck and pull him in to press a hungry kiss to his glistening lips. His hands fly to your head, and he clasps your face to hold you close. You tilt your head to deepen the kiss. His lips move more urgently by the second. You run your fingers through his hair again. It’s so soft, you could spend the entire night just doing that. Ren groans and grabs your hips, making you climb onto him, straddling his lap. You grind your hips down into his crotch. You feel his hard dick press against you. “Fuck.” He mumbles when you lean to the side to take one of glasses of champagne. You forgot that they are empty already. Ren simply grabs the bottle out of the bucket filled with ice and hands it to you. Grinning, you take a big sip. Then you offer it to him. While he drinks, the music stops.

You know what that means and scramble off his lap, sitting down back in your own chair. The moment you run your fingers through your hair to tame it, the lights turn on and the voice informs you that there will be a twenty-minute intermission now. When you look at Ren, you see that his lips are tinted red. You point at your own to signal him what’s going on. Smiling, grabs one of the cotton napkins and wipes his mouth clean. Then he leans over to rub the lipstick, that apparently got smeared onto your chin, off.

There is still a visible tent in his dress pants when the waiter comes in to ask if you need anything and Ren has to cross his legs to hide it. It makes the corners of your mouth twitch. “Could you show me the restroom?” You ask. “Of course, Ma’am.” Legs still a little wobbly, you take your bag and follow him, brushing Ren’s arm as you walk by. In the hallway, you are remined that Ren arrived with company as you have to squeeze through the group of men to follow the waiter. You can feel all of them looking at you. It makes you raise your shoulders and clutch your bag. They surely know what’s going on. Your eyes are probably still glazed over.

Relived, you thank the man that led you to the restroom and enter. Of course, it’s secluded from the ones the normal people have to use downstairs. You lock the door and lean against it to take a few deep breaths. A little scared, you step in front of the mirror. Thank the stars, you look quite put together. Only your flushed cheeks are a hint to what happened. What happened. Holy shit. This demi-god of a man really finger-fucked you to completion while someone sang their soul out right below you.

You nowhere near done, though. You want more. You want it all.

After you went to the toilet, wiping your legs clean and peeing, you let cold water run down your wrists to cool down at least a bit. Then you reapply deodorant and take another deep breath before you leave the restroom. You almost run into the ginger man who Ren talked to earlier. “Excuse me.” You mumble and try to walk past him, but he grabs your wrist. Equally shocked and confused you turn to look at him. His face is extremely pale and stern, just his eyes reveal his emotions. And it seems to be a mixture of aggression and lust. The dangerous one. “Can I help you?” You ask politely. “How much?” He asks sickly sweet. “Excuse me?” “How much for an hour? Maybe after Ren is done you could come back to my hotel room. You’ll be already nicely stretched for me.” Your mouth falls open in horror. No one ever dared to talk to you like that. Violently, you rip your arm away. “Go fuck yourself.” You hiss and walk off, hoping that you don’t appear as intimidated as you actually are.

You honestly consider simply leaving. Just run off. You’ll never see them again. But you left your coat with Ren. Shit.

When you slip through the curtain, you see that Ren isn’t there. He probably went to the restroom himself. It means you have the opportunity to just grab your coat and leave without being confronted and forced to explain yourself. Hastily, you grab it and turn to leave. But your questionable luck runs out and Ren enters the moment you want to push the curtain aside. He immediately picks up on what you’re doing, and he sees the look on your face. “What happened?” “I- Nothing, I just don’t feel well.” Unconsciously, you rub the spot Hux grabbed you. Again, he puts the pieces together: “Who touched you?” You shake your head and look at your feet, embarrassed. “Who.” His voice is rough and it’s no longer a question. “It was nothing, really.” “Look at me.” Reluctantly, you lift your head. He waits for you to answer. “The redheaded man.” “Hux.” Ren spits out the name. “What did he do?” “He just stopped me to talk to me.” “Quit downplaying it. What did he say?” Quietly, you repeat what he said. Ren inhales sharply. Then he orders: “Wait here.” You nod, not knowing if you’re relieved or even more embarrassed. He gently grabs your chin: “No one gets to talk to you like that. I’ll take care of it.” Gulping, you just look at him. He quickly presses a kiss to your cheek and leaves.

You keep standing right behind the curtain to listen to what’s happening in the hallway. After about ten seconds, you hear commotion. “Who the fuck do you think you are?” Ren growls. “Calm down.” Hux replies, sounding annoyed. It makes you incredibly angry. “Why do you get all worked up? She’s just a prostitute.” You hear a punch being thrown and a groan following up. You just have to peak through the curtain. Ren is towering over the ginger man, having him cornered. Hux is holding his cheek, looking at him wide-eyed. Ren gets in his face and hisses: “Even if that would be the case, you have no right to talk to someone like that.”

The lights are dimmed, telling you that the second half will begin shortly. Ren notices and grabs Hux by the collar: “This isn’t over. Now get the fuck out of my sight.” Then he turns around and stalks back towards you. Quickly, you take a step back. “I’m sorry.” Is the first thing he says. “It’s not your fault.” You shrug your shoulders. “He works for me.” Ren states. After a pause, he asks: “Do you want to leave?” “No.” You voice is steady. “I was actually quite enjoying myself.” He chuckles, relieved. “Come.” He offers you his hand and you take it, letting him lead you back to the chair. This time, you don’t hesitate to lean into his embrace. He kisses the top of your head.

“You know,” You whisper as the lights go out completely, “seeing you manhandling this jerk actually turned me on.” Ren hums into your ear, letting his fingers wander up and down your arm. “Even if it’s only for tonight, you’re mine.” It sends shivers down your spine. You don’t think you ever enjoyed a sentence as much as that one. “I’m yours.” Your reply makes Ren rest his free hand on your thigh. “And I’m the only one who gets to fuck you.” Ah, correction. That’s your new favorite sentence. “You’re the only one who gets to fuck me.” He kisses your temple and affirms: “Good girl.”

You scoot closer to him until your leg is firmly pressed against his. He puts both his arms around you, one around your back, one across your chest. This feels way too good. This is dangerous, you realize.

Only for a night, you repeat his words in your head like a mantra; Pretending it will protect you.

The music picks up again and you allow yourself to get lost in it. Not thinking about anything else but how much you enjoy yourself right now. Blindly, you reach out for the bottle of champagne. Ren hands it to you. You take a big sip, eyes fixed on the stage. Only when the stage goes dark for a minute for a scene change, your focus shifts back to the man next to you.

Nonchalantly, you put your hand on his sturdy thigh. He reacts strongly to your touch, leaning in your direction, inhaling deeply. “May I touch you, Mr. Ren?” You purr. “Please do.” The begging undertone in his voice turns you the fuck on and reminds you that this isn’t a one-way street. He’s just as into you. Your hand flies to his crotch to grab his half-hard dick pressing against the restraints of his dress pants. You slowly rub it through the fabric. When you find the tip, you run your thumb over it, earning a restrained moan from Ren. Encouraged by his reaction, you open his leather belt, then the zipper. You turn to the side to grab his pants with both hands. Willingly, he lifts his hips so that you can pull them down. They glide down his legs and pool around his ankles. His now freed dick slaps against his naked leg.

Your mouth starts to water at the visual. It’s huge, matching his big-dick attitude. You spit into your hand and grab it. Ren groans at the gesture and his eyes flutter shut. You start to jerk him off. A lazy tempo at first, now and then speeding up. Then you twist your hand around it and move it faster. By now, Ren is clawing into the edge of the seat, lips parted. You lean over to press a kiss to them. His face follows yours when you retreat, and he finds your lips again. Sucking on your bottom lip, he grazes it with his teeth. “Sit on it.” He orders suddenly. “What?” You ask flabbergasted. He looks at you: “You heard me.” “But what if-“ “No one will interrupt us.” High on pheromones, you obey and let go of his dick to take your panties off. “Perfect little girl.” He praises you. It dissolves any hesitation that you had left, and you basically jump onto his cock. Your naked knees sink into the soft fabric of the chair and your bare ass is hit by the light breeze of the air-conditioning. Ren tilts his dick upwards, and you sink down on it. “Oh my God.” You breathe out. You have to sit down slowly. It feels like you might otherwise be torn apart. Ren’s fingers dig into your sides, his head rolling forwards until it rests against your chest. You bury your hands in his hair once again to have something to hold on to. Biting into his shoulder, you muffle your whimpering with the fabric of his suit jacket. “You feel…” He sighs. “You feel so good. So warm…” His voice trails off.

After what feels like an eternity, you finally bottom out. You’re literally impaled on his dick. He’s so deep inside of you, it’s a miracle he fits. You’re both already panting, and you haven’t even started to move yet. “Your dick is perfect.” You whisper into his ear, pressing kisses to the side of his neck. It causes his hips to jerk up and you yelp at the pressure on your cervix. “Sorry.” He mumbles. You let out a laugh and press another kiss to his swollen lips. Then you finally start to roll your hips. It’s devastating, for the both of you.

Desperately, you put your arms around the other to keep them close. Something inside you clicks. Like a new form of lust was just unlocked. An intensity of desire you never felt before. His dick, goddamn his dick, stretches you wider than you ever deemed possible. You ride him slowly for several minutes to stretch you muscles. Like Hux said. But only for Ren. Only for him… He must think something similar because Ren says: “He could never. He could never make you feel this good.” Shaking your head, you find Ren’s eyes. “No one but me can fuck your perfect little pussy like this.” You lean down until your lips are right in front of his, and whisper: “Only you.”

Without a warning, Ren grabs your hips and lifts you off his dick. You whine at the emptiness you feel. “Turn around.” He tells you, pointing at the railing. Your eyes widen: “People will see.” “Good. Let them see.” Oh fuck. Your body does as he says before your mind can protest. Trying to make it look like you’re just leaning against the golden railing to have a better view, you prop yourself up on it and look at the stage. It’s the middle of the third act. You feel Ren step behind you and push your dress up until your ass is all exposed to him. He roughly grabs your cheeks and claws into the flesh. You desperately want to look back at him to make him fuck you already, but you don’t dare to. You have to keep looking at the singers, you tell yourself. Let your eyes wander over the orchestra to look as-

“Fuck!” You hiss. Ren plowed all the way into you. Your legs almost buckle. You have to hold on to the railing as he starts to rail you. He felt big before, but in this position, he feels fucking enormous. His hips stutter at the sensations that apparently is just as overwhelming for him as it is for you.

Finding a steady rhythm again, he rocks back and forth. He starts by moving just a bit. Then he speeds up his movements, causing your entire body to vibrate. He keeps it up for the entirety of a song. Then he changes to long and hard strokes. Pulling out almost completely before pushing back into you. He cannot see your face, but he can tell by the way you push your ass back to meet his thrusts that you love what he’s doing to you. Ren reaches for your shoulders and holds on to them for leverage as he fucks you fast, hard, and steady.

There is no way, should someone look at you, that they won’t understand what’s happening. The way your body is thrown against the railing. How his hands hold you by the shoulders. And the noises…The wet slapping sounds are a dead giveaway should anyone be close enough to hear it. However, he fucks you so good, you honestly don’t care. Let them see, if it means that he carries on fucking you, it’s worth it. Your legs start to shake, and you turn your head to look over your shoulder. What you see is a picture that you will remember forever: Ren took off his jacket and tie. The sleeves of his dress shirt are rolled up, exposing his lower arms, letting you see the veins running across them. His jaw is clenched and there is sweat on his forehead. The look in his eyes is animalistic, pure lust and longing. His hair is disheveled, partially sticking to his face. Slack-jawed, he’s observing you, chest heaving. You tighten around him. Your nerves start to feel raw. There is no way you can go on much longer. “Please.” You plead. “I need to cum.” In reply, he pulls you up, forcing you to arch your back. Shoulders pressed to his pectorals, you let your head rest against his collarbone. He puts one hand around your neck, not applying any pressure, just holding you close. Adjusting his stance, he starts to fuck more upwards. His breath is hot on the side of your neck. And now, that you’re closer, the music doesn’t drown out the obscene sounds that spill out of his mouth.

With his dark voice, he utters curses and praises, interrupted by moans. His thrusts get so violent, they almost lift you off the ground. “Oh my…fuck.” You groan breathlessly. You can hear your own heartbeat echoing in your ears. “Kylo…” You whimper as your walls start to spasm. It’s the first time you said his first name. It has a bigger effect than you anticipated. He bites down on the exposed side of your neck. Hard. But you don’t have the air in your lungs to shriek. You just let the burning sensation add to the fire already raging inside of you. “Say my name again.” He orders. “Kylo.” You immediately moan. “Kylo, please…” His hold on you tightens. “Cum for me.” He whispers into your ear. Your legs twitch, your brain melts, and your lower body explodes as you cum around his cock that is mercilessly plowing into you. “Kylo.” You slur his name in your barely conscious state. “Oh my god, little girl.” He groans and his body tenses up. Head hanging down, you clench around his pulsating cock while your orgasm still goes on, jolting through you in shockwaves.

Only when you feel him pull out of you and collapse into the chair, guiding you to sit on his lap sideways, you open your eyes again. High on the hormones rushing through your veins, you lean into him, letting him hold you. He leans his forehead against the side of your head. Slowly, your breathing calms down. So does his while he keeps caressing your arms and legs. Eventually, he quietly asks: “Can you stand up?” You chuckle: “I can try.” And you do. “Oh god.” You curse. “What?” He looks worried. “You fucked me raw.” A smug grin spreads on his face. Trying not to groan at every movement, you put your panties back on and straighten out your dress. Kylo puts his clothes back on as well. Except his tie. That he just puts in his pocket. Then he hands you one of the napkins so you can clean yourself as best as you can in the dim light. He wipes his face and neck before taking a big sip of the champagne. Then he takes one of the ice cubes and leans over to you. Expectantly, you wait. Smiling, he runs it over your lips. You sigh at the cooling sensation, eyes fluttering shut. He leaves a cold trail from your lips to the back of your neck and then your cleavage. When he’s satisfied with the state of relaxation you’re in, he throws it aside and backtracks the trail he left with his finger. When it arrives at your face, he pulls you in by the chin and presses a slow kiss to your lips. You put your arms around him.

The room explodes into applause. For the fraction of a second you think they are cheering you and Kylo on. Then you realize that the opera is over. The lights come one. For the first time in like an hour, you can properly see Kylo’s face. And he yours, for that matter. He’s so damn beautiful, it hurts. “I- This was…” You try to explain how you feel but fail miserably. “I know.” Kylo cradles you face. “I felt it too.” “You did?” “Why are you surprised?” His hand glides down to your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours. “You just-“ you clear your voice, “You just seem like this isn’t the first time you done something like this.” Amused, he shakes his head no: “Never. Never before have I had sex like this.” There is a lot that sentence implies, and you agree with every possibility.

Then you just sit there quietly, looking at the other, trying to figure out what this means. The applause subsides, people start to get up, talk to each other, walk out. Kylo and you keep sitting where you are until it’s almost silent. “What now?” You ask then, with a small voice. “I certainly would like to eat something, how about you?” You nod. “Great. My hotel has a really good restaurant.” “Your hotel?” Kylo gets up, not letting go of your hand: “You’re obviously not going anywhere but with me.”

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thegreatwicked · 6 months ago

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WIP Title Game

RULES: make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

Thanks for the tag @split-spectrum! Lord, my WIPs are not quite out of control BUT there are quite a few of them! I'll divide them up into two categories; fanfiction and original!

Fanfiction:

Armitage (Hux x OC)

In Service to the Night Sisters (Opress Brothers x OCs)

Moonlight Rendezvous (Maul x OC)

Padawan (Obi-Wan x Reader Insert)

50 Shades of Obi-Wan (Obi-Wan x Reader Insert)

Unbreakable Bonds (Obi-Wan x OC)

The Generals Wife (Hux x OC)

Take off the Mask, Baby (Roman Sionis x Reader Insert)

Healing Hands (Jason Todd x OC)

Claiming the Red Hood (Jason Todd x OC)

Bayou and the Burrow (Charlie Weasley x OC)

Read to Me (Matt Murdock x OC)

We Were Cursed (Jefferson/Mad Hatter x OC)

It's No Good (Soldier Boy x OC)

Second Son (Soldier Boy x OC)

Tribute to the Horde (Dothraki OC x OC)

1001 Nights of Mischief (Loki xOC)

Professional Courtesy (DC Captain Cold x OC)

Forgive Me (Malik x OC)

Binding (Malik x OC)

Originals:

Call Me Love

Thanks for the Ride

Eternally Yours

Dive

Not your Fucking Grieving Widow

All works listed above are smut and not meant for anyone under 18. Lord give me strength to get through these WIPs before more appear!

No pressure tags! @hereticpriest @decembermidnight @burnthecheshirewitch @keffirinne @daenerys-skywalker @chaotickimchi @viskarenvisla @maulfvckers

Lets see those WIPs!

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ablogcalledrevenge · 2 years ago

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Potential (A General Hux x Reader Insert Multi-Chapter Fic, Rated M)

AO3 Link

Chapter Twelve

“And she’s so powerful Master, perhaps even more than the scavenger. She’s completely untrained but I could help hone her skills. It’s just so strange to me that I wasn’t able to sense it.” Kylo finishes, breathing heavily in his excitement.

While the most important part was that you had this new power to learn and wield, Kylo was also secretly pleased that he would no longer be alone. The Force was a very isolating thing, especially for those more in tune with the Dark Side. Knowing there was someone else who could understand his feelings and struggles was comforting. Plus, it would be fun to mess around with Hux.

“Of course you weren’t able to sense it boy, I didn’t want you to.” Snoke says, interrupting his daydreams. Silence fills the chamber and it echoes.

“You knew? The whole time? Why didn’t you say anything? Is that what you spoke to her about that night?” Kylo asks, growing more and more angry. Snoke just watches with mild bemusement, like Kylo is a small child getting mad that his parent lied about having sweets.

“We could’ve been helping her this whole time! She got hurt, Supreme Leader, she was in agony! We could’ve stopped that and stopped Pryde. She could’ve died and then Palpatine would be back!” Kylo shouted at his Master, feeling the slow, slimy crawl of darkness fill him up.

“Oh come now boy, do you really think Pryde’s pathetic plan would have worked? It was flawed from the start and lacking in past proven success. While the Light Side allows those who’ve passed to communicate with others still living, the Dark Side, especially that of a Sith, deals in absolutes. Death is death. He let his desire for power blind him to common sense.”

“Then why did we not stop him earlier and prevent the waste of time and resources? Why Master? Why put us through this?” He responds looking up at Snoke. Since the attack on Exegol, the Supreme Leader had made a visit to the Finalizer. Normally he has guards around him at all times, imposing figures dressed in all red. But he is alone, alone with Kylo.

Despite being old and sallow, he intimidated Kylo. He felt cowed in his presence, like an animal trying to hide in the corner of a cage. Clearly his Master knew more than he let on and deemed Kylo unworthy of the information.

“Because I needed to know where your loyalties lie!” Snoke roared, standing up from his throne. His student recoiled back.

“I am loyal to you Master, you know this! Ever since I was a child when you called to me. Why would I betray you? Your goals are my goals and I seek to serve you and learn from you. I wish to make you proud.” Kylo pleaded.

“Do you think I am blind Master Ren, or perhaps that I am merely stupid? Do you think I didn’t see the way you trailed after that insipid girl like a lost dog? Did you think that I was unaware of the relationship that started with the General? I’ve known the whole time and your behavior has been an embarrassment.” Snoke sneered, returning to his seat. He fumed for a moment, his already thin lips pulling tighter in fury.

“I am aware of General Hux’s desires for power and glory and before I found them easily managed. But now, his wife, like all vile women I’ve come to know, has poisoned his mind. She inflates his ego and aids his progress in a way that concerns me. She may bat her eyes and act innocent but she is vicious. Her goals far outweigh the General’s and I have no doubt that should he prove useless, she will get rid of him. Did you think yourself so special that she would treat you differently?” He continues, drumming his long, skeletal fingers on the arm of his chair.

“… What?” Kylo whispers into the still air of the chamber. One would think they were all frozen statues with how little they moved. No breeze ruffled their robes. No speck of dust floated through the air. The large chamber, despite being practically empty, felt like a vacuum.

A look of pity crossed Snoke’s face before morphing into a twisted attempt at glee. Not because he was trying to be kind and spare Kylo’s feelings, but more because such a pleasant expression had never graced his sunken face before.

“I don’t believe it. I thought you were smarter than that. Did you really think they liked you? That she meant all the things she’s been whispering in your ear? She chose you from the start to be a pawn in her game and your fate will probably go the way of all the other people she’s killed.”

Kylo made an odd choking noise he’d never heard himself make before.

“Are you truly that braindead? Did you think those deaths were all coincidences? She might have painted a pretty picture for the unwashed masses but I thought I’d trained you better than that. She wants to usurp me and our Brotherhood. She wants to dismantle the First Order and take everyone down with it.”

“You’re wr-wrong.” Kylo stammered out, his face red with shame. The hot slide of the Force turned to ice in his veins. Snoke scoffed.

“She doesn’t love you Kylo. Neither of them do. They are monsters, incapable of love. And you are too. I allowed this indiscretion to go on for a time, seeing how the passion made you stronger in your fighting. But now it’s gone too far. Love is for children and imbeciles! They are using you! They laugh at you when you leave them, thinking they’ve deceived you. They think they’ve deceived me!” He shouted, once again stepping off his platform and down towards Kylo.

Kylo’s vision was clouding, and Snoke’s words echoed in his ears. He started to look back on every interaction, examining them in a new light. He went over every kiss, every touch, every look for something sinister. Was it true? Was he that weak to jump at the chance of affection, even at his own risk?

The room felt like it was getting smaller, squeezing in on him. Snoke started to poke at his thoughts, paint them red and reveal the truth. The pain was immense and brought Kylo back to his childhood, crying under his bed after a scolding from his mother. Snoke had been there too, showing him the truth of his mother’s feelings. He showed him her disdain and her regrets. He showed him all the secret thoughts she had about her son. All through his life, Snoke had been there, molding him into the fierce warrior he was now.

And Kylo had failed.

The shame brought him to his knees. He had allowed himself to be lied to and manipulated. He had allowed simple pleasures of the flesh to override his devotion to the Force. Once again, he had tried to please his Master, bring more over to the Dark Side, and he had crashed and burned.

As humiliating as it was, he could move on from the scavenger. The Force was strong within her, but the Resistance had gotten to her first. She would be a worthy opponent.

But this, this cut him deep. This was no longer an issue of his pride or his teachings. This involved his heart. His distraction had nearly cost him his life.

Snoke approached him, the gold fabric of his robe coming into view. A cold hand rested gently on Kylo’s head.

“Your behavior has been disgraceful but not unexpected. You always did have a hard time removing your feelings from the situation. That’s why I’m here. To help you when you falter in your duties. She has used you and now must be stopped. You’ve been ignoring your work long enough. You must return to your mission and find Luke Skywalker.” Snoke said, his voice quiet and calm. Kylo sniffed and stared at the floor.

Then the hand petting his head stopped, and though Snoke removed his grip, Kylo still felt his head wrenched up. Kylo was eye to eye with his Master and as much as he wanted to look away, he could not move.

“You know what to do Kylo Ren, you know how to stop this. You can never complete your training if you allow others to manipulate you. Use the Force and follow your path. Show your loyalty and kill those who stand in your way.” Snoke declared, loosening his phantom grip and letting Kylo fall to the floor like a doll.

The edge of his lightsaber cut into his hip and his hand twitched. He had to speak with you.

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When Kylo had left two hours ago, he had sat you down in front of a candle and told you to meditate. You’d focused your breathing like he’d shown you and kept the candle in sight. Kylo had said that meditation would not only help you understand and communicate with the Force but it would also help lessen the pain and lower the volume.

You were both surprised and not to find that he was right. It wasn’t that you thought Kylo was lying about his skills or knowledge, but you were worried that they wouldn’t work for you. No one had realized you were strong with the Force so who’s to say the training would even work? But it was.

The headache you’d had since you woke up in the medbay was receding every day, more so on days you meditated or practiced simple drills. When Kylo made you close your eyes and predict where a levitating ball was -or on one occasion, where he was going to kiss next- you felt proud.

In those moments you understood and liked the Force. Hux was… well he wasn’t pleased exactly. But he let you and Kylo continue on and didn’t make a fuss. It was clear that he still regarded the Force with some skepticism but seeing the fundamentals being taught helped change his mind a little. The two people he cared most for in the galaxy were Force users, so he might as well just accept it.

So there you sat, legs crossed and breathing slow. The Force lay in front of you like a map, glowing lines intersecting and flowing over each other. There was a line connecting you and Hux, another going from you to outside the room towards Kylo probably, even one connecting Millie to you. And along each line, like the faintest glimmer, was the future. Or the possible future.

You saw worlds collapsing and expanding, empires rising and falling. Your own self seemed so minuscule in the will of the Force. The universe would continue on it’s path, only allowing you choices when it saw fit.

But there was a beauty in that, a release of responsibility. The Force didn’t care about you, it just connected you to others in the universe. So you would not care about it, you would continue as you were and only take nudges when they fit your vision. Still, getting to read people’s minds certainly wouldn’t hurt.

You released your breath and the candle went out, flooding your bedroom into darkness. That was enough introspection for a day. You changed out of your simple pants and shirt into the outfit you were planning on wearing for the evening. You and Hux were meeting a few officers for dinner and you wanted to show off your new dress. The dress was a gorgeous piece; black leather with enticing see through mesh and colorful floral embroidery.

Glancing at the chronometer, you entered the living room, Millie resting peacefully on the couch while your darling finished his work. You needed to remind him of the time, so he could get ready as well. You still had to put your shoes on, but you would have your darling husband do that. The play at subjugation was always a fun little appetizer for the two of you.

Everything was quiet and easy and your brain relaxed as you waited.

It was into this calmness that Kylo burst in, his robes swirling around him like a storm. You didn’t need to sense his energy crackling around him to tell you he was in a mood. He looked furious and heartbroken and confused all at the same time. You and Hux both remained where you were in shock; him at his desk, you by the couch.

“Kylo, is everything alright?” Hux asked, setting aside his datapad. Kylo didn’t reply and instead removed his outer robe, letting it drop to the floor. His dark gaze bounced around the room, catching on random things and never staying for long. He looked at Hux for a long moment, your husband standing from his chair to perhaps embrace Kylo. But the expression on Kylo’s face made him falter.

Then he looked at you.

The sweet smile you greeted him with slid off your face as you felt yourself lift off the ground. You were being pulled up by your neck, the pressure getting tighter and tighter with each inch you rose.

“Kylo, what’s going on?! What are you doing? Put her down! Stop!” Hux yelled, racing over to Kylo to get him to stop. He pushed at the other man’s body, tried to pull his arm down where it extended in a claw towards you. But Kylo may as well have been a mountain for all that he moved.

Your feet were dangling, toes no longer anywhere near the floor, and your hands in their leather gloves scrabbled at your neck. You could feel Kylo’s grip, clear as any other time he had so lovingly touched your neck. But your fingers scratched at air, your throat convulsing by invisible means.

Tears rolled down your reddening face as you choked out Kylo’s name, begging him to stop. Hux ran to you, hands fluttering with uselessness.

“Kylo stop, please! I don’t understand! Why are you doing this?” He cried, turning pale.

“You lied to me! You were always lying to me! You’ve been using me! You don’t love me, you never have! The Supreme Leader showed me the truth. You used me and as soon as I would’ve stopped helping you, you would’ve killed me. Killed me like all the others!” Kylo shouted, ignoring Hux entirely.

Your eyes, which had been pleading only moments before, turned hard and steely at the accusation. Seeing the change, and perhaps thinking it a confirmation, Kylo released you.

You dropped into your husband’s arms, gasping and coughing. Hux grabbed a cup of water from the little decanter you kept on the table in front of the couch, pouring you a drink.

“What the kriff are you talking about? We haven’t been lying! Of course we care about you!” Hux told him, his eyes blazing with rage. Yes, he did care about Kylo, but not enough to instantly forgive for almost killing you!

Just like that, an argument started, both men screaming in each other’s faces. Screaming about lies and loyalties and love and betrayal and plans and secrets. Kylo was revealing your plan step by step while Hux, bless him, was justifying it on every turn while attempting to place all the blame on himself. Poor Millie had run towards your bedroom, tail tucked between her legs.

“Enough.”

The word struck like a bell, silencing both men. During their flight you had regained your senses,

standing gracefully in front of the transparisteel window. Your voluminous gown stood out against the navy of space and you touched once at your throat to center yourself.

“You’re right. That is my plan. I did kill all those people. I’m going to remove Hux’s superiors to place him in a position of authority. A role where no one is above him or controls him. I am going to make him Emperor. That’s all true.” You admit slowly, voice scratchy from the abuse. But it does not waver, even in the face of Kylo’s rage.

Hux lets out a sigh and sinks into one of the armchairs, his hand coming up to rub across his chin. His eyes switch between you and Kylo, worry creasing underneath.

“So you would kill me too? Strike me down if I was in your way?” Kylo sneers.

“Yes. But not anymore. My plans have altered slightly.” You admit with a shrug. Ever since Hux’s accident you’ve allowed yourself some flexibility. While you do want to stick to your goals, now you’ve discovered that some people are more important.

“That doesn’t matter! You still lied to me! You still brought me here to control me and use me! You never cared for me, never lo-loved me!” He shouts, pointing a finger at you.

“Oh grow up Kylo! That’s what love is! Being in love means being used, being controlled. I use Hux, he uses me! Did you think I married him merely for his looks? No, I knew his connections and position in the First Order would suit my goals. He did the same. Sure, I’m a beautiful woman with a sparkling personality but I also had family wealth and connections to Imperial planets. We chose each other for specific reasons and love followed. So to act annoyed because I picked you out first and then came to adore you is childish.”

“It’s true, we weren’t honest about our intentions at first, but is that so awful? You’re part of us now. Would you have come to us had you known the truth? Would you be happier without us? Have we ever treated you poorly, made you feel used?” Hux asked, his voice a calm break between the two of you starting to shout. Kylo started like he forgot Hux was there.

“And furthermore, how did we use you? What did we make you do? What did we ask of you? We kept you away from our plans on purpose. We didn’t want you getting involved.” He adds, a tone of sweetness entering his voice. It’s one that rarely appears but it seems to do the job of soothing Kylo slightly.

“I, I don’t understand. What was your plan for me? You say you chose me but for what? To warm your bed and nothing else? If that were true then why did Snoke confront you? Why involve me and not tell me the truth?” Kylo begs, stepping closer to you, reaching both hands into his hair to pull in frustration.

“Because you need to kill Snoke.”

The air in the room stills as your words land like bombs. Hux sucks in a nervous breath and Kylo drops his hands.

“You would have me kill my Master? Kill the Supreme Leader?” He whispers, as if afraid of saying the words too loud and making them real.

“Hux cannot be Emperor if Snoke rules over him. The Supreme Leader is old and weak and doesn’t care about the actual people he’s ruling over. All he cares about is the Force and eradicating the Jedi.” You reply, the cold expanse of space behind you.

“That is an important and noble cause!”

“Like hell it is! What does it matter if Skywalker still lives? He’s off on some rock somewhere being a recluse! It wasn’t until you started looking for him, on Snoke’s orders, that he became a problem. Snoke told you to try and convert the scavenger to the Dark Side and you failed and now she’s with the Resistance! She’s probably getting trained by Skywalker himself. You did this to yourself! Snoke’s foolhardy desire to get rid of the perceived threat of the Jedi caused the most powerful one to come out of retirement! He’s an idiot and so are you!” You shout, holding up your hand when Kylo tries to interrupt. You take a long sip of your water.

“For years Snoke has sent you on wild hawk-bat chases, going after old men and ghosts. He has diverted money and resources away from the First Order to complete his unnecessary missions. The skills of the Knights of Ren are legendary and he has been wasting them! He is not only wasting your time but your talent! I am only a beginner in the ways of the Force, I admit that, but even I can see that your mind reading skills and athletics are better suited for covert missions and interrogation. Instead you’re off playing hide and seek with people who do not wish to be found.”

“And why? Why Kylo? Why does he send you? Send your knights? If Snoke is so powerful, so wise, why doesn’t he do it? Because to be honest my love, had you failed me as much as you failed him, I wouldn’t keep giving you things to do. He’s distracting you, keeping you busy. He’s occupying your time so you never realize the truth. He gives you impossible tasks and berates you when you falter, pulling at your leash like a feral Neks when you try to do something by yourself. If anyone is using you, it is him, not me.”

Kylo sputters and laughs in a short, disbelieving way. He steps closer to you once more, forcing you to back up against the window, the cool glass making you hiss. Hux stands up from his chair but does not move further, knowing he is out of his depth between you and Kylo.

“If you’re so wise, so all knowing in the Force, ten steps ahead of everyone, then tell me: what is he distracting me from?” His voice is smooth like silk, gliding over your face and neck as he approaches you.

There is something predatory in his eyes, assessing and bright. You do not cower from him though your heart is pounding fast. You wonder if the sound is escaping your chambers, it seems so loud.

“From your true power. From the natural conclusion of your training. From questioning him. You are the Master of the Knights of Ren, and yet where is your authority? What choices are you allowed to oversee?” You explain, raising your hand slowly to rest against Kylo’s chest. Your fingers flex against the hard leather of his tunic.

“I run missions and lead battles all the time. I have plenty of control over myself and my Knights. You know nothing of the work I do for the Supreme Leader. You know nothing of the Dark Side!” He spits back, his eyes searching your face.

“I know more than you realize. You think I’d go into this blind, just doing whatever you tell me? If I’m going to have to deal with the Force, I’m going to learn about it all. True, I haven’t gotten through all of it and I doubt I ever will, but I know about the Light and Dark Sides of the Force. And yet… and yet you are neither.”

You catch your husband’s eye and beckon him forward with your other hand, below Kylo’s waist. He slopes up gracefully hovering near Kylo’s back but not touching.

“Why did Snoke teach you the ways of the Force, grab you away from your childhood and bring you into the Dark Side, and then not allow you to reach your fullest potential? Why refuse the moniker of Sith when that’s so clearly what he is?” You say, dropping your voice down into the register you use in the bedroom. Your hand slides up Kylo’s chest to his neck, playing with the tiny wisps of hair at his nape. Hux joins you, wrapping an arm around Kylo’s waist from behind and bringing the other up to replace yours on his chest. Kylo’s eyes have gone a little hazy, confused in how he got into this position but sinking deeply into serenity. He’s certainly not mad anymore and you’d take it.

“The Dark Side of the Force is rigid and hard to maintain. He wanted more flexibility for himself… and for us.” Kylo murmurs as Hux reaches below his belt and heavy tunic to caress at Kylo’s stomach underneath.

“But he won’t offer you the same flexibility. Why, when you have difficulty with a style or lesson does he not adapt and change? Give you the same kindness he extends to himself.”

A spark of comprehension lights in Kylo’s eyes. Seizing the moment, you quickly grip Kylo’s hair and pull his head back, Hux pushing at his back and legs to get him down on the floor between you. He kneels before you, neck straining from your pull, eyes once again furious. You smile at him, and it is wicked.

“Because the final act of a Sith is to kill their Master.”

Kylo wrenches away from you, a few of his dark hairs still trapped in your fist. He grabs his helmet and cowl by the door.

“You are wrong! My Master is wise in all things and has plans I can’t even conceive of. He has plans for me, he wants to help me. He has been raising me to my true potential since I was a child! I will not kill him!” He shouts and you fear momentarily for anyone passing by. The chambers are mostly sound proof but Kylo has a loud, commanding voice. You raise your voice right back.

“He has been manipulating you since you were a child! He has been hurting you since you were a child! Had you proven a bad student, he would’ve found another. He has never cared for you! If he did, he would’ve left you alone.” You shoot back, surprised to find wetness growing in your vision. Doesn’t he see what he means to you? How you’ve grown and changed?

“Kylo please, I love you so much. We love you and want you with us. We want to save the Galaxy, make it better. We need your help. We need your knowledge and skill and leadership over your knights. When I make Hux Emperor, you shall have freedom to do as you please. You can do whatever you want for us, with us. Snoke would never let you go! That’s why you must kill him. You need to take your rightful place, just like Hux will. It’s what I always wanted for you.” You add, trailing off quietly towards the end. The tears are really falling now and Hux comes to your side, reaching for your hand.

“At the end of the day, it’s your decision Kylo. But someone is going to die when this ends. It’s your choice who.” Your husband says, his voice clear and his words final.

With that, Kylo gives you one last glare and storms out of your apartment. The door closes quietly behind him. You and Hux remain standing, tears streaming down your face, and hope that you didn’t just ruin everything.

You almost cancel your dinner plans but decide against it. Kylo needs time and you might as well eat a good meal before your death. It’s agony, trying to make friendly conversation while a pendulum hangs over your head, but you are the perfect hostess which means being the perfect guest. You are witty and charming, laughing at jokes and gazing lovingly at your husband. He remains mostly quiet and pleasant, leaving the communication mostly to you.

After a long dinner, you are finally free of company and return to your apartments. Millie has been fed and you both collapse on the couch. Hux pours you both a glass of whiskey and you sip next to each other, dread returning. Kylo doesn’t return after one glass or the next.

Eventually, you go to bed. Neither of you talk much, lying next to each other under the blankets. Hux reaches across the expanse and holds your hand. It makes your heart soar with affection and you kiss him sweetly. Declarations of love get whispered between you and you fall into an uneasy sleep.

You’re only a few hours into the sleep cycle when the front door opens with a beep. As if waiting for a signal, you and Hux spring out of bed. You trail behind Hux as he enters the sitting room, your simple blue nightgown fluttering around you.

Kylo is there, helmet off, lightsaber engaged, and breathing heavily. He stalks towards you and for a moment your head is empty. You are going to die and the realization freezes you in your tracks.

Then he disengages his lightsaber and lets it drop onto the floor with a clang. He extends his arm, previously behind his back, and drops Snoke’s mangled head on the carpet. He looks exhausted, skin pale and drawn. There is blood on his face by his temple.

Then he falls to the floor as well, both of you reaching forward at the last second to catch him. Blood stains your hands where they press against his chest. Hux quickly removes Kylo’s uniform, inhaling sharply at the sight of blood and gore on his chest. There was a battle clearly and Hux whistles for Messy. The mouse droid zooms over and Hux makes a request for medical supplies. You have some in your chambers but Kylo will probably need more than your paltry supply. He needs to go to the medbay, something Hux keeps saying but Kylo shakes his head.

“I did it, it’s done. Snoke is dead. The Knights have pledged to me and only me. I’m free.” Kylo breathes out, voice scratchy. Hux looks at you in shock. You had hoped that Kylo would choose you, would follow your plan, and now he had.

Snoke was dead. There was nothing standing in your way. Kylo could pronounce The Supreme Leader dead in the morning and Hux could be crowned by the afternoon. It was done, you were finished.

“Kylo, you miraculous boy!” Hux croons, pushing away his sweaty hair and kissing his temple.

While your husband worked on treating Kylo’s wounds, labored breaths and hisses of pain accompanied by soothing nonsense, you sat on the floor in a heap.

All the lying and killing and deceiving could end. You had won. Your plan had worked. Hux was going to be Emperor! Hux… was going to be Emperor…

Kylo’s lightsaber rested by your knee, easily reachable. Snoke’s head lay nearby, his face in a frozen state of shock, eyes gone dim. The men were busy, occupied with other things but within your range. Your hands rested on your lap covered in blood, possibly Snoke’s, maybe Kylo’s.

Your heartbeat slowed like it always did when you were facing a momentous decision. Your eyes swung back and forth between the lightsaber, the head, and your hands. The voices behind you faded to white noise.

The Force gave you a vision. Paths lighting up and expanding out from your hands.

You had won, your hard work had paid off. All your obstacles were gone. You could have everything you wanted. And more… You could have more. The weapon was in reach and by the time they realized what you were doing, they’d be dead. This was your plan, your idea! They had done their part and you didn’t need them anymore.

But you, you could do more. You could rise higher than thought possible, bringing the Galaxy to it’s knees. They were only men; easily distracted and disposed of. You could kill them now and have it all.

The First Order would obey you, Phasma’s troops falling in line at your show of cunning. The Knights would respect you, ruthlessly taking the opportunity. Men were weak and you were strong. You were better than them, better than everyone! You could be Empress of all, ruling for centuries!

All you had to do was pick up the lightsaber and cut their throats. All you had to do was kill them. It would be easy, they’d barely feel a thing. You could do it without breaking a sweat. You could spin a story to make yourself look good, give yourself deniability. You could become a God, rule the First Order and then the Galaxy!

You could kill them. You could kill them. Kill them. Kill them. Kill them! KILL THEM! KILL THEM!

KILLTHEMKILLTHEMKILLTHEMKILLTHEMKILLTHEMKILLKILLKILLKILLKILLKILLTHEMKILLTHEMKILLKILLKILL

You screamed then, air rushing into your lungs as you fell forward into your lap, bloody hands pushed outward.

“I can’t do it, I won’t do it! Don’t make me, I don’t want to! Get this off me! Get it off! Please, I don’t want to. I love you, I could never, I don’t want to.” You cry out, Hux coming to you and pulling you gently into a more comfortable position against his chest. Kylo, now mostly stable, takes your hands and removes the blood. He is gentle and soft. He knows what you were thinking.

“Together, together or not at all.” Kylo whispers, placing a reverent kiss on your clean palms. You sniffle and give a shaky smile. The vision fades away, just an idea that passes along.

“You have done so much and done it well, now we can relax and take our place in history. Relax my dear, rest now. It’s done.” Hux says into your ear and you nod, feeling yourself slump further into his embrace.

“It’s done.” You murmur back, repeating the phrase a few times, testing the weight on your tongue. It tastes delicious.

A laugh bubbles up in your chest then, loud and obnoxious. You can’t stop it and it escapes, echoing in the room and startling the men. A beat and then they follow, laughing along with you.

The laughter grows for a moment, a Stormtrooper passing by on patrol hearing it but paying it no mind.

Then it dissipates and the energy in the room settles. Hux lifts you in his arms and carries you back to bed, Kylo trailing behind, fist gently tugging on your nightgown.

You settle into sleep, your husband on one side and your lover on the other, and you drift away into peaceful nothingness. A smile is on your face.

Epilogue Coming Soon!

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jokeringcutio · 2 years ago

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Send me your prompts for hc and imagines about dangerous men and reader

#the grabber #the black phone #joker #arthur fleck #prompts open #star wars #kylo ren #general armitage hux #reader insert #albert shaw #arthur harrow x reader #albert shaw x reader #the grabber x reader #the joker x reader #ethan hawke #fandom headcanons #shakespeare

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angelofthenight · 2 years ago

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You: Hux?

Hux: What?

You: Are you awake?

Hux: Who the fuck did you think said ‘what’?!

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goosewriting · 10 months ago

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finals are over, you know what that means!

❇️ REQUESTS OPEN 📢🪿

» before requesting, make sure to read the rules in the pinned post as well as look over the masterlists to see what has already been written! « (for your convenience, i copied the rules down here under the cut as well!)

→ requests will remain open for: an indefinite amount of time → i only write gn!reader (seriously read the rules pls)

→ you can request for the following characters:

🐢 RotTMNT: Leo, Donnie, Raph, also their future versions! (please specify/pitch a timeline of your choice)

💫 Star Wars: Fives, Zeb Orrelios, Armitage Hux, Cal Kestis, inquisitor!Cal

🕸 Spiderverse (ITSV, ATSV): The Spot, Hobie Brown

🕷 Marvel's Spider-man (Insomniac Games): Peter Parker, Ganke Lee

please note: some of these characters are more tentative than others. i can't guarantee that i will write every request, but i'll try my best! it really depends on if it inspires me or not, and that may take some time or not happen at all. either way, thanks for sending something in<3

→ requesting rules:

only reader inserts, no OCs or canon x canon

reader is always gender neutral

reader’s ethnicity is always unspecified (as in skin colour, cultural background, etc.)

reader with specific physical traits is okay, please specify! (e.g. height, build, hair length, etc.)

mutant/non-human readers are okay, please specify!

in general, the more specific, the better!

no smut, only platonic/romantic

no blood-related reader (where the reader is the requested character's biological sibling, parent, kid, etc). sibling-like relationship through friendship/found family is ok!

no witch/sorcerer reader or demonic themes. reader with powers (think my hero academia) is ok, please specify!

only 1-2 requests per person at a time

be nice :’)

#goose requests: open #rottmnt x reader #star wars x reader #cal kestis x reader #spiderman x reader #tmnt x reader

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smut-wars-exchange · 6 months ago

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Nomination Queries #1

If you nominated any of the following noms, please contact us as soon as possible. You can reply to this post, send us an ask (ideal if you wish to remain anonymous), leave a comment on this post on dreamwidth or send us an email at [email protected].

Commander Fox/Senate guard

Nominator, did you mean The Senate Guard as the group within the Coruscant Security Force, the Coruscant Guard as the corps under Fox's command, or an Original Senate Guard? Unless we hear back from you: the mod team will approve the tag as Commander Fox/The Senate Guard Security Force to avoid confusion.

Bossk & Boba Fett

Nominator, did you mean Bossk/Boba Fett? We do not accept & relationships for Smut Wars. Unless we hear back from you: the mod team will approve the tag as Bossk/Boba Fett.

Kylo Ren/Hana "D.Va" Song

Nominator, did you mean to pair Kylo Ren with D.Va the Overwatch character? Unless we hear back from you: the mod team will approve the tag as Kylo Ren/Hana "D.Va" Song (Overwatch) to avoid confusion.

The Bad Batch/Female Reader

Nominator, who do you include in the Bad Batch? Do you include Omega? Do you include Crosshair? In this instance, the group might lead to confusion. Unless we hear back from you: the mod team will approve the tag as Crosshair/Echo/Hunter/Omega/Tech/Wrecker/Female Reader.

Original Female Character(s)/Original Female Character(s); Original Female Character(s)/Original Male Character(s); Original Male Character/Original Male Character

Nominators, we do not accept Original Characters if they are not paired with at least one Star Wars character. Please add at least one Star Wars character, such as Finn/Original Female Character(s)/Original Male Character(s). Unless we hear back from you: the mod team will reject the tags.

Armitage Hux/You; Din Djarin/You; Kylo Ren/You

Nominators, we do not accept /You nominations. Did you mean to nominate them as reader-inserts? If so, please change them to Character/[Chosen Gender] Reader without brackets. Unless we hear back from you: the mod team will approve the tags as Character/Any Gender Reader.

Formatting Reminders

Nominators: as stated in the rules🔗, please take the designations away. Nominate Rex instead of CT-7567 | Rex, Sev instead of RC-1207 | Delta-07 | Sev, etc.

Ships including (disambiguations), such as Omega (Star Wars: The Bad Batch)/Hera Syndulla and The Armorer (The Mandalorian TV)/Ahsoka Tano

Nominators: as stated in the rules🔗, please take the disambiguation away, nominating Omega instead of Omega (Star Wars: The Bad Batch) and The Armorer instead of The Armorer (The Mandalorian TV).

Nominators: as stated in the rules🔗, please pick a single identity.

Pick either Ben Solo or Kylo Ren;

Pick either Reva Sevander or Third Sister;

Pick either The Son or Fanged God;

Pick either Grievous or Qymaen jai Sheelal;

Pick either Anakin Skywalker or Darth Vader;

Use Thrawn instead of Thrawn | Mitth'raw'nuruodo.

It takes a tremendous amount of time to edit all these tags and associate them to Star Wars - All Media Types in the backend, time that the mod team unfortunately does not have considering the amount of nominations Smut Wars get. Unless we hear back from you: the mod team might reject these tags...This means you will lose the slot and won't be able to nominate anything in its place, so please try to edit them!

#smutwars2024 #*nominations

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itscatchyouintherye · 2 months ago

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You lose some, you win some [ReaderxGeneralHux]

Ren tries to humiliate Hux in front of you by revealing an embarrassing detail. It gives you an idea Ren did not intend and Hux did not dare to dream of.

The bridge is busy, lots of shouting, lots of rushing. You do your best to stay calm and somehow manage ten lines of communication at once. It feels like you’re barely blinking while you basically attack the screen in front of you with command after command. You don’t lift your head for most of the time and only acknowledge information shouted your way with a nod or occasionally a thumbs up if it came from across the room.

You’re second in command on the bridge, after General Hux. Well, if you count Snoke and Ren, maybe fourth? That also does not account for Phasma…First Order ranks are obscure. Practically, it means, either way, that when Hux isn’t here, you’re the one who oversees the bridge. You would also argue that you’re doing a lot more than overseeing. Other than the aloof General, you are actually hands on. Which is what earned you the respect of the other officers – sometimes to Hux’ annoyance, because even when he is on the bridge, officers tend to talk to you first anyway.

Ren, on the other hand, finds it amusing. He does not explicitly appreciate you, but he also never has thrown you against a wall…or questioned your standing. To put it differently: he values your commitment that has the welcome side effect of pissing Hux off by proxy.

It made it ever more puzzling to him when he realized that you were not disrespecting Hux but flirting with him. Well, what started at teasing, turned into flirting. Because your body’s reaction to Hux shooting you an exasperated look made you realize that you like nothing more than for him to be worked up because of you.

Hux realized that recently as well and plays into it, you are sure of it. For him, what started as being agitated turned into being aroused. At least that’s what his flushed cheeks and Ren’s eyerolls insinuated.

Even though it was something you are excited to achieve, you don’t really know how to handle it. Hux and you are now more or less openly flirting with each other, but don’t talk outside of work at all or ever were alone with each other.

Today, Ren gives you the final push when he obviously intended the absolute opposite to happen.

It happens when you finally look up from your screen after what surely has to be at least two hours. You do so, because Hux approaches to tell you: “They found the outpost.”

You turn to him: “Thank fuck.”

“Language.”

“My apologies, General.”

The corners of his mouth twitch.

Before either of you can say anything else, Ren comes storming in.

“Why wasn’t I informed?!”

Irritated, Hux looks at him: “Weren’t you chasing that sand rat?”

“Careful.” Ren walks right up to him. They stare each other down. You enjoy the tension for a long moment before you defuse it by telling him: “We just got the confirmation, Sir. Noone is to approach before you give the order or fly there yourself.”

Surprisingly, he barely seems to register your words.

Instead, he keeps his eyes on Hux. Then they dart to you for a second and back to the General whose face suddenly contorts in discomfort.

“Out…of my head, Ren!”

“What are you so desperately trying to hide? A little inappropriate dream or…oh my!” He starts to grin.

“Don’t you dare!” Hux points at him.

“Would you please tell me what’s going on?” You throw your hands up, irritated that they engage in this pissing contest instead of focusing on the mission.

“Gladly.” Ren smiles brightly and turns to you.

“Ren!” Hux’ warning has absolutely no effect on him, and he goes on: “The General hasn’t made any advances because…how do I put it?”

“Ren!” Hux shouts, now sounding actually desperate.

“He is seriously worried an encounter would end…prematurely.”

You mouth falls open.

Aghast, Hux stares at Ren. And then terrified at you.

The three of you stand in silence for a long, very long, moment. Ren clearly relishing it. Hux obviously loathing it. You, however, have a picture in your head so explicit and obscene that it makes you flinch.

Satisfied with the situation he created, Ren gives you a nod and then simply leaves for the hangar.

“I-, I-“ Hux looks at you, back on the floor, and back at you. “Please excuse me.” He says and basically sprints to the exit of the bridge.

You have to blink several times until the realization catches up to you, leaving you flabbergasted.

“Good gods.” You whisper shout at no one in particular.

Shaking your head, trying to get rid of the phantasy this information evoked, you turn back to your screen.

“Everything alright, Lieutenant?” An officer calls from the next workstation.

You honestly don’t know how to answer that and simply give him a tightlipped smile before telling him: “Make sure that Ren doesn’t go rogue but has some fighters accompanying him.”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

You stare at the requests piling up on your virtual desk. Some of them, you would have to talk to Hux about. Well, you planned on asking him about as soon as he arrived on the bridge…

You cannot, you simply cannot shake the idea that popped into your head. Even after your shift, or rather especially then, you think about it. About Hux under you. About him desperately panting, trying his best to hold it off, really trying…but it’s just too much for him, and-

After pacing for exactly one minute, you grab your datapad and request Hux to come to your quarters. You considered showing up at his, but this way it leaves him the dignity of coming over on his own accord. He could ignore it. He could just delete the request and see you tomorrow on the bridge, put his stern face back on and pretend that nothing happened.

To your delight, however, he arrives at your quarters shortly thereafter.

You take a deep breath and let the door slide open. Visibly nervous, Hux stands right on the other side, having a hard time to look you in the eyes.

You gesture for him to come in and he walks past you. You notice how tightly he has his hands clutched behind his back.

After you locked the door, he speaks up: “Listen-“

“Is it true? What Ren said.” You interrupt.

Hux’ lets out a choked noise and averts eye contact once again.

Somewhat nervous yourself, you walk up to him. You give him another second to compose himself and maybe come up with a lie, but he doesn’t.

Not touching him, you lean in and murmur: “It is, isn’t it?”

Hux shivers. You smile to yourself and lean even closer. So close that he can feel your breath when you add: “Tell me. I’d like to know.”

“Why?” His voice is barely a whisper, and he has to clear his throat. “Why would you want to know that? To humiliate me? To have something to-“

You kiss the side of his neck. Your lips just barely ghosting over his skin. Hux gulps. Slowly, you trail kisses up to his jaw. When you’re close to his lips, you lean back to tell him: “Because it turns me on, that’s why.”

His eyes widen in disbelieve: “What?”

“I think you heard me just fine.”

“I…what?” He sounds like his brain just short-circuited.

You purse your lips, waiting for him to process what you told him. To actually react.

Hands suddenly clasping your face, he does. With a groan, he smashes his lips onto yours.

You breathe out a surprised oh! and then kiss him back.

Letting your hands wander all over Hux, you pry his mouth open to push your tongue into his mouth. He welcomes it with another groan and pulls you closer, flush against his body.

“Stars…fuck…” He mumbles between kisses, making you restless in his arms.

Panting, you tell him: “Bedroom is that way.” As you walk him in that direction. More than willingly, he follows your lead.

As soon as you have him sat on your bed, you start to open his jacket and urge him to strip. His uniform pants, however, you make him keep on by grabbing his hand when he goes for his belt.

Confused, he looks at you.

“Ever since…all I could think about the rest of the day is…” You bite your bottom lip and take off your top instead of finishing your sentence.

Hux drags his eyes over your chest, lingering on your bra.

Without further ado, you straddle him, immediately feeling his hard-on press against your crotch. He inhales sharply at the added pressure and claws into your hips. Grinding down on him, you put your hand on the side of his face and kiss him deeply. He bucks up into you, and you sigh at his dick rubbing against your clit through your pants.

You reach down and palm his dick as you bite his bottom lip. He moans and scratches down your back before grabbing your tits. You squeeze his dick, making him curse loudly.

“Language.” You whisper with a smirk.

“Fuck off.” Hux replies and kisses you greedily.

You open your mouth and let him take charge of the kiss, tilting your head the way he moves it gently by grabbing your chin.

When you find the tip of his dick pressing against the fabric and run your thumb over it, he inhales sharply. “I- do you actually want-“ He stammers, making sounds more delicious than you could have ever daydreamed.

“Yes.” You tell him, widely turned on and surely drenching wet.

“Good gods…” He breathes out and moves his hips to meet the strokes of your hand.

While he bites into the soft skin of your chest to muffle his moans, you go back to grinding down on him, dragging your clothed cunt over his twitching shaft. It offers you at least a little relief and you cannot help but let out one or two moans yourself.

“Shit…I-please…” He looks up at you. “I can’t, I have to, please…”

“Go on.” You murmur and move your hips faster as you snake your arms around him, resting one hand on the back of his neck to keep him close, devouring him with hungry kisses.

“Fuck…” Now he bites into your bottom lip, quite hard.

Then he tenses and grunts and stop thrusting up against you.

You roll your hips a few more times before you still and lean your cheek against his temple while he catches his breath.

Then you scoot back a bit so that you can look down and see the wet spot in his pants. It makes you clench around nothing, intoxicated by what just happened.

Leaning his forehead against your chest, Hux lets out a chuckle. You smile and run your fingers through his hair.

“This is certainly one way to be intimate for the first time.” He tells you.

After a pause, he leans back to be able to look at you. His eyes are glazed over and his pupils still wide. You smile at him and press another gentle kiss to his lips.

“I cannot wait for Ren to see this the next time he probes into my brain.”

You raise an eyebrow.

“I mean, no! Not like that! I just mean that now…”

You laugh and stroke his cheek: “It’s fine. But don’t let him see what we’ll do the rest of the night.”

“You want me to stay over?”

“You want to leave?”

“No! Of course not, I-“

“Armitage Hux…it is confusingly arousing when you’re stumbling over your words.”

“Really?” “Oh yeah.”

“I can certainly keep that up.” He kisses your neck and then adds: “I really need to take off my pants now though.”

“Speaking of. How do you plan on getting back to your quarters tomorrow? Walk the base with cum-stained pants?”

Hux grins: “Looks like I will have to stay forever.”

“How terrible!”

He pushes you over and lays down on top of you, his hand wandering towards your crotch.

“Truly an awful fate.”

#fanfic #reader insert #smut #female reader #star wars x reader #star wars fanfiction #star wars #reader x general hux #general hux #reader x armitage hux #armitage hux #kylo ren #first order

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dckweed · 9 months ago

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WHAT WAS I MADE FOR? general armitage hux.

summary: in Ophelia, or Ophie for short, is given to the clutches of the First Order in the form of marriage to its almighty general as collateral by her indebted father and learns that she is not simply a pretty worthless face.

warnings: arranged marriage, mentions of physical abuse, slow burn romance, dry dark humor, slightly naive reader, sunshine!reader canon typical grump!hux, eventual smut.

AESTHETICS & SERIES TAGLIST!

hey babes! this is the visual aesthetics for the WHAT WAS I MADE FOR?, my first hux (and starwars fic in general), technically a reader insert but you’re named Ophelia/Ophie for short. Also the Daphne Bridgerton aesthetic is how i imagine fashion being on Ophie’s planet! most likely will be set before the events of force awakens.

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ablogcalledrevenge · 2 years ago

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Potential (A General Hux x Reader Insert Multi-Chapter Fic, Rated M)

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Epilogue

It was a pleasant day on Coruscant, the weather on the upper levels cool and bright. It wasn’t sunny exactly, but the sky was clear of clouds and painted everything with a gray tinge. You didn’t care, it didn’t need to be sunny. Most people would probably say it was too horrible of a situation to justify the sun.

Today your husband was being named Emperor. He would rule the Galaxy with no one above him and a legacy of greatness and progress would follow.

Kylo, supported by his Knights, would become Hux’s right hand, protector and enforcer in equal measure. He would only be bound to your requests, and otherwise free to do as he pleased.

You would be Empress. While not completely equal to your husband, you would have domain over plenty, ruling with impunity. To the people of the Galaxy, you would become their Queen, their Gem, their Mother, their Star. Their Sun to orbit around. When you died, they would mourn like children, abandoning everything to grieve you. They would love you and fear you and be better for it.

The troops were at parade rest, Kylo waiting on the platform. He had announced the death of Snoke a few days prior, the First Order chain of command scrambling like Porgs with their heads cut off until Hux stepped forward. He informally announced his new leadership role and you started to plan the coronation.

It couldn’t be anything too extravagant. You didn’t want to show off any obscene wealth or draw enemy attention for yourself. Just a televised coronation, followed by some time for you both to meet the various delegates you would be ruling over.

A command is given, the sound of hundreds of Troopers stepping on metal echoing around the hall. Then a curtain is pulled back and you walk out into the day. On either side of you are rows of troopers, then a small blockade, then some people of Coruscant. They are cheering for you, screaming out their love and praise. Perhaps there are naysayers, but they are drowned out by the simple-minded sycophants.

The Republic is gone, killed on it’s deathbed by a greater power. The Resistance is weak, separated from itself and lacking resources. Your takeover was a gift.

You glitter in the pale light, Kylo’s eyes widening in awe and affection as you approach the raised platform. Your dress is a beautiful one; a tight bodice that exploded out into a ruffled and voluminous skirt with a long train. The dress is embedded with gemstones, the color going from black to a blood red as the gazes of the people traveled from the bottom to the top.

You wear no jewelry but you know the gold headpiece Hux commissioned for you is waiting off to the side next to his crown. You had, in a fit of generosity, offered to make your coronation another day. Or to not have one in general. As the Emperor’s wife, your status would be obvious and implied. But Hux had insisted that if he were to get a new title with fanfare, then you would too.

You reach the platform, Kylo bowing to you before meeting you at the bottom most step and helping you up. He gives you a small but genuine smile, looking years younger from the lack of stress he always felt from Snoke. You nod and take your place next to your husband’s throne, the chair raised up several steps higher.

No one’s head must be higher than the Emperor’s. Not even yours.

Then another command and the curtain opens again. This time there is only silence. The crowd is quiet as they gaze upon their new leader. Through the Force you listen for thoughts with Kylo, his hand resting on his saber.

“He will be a great leader…”

“Maybe the Galaxy will have peace under his rule…”

“My goodness, he’s much more handsome in person…”

“I should kill him where he stands…”

“This is a day of ruin…”

“She looks absolutely beautiful…”

“They make a good couple…”

“The sniper is ready…”

“I love him fiercely.”

The last one is Kylo, and you’re sure he heard a similar thought from you. Kylo follows the trails of dissent, his knights reacting quickly to assess the threats and subdue them. The sniper, in a building across the way, readies his shot, but it never comes.

With a subtle flick of his wrist, Kylo snaps the sniper��s neck. His skill has only increased since Snoke’s death. No longer is he shackled by his Master’s plans, kept from learning more by his Leader’s hubris. You shiver with delight at the display of pure power, eager to see Kylo grow in his capabilities.

At last, Hux reaches you. He is dressed in his formal military uniform, medals and badges cleaned and polished till they gleamed. His hair is a vibrant red, carefully styled – not gelled - away from his face. You added a blood red cape to his uniform for a little flair, the fabric ending right above his knees and accentuating the trimness of his figure and the breadth of his shoulders.

A weak beam of sunlight envelops him as he turns to face his people. How serendipitous. The crowd waits with bated breath as Kylo approaches Hux. He bows low and Hux bows his head back in respect. You step forward and your husband takes your hand, placing a gentle kiss on your knuckles, before you step away once more. This is his moment, the one you have been working on for two years. Maybe more if you count all the time scheming and watching him on the holonews.

Your husband isn’t one for religion but considering there is no one to pass the monarchy down from, he had understood the tradition of allowing Kylo to present him with his crown. The Force was a universally known entity and a well respected belief system outside certain parties in the First Order. Seeing the current Master of the Force bestow Hux with the rule of the Galaxy would hold weight.

Hovering a gold laurel crown over Hux’s head, Kylo spoke, his voice ringing out over the crowd.

“Do you solemnly promise and swear to rule the Galaxy and it’s inhabitants with care and consideration for the wellbeing of both the present and future?”

“I solemnly promise to do so.”

“Will you in your divine and absolute power cause law and justice to be executed in all judgements?”

“I solemnly promise to do so.”

The crown lowers onto Hux’s head and he looks magnificent. The sunlight glitters against his crown and his medals, showing off the quality of his uniform and the shades of red in his hair. He looks wonderful and pride surges through, a zing of lust following. Then your husband turns to you, another crown floating your way.

It is a gorgeous piece, meant to arc around your head. On the sides were gold sprigs of laurel leaves, matching your husband’s. They stopped and the rest of the arc continued in a sparkling wire with a bejeweled sun in the center. Dropping down from the sun were two strands of pearls, looping to attach to the wire and rest just above your hair.

Facing your husband, you curtsy before him. He holds the crown aloft and, though he does not smile, looks at you softly.

“Do you promise to aid me and support me in my rule, putting the people of the Galaxy’s needs above your own, showing justice and mercy to all?”

“I solemnly promise to do so.”

He lowers the crown onto your head, and offers you his hand so that you can rise. He smiles again and it’s your favorite one. The one with dimples that you hope your children will inherit.

Then Hux steps in front of his throne. You and Kylo flank below him on either side.

“Presenting His Imperial Majesty, Emperor Armitage Hux, Ruler of the Galaxy and Supreme Commander of the First Order, and his wife, Her Imperial Majesty, Empress (Y/N) Hux. Long may they reign!”

There is a pause, where it seems like the galaxy holds it’s breath. Then the crowd speaks in unison, Captain Phasma’s voice clear and loud over it. You have won and now you can reap the rewards.

“Long live Emperor Hux! Long live Empress Hux! Glory to the First Order! Glory to the Galaxy! Long may they reign!”

The End

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