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beskarinhyperspace · 19 days ago

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A Ripple In Space

"God, how could someone as small as you make a men like me bend so easily?"

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8. Kylo

*Mature, Explicit, NSFW*

Kylo Ren x fem.reader

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A/N: The whole chapter is in Kylo’s POV ♡

As I stepped outside the room and closed the door behind, a cloud of sadness came washing over me. I stood still, recollecting myself before taking a deep breath and putting my helmet back on. Doing my best to brush the feeling aside, I walked to the courtyard. My pace quick, wanting to be done with it. As usual, I couldn't get you out of my mind.

*Be careful…* The words had come from your lips softly. Even if you were mad at me, you wanted me safe. You cared…

And here I was, leaving you alone yet again when it was my idea to bring you along with me. Maybe you were right. Maybe there was a part of me that was afraid you'd befriend Henry a little too much. Or maybe I was just selfish and liked to have you exactly where I could see you.

Whatever it was, it didn't feel right…

Walking the castle grounds kept reminding me of my time here. All the training; the exhaustion, the pain… Why did I bring you here? What was I thinking? This place looked and smelled like death… but I can't lie, having you here brought me comfort.

I don’t like being vulnerable, in fact I despise it, but with you it seemed to be unavoidable. Making me show parts of myself I tried to bury for so long. Some I didn’t even knew I had and some I didn’t knew still existed.

I finally reached the courtyard and got to the flying pod. Opening the small trap at the back. I examined the energy supply. Making sure that the maintenance was still in good shape when an arrogant red headed officer came into my peripheral.

“Good night Mr. Ren, I assume your return has been going well?” the man asked with a smirk.

I turned my head to where General Hux was standing, having much difficulty hiding my annoyance. “What do you want?” I asked, returning my attention to my task.

He took a step closer and spoke in a low tone, “a little birdie told me that you have brought a toy from home, is it true?”

Asshole… “Don't you have anything better to do? I’m busy.” I replied nonchalantly, not wanting to partake in his stupid games.

Hux nibbled the inside of his cheek with his hands behind his back before he finally answered, “The council wants to see you, it seemed urgent. I guess they didn't like what happened on Ebus. Maybe you shouldn't have underestimated the rebels like I told you—”

“I will go see them tomorrow morning.” I cut off

“Tonight, they want to see the supreme leader as soon as possible…” he added, his tone playful.

I nodded in response, watching him smile and walk away. I sighed, closing the trap back before looking at my arm band.

00:45

Great, you were probably already asleep. Not only did I feel bad for bringing you here but now I was making you wait. Which was exactly what I didn't want to happen. Hopefully this stupid meeting will end quickly.

I adjusted my helmet, gathering the energy to face the council before I stood up and walked all the way to the back of the castle. I stepped down a hidden path, where it led me to a set of stairs going underground. As I moved through the humid and claustrophobic pathways. I kept thinking on how stupidly I messed up.

For banta’s sake, by wanting to keep you all to myself and be closer to you, I was making you colder and distant. All I wanted was to spend as much time as I could with you and right now, I could barely manage to have a full evening. How was I supposed to fix this? I try shaking the thought of you out of my mind as I turn the corner and stepped into an open space.

My footsteps echoing and getting lost into the darkness. I keep walking a little longer before coming to a halt. Feeling the force getting stronger by the second. Keeping my calm as 3 figures dressed in black cloaks appeared.

Force clouding, how original…

The room was becoming slightly more visible as orbs of cool grayish light floated around. I barely had time to think; feeling a strong pull from my chest. I was being dragged and put down to my knees right in front of them. Their presence, ominous as usual. From the moment I became supreme leader, I had never seen their faces and I doubt today would be any different.

“Kylo Ren, finally blessing us with his presence…” the one on the left said. His tone deeply sarcastic.

The figure on the right chuckled darkly while the one in the middle raised his hand slightly. Gesturing to the others that he wanted to speak, “Care to tell us why we lost Ebus? Supreme leader…”

My legs began hurting from the lack of movement. They were keeping me in forced control, kneeling. My jaw clenched as I was losing sensation. I took a deep breath, trying to remain in control, “They were undoubtedly informed of our plans. There's nothing more we could’ve done. Our only advantage was the element of surprise, we lost it before—”

“ENOUGH!” The middle-cloaked figure shouted. “All I hear are excuses… Following your failure, you keep disappearing. Proving to us and the rest of the council that you do not deserve to even be considered a Sith!”

The rage started to build within me and for a fraction of seconds, I snapped, “I may have found someone who might know who is responsible for the breach. If I can enter their mind I could—”

They all looked surprised, “—What do you mean you can’t enter their mind?” The one on the left cut me off.

By their following silence awaiting my response, I had now realized that I had said too much.

“Speak boy!” The one in the middle yelled again.

I was hesitant but I had no other choice than to talk. “I can't seem to be able to read one of my prisoner's minds.”

They glanced at each other and without a word, the figure on the right raised his hand at me and began to look into my mind. Images of the attack on Ebus started to rapidly flood my vision. The small base we raided; troopers shooting at civilians by the port and landing stations. Most people looked like merchants, traders and workers with little to no wealth.

The following were ones of when I reached the inside of the rebel base. Who was hidden inside of a cliff. As I looked around, I noticed a name tag left on a console. «Viper» Noticing nothing else around, I took the metal pendant and shoved it in my pocket.

My eyes began to water from the extensive probing they were performing. Trying to get as much information out. The next one landed on the day I met you. A dirty prisoner barely standing with holes in her clothing with tousled and unbrushed hair.

By instinct, I closed myself to the intrusion, but my actions were not well received. Feeling an electrifying, debilitating pain all throughout my whole body shortly after. Making me fall forward on my hands.

“You think you can defy us?” They all laughed as he forced himself back inside my head.

This time I couldn't do anything about it. My vision filled with memories of the day I found you strapped and tortured by my guards in the interrogation room. The blood running down your arm while your red glassy eyes were looking up at me. The painful sight leaving a bitter, metallic aftertaste in my mouth.

The intrusion abruptly stopped but left me weak on the ground. I folded on myself, unable to move further as the anchored force finally left my body.

“Seems like he did try to get information, but it was like he said, unsuccessful…” one of the figures spoke aloud.

“I think we've seen enough. Bring the girl to us next week. She won't be able to hide from us. In the meantime, prepare your soldiers for Arelegon. We cannot afford to lose this one too.” Another ordered before they all vanished.

The room was dark again and I could barely move. As I was still laying on the cold floor, my body felt heavy. The force feeling faint in my hands. I try to recenter myself while laying down, but I couldn't fight the drowsiness that washed over me and fell asleep.

My whole body was damp when I woke up. I instantly removed my helmet. Feeling it tight, humid and suffocating. I must've been hot and sweated while I was out. Strangely enough, I felt cold. Wait, how long was I out?

As soon as I felt the sensation in my toes and fingers coming back, I quickly jumped on my feet. Moving rapidly through the tunnels and headed outside. I noticed the change in the colors of the sky, which was a lighter shade of red and gray. The cold breeze feeling fresh on my wet skin.

Fuck, it's morning. I was gone for the whole night…

A pinching sensation crawled through my chest as I recollect what’d happened before I passed out. The fact that I needed to bring you to the council in a week sinking in.

I sighed heavily as I began to walk towards the castle. I was relieved that they weren't aware of your presence here. Even if you were not force sensitive, for some reason, I couldn't fully read your mind. Weird energies kept finding their ways to us. Until I find out what they are, I need to keep you safe.

Moving inside the castle, I finally arrived at the dimly lit hallway leading to my room. Seeing a shadow walking in my direction. As the light lit his face, I recognized him instantly.

What the fuck is he doing here? I extended my arm and dragged him to me through the force. “Why are you here Hux?” I say keeping him in place.

He smiled, “She's really something uh, such a minx. I can understand why you'd want to keep her.”

“Answer!” I raised my voice, further losing patience.

“A true beauty, you should learn to share...” He smirked smugly.

That little piece of shit. I began to squeeze my fingers around his throat through the distance.

“She's making you weak, get rid of her!” He struggled to speak.

I took a deep breath and sent a jolt of dark energy, making him fall on the floor unconsciously.

He was never going to let go. I need to get you out before anyone else knows you're here. I ran up the stairs. Barging into my room. My eyes quickly landing on your shape in my bed.

Seeing you peacefully asleep as I approached, made me realize that I was scared. A fear of losing something I don't have and can't ever possess. I felt powerless. One of the things I feared the most was already happening; You were no longer safe with me. Quickly, I began gathering some of my stuff in an old satchel that was laying around my desk. Notebooks, important documents, even some clothes.

After a couple minutes, I came to you kneeling on the mattress. I tried to wake you softly but saw that you were too deep asleep to be in any way receptive. And so, I grabbed you. Turning you so you would face me completely and put your arms closer to your body. I lifted you slightly. Putting the satchel and my helmet on before picking you up from underneath your back and knees.

I made you leaned on me before rising from the bed. Leaving the room with a sense of heaviness. I left Hux unconscious in the pathway, just walked over him. I made sure to keep my pace steady as I made my way through the silent hallways and back to the courtyard. Afraid of waking you.

I pressed the button on my arm brace. Opening the passenger's door before gently sitting you down. In response, you winced and furrowed your brows. Maker, even when asleep you were giving me an attitude…

I strapped you and passed my gloved thumb on your chin. Closing the pod and walked around it to sit in the pilot's seat. I took another look at you before taking off and noticed a reddish mark on the side of your neck.

Was it there before? I can't remember.

My blood ran cold as I leaned forward. Seeing the faint purple veiny patches surrounding the small wound. That motherfucker…

I flip the necessary switches and turn the engine on. Without wasting anymore time, I took off. Putting the pod through hyperspace. I remove my helmet before flipping another switch and turning the wheel around it. Moving even faster than we did before. If my calculations were right, we should be there in fifteen minutes. Which is the best I can do considering the distance and the type of ship we're in.

I returned my attention to you. Who's still peacefully sleeping at my side. Maker, no wonder why you were so tired. I should've known that moron two-watt bastard would've done something like that. If he injected you with what I think it was, there was only one place I knew I could take care of you while keeping you safe.

We finally landed on the rich earthly planet. My hands becoming moist and almost numb. I took a deep breath. Knowing that I needed to act fast. I untied myself before moving around the pod.

Taking you into my arms and rushing inside the cabin. The air dense and humid. I opened the door. Pushing it with my foot and went into a small room on my right. I lied you down on the bed before putting a hand to your forehead. Noticing your temperature rising quickly.

Fuck, I ran to the back of the pod, opening the trap at the back. Taking a small white bag and ran back inside. Kneeling at your side, I drop the bag on the floor. Taking the scanner out along with a health analyzer cylinder.

My hands were shaking from the adrenaline, but I took a cotton swab and parted your lips. Sampling your saliva into the tube and activated it.

While that was processing, I took the scanner wand and proceed to pass it along your whole body from head to toe.

The results came instantly. Telling me your heart and oxygen levels were good but as I suspected, you had a fever. Hearing the beeping from the analyzer shortly after, I grabbed it. Growling low as I saw the cause of illness and was out the door the next minute.

I must’ve walked a good twenty minutes through the forest to finally arrive at a pond. Where like I predicted, would be some neon purple and blue headed mushrooms. I picked some and went back to the cabin.

I went directly to the kitchen, grabbed a knife and chopped the mushrooms, keeping only the tops. I minced them before putting them in a cup and added some water. You were dehydrated, I knew it would make it easier for you to swallow.

While approaching the bed, I quickly noticed the drops of sweat against your temple. Your flushed skin caused by the fever. I took the time to look at your state while sitting down. Lifting your head slightly so you could lean on my chest.

I pushed back strands of hair sticking to your face before bringing the cup gently to your lips. “Comon, dink” I whispered. You were more than just sick now; you were going in and out. “Comon Larel, drink…” I pushed the liquid slowly into your mouth and tilted your head back gently. My eyes watering in the process. Wanting desperately for you to be okay.

I didn't know how much time the plants needed to take effect and so I got comfortable with you on the other side of the bed. My body was exhausted and hurting from the council's visit, to say the least, but I also didn't want to leave you alone.

I stared at you, cradled in my arms. Your temperature going down a bit. Your breathing steady. I smiled knowing you would be okay. Gently passing the back of my fingers on your temple. God, how could someone as small as you make a men like me bend so easily? I’m strong, powerful and independent but when it comes to you? You shook my every beliefs…

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slashersgostabbystabstab · 1 year ago

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Taste (NSFW)

Lmao basically using all 5 senses for Hux!

Anyways, here we have a fic that I am rushing to post because I want to write more lmao. I don't promise that this is my best considering how I did not revise(I need to stop being so lazy) and this is just me testing something about with Hux...I'm obviously still getting the hang of writing robophilia smut too so please bear with me ^^

Warnings/Notes: SMUT! AFAB Reader, Robophilia, Cunninlingus, Hux being Hux, Weird stuff, Slight tentacles???(Please tell me if you guys think I should add anything else)

Words: 3,250

“I have made a discovery.”

The times when such a phrase came out from Hux’s voice box were not always the prettiest moments. Although he had started off as an android, he proved to be just as eccentric as the typical “mad scientist” trope entailed.

Afraid wasn’t the word to describe what you felt before asking “What is it you discovered, Hux?”, but perhaps it was uncertainty. An apprehensive feeling that would have never expected what would happen after Hux demonstrated his “latest physical development”.

His theory was that the organic parts of himself had grown accustomed to the crystal displayed on his body, evolving him further than he believed possible. Rather than affect him conscious-wise, Hux instead…grew an extension of some sort. Extensions in fact. Miniature, snake-like extensions that protruded from within his face’s orifice.

It had started with a simple demonstration that had quickly led to indecent thoughts on your part, and after all this time Hux knew how to read your mind perfectly.

Thin tendrils that seemed to have bloomed from his organic flesh, sprouting from his mouth to fully exhibit to your curious eyes. Thin tendrils that snaked and toyed with your fingers that you had brought up to Hux’s features to better examine them. Thin tendrils that you quickly found slithering over your cheek before they came close to your lips.

Could you really blame yourself for having your mind be flooded with obscene thoughts?

Things had quickly progressed from you strolling through the tranquil land of Dvarka Deepwood to you gripping onto Hux’s body, face practically melding with his own as he stood as still as possible. But even with Hux’s stoic mannerisms, he himself could not remain in a single location as you fought against him. The robot stumbled backwards when you pinned your body against his, and he was soon able to catch himself when your lips away from him.

“What the hell am I doing?” you breathed out once a sense of clarity hit you, mind pondering at how you basically threw yourself onto Hux once a fervor struck you so suddenly. Kissing Hux was a rather simple task, especially when considering that he frequently demanded that your affections befell him. But Hux kissing you…now that was a task that was impossible to challenge when taking into account that he did not possess such an ability due to his lack of lips and muscle movement. And now that he presented himself with a tool he could use for a form of kissing...you just couldn’t help yourself.

“You are indulging yourself in what appears to be an attempt at the human act of ‘kissing’.” Hux replied to your rhetorical question which only caused you to release him to cover your face. Attempt.

“I know Hux.” you mumbled behind your hands before showing your face again, looking at him while his unemotional lights stared back at you. “I think I just got a little carried away with your…tentacle-tongue-whatever-it-is. Think I got excited at the thought of…”

“Reciprocation.” Hux chipped in with a twitch of his body, craning his head sideways as you realized his miniature tendrils were still out and about. Practically teasing you. “It felt satisfactory.”

“What?”

“Your attempts…exceeded typical human limits.”

A chuckle escaped you at the sound of Hux’s attempted compliment, you at least hope that’s what it was. You could honestly say it made your heart skip a beat hearing a robot say your kissing skills weren’t disappointing.

“So…what exactly does that entail?” You tilted your head before Hux moved forwards, just enough to lower his head that was buried into the crook of your neck. It was seriously getting harder to push certain thoughts away…

“This body requires more.” He announced which prompted you to widen your eyes, though it wouldn’t be the first time he’d ever insisted on something like that. Your own hormones were probably getting the best of you. “It lacks the perception of flavor.”

You furrowed your eyebrows and prepared yourself to pull away from Hux to look at him, but you were startled the second you felt his tendrils hit your exposed skin. Your hands shot up and grabbed onto his body, clawing into his figure once the realization hit.

Everything was coming back to you, you couldn’t hold back the excitement that prompted you to take Hux’s head into your hands to resume your actions from before. Your own tongue slithered out from in between your lips before entangling itself with the many tendrils Hux provided.

While you were able to taste the fleshy bits of his skin on the tendrils, you were sure Hux was savoring the desperation that dripped from your tongue. Hell even your body reacted with such an intensity, beginning to sweat while your chest rose both quick and without any rhythm. If anybody had advised you that you would experience such venereal instances with a murderous robot, you probably wouldn’t have believed them.

But here you were with legs feeling weak despite no other physical pleasure being inflicted on you. Though perhaps that statement was wrong in its own way, and this was yet another thing Hux could sense.

His left arm came around your body to press itself against the lower part of your back, caging you against him like every other time.

You whined at the feeling as though you had been deprived of physical touch for too long. And you could admit that it was also so damn rewarding when Hux provided you with whatever form of intimacy his robotic self allowed. So damn gratifying like right now as his miniature tentacles toyed with your tongue before wriggling themselves in between your lips to explore your wetness.

And you knew the feeling to be mutual with how Hux used his second arm to hold you, folding his scythe-like claw in an angle that prevented it from ruining the mood. While he pushed you further against him as if you were bound to leave him, his mouth pushed you back as he deepened the reach of his tentacles.

To your misfortune however, your body’s limitations were beginning to show when your lungs begged for some oxygen. Your hands removed themselves from Hux’s head to place a hand on the metallic parts of his right shoulder with your other hand placed flat against his chest.

“Hu…Huxlee…”

“Why have you stopped?”

“Hol…hold up…I need to-” You let out a stammer after inhaling as deeply as you could, your breath of air immediately cut short when Hux’s tendrils attacked your mouth again. You were definitely NOT getting out of this one. Or perhaps…

Hux took back his actions and pulled himself away from you much to your surprise, finally giving you the time to catch your breaths with weary pants.

“This is not enough.”

At this point, you weren’t sure if that was a good or bad statement.

“This body requires more.” he repeated his phrase from before a mechanical whirring followed soon after, and Hux forced you to stand erect before removing his claws from you. Speaking of erect… “I sense your body is also in need of additional fulfillment.”

“Yeah…you could say that.” You panted before wiping your own saliva from your lips, staring intently at Hux who stepped forwards. You in turn stepped back, not to keep away from him but instead to find the stone structure you had been previously studying amongst the plantlife.

“My sensors detect an increase in heat in your lower body.” Hux followed you until your bottom and legs clashed with the stone ramp that was meant to be a jumping location during trials, and you made sure to slightly lean back on it as comfortably as possible. He towered over you like every other time,visor looking straight at you before you peered down at the practically non-existent space between your and his lower halves. “Your form requires fulfillment.”

You could see that his self-made phallic apparatus had revealed itself, no doubt a while ago with how it stood and leaned against the cozy coveralls you wore. A jumpsuit you graciously borrowed from a locker in the colony ship, and a jumpsuit that was beginning to stain with whatever fluid was dripping from Hux’s appendage. With how it twitched against you, you were convinced it could sense the excitement radiating from your groin.

Fuck, if Dvarka’s humid nature wasn’t getting to you then clearly it was the hotness between you and Hux. A warmth bothersome enough that you unzipped the coveralls to reveal your tank top that had been clinging to your dampened skin. And your skin only proved to humidify further when Hux brought his head back to your neck, gliding his tendrils down to your collarbone and eventually near your chest.

Fuck, it was hot. Too damn hot. Hot enough to have your hands scrambling on the zipper of your suit, desperately trying to take it off to cool yourself while also exposing yourself to the robot.

However, Hux wasn’t having any of that. He didn’t have time to wait, he needed more now. And the twitching his body gave when he pulled away from your body was telling enough.

His left claw took you by surprise when he took hold of your jumpsuit with it, particularly the crotch area, before he ripped a portion of the material with complete ease. Hux’s head craned down to study your shocked self, your gasp signaling that he had revealed more than enough.

“This body lacks a sense of taste,” his voice box rang out once he positioned himself, phallus placed against your wet sex. “I have studied the worms enough to know your flavor can be enhanced with enough pleasurable stimulation.”

“Wait, wait, wait. You what?” You weren’t surprised that he of course had been stalking your fellow survivors to learn-

“Ah-!” your thoughts were interrupted when you felt him easily fill you up without warning, and you threw your head back while gripping onto the structure beneath you. “Fuck, Hux!”

You removed your left hand from the stone to hold onto Hux’s metal arm once more as he continued to insert himself, your wetness allowing him to smoothly slide back out as you threw your head back. It was then that you parted your legs to both ground yourself a bit more and give Hux easier access, and he took this opportunity to step forwards so that he could plunge himself even deeper into you.

The whirring of his mechanical parts sounded as he pulled out almost excitedly, robotic member in full view and drenched in your juices as he lay it against your hole again. After so many heated sessions with you, and the occasional “observing” of the survivors’ and killers’ sexual acts, the machine really had been learning.

He knew the sudden emptiness would elicit a whimper out of you, that it would have you crying for more before he blithely obliged. He knew it would have you humping yourself against him, holding his hips in a desperate attempt to have him inside you again.

It felt almost poignant, rubbing yourself against him before you reached out to his phallic device with a hand. It was crazy how crazy this robot made you feel, head dizzy at the thought of his sex and how it felt as though it was made for you.

“Huxlee…please.”

“You succumb so easily.” The robot announced as he felt you pump him, and he finally moved his hips so that you could slide him right back into you.

“So do you.” You gave out a breathy chuckle as you returned your hand to Hux’s side, pushing his body toward you so that he could completely bury himself inside you. A sigh of relief escaped you before Hux resumed his movements, sloppy thrusting resulting in Hux’s left claw moving up to take hold of your hip.

He gripped onto you as if trying to steady himself, every thrust making his legs tremble just as your body began to slightly quiver. To steady himself even more, he threw his scythe beside you and over the vault, this being enough to scare some sense into you.

But even then you didn’t give a damn, instead shutting your eyes with an elated smile. The pleasure was beginning to take over you, mind becoming hazy the more Hux pushed his hips into yours. And in between all his thrusts you let him go with your dominant hand, now bringing your fingers to your wet clit. You began with some careful rubbing, making circular patterns that were quickly building up a sensitivity. And as that new feeling grew in your bud, you increased your pace before your back began to arch into Hux.

But the moment Hux caught sight of this, he removed his claw from your side before forcefully grabbing your fingers, bringing up your hand to his visor as he scanned the new fluids that coated it. Never once did he cease his pumping into you, in fact you were pretty sure his humping had sped up and increased in some force.

And when you opened your eyes to look at him, you were now certain of how eagerly he wanted to experience taste. Once he took a proper look at your fingers, he brought them to his mouth where his tendrils immediately wriggled back out to lap up everything he could.

You weren’t certain if the desperate licks were because he was trying so damn hard to taste something, anything…or if he finally acquired a new sense and was completely reveling in it.

“Huxlee…” You lifted your head slightly higher to better watch him, soon enough feeling as his movements slowed down before coming to an easy stop. “No, no, no. Don’t do this to me aga-”

“This is not sufficient.”

Then what fucking was!?

With your mouth agape, you watched in horror as Hux removed himself from you once he released your wrist and removed his scythe from behind the ramp. After how many times he had pulled such a stunt, you were almost sure it was now done on purpose.

“Where are you going?” you questioned him with a fully flushed face, seeing as he took a step back to overlook your entire body. “Hux!”

“Get comfortable. Fast. Please.”

“Comfortable?” you made a face before his fingered claw placed itself on your chest, gingerly pushing you backwards so that your entire body lay on the stone ramp. Something told you it was best to bring your body as high on the ramp as possible, and thank the Entity you did.

Despite Hux’s hunched stance, he proved to be too tall to reach his goal. Having you get up made it easier for him to bow his head down to the area between your legs, visor fixated on the wetness you continued to provide for his inquisitive self.

“Something great is about to happen.” Of course he always had to bring in his damn lines like this was some damn video game. But as it seemed, something great was indeed happening.

Before you were able to question Hux any further, you quickly found one of the robot’s tendrils lapping up the entirety of your slit, eliciting a sudden upwards jerk from your hips. Holy shit he had no mercy with the way those tendrils attacked your sex; it was almost as though each individual one had a mind of its own with how they parted your lips to pace their way inside you.

You couldn’t help but writhe under Hux, whimpering, whining, nearly crying at this new sensation. Never in your entire life would you have imagined a makeout session with a robot that would eventually lead to him eating you out in this way.

The tendrils, despite being an extension of his damaged flesh, had their own kind of texture that proved to be softer and exceedingly nice against your flesh. And they were feeling up every inch they could find, every bit they could reach, letting you feel each and every one of them at all times.

“Aah….Hux-” you managed to choke out before a gasp escaped your lips when one and then two tendrils found themselves deep inside you, your hands shooting out to hold his head that remained motionless unlike his new tongues. “Shit! Please…!”

“Your blabbering is satisfactory.” Hux voiced before his left claw held onto your waist, holding you in place after you jerked into him once more. “As is your squirming. Climax levels are swiftly rising.”

And he was so right, because that usual knot in the pit of your stomach had been forming for a good minute now, tightening the longer Hux licked and toyed with you. More of his tendrils inserted themselves inside you, squirming inside your walls as if exploring some new cavern. Guess in a way that’s what it was to Hux.

“Huxlee, I’m…” you panted with one more arch of your back, gripping onto his head with quick breathing that was as hot as your body felt. The heat only furthered your incoming orgasm while the cold feel of Hux’s claw brought a tingling. Oh fuck…it was becoming too much to handle on top of the feeling of Hux pulling you towards him as if it were even possible, spreading your walls ever so slightly. “I’m…I’m-”

Hux’s tendrils slid out from your hole to all collectively rub themselves against your clit, almost furiously to make your coming arrive even faster than you anticipated. And the robot was successful, catching you off guard by playing with your sensitivity that almost immediately made you cry out and throw your head further back.

But although Hux knew you had finished against his mouth, fluids glazed over his orifice and tongues, he never stopped his licking. You squeezed your eyes shut while your sex had you twitching and squirming intensely, Hux taking full advantage of your current vulnerability.

“Hux, please!” you whined as you continued to ride out your high, never able to catch a break or even a damn breath. “Hux…oh my god…please, I don’t have anymore…”

As your chest rose and went back down rapidly, your lips agape to try and catch your breath before you finally felt Hux removed himself. Quite hesitantly, but he managed to break himself away from you to give you your moment of recovery.

You reopened your eyes to peer at the robot, vision almost blurry as the lustful fog remained in your mind. And looking into his visor’s lights, something told you he had the same sentiment.

“Did��did you get a taste?” you cleared your throat, ultimately shutting your mouth to ease your breaths.

“Negative.”

Your eyes widened at Hux’s reply, shock coursing through you enough to make you instantly forget about your exhaustion. Meanwhile, Hux twitched his head before glancing down at your wet crotch in what you considered a predator-like stare.

“You’re joking.” You rubbed your eyes, not being able to contain a chuckle before you also took notice of his member that had not yet reached its satisfaction.

“We must make another attempt.” Hux stepped close enough to rub said member against your still sensitive clit, making your legs wince before you looked up at him with pleading eyes. “Perhaps more stimulation involving insertion is required.”

“That just might be it.” you gave a breathy smile as you took hold of him, ready for the machine who was already gripping onto you.

#dbd #dbd singularity #dbd hux #hux a7 13 #singularity x reader #dbd x reader #hux x reader #robophilia #robot x human #smut #kay i'm off to hopefully write another lol #gotta do this job application and assignments for college have already started despite the semester not starting like gross

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itscatchyouintherye · 9 months ago

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Hit Me Where It Hurts [ReaderxGeneralHux]

An interrogation escalates. In several ways.

“Get up!” The General shouts at you.

You’re on all fours, head pounding from the slap he just delivered to your face. It was the fourth or fifth, maybe the sixth - you’re not sure at this point. Especially because you have been in a room with Hux for surely over an hour by now; and what started with stern and calculated questions, escalated to him trying to get something out of you with physical violence.

Apparently, you didn’t react quickly enough to his liking, so he rams his shin into your side, making you collapse and gasp for air.

Shielding your head, you lie on the cold ground of the interrogation room, wondering how to convince this spiteful man that you’re, in fact, not a traitor. The way he reacted the last million times of you telling him that…your future isn’t looking bright.

“Get up, you pathetic cunt!”

Hux using such vulgar language completely catches you off guard; More than any slap ever could. You look up at him, astonished.

His face is as hard as it has been since he closed the door behind you, but even he appears surprised by his own loss of composure.

The moment of stillness on Hux’ side, enables you to finally stand up and gather your thoughts. Whereas his escalating demeanor scared you before, you now begin to find it gratifying. You wipe your chin clean of the watered-down blood that dripped down. You bit your tongue, and it mixed with your saliva. You also straighten out your uniform and run your fingers through your hair. Anything to make you feel dignified. At least a little.

“I got up.” You say with the most nonchalant voice you can muster. “Now what?”

The General straightens his back and takes a step towards you. Against your efforts, it makes you flinch. A disgusting smirk tugs on his lips when he sees it.

“We’ll do this aaaaaall over again.” He tells you.

“How many times will until you believe I don’t know!”

Hux gets in your face, and you feel his breath on your neck when he snarls: “Until you beg.”

You lightly turn your head and let your eyes dart over his face and upper body. You’ve never been so close to him. At least not in a position that allows you to focus on anything but pain.

You notice the freckles on his cheeks and how truly fiery his hair is and how he’s lightly panting.

This is clearly getting to him in a way that makes him not relent. Otherwise, he would have executed you by now. Why does he insist to keep going?

“General…” You say quietly. “I don’t know who gave away the passcodes. Nothing in my personnel file would suggest that I am a traitor.”

“Do you think I’m stupid?! I-“

“Apparently, yeah.”

Oops. You didn’t mean to say that out loud.

Hux strikes you again, but this time he immediately grabs a fist full of your hair to yank you back up. You yelp, painfully craning your neck to somehow relieve the burning sensation on your scalp.

“Do you have a death wish?” He growls.

“No.” You reply through gritted teeth.

“Then tell me who gave away the passcodes.”

You take a few deep breaths, willing yourself to neither cry nor beg; Giving up on the possibility that you might get back to your job after this and rather focus on if you even make it out the room alive.

“I told you,” You say, voice rough by now, “I don’t know.”

Hux lets out an annoyed sigh and goes to readjust the grip he has of your hair. The moment his fingers unclasp, you let yourself fall down and violently throw your body against his. With a surprised ‘oof’, he goes down with you, landing on his back.

You scramble to get off him, driving your knee into his stomach while at it, and hurry towards the door. You make it two steps, before his gloved hand grabs your ankle to stop you, causing you to stumble and fall right back down.

The air is pressed out of your lungs and your arms, you fell on to catch yourself, hurt like shit.

Relentless, Hux holds on to your ankle and drags himself over the floor and onto you. Next thing you know, he’s grabbing the back of your neck, fully body weight on top of you.

“What the fuck was that?”

“Me restating that I don’t have a death wish and would like to get out of here.”

“I’ve been going at you for over an hour, how do you still have the energy to be snarky?”

“The First Order taught me well.”

He chuckles. Hux actually chuckles at that.

You’re not so sure if that’s a good sign.

Either way, you stay still and breathe shallowly, your own breath ricocheting off the floor your cheek is pressed against.

Now, the next thing that happens will forever be up for debate. Did he start it? Did you? Was it on purpose by either party? What about the power imbalance? What about the violence? Is this romanticization? …

Mostly, this is happening right now, so you cannot care to keep pondering.

Hux moves again, not loosening the grip he has on your neck; it causes his crotch to drag over your ass and for the splinter of a second it feels good to have him on top of you.

You hold your breath to suppress that thought, but Hux senses it too. He feels it too. Because you both fall completely silent and the energy in the room shifts noticeably. All of a sudden, this isn’t a violent interrogation, it is General Hux dry humping you.

All of a sudden, Hux is desperate to convince you of something. It was obvious from the beginning that he enjoys this, but now a new kind of enjoyment became palpable.

You snicker.

He huffs.

Violently, he pulls you up as he gets to his feet. It hurts, of course, but you don’t cry out like before. You stay quiet. You force him to fill the silence.

“Last chance, Lieutenant.”

You don’t reply.

He finds your eyes, glaring at you.

You only wipe your cheek clean and blow your chaotic hair out of your face.

Unbelievably angry and reckless, he spins you around and walks you up to the wall, shoving you against it. You manage to absorb the shock with your arms, that are bruised and basically numb by now.

You usually, naturally, would have braced yourself for him to shoot you in the back of your head. But he walks up too close. His breath is too hot on your neck. He’s panting too loudly.

“What kind of sad strategy is this?” He asks. “Giving me the silent treatment?”

You press your lips together to not audibly react to his closeness. To the intensity this whole interaction gained.

He shoves you against the wall again and kicks your legs apart to fully lean into you.

You gasp.

He slaps the wall next to your head.

“Answer me, Lieutenant!”

“I have nothing to say.”

After a pause, Hux yanks your hips back and reaches around you to open your belt.

“I’ll give you something to talk about.”

You shiver, aghast to realize that you do not want to protest.

He rips your pants down and when he claws into your ass, you feel that he took his gloves off. He really wants to touch you.

He presses one hand between your shoulder blades to keep you in place while slithering his other down your thighs and back up to reach your cunt.

You flinch when he drags his fingers through your folds and finds your clit. It makes him circle it harder. Which occupies your thoughts enough to only realize that he took his hand away from your back when you hear him unbuckle his belt and open the zipper of his pants.

Within seconds, he is dragging his dick where his fingers just were. Impatiently, he tilts your hips further and adjust his stance to be able to tease your entrance with the tip of his dick.

You whimper at the sensation and the feeling of him being incredibly hard.

Slowly, he moves back and forth, never fully pulling out of you.

“I told you I’ll keep going until you beg.”

“And I told you I have nothing to say.”

“Your cunt suggests otherwise.”

He shoots back and pushes in further, causing a wet noise to echo through the room.

“So does your dick.” You tell him through gritted teeth.

Cursing you out, Hux snaps his hips and shoves his dick fully into you.

You yelp, not expecting him to be this big. After all, you haven’t seen his dick yet.

He bites into your shoulder and begins to thrust without giving you much of a break.

You groan, head lolling to the side, embarrassingly highly enjoying every second.

Hux plows into you tirelessly, proving to be as relentless as his politics suggest.

He also proves to be as cruel, because the moment he feels you tighten just a little bit, he pulls out and turns you around to face him.

“Beg.” He snarls.

You snake your leg around his hip and pull him closer. “No.”

Both panting, you stare each other down.

“Fuck you.” Hux says, lining himself back up with your entrance.

“Fuck you.” You hiss.

Then he pushes back into you, and you clasp his face with both hands and silence your first full-on moan with a kiss.

It’s an angry kiss. It’s a desperate kiss. It’s a yearning kiss.

You don’t break it for a long time. You deepen it. You tilt your head, he bites your bottom lip and thrusts harder, you push your tongue into his mouth.

When you do break it, he breathes out: “Pathetic cunt.”

“Feels amazing, doesn’t it?”

And then you’re devouring each other again, your thighs shaking, his dick twitching inside of you.

“I’ll apologize for hitting you if you beg.”

You have to blink several times to focus back on Hux’ face. To remind yourself who you’re actually fucking.

“Oh, so we’re bargaining now?”

“You proofed yourself to be good for something after all, might as well…”

“And what is it that I’m good for, General?”

“Being a wet hole I can fuck.”

This strikes a nerve with you. But not the one Hux intended.

Because you clench hard and cum with a groan.

“Shit, fuck…” He mumbles, working against the resistance of your spasming walls.

Clawing into his shoulders, you try your best to hold yourself up while you go rigid and waves of pleasure shake your body.

Surprisingly, Hux is the one to sink down. You follow him, straddling him as soon as your knees hit the ground, and rolling your hips to slip his dick back into you.

He kisses you, body overheated just like yours, and fucks into you from below. You’re barely able to meet his erratic thrusts.

Soon, his head falls back and his face contorts and he cums with a groan.

You both still, averting eye contact even though you’re too high from your orgasms to feel real shame.

After a long moment, you get off Hux and roll to your back to pull your pants up, ignoring the mess between your legs.

You hear fabric rustle as he does the same.

However, neither of you stands up. You lie on the cold ground, staring at the ceiling, shoulders almost touching.

“Thank fuck I deactivated the cameras.” Hux suddenly says.

You burst out laughing and finally look at him.

He’s already looking at you, eyes darting over your face.

“I really am sorry.” He adds, whispering.

You let out a hum but then say: “You almost got me.”

“Got you?”

“To believe that you’re sorry. And beg.”

“What do you think you’ll do first?”

#fanfic #reader insert #smut #female reader #star wars x reader #star wars fanfiction #star wars #armitage hux #reader x general hux #general hux #hate fuck #tw violence #interrogation

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charliedawn · 1 year ago

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DEFECTIVE GOOD PART 12

She looked around, her lips still curled with a small smile.

"This is the Resistance camp...?" She could not help the surprise in her tone—she was expecting a lot more than just...well, more than just this. She thought the Resistance camp would be...something bigger ? Greater ?

It was a lot smaller than she had expected. That was what the First Order was so afraid of ? That was the 'great enemy' ?

"It sure is. We may not be many, but we got the spirit." Poe winked cheekily at her. "Now, come on. Let me give you a tour."

She nodded, trying to stop herself from smiling any further.

Just a normal thing. Him giving you a tour. Don't be so happy.

She followed him out of the shuttle, and...well, she looked around. She looked around the camp, noticing how many people there were there were, and how small it all felt.

But then again...this was the Resistance.

They did not have a lot of time and they did not have a lot of resources. Of course the camp would feel small.

At least, that was her train of thought.

She stayed close to him as she followed him around the camp...

"Here we got our barracks, training center, kitchens and...well, that's pretty much it." He chuckled. "Pretty small, huh ?"

JR-6025 nodded with a small smile. She knew she shouldn’t day anything, but she had to get information or general Hux wouldn’t be satisfied.

"…Will you show me your centre of operations ?" She asked curiously. It was a long shot but, she ought to try and get as much information as possible as soon as possible.

"Hm ? Oh, sure." He nodded. JR-6025 was surprised by how fast he had agreed—without question. And so, he led her to a slightly more...grand looking building in the camp.

"This is...sort of like our base in this camp. So...let's go in here."

Wait…What ? He was inviting her in ?

"…Poe. Wait. Are you…sure ? I mean…I was a stormtrooper. Are you sure you want me to come inside ?" She asked—unsure.

He frowned at her words before chuckling and shaking his head.

"What ? Why wouldn't I want you to come inside ? Look around you, this is a Resistance camp." His expression was confused—he was unsure of why she would even ask that. "We're not gonna like, kill you or anything like that, we're not the First Order. Look, see..."

He gestured his hand, gesturing for her to simply follow him inside. JR-6025 hesitated before finally following him inside. The building looked a lot like what she was expecting it to look like. It felt clean, it felt organized...and the people inside...Well, the people looked happy.

They looked cheerful and motivated.

And they did not look like they feared her presence.

So far, this was nothing like the First Order…

She looked around and some people waved at her. She timidly waved back—until she heard a voice ask.

"Hey, Poe ! You’re back !" She looked forward and was surprised to find FN-2187 coming their way. He hugged Poe before looking at her suspiciously.

"Who’s that ?"

Poe grinned mischievously.

"You mean you don’t recognise her ?" Poe then wrapped an arm around JR-6025’s shoulders and pulled her forward.

"This. Finn. My friend. Is our dear JR-6025. The stormtrooper who helped us escape on Starkiller Base and who also tried to help me on Azterri before the…Well…You know."

Finn’s eyes lit up in recognition and he grinned widely before looking at JR-6025.

"No way ! JR-6025 ?! Is that you ?!"

Finn’s grin widened and pulled her into a hug.

"You also made it out. I’m so…happy."

JR-6025 was speechless for a few seconds.

She was...surprised at the show of affection she was receiving.

JR-6025 was caught off-guard. She felt herself tense up slightly—she didn't expect any form of a reunion just yet...And yet she felt her expression soften slightly, upon observing that both Poe and FN-2187 seemed...happy to see her. She felt her lips curl into a small smile as she heard Finn call her by name.

She felt her face getting even hotter as she remained in his hug.

"Y-Yeah...I did. I did...I...I made it...Yeah."

FN-2187 released her and grinned.

"Can’t believe you’re actually here. How did you escape the First Order ?"

JR-6025 laughed awkwardly. Right…General Hux had prepared a sort of story about her 'escape'. She didn’t remember the details but she could improvise a little, couldn’t she ? She smiled, although it was only slightly awkward, as she tried to keep her calm.

"Um...well, after Starkiller Base blew up, I was pretty shaken up. And so I-I went back to the First Order base, but then I-I decided to abandon them, once I-once I realized how corrupt they were." She knew that she would have to be more careful about her story in the future, but so far her story seemed to satisfy both men.

"Well…Glad to have you here with us, buttercup. Now, come on. There’s someone you should meet." Poe said and grinned before leading her toward the commanding officers area. She frowned slightly as she saw him call her "buttercup" again. And yet, the frown slowly disappeared as he began to lead her toward the commanding officers area.

She felt her heart beat faster.

Who was she going to meet ? The leader of the resistance ?

Poe seemed excited while JR-6025 was just a nervous wreck…Poe led her to a group of people and waited behind a woman was seemed in great discussion with other members of the Rebellion.

Poe coughed to catch the woman’s attention who turned around.

"JR-6025. Let me introduce you to our great general. Leia Organa." Poe smiled before introducing her to none other than Princess Leia—the mother of Kylo Ren. JR-6025 almost chocked on her own saliva at meeting the most famous Rebel in the Resistance…

"Hum…I…It is an honour…sir…madam ?"

She smiled and nodded.

"JR-6025 I presume ? Poe warned me of your arrival. I'm very happy that you decided to join us."

JR-6025 bowed out of respect for this woman who was willing to fight against her own son in order to bring back harmony to the galaxy…She was an exemple of power and wisdom, even among the stormtroopers who her as a Rebel chief. She knew why now, her power was radiating out of her like the Sun itself...

"Oh ! No need to bow, dear. We're all on the same level here."

She was at a loss for words for a few seconds, as she could hardly take her eyes off of Leia. The Princess's presence commanded the attention of the room on its own. JR-6025 felt her heart beating even faster as Leia called.

I can't...I can't mess this up.

She nodded, her face still beaming with a smile as she spoke.

"Yes, General, er..." She nodded again. "Madam."

General Organa smiled before taking the stormtrooper’s hand between hers.

"I heard how you helped my soldiers. Thank you."

The way she was imposing herself, the way people bowed slightly when they passed by her, how her eyes scanned the room before falling upon JR...She didn't have to think twice about who she was, the portrait of a true born leader. Funny enough, Princess Leia made JR-6025 think of General Hux, even though it always made her laugh when she saw his fast-paced and rhythmic gait in the morning. She could only smile at the memory before shaking your head to get rid of those dangerous thoughts. Leia put her hand on your shoulder and she finally looked up at her. She smiled at JR-6025 before asking.

"I am sorry to ask. I know it must have been hard to get to us. But, did you..Did you see my son..? Is he…alright ?"

JR-6025 froze upon hearing this question. JR didn’t need anyone to tell her who she was talking about, her deep black eyes spoke for themselves, unique in the universe, and only shared by one other person in the universe: Kylo Ren.

She couldn't lie.

Yes, she had seen Kylo Ren.

But...she did not know what Leia meant by "alright". She wanted an honest answer, right ? JR-6025 automatically lowered her gaze, she had always felt intimidated by those eyes. But, Leia only smiled kindly at her before saying in a gentle voice.

"You do not have to be afraid of me, my dear..I assure you that you are safe here..."

JR looked up at her and nodded gratefully at her.

"Your majesty..." she had no words for a few seconds. She heard Leia's words; her words were kind, they were gentle. But...she wasn't used to this.

Leia was treating her like she was...like someone worthy of that sort of respect.

It was the exact thing that she always wished for.

Someone looking at her with...kindness.

"Thank you…Your majesty. And I...I saw him, yes." She finally answered and could feel her face growing hot once more as she said this—she just hoped that Leia would not take it the wrong way...She didn’t know how to describe Kylo Ren to his own mother. She didn’t even understand Kylo Ren most of the time…"He is doing…well. For now."

Leia nodded understandingly before looking back at Poe.

"Here. Poe. Take care of our new guest. Show her to her tent. She must be exhausted…"

JR-6025 could barely process what was going on. In a matter of seconds, she was being treated like a guest—a respected one at that, and was being asked to be shown to her tent. She was stunned and delighted at this turn of events.

When they were gone, princess Leia entered her tent and fell on a nearby chair, devastated. She had lost Han and now, she now was starting to wonder if she hadn't lost her son as well…However, she suddenly felt a cold robotic hand on her shoulders and opened her eyes to see C-3PO staring at her.

"I'm tired, old friend…I don't think I can continue much longer.."

C-3PO, for a moment, seemed genuinely sad and sat beside her.

"You know what is worse for a droid who has served a family as long as I have, princess ?"

She shook her head negatively and C-3PO looked at her before answering.

"No matter how much time passes, you never get used to seeing your friends die...Han Solo was my friend too, maybe a brute, but still…For me, he was family. And, I know I'm only a droid, but even I can feel sorrow and loneliness...I still have the memories of master Luke, master Anakin, empress Padme Amidala and so many more people that I mourn, everyday…This is why I hate fraternizing with humans, because it hurts even more when they leave."

Princess Leia smiled at her old friend's words, knowing that they came from deep within his program.

"I'm sorry, my friend.."

C-3PO didn’t answer, but nodded before getting up.

"Well ! There is no reason to say sorry now ! You're not dead yet and I'm sure that..!"

Leia cut him off by standing up as well and wrapping her arms around C-3PO.

"Thank you, my friend...for having always stood by my side..."

C-3PO stayed still for a moment in surprise before hugging her back tentatively.

"You're very welcome, princess."

Leia stayed still and silent for a few seconds as she hugged her old friend back, until a quiet and small chuckle escaped her lips. She finally released the robot's grasp and she smirked at him.

"I...I think I've kept you around for a few too many years. It seems you have grown on me." she teased, as a small grin spread on her face. She felt a little better after hearing his words—she didn't think a machine could understand emotions like grief, until he spoke.

The droid pat her shoulder.

"And you are not about to get rid of me I am afraid…"

She laughed.

"Of course I'm not going to get rid of you—that would be like trying to get rid of family." she answered, laughing a bit more as a small grin spread on her face. C-3P0 stared at her before patting her head.

"…I will stay by your side until the end, princess." The droid confirmed and let out a small hissing sound—like a laugh. "Besides, you were always my favourite. But, do not tell Luke."

Princess Leia chuckled.

"Of course not, I will not tell him. I would never...Besides, I think that he is aware you liked him the least."

C-3PO nodded.

"Master Luke is the most troublesome young man I have ever had the displeasure of meeting…But, he did have his…moments."

Leia smiled at the robot's words.

"I think that is the perfect way of describing our mutual friend." she chuckled. She felt her eyes drifting off for a few seconds.

"If it wasn't for him and those moments, I'm...not sure we would have turned out exactly the way we did. It's...a funny thought, isn't it ?"

C-3PO nodded in agreement.

"Yes, princess…It is quite the funny thought."

Meanwhile with JR-6025:

JR-6025 was brought to a tent and Poe smiled as he showed her inside.

"Tada ! Your new home. I know it isn’t much, but hey ! It’s still pretty cozy."

"Cozy ?" she scoffed, as she stepped inside the tent, her eyebrows raised in slight amusement as she took a look around.

"To be fair, this is the closest thing I've had to a 'home' in years. A bed alone is more than enough for me to be happy." she smiled, as she crossed the small space with ease—she was definitely feeling a bit more comfortable with her surroundings now that she knew they weren’t gonna throw her out...

Poe grinned.

"A woman who is not picky. A woman after my own heart." He dramatically crossed his heart over his chest.

JR-6025 chuckled softly at his little performance.

"I am a stormtrooper, after all. We are not exactly known for being 'picky'..." She smiled, stepping ahead and taking a look at the bed, taking in the small space around her. Poe was about to correct her by saying that she was no longer a stormtrooper—but restrained himself. After all, it had taken a long time for Finn to get used to it too.

"And I'm very used to being in small spaces. So, this is much better than..." She trailed off, not wanting to talk about her past too much.

"Right…" Poe chuckled awkwardly. "Bet you’re glad to finally be rid of general Hugs and Grumpy Ren, huh ?"

"Very glad, yeah." she nodded in agreement, as she walked over and sat on the side of the bed. "General Hugs, as you call him, was..." she frowned, not wanting to speak any ill of the man. "He was very..." she trailed off, unable to find a proper adjective for Hux.

"Pretentious ? An idiot ? An ass ?" Poe sniggered. She laughed and nodded at the first two adjectives. General Hux could certainly be intense.

"An ass, yeah." she concurred, and then sighed for a few seconds as she thought about it. "He was more than a mere ass. He..." she frowned. She was almost going to say that General Hux was arrogant, cruel...a bastard. But...she didn't finish her sentence. She knew she was still under his command and if heard her talk in such a way—he would have her executed.

Poe seemed a bit concerned as he looked at the way she was staring down at the floor. She was suddenly quiet and Poe sat down next to her.

"Hey. You don’t have to think about him anymore. He can’t get to you here."

She sighed and looked at him.

"I know...I know..."

She knew that she was safe from General Hux here. And yet, she couldn't help but be wary of the fact that she could have to face him once more, in the future.

"It's just that...I just need some time." she finally said, hesitating before going on. "He..." she looked away again, not entirely wanting to talk about it—even though she was already opening up to him, she felt...vulnerable.

Poe Dameron didn’t hesitate before hugging her tightly.

"Hey hey…It’s alright. I know. I know. It’s okay."

She didn't fight against the hug. In fact...it felt...welcome. She didn't move. She didn't look at him. She didn't speak. She just stayed there, a stormtrooper, being held by one of the most important members of the Resistance, after spending her entire life trying.

She didn't move for a while...before she finally pulled away from the hug.

And in a rare moment, she finally said:

"Thank you."

Poe chuckled:

"For what ?"

And for a moment, her answer was lost. She had never told anyone this. But, Poe made her want to trust him.

"For treating me...for treating me like an equal. Like an actual person. That..." Her voice broke for a bit, and she looked away from him, her smile fading for a few seconds. "That’s...It’s not something I’ve had in a long time."

He tightened his hold on her. "No problem, buttercup."

She chuckled softly again. He used that nickname again...And it didn't sound so bad coming from him—it almost made her smile. It almost made her forget about her past, for a single moment.

He smiled.

"You know…Since Azterri, I knew you were one of the good ones. The way you tried to stop Hugs from killing them all. It was brave. A little stupid, but brave. And guess what ? We did manage to save some of them thanks to you…"

She tilted her head to the side in disbelief. "You...You did ?"

A small smile started growing on her face, as her mind was flooded with the thought of the people she had helped. She had forgotten about that, somehow—she had been so focused on survival and being punished for the slightest mistake by Hux. She had forgotten about Azterri…

"You saved them ?" she asked, and a bit of surprise and relief could be heard in her voice - she had honestly never expected this...

Poe nodded.

"Yup. Some of them were wearing protective shields—which they only had to activate and the blasters’ shots didn’t reach them. And then, general Hux was in such a hurry—he didn’t think of checking."

Poe smirked.

"That idiot…" she scoffed, her smile finally growing more and allowing herself to feel genuine happiness. "I-I thought they had all been killed. I thought I had failed miserably."

But, no…She hadn’t. Not to an extent, at least. She could feel her shoulders relax, her stress and sadness fading away, as she finally realized she hasn’t done as badly as she thought she did. She couldn’t help but grin, as she thought of all those lives she had saved.

Poe laughed.

"Right. Idiot is the right word."

He then released her from his hold.

"Well, I guess I better let you settle in."

He smiled and winked.

"Scream my name if you need anything."

She nodded, a small chuckle escaping her lips.

"Of course…" She couldn’t help but think how ironic it was that she felt more comfortable with a Resistance member she had barely met than she did with the person in charge of the First Order, whom she had spent her life serving. "Yes. I’ll do that."

Once he was out, JR-6025 let out a sigh of relief and smiled to herself before lying down on her bed. She then closed her eyes for a moment—until she heard a voice coming from the bracelet around her wrist.

"…JR-6025. Status report."

Her eyes snapped open as she recognised general Hux’s voice and she quickly stood back up to look at the bracelet around her wrist. She activated a button and general Hux’s hologram appeared in front of her.

"…G-General Hux. Yes. Hum…I…I have successfully infiltrated the Resistance."

General Hux's hologram gave her a slight but dismissive nod.

"And you were not detected, I hope ?"

JR-6025's heart skipped a beat when she saw the hologram, but she was relieved that she hadn't been detected—at least from what she knew, anyway.

"N-No. I wasn't." she replied, trying her best to remain calm and hide her growing uneasiness. General Hux’s hologram then got closer and whispered.

"Impressive, trooper. You have not disappointed me…yet."

She swallowed hard, feeling his eyes upon her through the hologram. She remembered what he used to do to those who disappointed him...and she wasn't sure if she should feel glad that he was showing gratitude to her.

If General Hux was giving her praise...she didn't want to know what punishment for betraying him would be like.

"And I shall not, General." she finally said, her voice barely hiding her nervousness.

"You better not." General Hux’s holographic finger lifted to her chin and she instinctively raised her chin to look at him. "You know how much I abhor failure."

JR-6025 felt her body freeze for a moment as she felt his finger on her chin. The gesture...it brought back too many memories, too many of her past experiences in the First Order. She swallowed hard as general Hux's holographic finger dropped from her chin.

"I know." she finally said, her voice still shaky.

General Hux grinned.

"Good."

His thumb swiped over her lower lip.

"I expect a report every night, understood my little spy ?"

JR-6025 felt her heart skip a beat at the touch. His holographic thumb swiped over her lower lip...and he called her his spy...She could hear her breathing growing faster, and she wondered if that was intentional on his part.

"I uh...Yes. I understand." she answered, as she gulped, feeling the general's gaze on her the entire time.

General Hux grinned.

"Good."

The transmission ended and JR-6025 was left with a sour taste in her mouth…

She exhaled deeply.

She had almost felt the general's touch on her lips, on her chin...and she had to swallow again.

She felt her legs weak, almost as if they were going to give away...

That touch...it wasn't accidental, and she knew it.

What was he doing to her?

That bastard...

"…Asshole." She muttered under her breath before standing up and taking a walk outside. She had so many thoughts running inside her mind…From what she had seen so far, Rey wasn’t around. She had probably found Skywalker and was training under him…

JR-6025 walked outside as well, thinking about what had just happened with General Hux and the message. And she felt that same feeling of discomfort settling down as the memories of his touches lingered.

"...What the hell…" she muttered, feeling her face burn as she tried to process everything that just happened. She felt confused and conflicted. She sat down and looked up at the stars…hoping to find an answer. She looked up, and saw that the night sky was especially clear today. The stars seemed to sparkle and the moon was bright in the sky, as the night was filled with silence.

There were no First Order ships, no Imperial Star Destroyers...

No one to bother her or make her life harder.

It was just her and the night sky. She felt lost in thought now, as she took in the sight of the vast space, and felt some peace wash over her. She took a deep breath and her thoughts returned to her mission…She couldn’t disappoint General Hux but then…How come she was starting to question her own allegiance ?

#star wars #general hux x reader #kylo ren x reader #poe dameron #defective good part 12

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autisticempathydaemon · 1 year ago

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hello everynyan :3 /ref

4 the redacted match-ups ! not sure if you're still doing these or not bc i'll be damned i'd give up after the first 3 🙌🙌🙌 power 2 ya ! (if you ARE, in fact, not doing these anymore pls ignore this. this never happened. kay.)

What song are you fixated on at the moment? What lyric or verse, and why?

this was the hardest question bc i LOVEEMUSIC so bad i can never really pick ONE fav bc it changes every 2 seconds but !!! gun to my head as of rn i'd say -- "but not kiss" - faye webster

'i want to see you in my dreams,

but then forget.

we're meant to be,

but not yet.

you're all that i have,

but can't get.'

i chose this song primarily because of the aesthetics & instrumental,, + the feels - i love how the piano carries and portrays every feeling (dread? maybe?) alongside the vocalist ugh sick to my stomach /pos

as for the verses i've chosen i just. really like the way she sings them HA i guess depending on my current mood i might relate to the lyrics for .5 seconds due to a past relationship of mine that had me fuckedd anyway.

Do you love gargantuan Youtube video essays, and if so, which is your favorite and why?

i WISH i could enjoy these as much as others but i have the attention spam of a fucking goldfish i need to be stimulated 24/7. i cannot stare at the same face and occasional photo/clip for over 10 mins.

i might watch more of em if they had like a satisfying slime video in the corner or smth. i find i only watch ones that have a topic/interest of mine that i am actively curious about/into????if that makes sense??

for instance, the only one that comes to mind rn is "in defense of chat noir" by toon ruins UGH ITS SO GOOD i used to be a huge fan of miraculous so that defffinitely takes part in why i rewatch it every few months.

What is your go-to way to fall asleep?

on my stomach. arms under pillows. one leg up. yo i bought these headphones made specifically for sleeping while listening to relaxing noises or smth & i kid you not i use them shits to listen to asmr/rp audios. sometimes it puts me to sleep other times i'm up all night tryna figure out what position the listener and 'character' are in. anyway!!!

If you had to change your name, what would it be, and why? (In tandem, if you have changed your name, why did you pick that one?)

first thing that comes 2 mindd for whatever reason is 'may' ?? possibly bc i really like my birth name already and 'may' is somewhat close to it already? also because i'd love writing it over and over in my handwriting . probably just an excuse to write the letter 'y' actually.

What is your favorite of Redacted’s audios, and why?

fav character changes ALLL THE TIMEE for no reason my fav is all of them rlly i just wanna love and be loved BUT when i reaaaally think about it ?? hudson. even though he's like. an easter egg. i cant have anything. wanna "D D D D DDDJJJ ANXIETY" into his pants. what. who said that. just got hacked wtff

What Redacted boy holds no appeal to you, and why? Like, not the one you hate but the one who you don’t get the hype for. (I won’t judge, I promise.)

a know a LOTT of ppl love david but i am sorry i just cannot. angel better than me idk how they do it. srry. my momma raised a bitch. i've never ever gotten to finishing any of his videos so maybe im the problem but from the get-go THIS BITCH IS SCARY BRO he's so damn intimidating . the fact that his voice is rlly deep doesn't help either :C ..& don't even get me started on early david.

Which Redacted boy are you platonically attracted to? Like- forget dating, which dude do you want to be your best friend?

this is such a good question rlly makin me think . hmm . OK I FEEL LIKE A BASIC BlTCH BC PPL HAVE BEEN SAYIN THIS ALREADY BUT . hux. we like this 🤞 . as for why?? i feel like i need and would . honestly really appreciate more,, warmth and positivity in my life - and i def get that sorta 'aura' from him. & i know damn well he'd give the best hugs. and we could go to the gym together. it'd be so fun. so precious.

Do you have a go-to thing you ramble about when you’re tired, and if so, what is it? (For example, my boyfriend knows I’m ready to sleep when I start talking about space.)

ok first of all #relationshipgoals that is so sweet awe :((

i wouldn't say i really 'ramble' per say -- i just talk. to myself. like a normal person. mhm. i struggle with sleep in general, so i'm usually up till like 5am. typically endlessly scrolling through my phone, or talking to the abyss about something personal that's been on my mind for a while. if it's really bad, i cry in my voice memos. if i just need to - refresh? get smth off my mind so i can sleep? i write songs.

...and then i record them on my $15 wireless headphones. onto that very same voice memos app.

Tell me your go-to gas station and drink combo.

if im being honest,, depends on my mood . but god could i fuck up some strawberry milk and mini oreos right about now. . mind you i've had strawberry milk like once but it changed my life u dont understand

Tell me about your favorite playlist at the moment.

i mean i don't listen to it 24/7 but man i outdid myself w this one. it's called "insanity" and every single song matches the vibe of . just straight up 'otherworldly' ?? if u catching what im throwin?? all songs r pretty 'out-there' - in terms of the vibes - at least i like to think so. for reference it has songs like "goth - sidewalks and skeletons" and "eternal youth - růde" . IDK i guess it makes me happy when songs from a playlist actually match up with one other

What’s your guilty pleasure media, and why?

i listen to this japanese-kawaii-metal-based group called BABYMETAL and i loveee them soso much. a few "metal enthusiasts" go out and call their work 'not real metal' , which is why i guess you can technically call their music a pleasure media -- as well as the fact that whenever i put on one of their songs mfs r like ... what is this - cause its three young japanese girls talking abt bubblegum with the the most insane guitar riff in the back. their newer stuff is incredible. womanhood at it's finest. give them a shot plspls /nf

ALL DONE !! ty 4 reading & have a lovely day/night, wherever you may be <3

Oh, this one is perfect and required, like, no thought. Vibes-wise? Given your energy? It’s just gotta be Guy.

Building on that, I love that you write songs and he writes screenplays(?). I think it’s so cute to pair writers together so that you might inspire one another and be each other's biggest fans. I also like Guy for you because he strikes me as one of those people who calls themselves “polyjamorous”, listening to basically anything and everything. He loves all your songs and all your playlists, vibing along to all of it even if there’s no words or words in another language. He doesn’t care: he’s with you, so he’s having a good time.

I would predict a fun, artistic life for the two of you like parallel-playing co-writing sessions with the two of you having individual headphones on, making funny faces at one another when you catch the other staring. You take turns showing each what you’ve created and hyping each other up, offering critique. When the writer's clock keeps y’all up till 3 AM, he’s got leftover pizza and any snacks you could possibly want. (He strikes me as the sort of guy who always has junk food caches.)

Song:

It was just two lovers/ Sittin' in the car, listening to Blonde/ Fallin' for each other/ Pink and orange skies, feelin' super childish/ No Donald Glover/ Missed call from my mother/ Like, "Where you at tonight?" Got no alibi/ I was all alone with the love of my life

Given your passion for music, I tried to pick a love song for y’all that was emotionally evocative to the mind and the ear. I chose this one because I thought the piano instrumental and how it evokes that mental imagery of sitting with someone during the golden hour might resonate with you. I also like it for y’all because this song got really popular on tiktok, and Guy would probably know it from there.

Runner-ups:

Obviously, we have to have Hudson as a runner-up. As a DJ, he’d be so loving and so supportive of your craft, hyping you up on air all the time and playing your work whenever he can. He’d also make you really bomb-ass playlists. A less obvious runner-up would be Anton, but I really like this one. You’d be more of an opposites attract sort of pair, but I think it’d be cute, and listening to music would remind Anton of you while he’s away~

Read this post and send me an ask if you’d like a match-up of your own! 💌

#redactedasmr #redactedverse #redacted asmr #redactedaudio #redacted audio #redacted #busybee matches

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enkisstories · 9 months ago

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Satisfaction

Scene: The Rise of Skywalker, When Finn, Poe and Chewbacca are about to get executed. I find it strange that Hux doesn’t react more strongly to Poe here, so we’ll remedy this with a short insert.

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“On second thought, I’m going to do this myself.”

Poe snorted, standing between Finn and Chewbacca with bound hands and the back of his head turned towards the execution squad. Of course General “Hugs” would want the satisfaction of personally ending the life of the man who had played him for a fool mere hours after having also destroyed his pet project, Starkiller base.

A blaster got exchanged from the stormtrooper to the General… checked… lifted… aimed… and fired!

Three shots in quick succession and three stormtroopers less later, the captives turned around.

“I’m the spy!” Hux exclaimed, not the most sophisticated thing he could have said, but he had to have come up with something, anything, really, quickly. Anything to be the first one to take the word in this confrontation, anything to prevent Poe from saying “Your aim leaves a lot to be desired”, “Hey, you missed us at three paces!” or something equally hurtful.

“I KNEW IT!” Poe shouted, because apparently there was no shutting up this man ever. But at least, Hux thought, I forced the rat to utter something equally stupid.

He adjusted his grip on the blaster. Holding it more firmly now, he dashed forward three steps, yelled “Dodge!” and then rammed the weapon full force against the pilot’s head.

Finn had dodged as instructed, as his stormtrooper conditioning was still taking over way too readily in life or death situations. Meanwhile Chewbacca caught Poe. He growled angrily when he saw the blood on the pilot’s cheek, right where a scar from Poe’s captivity at the Finalizer was still visible.

Now Finn got up again. He found himself staring right into the General’s face, who quickly pressed the blaster into his hands.

“We need to run. I’ll show you the way out, you fire at everything that moves.”

“Handcuffed?”

“Yes, yes, coming to that…”

With an audible “click”, Finn got freed.

Another “click” and a quick sidestep out of the Wookie’s range later, Chewbacca was freed, too.

Hux looked back at Chewie. “Can you carry…?”

“Rwww.”

A general term of disagreement, perhaps?

Hux nodded. “Yeah, I wouldn’t want to touch that, either. Alright, rat, looks like we’ll need to re-enable you to scurry on your own. Hands, please!”

Another “click”, a very careful one as to get into as little contact as possible with anything that either was Poe Dameron or an object attached to him, and the pilot’s hands were free again, too. He used them to press his kerchief to his forehead where Chewie had already wiped the blood away.

“That fucking hurt!” Poe gasped. “Still hurts…”

“You could have killed him with that hit!” Finn chimed in.

“I could have killed him in even more ways, but that’s beside the point now. Get a move on!”

The foursome moved out of the room, with Hux taking point.

In a string of shyriiwook words, but so silently Hux hadn’t expected a Wookie to be able to speak, Chewbacca pointed out that the General was walking with his back exposed to Finn’s blaster. Whatever was going on here, the man was serious about it. For now the trio could – and should - trust Hux.

The Force… Hux believed in it same as he “believed” in gravity: It existed, had a tangible effect on everyone’s lives, but didn’t have a mind of its own. Furthermore it was speculated, and backed up by some evidence, that when people died, before one’s personality dissolved in the Force, one got to experience everything one had done through the eyes of the people one had interacted with in life.

Poe Dameron would experience the battle of D’Qar again. He’d feel what Hux had felt… And without the pressure of the actual encounter, Dameron could savor his opponent’s misery to the fullest. In a small part, this possibility had played into the General saving all three rebels, not just the defector and the hairy thing.

I don’t… don’t want him to… Dameron should not get the satisfaction of getting into my mind! It’s not fair… to hurt… AND get to feel the results firsthand!

Everyone who had ever stood tall over Armitage. Every last fucker would get access to the full range of pain he had felt. No matter how well Hux had kept his composure in life, after death they all would know. There was no hiding. And they would all laugh again.

And Hux couldn’t even prevent this, for one day Poe Dameron would naturally die. Then he’d get that triumph. The winners always scored double. But Kylo Ren, when the end would come for him, wouldn’t know that Armitage Hux had facilitated that end. Ren therefore wouldn’t feel anything regarding this and Hux in turn wouldn’t be able to feel Ren’s distress. Robbed.

What he’d get instead would be thirty years of getting called useless. Armitage would feel the disdain again, more intensely this time, it coming right from the source instead of spoken or expressed in mimic. Every previously clumsily veiled snicker and snort would land right into his mind.

But that was going to change! After this war, everyone would see Emperor Hux for who he was. Everyone looking at or thinking about him from this point on, would do so with admiration or envy. Decades worth of happy memories waiting to get collected. All he had to do was endure the space rat a couple of minutes more.

It also would make for a nice memory of the pilot being fully aware that he was getting used by General Hux. Just a tool, not even an annoyance anymore!

Running… running…

No, dying wasn’t an option just yet. The future and his empire were waiting.

#the rise of skywalker #general hux #armitage hux #poe dameron #star wars sequel trilogy #star wars tros #non sims

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dominimoonbeam · 2 years ago

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Practice Makes Perfect - 4

The non-magical college au continues!

If you want to read it from it's steamy steamy start, it's on ao3.

David/Asher, Milo/SH, Hux/Gavin? and so many other characters showing up...

fic tags: sex, drinking, miscommunication, some douchebaggery, emotional navigation, no magic au

Practice Makes Perfect - 4

Huxley walked back to his dorm. It wasn’t far and he needed the time alone in the chill to shake off the embarrassment. He felt stupid and more than a little disappointed.

He’d really liked Gavin and he’d actually thought the guy liked him, like actually liked him. Like they’d been really talking and…friends? Fuck. He was lame. Maybe he should have just gone upstairs with him. That was how this worked right? Maybe they’d be friends after? No. That wasn’t how it went. Huxley had gone that road before. It never made him feel better and it never resulted in any sort of connection he wanted.

He shoved his hands into his pockets and marched up the winding paths toward the other buildings on this side of campus.

Gavin walked around the party a few times, trying to spot Huxley somewhere in the crowd, but he had really taken off. He had really left.

He picked up another drink and settled in on a couch with a few familiar faces, half-heartedly joining in conversation. He wasn’t really able to follow it. Everything had been going so well and then the big guy had bailed on him. Was it his words? Had he come on too strong? Gavin did that plenty but that wasn’t the reaction. If it had been too much, he would have looked shocked, or offended, hopefully he would have blushed and sputtered. Gavin loved when he made people do that…

But that wasn’t what happened. Hux had looked… sad? Like he’d hurt him somehow. What the fuck was that about?

“Gav!” someone said for what had to be at least the third time.

He blinked at the punk rock historian next to him and then grinned. “Hey Darlin…”

Darlin frowned, taking his drink away from him. “You’re spacing out.” They sniffed the contents of his plastic cup as if inspecting it and then took a sip.

Gavin laughed. “If you’re worried I’ve been drugged, should you really be drinking it too?” he shouted over the music.

Darlin shrugged, finishing his drink and then tossing the cup into the room and throwing an arm over his shoulder. “It’s fine.”

Gavin laughed and then spotted another familiar face. A jock. He kissed Darlin, once but deep, and then jumped up while they were still blinking in drunk surprise. He crossed the room and caught David Shaw by the arm just as the guy was being led away by someone. The big guy turned and blinked down at him.

Gavin grinned. They’d only met a few times but a couple of those had been pretty memorable… “Can I talk to you for a minute?” he asked.

David frowned more than usual, gaze flicking over Gavin like he was assessing possible problems. And then he nodded and turned to the person he was with. He was dating them, right? Or had been? Gavin thought they’d broken up but it was possible they were getting back together. David leaned down to say something to them and after some pouting, they rolled their eyes, shot Gavin a death glare, and stormed off. Gavin was more than a little smug about being able to make that happen… He'd thought it was a fifty/fifty that David would tell him to fuck off when he came up to him.

They’d made out at a party once, everything else had been classroom interactions. Banter and quips tossed in passing. They were both well-known entities but they weren’t exactly anything alike.

David walked him over to a wall where the sound was less and the crowd no longer bumping into them. He ducked his head to be able to hear him. “What?” he asked in that gravel, rough voice.

Gavin almost forgot why he was there if not to flirt. But that wasn’t really true either. That was just what he told himself when he hesitated over how to ask about Huxley.

David shifted, physically blocking out most of the room to talk to Gavin now, as if this could be a private exchange. “I heard some guy got bounced for pushing you around on the stairs… Are you okay?” he prompted, that frown now creasing his brow.

No wonder every other person on campus was crushing on this guy…

“Oh yeah, I’m good,” Gavin smiled. “That was ages ago, like a whole hour.”

David’s expression lightened, still frowning but now slightly amused. “Okay…”

“You’re on the same team as Huxley, right? Like… sports? You guys do that together?”

David’s mouth twitched in an almost-smile. “Uh-huh.” He leaned against the wall, clearly getting comfortable now that Gavin seemed to be fucking around with this conversation.

“You know him?”

“Sure.”

“Is he…in a relationship?”

David’s eyebrow went up again, mouth querking. “Since when do you care?”

Gavin rolled his eyes.

David shrugged. “No. He barely knows anyone outside the team.”

Gavin snorted. Considering what went on in that locker room, Gavin wasn’t sure that was much of an answer. “Is he straight?” He felt like he was grasping at straws now.

“Ask him yourself,” David countered, clamming up.

Gavin shouldn’t have been surprised. David wasn’t exactly known for gossiping. This was a long conversation for him. “We were getting along great and he… bailed?”

David did not look as shocked as he should have. “So?”

Gavin stomped and gave the other man’s chest a shove. David did not budge. “I offered to blow him. People don’t turn that down, Shaw.”

David looked unimpressed.

“The only people who turn me down are people who are in love with someone else or just, you know, not even curious…I assume, I mean, I’ve never met anyone that wasn’t even curious but I imagine it’s possible?”

David smirked. “So you just went up to him and asked if he wanted a blowjob?”

Gavin rolled his eyes. “No! We were talking for like an hour and then I asked if he wanted to go upstairs for the blowjob. I said it better than that though… Do you want a repeat performance?”

David huffed. “No. I get it. So, you were having a good time and then you suggested he shut up and fuck you?”

Gavin blinked up at him. “That’s not exactly…”

“Okay, now answer a question for me…” he said, voice gruff. He grabbed Gavin’s shoulders and spun him around toward the dance floor, leaning down to talk in his ear. “Who’s the goth with hands on Asher?”

Gavin blinked at the throng of bodies, finding Asher in the mix and… He grinned and turned back around, real close to David now. “That’s Vincent. He’s an art major…” he said with an eyebrow waggle as if all art majors should be treated with apprehension.

“You’re an art major,” David countered.

Gavin waited for that to sink in.

David groaned. “Fuck.”

Gavin laughed. “Since when do you care who flirts with him? It’s not like anyone gets anywhere with Ash anyway. He’s more skittish than a deer in hunting season…”

David huffed. “Anything else?”

Gavin smirked, one hand coming up to dance fingertips up his sternum. “I mean… if you want help making him jealous…”

David’s mouth twitched again. “No, thanks.” He straightened to his full height. “Good luck, Gav,” he said over the music and turned but Gavin had already caught his smirk. He watched David go, making his way back into the crowd. It wasn’t long before new hopefuls latched onto him.

Gavin sighed, still thinking about Huxley. Maybe the big guy was playing hard to get? Gavin had just assumed since he was a jock that he’d be ready to go but maybe he wanted more wooing than that? Gavin didn’t usually woo… He wasn’t really that guy. Was he?

He watched Asher on the dancefloor, drunk and feeling the music. His eyes were half-lidded and head dropped back, body pulsing. Vincent wasn’t the only one dancing with him but the two were definitely flirting in an exchange of contact.

But Vincent was harmless. So, why did David have his hackles up? It wasn’t like Vinny was going to hurt Asher. Gavin was pretty sure the only people even remotely capable of roughing up Asher were in his own friend group. He was lean but it was all muscle and wiry energy.

Asher was dancing with Vincent, but his gaze strayed to the crowd, a shadow of something less than blissful darkening his usually soft expression.

Gavin followed that odd gaze to David, talking with his ex again.

“No, fucking way…” he exhaled with a laugh.

Sweetheart knew it was a bad idea but the alternatives were unbearable, so they walked.

Of course they lived on the absolute opposite side of campus because they had wanted to be as close to the library and their department as humanly possible and the frat houses were practically in the fucking woods because how else were the admins going to be able to ignore all the rule violations going on over here?

They folded their arms, hugging themselves against the night air and already thinking about their favorite hoodie. They were going to get back to the dorm, get in their comfy clothes, and then fucking stay in that hoodie for a whole week.

They stomped the narrow sidewalk along that stretch of road curving back toward the glow of the dorm buildings. It wasn’t as close as they’d hoped. In fact, it was a bit of a hike. And it was close to one in the morning. And why were those lights out? They were going to file a complaint as soon as they got back to their computer…

The hum of an engine made them tense. It neared from behind but instead of speeding past, it slowed down. A motorcycle?

Sweetheart’s spine felt like an iron rod. They fought the urge to look. What if eye contact was what made whoever it was stop? What if they had bad intentions? Oh shit. Shitshitshit.

The bike continued to slow, until it was crawling beside them.

Their heart surged with panic but they school their features and cut a glance to the side at the rider.

“Hey,” Milo said, the visor on his helmet up.

Sweetheart stopped and so did he. They pivoted toward him and exhaled hard all that rising fear. “What the hell! Are you trying to give me a heart attack?”

Milo blinked, taking his helmet off. “I’m sorry. I swear, I wasn’t trying to scare you. I just saw you and you can’t seriously be walking all the way back to our dorms from here.”

Their heart did an extra flutter when he said “our” but they refused to think about that.

“Here,” he said, thrusting the helmet out to them.

Sweetheart blinked at it and then at him again. “What?”

He laughed. They also refused to think about how that laughter relaxed the tension that had been twisting through their whole body. “I’ll give you a ride. Hop on.”

Sweetheart took a step back, eyes wide. “Um. No?”

“No? You want to walk?”

“I’m not getting on that thing!”

He looked down at his bike and then back at them. His mouth pulled into a slow grin. “You’re scared?”

“Of being a smear on the asphalt? Yeah!”

He shook the helmet at them. “I’m not going to crash.”

“You’re drunk!”

“I didn’t have anything to drink.”

They pressed their lips and shook their head. No. No way were they getting on that thing!

“It’s one in the morning. I can get you safe and sound to your dorm in ten minutes.” He shook the helmet. “Come on, Sweets. No one will even know you accepted help from me. I promise not to tell. Trust me. I’m not going to let anything bad happen to you.”

Heat flushed their face and their heart pounded. “What if I say no?”

He dropped his arm to his side with the helmet and looked around at the long dark road. “I guess I’ll scoot along beside you and we’ll spend the next forty minutes together talking about why you’re so scared to trust other people…”

Sweetheart frowned.

Milo held out the helmet.

Sweetheart swore but took it, putting it on before they could think too hard about this decision. He held out an arm guiding them onto the bike behind him. There wasn’t really a lot of space… He pulled their arm around his chest.

They expected him to hit the gas hard and try to scare them but he didn’t. The bike hummed and his back was warm. They bit their lip, hanging on to him while the road slid by.

#redactedverse #fanfic #the non magic college au #david/asher #DASHER #milo/sweetheart #and who knows who else at this point...#<3 #dominimoonbeam

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tchester27 · 3 months ago

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Chapter 9 - Empty

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Liora had been staring at the wall for what felt like days.

There was nothing in the cell that indicated how much time had passed since Kylo had left her here, but the growing hunger in her stomach allowed for her to guess. But her mind remained on him. He hadn’t spoken when he left, hadn’t even looked at her. He had taken what he wanted, and then discarded her like she was nothing.

The realization struck harder than she expected.

Liora swallowed, the sound too loud in the silence. The air in the room was thick, clinging to her skin like something inescapable. Her limbs were weak and she felt sluggish, the energy gone from her. Slowly, with trembling hands, she pushed herself upright.

Her throat was tight.

*I…let him…*Her nails bit into her palms, the sting grounding her.

"No." She whispered.

She hadn’t let him. He had manipulated her. He had broken her down, piece by piece, backed her into a corner until she had nothing left to fight with. Her chest rose and fell in sharp, uneven bursts. Her hands curled against her thighs, nails digging in harder.

*No, I did let him…I…begged.*

The shame that came with that realization was suffocating. Liora squeezed her eyes shut, her fingers pressing harder into her skin until it hurt. *All those people, all that suffering, and I just…with that monster…*A ragged sound left her lips—half a breath, half a sob.

She sucked in a breath and forced herself to stand. Her legs were unsteady as she moved toward the sink in the corner, gripping the edge with white-knuckled fingers. She turned on the water, splashing the icy cold against her face, taking a few gulps while she was at it.

She gazed up in the cracked mirror, her reflection a ghost of who she once was. She barely recognized herself. She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to push it all down, trying to bury the shame, the rage-

*Stop it! Just- the only thing I can do now is to try and get away, inconvenience them…or something. But staying locked up is only helping the order…* Liora pushed herself off the sink and began to pace the room, the quiet shuffle of her feet the only sound echoing in the oppressive silence. Her mind was a storm, thoughts clashing like lightning against the walls she had built to protect herself.

*I should check the room.* The thought was barely more than a whisper, but it gave her purpose. Her eyes swept over the space, taking in every detail. The cell wasn’t large, but now, in her search, the emptiness made the space feel cavernous. *Slim chance I’ll find anything useful…but at least I’ll know where I stand.*

Her fingers trailed along the seams where the walls met, pressing lightly, hoping to feel a shift, a loose panel, anything. She crouched low, inspecting the corners where dust gathered, then rose and scanned the ceiling, searching for vents or weak points. *Nothing.*

A frustrated sigh escaped her lips, her body sagging slightly as her search came up empty. “Of course,” she muttered, her voice barely above a whisper. This part of the ship was hidden, secluded. Kylo had made sure of that. He hadn’t just wanted her locked away, he had wanted her his and his alone.

Her jaw clenched at the thought, her nails digging into her palms. But as she straightened, her thoughts shifted. There had to be another way. She backed toward the center of the room, her pulse pounding in her ears as her mind raced. *Escape. That had always been the goal. Escape, get back to the Resistance, and make this suffering mean something. But…was that even possible anymore?*

Her throat tightened. *What am I to them now?* The Resistance wouldn’t know where she was. And if they did, would they risk coming for her? Not after all this time. Liora’s hands clenched into fists as the weight of her uselessness pressed down on her. *If I’m not useful to the Resistance… then what?* She sucked in a shaky breath, her mind twisting through scenarios, searching for an answer.

And then it hit her. *Manipulate them.*

Hux and Ren. Two volatile forces held together by fragile threads of shared ambition and mistrust. A rivalry. Ren’s possessiveness. Hux’s quiet ambition. She’d been too consumed by her own survival to pay it any real attention before, but now… now it was clear. *I…could use that?*

Her pulse quickened. It was dangerous, far more dangerous than anything she had ever attempted. But if she could push them toward distraction, tension… destruction…then maybe, just maybe, she could slip through the cracks they created. Liora’s brow furrowed, her mind churning with possibilities. But the thought of it made her stomach twist. She would have to get closer, but she was already far too close.

But, if she did nothing, she would rot in this cell. Forgotten. Broken. And that was something she couldn’t allow…not after everything she had endured.

Liora sank down onto the cold floor, her back pressing against the wall as her mind spiraled down this new, dangerous path. Kylo and Hux were not pawns. They were dangerous, and one wrong move, one miscalculation, and she would be finished.

But she also knew something they didn’t.

*They underestimate me.*

Her lips pressed into a thin line. If they thought she was broken, if they thought she was weak and vulnerable, then that was a weapon in itself. She could use that. Let them see what they wanted to see, let them believe they had stripped her of her will. And while they circled each other like wolves, she would strike when they least expected it.

*But…how far will I be able to go?…How far do I even want to go?* Liora’s stomach clenched at the thought. To manipulate them, she would have to let them in, play the game so well they wouldn’t see the betrayal coming. But how much of herself would she lose in the process? Her throat felt tight, the weight of her decision pressing down on her. But deep inside, she already knew the answer.

*I have to.*

Her eyes drifted toward the door, her mind already mapping out the first delicate steps. She would have to be careful. Subtle. Plant the seeds of doubt between them, feed their insecurities, play them against one another until their focus was on each other—and not on her.

The sound of the door opening echoed through the room.

Liora whirled, heart slamming into her ribs. For a split second, she thought it was him.

But, to her relief, it was the doctor. Liora swallowed hard, trying to mask the wild panic still raging in her chest. "Why—" Her voice cracked. She cleared her throat. "Why are you back?"

The doctor held up a small packet. "I didn’t leave these for you earlier. Painkillers."

Liora’s pulse pounded, her mind sharpened. *Could this be…a chance? The doctor is the only person I’ve seen since I’ve been taken to this corner of the ship.* Thoughts rushed through her head as she tried to capitalize on a potential opportunity. The doctor took a step closer, setting the painkillers down on the edge of the metal table. She didn’t meet Liora’s eyes. But, before she could turn to leave, Liora stumbled forward, her wound screaming in protest. She grabbed the doctor’s wrist before she could turn away.

The woman stiffened instantly. "You shouldn't—"

"General Hux must be told that I’m here, in this place." Liora said the words with careful urgency, she didn’t want her plan to slip out into the open. Playing the desperate prisoner was her best bet. The doctor’s expression didn’t change, but Liora sensed some hesitation, just barely, before she gently pulled her arm free.

"You’re injured," she said flatly. "You need to rest."

She moved towards the door, and Liora’s heart pounded in desperation. "Please."

The doctor exhaled softly, "I can’t help you."

And with that, she turned toward the door. Liora’s stomach twisted. "You don’t have to help me," she said quickly, her voice sharpening. "Just tell him. That’s it. You don’t even have to see me again—just let him know where I am."

The doctor paused. But she didn’t turn back around. She didn’t give anything away. But the moment stretched, long and uncertain. And, just as quickly as she’d appeared, the doctor was gone.

Liora stood there, her breath coming fast, her body still trembling from everything she had just done.

She had no idea if the woman would listen.

…

The air was cooler now, an unrelenting chill that seemed to seep into her skin, as if the ship itself conspired to remind her of her vulnerability. The stale, recycled air carried a faint metallic tang that coated her tongue and left her feeling more trapped than ever.

*Come on, think.* She pressed her fingertips to her temples, trying to steady the erratic rhythm of her thoughts. The doctor…maybe, just maybe, she would relay the message. *If she tells Hux…* A slim chance, but it was the only card Liora had to play.

But the uncertainty gnawed at her.

*And if Kylo finds out…*

Her stomach clenched painfully. She could already imagine the fury that would follow. Kylo was not a man who tolerated defiance. Not from her. The memory of his rage, the suffocating weight of his power invading her mind, tore through her. Liora squeezed her eyes shut, trying to block it out, but the phantom sensation of his grip, on her thoughts, on her body, still lingered.

A shiver ran down her spine, and her arms instinctively wrapped around herself. Cold. The room felt colder now, as if the temperature had dropped in anticipation of what was coming.

She sank back onto the floor, her back pressing into the unforgiving wall. The durasteel was icy against her skin, grounding her in the present as her mind raced through possibilities. *I have to be ready. If the doctor doesn’t say anything, I’m back where I started. But if she does…*

A shadow flickered across her thoughts. Kylo. His anger. His control.

*He’ll know.*

The mere thought of facing him again after this sent a jolt of terror through her veins. She hated how her body reacted, how her pulse spiked, how her breath quickened. Fear had become a part of her now, sinking into her bones, making her feel small even when her mind screamed to fight.

*No.* She clenched her jaw. She couldn’t let that fear control her. Not now. She had a plan, a dangerous, reckless plan, but it was the only thing standing between her and oblivion. But just as she was trying to calm her racing heart, the door hissed open again.

Liora’s head snapped up, and her blood ran cold.

Kylo’s presence was suffocating. The air grew heavier, thick with an unseen pressure that pressed down on her chest. His robes swept across the floor as he stepped inside, each measured movement sending a wave of dread coursing through her veins. The hum of the ship’s engine seemed to grow louder, vibrating through the walls, but it was nothing compared to the pounding of her own heartbeat.

Liora’s body tensed, instinct driving her to push herself back, pressing her spine harder into the cold wall. As if distance would make a difference. As if there was anywhere to hide from him. His head tilted slightly, his unreadable mask of calm barely concealing the simmering anger beneath. “You’re afraid,” he murmured, his voice a low vibration that crawled over her skin. It wasn’t a question. It was a statement.

Liora’s throat was dry, her breathing shallow. She tried to will herself to stay still, to not shrink beneath his gaze. But his presence was overwhelming, a gravitational force that pulled her down, making her feel like she was suffocating under the weight of his power.

“Why?” The word was soft, almost curious, but there was a sharp edge beneath it that made her stomach twist. Liora’s mind screamed for her to lie, to deflect, to keep her secrets buried. But her voice refused to come. Her pulse thrummed wildly, her nails biting into her palms as she struggled to maintain the illusion of control.

Kylo took a step closer, and the temperature seemed to drop further. She could feel the heat radiating from his body, even as the cold air pressed against her skin.

“Speak,” he ordered softly, but there was nothing soft about the threat laced beneath the word.

Liora swallowed hard, forcing the words out before her fear strangled them. “I thought the doctor told you…”

A flicker of something, suspicion, crossed his expression, but it vanished as quickly as it came. “The doctor?”

Her pulse pounded in her ears. *Lie. Lie. Lie.*

“She…brought the painkillers.” It wasn’t a lie, not exactly. But the way her voice wavered gave too much away.

Kylo’s eyes narrowed. “And?”

Liora’s heart slammed into her ribs. He was too close now. His shadow stretched over her, swallowing her in darkness. She couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think. *He knows. He always knows.*

“I—I asked her to tell Hux where I am.”

The confession spilled out before she could stop it, her voice barely a whisper.

Kylo went still.

*Shit, Fuck.*

For a terrifying heartbeat, silence filled the space between them. But the air was no longer cold, it was mixing with something far more dangerous. Heat. A suffocating, simmering heat that seemed to pulse with his restrained fury.

Kylo’s eye twitched. “You…asked the doctor to tell Hux,” he repeated

Liora’s body locked up, her throat tightening as the sheer weight of his anger crashed down on her. His presence was suffocating now, pressing in on her mind, and she felt the first tentative brush of his power against her thoughts, gentle, almost curious, but it was a warning. A reminder of how easily he could take everything all over again. *Say something. Anything.* But her voice was gone, strangled by the weight of his presence.

Kylo took a slow step forward, and the temperature in the room seemed to drop. The heat of his rage was gone, replaced by something colder, more dangerous. Suspicion.

*Think, Liora. Think.*

“I…” Her voice was barely above a whisper, her mind scrambling for an answer that wouldn’t seal her fate. “I didn’t know if you would come back,” she murmured, lowering her eyes, letting her body sag just enough to appear defeated. “I was…afraid.”

Kylo’s expression didn’t change, but she could feel the way the air shifted around him. Liora’s mind raced. She needed to tread carefully. One wrong step, one wrong thought, and he would see right through her.

“I…” She swallowed hard, forcing her voice to tremble. “I thought…if Hux knew where I was, maybe…” Her voice faltered, and she let her gaze drop to the floor, her shoulders curling inward. “Maybe he’d keep me alive.”

*Yes, that should work. It’s enough to plant doubt without giving him a reason to dig deeper.*

Kylo remained silent, but Liora could feel his eyes on her, piercing, searching. She held her breath, forcing herself to stay still, to look vulnerable.

He took another step forward, the air shifting with his movement. The hum of the ship’s engine buzzed faintly in the background, a distant, steady rhythm that seemed out of place against the tension suffocating the room.

“You’re lying to me.”

The words sent a jolt of panic through her veins, but Liora didn’t react. “I…don’t know what you mean,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.

Kylo’s jaw tightened, and for a moment, the pressure in the room thickened, as if his anger was curling just beneath the surface, waiting to be unleashed.

But then…

The tension…shifted.

Kylo’s head tilted, his expression unreadable, but the fury she had been bracing for never came. His gaze flickered over her, and Liora’s stomach twisted as she realized…he was thinking. Calculating. His gaze lingered on her, his eyes narrowing slightly as if trying to peel away the layers she had carefully constructed. But something was off. He wasn’t looking at her…not in the way he usually did.

Kylo’s jaw clenched as his eyes drifted toward the door, his expression darkening. “Hux…” he muttered under his breath, the name laced with disdain.

*Oh yeah, that stuck a nerve.*

For a long moment, the room was deathly quiet, save for the faint hum of the ship vibrating through the walls. Kylo’s gaze lingered on her, his expression distant, his mind clearly turning over something she couldn’t quite grasp.

“You will wait here,” Kylo murmured finally, his voice low and dangerous.

Liora barely nodded. *Ah, like I have a choice.* Kylo stepped back, his presence still heavy, but the storm had passed—for now. The air was cooler, less suffocating, but the tension remained, crackling just beneath the surface. Liora’s heart thudded painfully as she watched him turn toward the door, his movements slow, deliberate, as if he was already plotting something far worse than anything he had done to her so far.

As soon as the door sealed shut behind him, Liora’s body sagged against the wall, her limbs trembling with exhaustion. Her lungs burned as she sucked in shaky breaths, her heart still pounding in her ears.

…

It had barely been ten minutes before the door hissed open again.

*No… not yet.* Liora’s body froze, she’d barely just registered the last encounter. Her eyes remained locked on the floor, her heart pounding so loudly she was sure he could hear it. *Don’t move. Don’t react.*

A wet, heavy thud echoed in the oppressive silence.

Her blood ran cold. Slowly, her eyes flickered toward the source of the sound.

Sat just feet away from her, the lifeless face of the doctor stared up at nothing, her mouth slightly open in a frozen expression of terror. The blood had long since stopped flowing, but the sight of it, the sheer brutality, made Liora’s stomach churn violently.

Her body instinctively recoiled, and she held a hand over her mouth as she herself gagging. The world tilted beneath her as a wave of nausea hit her hard. Her pulse thundered in her ears, drowning out everything but the sickening realization of what she was looking at. *He brought her here. He…murdered her.* Liora’s eyes burned as her vision blurred, her mind screaming at her to look away, but she couldn’t.

“This is your fault, Liora.” Kylo’s voice was soft, almost gentle. It was worse than any scream.

Liora’s body trembled as her eyes finally managed to lift to his. He was standing just inside the room, his mask tilted slightly as if he was studying her reaction. The black void of his mask gave away nothing, but she didn’t need to see his face to know that he was enjoying this. Her stomach twisted painfully, bile rising in her throat. *Sick bastard.*

“She-” Her voice was barely a whisper, her throat dry and raw. “She didn’t do anything wrong. This is-”

“You asked for Hux’s help,” Kylo interrupted, his tone almost gentle. “And she…” His gaze drifted to the doctor. “...allowed it.”

The words were spoken with such chilling finality that they seemed to echo in the small space, suffocating the air between them. His tone was devoid of emotion, as if he was discussing something as trivial as disposing of waste.

Liora’s throat tightened, trying desperately to process what was happening. *This isn’t real. This can’t be real.* But the gruesome sight in front of her was all too real. Liora’s breath came in shallow, uneven bursts as she tried to keep the panic clawing at her throat from spilling over. Her body felt like it was shutting down, her limbs heavy and unresponsive. Her nails dug into her palms, grounding her in the pain as she forced herself to look away from the gruesome sight. Her eyes flickered back to Kylo, and for a moment, just a moment, her fear was eclipsed by rage. It burned beneath the surface, but she shoved it down, burying it deep where Kylo couldn’t see. *Not yet. The time will come for this sick fuck.*

Kylo’s head tilted slightly, as if he sensed the shift in her emotions, but he said nothing. Instead, he crouched down beside her. She forced herself to remain calm as his gloved hand brushed against her cheek with sickening gentleness.

“Such a shame.” His voice was a low, dangerous murmur as his fingers ghosted over her jawline. “She was a good doctor.”

Liora’s body trembled, her skin crawling beneath his touch. Kylo’s fingers lingered for a moment longer before he finally stood, towering over her once more. But he didn’t move. Instead, he gestured toward the severed head lying just a few feet away. “Keep it.”

Liora’s stomach twisted violently, her entire body going cold. *What?*

Kylo’s head tilted slightly, his tone almost… amused. “Let it serve as a reminder.”

Liora’s mind began spiralling as she stared at the gruesome sight in front of her.

“A reminder,” Kylo murmured, his voice barely above a whisper now, “of what happens… when you try to cross me.”

The weight of his words settled over her like a shroud, suffocating. Without another word, Kylo turned and left the cell, the hiss of the door sealing shut behind him.

But Liora felt far from alone.

Her gaze shot back to the doctor’s pale, lifeless face. She was dead, killed because of her. *Even if she hadn’t delivered the message to Hux, I still told Kylo…Why the fuck did I tell him? WHY?* Liora’s mind was slipping from her, her thoughts a flurry of guilt and panic. She had lived and seen violence and death…but to have the head of someone brought right to her. Left with her, it felt like a whole new level. Her control of herself was diminishing, she could feel it, but she couldn’t stop it or understand why. She had given up the doctor so easily to Kylo…risking her own life and costing the doctor her own.

*This place is changing me…it must be him…*She finally tore her eyes away, scrambling up towards the sink. To see her reflection felt grounding, as sunken and less of herself as she now was, it was still a reminder that she was here, alive and surviving. She stared at herself, her hands shaking violently against the sink. *I-I don’t know what to do…*

Her head turned back to the direction of the doctor’s, but she looked away just as quickly. She let out a deep breath, but she felt no different. *There’s no way out, no chance to escape. I’m dead to the resistance, I should be dead here…*She frowned, her mind steadying ever so slightly. *Why hasn’t he killed me yet?* Her eyes wandered back to the mirror, gazing along the outline of the cracks. The pattern looked beautiful, like a spiderweb in the sun. *Would he keep me alive? If I tried…really tried?* She pressed a finger to the edge of one of the cracks.

*”Liora”*

She stumbled back, his voice in her mind like an infestation. *”You want to find out what happens if you try? Be my guest. I will stop you before you even come close to succeeding.”* She shuddered looking instinctively towards the door. With a heartdropping hiss, it opened. But it wasn’t Kylo.

Liora was already backing up before she could register her latest visitor. Hux’s gloved hands were clasped behind his back, his expression carefully schooled into something neutral. And then his gaze flickered, just once, toward the doctor’s lifeless head on the floor. A muscle in his jaw twitched. He inhaled sharply through his nose and turned his gaze back to her, his lips curling in distaste.

"So," he drawled, his voice as sharp as durasteel. "I was informed that you requested my attention."

Liora didn’t speak. Couldn’t. Her throat felt tight, constricted, as if Kylo’s invisible grip still lingered there. *Say something. Anything.* But she was drowning under the weight of what had just happened.

Hux exhaled sharply, stepping further into the room. His boots echoed against the floor, the sound sent an involuntary jolt through her. She swallowed, finally forcing herself to speak.

"I-" Her voice was hoarse, weak. She hated how small she sounded. She straightened, pushing her shoulders back. "I thought you should know I was here."

Hux scoffed, glancing around the cell with something akin to disdain. "Oh, I know you're here, girl," he said coldly. "What I fail to understand is why I should care."

Liora’s mind went momentarily blank as she tried to comprehend his audacity. Her nails dug into her palms, her thoughts slowly returning to her. "You should care," she said, forcing steel into her voice, "because he killed her."

Her chin jerked toward the doctor’s head on the floor. For a fraction of a second, Hux hesitated. His gaze flickered back to the doctor, to the mess Kylo had so callously left behind. *Did he know her name? Did he even care?* He inhaled sharply through his nose again, exhaling in a controlled breath as he returned his gaze to Liora. "Ren does as he pleases," he said stiffly, though there was something clipped in his tone now. "He does not require my approval."

Liora’s lips parted, her heart hammering. *That hesitation. That moment of unease. He did care then.*

Maybe not about the doctor herself, but about what this represented. About the recklessness. The sheer, brutal arrogance of Kylo’s actions. She had seen it before, the way Hux and Kylo warred behind the scenes, their alliance a fragile, seething thing held together by power and necessity. If there was one truth about the General, it was that he hated to be reminded of his lack of control.

*And I just served it to him.* "But...," Liora pressed, watching him carefully. "...she didn’t deserve this."

Hux’s jaw locked. He didn’t like being manipulated, she could tell. But he also wasn’t a fool. His sharp eyes flickered over her, studying, calculating. "You seem to be under the impression that I take issue with what Ren does to his… possessions," Hux said coolly. His voice was sharp, but she wasn’t phased. Liora’s mind spun through the possibilities. She had to be careful. If she pushed too hard, he would see right through her. But if she said nothing, she would lose him entirely.

"I thought you took issue with waste." she said, watching him carefully.

For the first time, his expression shifted. Just a flicker of something,…*maybe interest, scepticism, intrigue?*…but it was there. She knew she'd hit him where it hurt. Because of Kylo’s indulgence, the doctor was dead, and if Ren was willing to dispose of loyal officers so carelessly then who would be next?

Liora said nothing.

But she had already won something. A single, subtle step forward.

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generalkenobee · 2 years ago

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kylo ren smut pls ??? possessive one potentially, secret relationship vibes

Ok but thisss>>>

Innocent

❤️Warnings: smut, p in v, dirty talk, switch Kylo, I don't really know but let me know if I missed anything

❤️Summary: Kylo's trying his best to control himself because he knows that no one can know

❤️A/N: I really appreciate all of the requests, like seriously I know I don't always get them out the fastest but I love you guys

"thank you so much, I really appreciate it" you said smiling at Hux

"it's really no problem anything for my favorite lieutenant.." his hair was so red that it matched his hair..

Kylo watched from across the room, his blood boiling. Not because you did anything wrong but because no one could know, you had every right to speak to the general like a normal person. However, Hux didn't know that you were Kylo's, so he didn't know when to back off.

"lieutenant (L/N), I need you for the- the tie fighters maintenance" he quickly made up an excuse to get you away from the freckled face red head.

"do you really need help with the fighte-" he cut you off by pressing his lips to yours. You pushed him back "Kylo!" You whisper yelled, there are at least 12 stormtrooper in this room! You can't just-" He cut you off for a second time by grabbing your wrist and moving in to whisper in your ear

"I need you. Now"

Your pulse quickening, you looked up at him innocently biting your lip. "Then why don't we go up to your quarters and you can have me.." you whispered back with your hands on his chest still looking up at him, you knew that was something he liked. Kylo loved when you looked at him while you talked like that. He loved when you had an innocent look on your face while his cock was in your mouth, or when you smiled at him while he rammed into you, that was the same smile you gave him while Hux was around. Kylo knew that smile very well, that smile indicated you knew what you wanted and how you wanted it.

Kylo's hips weren't stopping, maker you didn't know how he wasn't tired yet. He had to have plenty of scratches going down his back, which was exceptionally arousing because every time you did you could feel his back muscles flexing and a light moan escape his mouth. Not the kind of sound the mighty Kylo Ren would make in front of anyone but you..but you were so special to him the first person he felt he could be himself around.

His larger strong hands were on either side of your head while his plump lips kissed at your cheek, neck, ears, lips, any wear he could get to. "You like leaving those marks down my back? You like marking me up ?" You nodded your head vigorously in response "well go on then, you know I'm yours" you loved when he got like this, submissive but he could still take whatever he wanted..

"I wish they knew" Kylo's thrusts paused "I wish everyone knew" his hips snapped back "just how good I make you feel" his thrusts matched his words making you clench and quiver around him.

"Kylo it feels so good.. your cock was made for me"

He smirked "yeah it was" he responded kissing you "it's your cock, I belong to you and you belong to me" his words caused your stomach to tighten and your scalp to get tingly "use my body to please yourself, I was made to please you"

"I-Im gonna.." you squeezed your eyes shut and wrapped your arms around his neck pushing your chest up to meet his, holding his as close as possible while you let your orgasm crash over you making your whole body shiver and twitch. Just as you did you felt his warm seed fill you up. Kylo wrapped his arms around you and fell down on top of you "please let me stay in for a while.."

Thank you for the request 💕💕

#star wars #star wars smut #star wars x reader #star wars x you #star wars x y/n #x reader #kylo fanfic #kylo ren x reader #kylo ren #kylo ren smut #kylo x you #requested

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komotionlessqueenmm · 4 years ago

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Imagine # 870

Gif NOT mine.

If this gif is yours (or you know who's it is) please let me know, so I can give you/them credit.

Gif credit goes to - @dagoonking (Unless told otherwise.)

Year posted - 2021

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Kylo raised his hand towards (Y/n), who was being integrated for information she didn't have. "Um is something supposed to be happening?" (Y/n) asked with a confused frown, looking from Kylo to General Hux, who were both equally confused. "How?" Hux questioned as he practically glared (Y/n) down, while Kylo tried tightening his grip. "I feel like something's supposed to be happening right now..." (Y/n) rubbed the back of her neck with an awkward grin. "How are you doing that?" Kylo demanded as he removed his helmet. "What am I doing exactly?" (Y/n) questioned. "You're resisting the force." Kylo stated with a huff. "I'm not intentionally doing anything." (Y/n) admitted. "Maybe you just haven't got it anymore." Hux smiled smugly at Kylo, panic filling his heart when Kylo tossed him aside with the force, and very little effort. "I've still got it." Kylo hissed at the General, who huffed as he stood back up. "Is that what was supposed to happen to me?" (Y/n) asked with natural curiosity. "More or less." Kylo stated before raising his hand again. "Somehow you are immune to the force, I never thought that was possible." Kylo stated with a thoughtful look on his face. "So now what?" (Y/n) asked. "I'm going to study you." Kylo answered as a matter of fact, rolling his eyes when (Y/n) made an odd face. "Well as long as you don't have to kill me, I guess that'll be okay." (Y/n) shrugged knowing she didn't actually have a choice in the matter. "Good." Kylo stated before putting his helmet back on, waving for her to follow as he exited the room, Hux begrudgingly following the pair.

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mrs-gucci · 4 years ago

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A Playlist For You [blurb] {Commander Kylo Ren x radar tech!Reader}

anonymous

kylo making a playlist for you but he’s awkward about it and doesn’t know how to give it to you so he just throws the cd at you and is just like “🙂👁👄👁”

this is literally one of the funniest concepts I’ve ever received and I actually laughed out loud when I read it. I just had to write it for canon Kylo, because the visuals...they were simply too good to pass up on. enjoy this one, as I certainly enjoyed writing it.

warnings. FLUFF, some HUMOR, forbidden romance, general cuteness, light NSFW mention, Kylo has no idea how to have a girlfriend sometimes, he made you a playlist 🥺, he’s just so cute lol, Kylo having a (lowkey) outburst™️, fluffy ending. **no actual use of Y/N in this fic.

no tw’s, just embarrassing Kylo lol :)

word count: 724

This shouldn’t be so difficult. Just walk over there and give her the drive.

He’s the Commander of the First Order for kriff’s sake, and you’re a mere radar technician. Plus, he has already seen you naked about a hundred times and you two have said some of the filthiest things in the galaxy to each other as he fucked you senseless in various locations around the base.

His personal favorite of those times? When he bent you over Hux’s desk late one night and railed you on its surface, but that’s irrelevant to the situation at hand.

Unfortunately, technically, he’s not supposed to be involved with anyone, much less a subordinate and you definitely aren’t allowed to be involved with a superior officer. But, as much as he wants to deny it and as much as he knows you would like to do the same, the two of you simply cannot ignore the feelings you have for each other. So, you’ve decided to try ‘dating’, or as close to it as the two of you can possibly get, considering the circumstances.

And of course, today, you just had to be eating lunch with a group of your friends, which is making approaching you about ten times more intimidating. You look so beautiful, so relaxed as you talk and laugh along with your colleagues at the cantina table.

The anxiety of this situation is starting to become frustrating for him as he stands in the corner of the cantina, trying to figure out the best way to approach you, the best way to give you the playlist he spent hours curating for you.

He knows that music means a great deal to you and, even though it doesn’t really suit his particular taste, he listened to the radio as he worked or trained and each song that reminded him of you, he added to a playlist. It was maddening, and he absolutely crushed or ran his saber through more than a few radios in the process out of annoyance, but he finally finished it this morning and rushed over here to give it to you.

Perhaps he should just wait for another time, maybe just give it to you at your post later, or when you sneak to his quarters tonight. Or maybe, this is a sign that he’s wasted his time and that he just shouldn’t give it to you at all. It was stupid of him to make it and you probably won’t even like the songs he picked--

His feet are carrying him across the cantina floor before he can even register his body’s motions, a signature scowl on his face as he approaches your table. Your friends have noticed him coming and have fallen silent, which has prompted you to look over.

The whole cantina, in fact, has fallen silent as the Commander shoves the small drive into your hands.

“Here.” He says in his natural, unmodulated voice. “I made you a playlist because I know that music is important to you.”

You’re not exactly sure how to react, for he’s never done anything remotely close to this before. He’s never come up to you during work hours, besides for something work-related, and he’s never, ever done anything this thoughtful for you before.

Sensing that his hostility is likely stemming from the anxiety of coming over here, which is a big step for him, you offer him a small smile and a small nod to hopefully give him a little sign of your immense appreciation.

“Thank you, Commander.” You say in a soft but steady voice, looking deep into his eyes.

Kylo almost lets out a long breath of relief, a little smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. He nods, not breaking eye contact with you. “You’re welcome, stardu--MT-338.”

You bite your lip to keep your smile from growing, cheeks heating up at his almost slip-up. Everyone else in the room witnessing the scene is absolutely baffled, not knowing what to think of this new, softer side of the Commander.

He seemingly snaps out of his little trance, tearing his eyes from you and clearing his throat as he looks out around the cantina. His anger flares back up and he stands up straight once more, banging your table before storming towards the doors.

“Get back to work.”

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urfavstargirl1 · 3 years ago

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The Empress, Part VI

A/n: Hope everyone’s had a great week! Here’s part 6 and just to let y’all know, things are really gonna start to ramp up from here so buckle up!

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Kylo Ren x Female Reader

Words: 2800

Chapters: 6/10

Chapter Summary: Y/n isn’t ready to bring her relationship with Kylo to the forefront of the galaxy but with a new promotion in sight, a lot of change is coming her way

Story Summary: As Kylo Ren steps into power as Supreme Leader, he struggles to use his power to effectively lead the Empire. Y/N is a renowned Commander eagerly working her way up the ranks. Her loyalty to the Empire is tested when the Supreme Leader suddenly takes an interest in her. When one date becomes several and she is ultimately tasked with becoming Empress and wife of the Supreme Leader, will Y/N be able to handle that kind of power outside the commander’s uniform?

CW: angst, romance, alludes to anxiety, panic attack

“So in order to coordinate such an event, we’ll have to reach out to the unit leads to direct it and then we’ll probably have to schedule it a few weeks from now,” I command.

“Yes, I’ve already taken a look at my schedule and it’s quite packed for the next two weeks,” Locke responds.

“Okay, so I can contact Lieutenant Barnes about schedule dates, but I need you to contact Lieutenant Gabino about unit leads,” I say.

“Commander Y/n, I–” Kylo commands, barging into my office. Locke and I both look up from my screen to him and immediately stand up and subtly bow.

“Supreme Leader,” we address.

“Oh, I’m… am I interrupting something,” he awkwardly asks.

“Commander Locke and I were just coordinating a training session… per General Hux’s orders.”

“If we’re good to go… then I think I will… return to my station,” Locke awkwardly states.

“Yes… I think that will be sufficient for today... If I have any other concerns I’ll reach out to you,” I reply. He nods at me, bows subtly to the Supreme Leader, and swiftly exits the room.

“Is there something I can help you with, Supreme Leader,” I ask in my most neutral voice. Without a word, he uses the Force to lightly close the door. He gestures for me to sit and I do. He sits down in the chair across from me and looks over his shoulder. He removes his helmet and smiles when he sees me.

“It is absolutely ravishing to see you like this, my love” he comments in a low voice and folds his hands over the table. His jet black locks look perfect even after being constrained by his helmet.

Instinctively, I look around and in a hushed tone scold, “Kylo”.

“What? Can I not say that it thrills me to see the look of concentration adorn your beautiful face,” he asserts. The heat rising to my cheeks cannot be contained.

“Why did you stop by?”

“Is it a crime to come and see my favorite girl,” he responds and it takes everything in me to hold back the smile that wants to sprawl on my face.

“During duty hours, yes, it is.”

“That is no way to speak to your Supreme Leader,” he taunts. I try to think of a witty or flirty response but I hold back from saying anything, fearing I might be overheard.

“What is it y/n,” he asks sweetly and extends his gloved hand over the desk for me. I look at it and then at my own hands folded under the desk.

“What is causing this tension within you? It is so strong even I can feel it,” he comments.

“It is one thing to say such words in… an outside context, but here things are different,” I reply while peering up at him.

“It is inappropriate to say such things at a time and place like this,” I firmly say.

“Y/n, we are alone. When else could it possibly be more appropriate?”

“Outside of duty hours, that is. This is your empire sir, and I don’t think you would very well like it if one of your troops was wasting her time talking to some silly little boy when she could be doing far more important things.”

“Oh, well, in that case, as her Supreme Leader, maybe I should order her to stop what she was doing and talk to this silly little boy. Perhaps then she might listen,” he snaps. My fingers tense and make a fist in both hands. My leg shakes rapidly under the desk and I curl my tongue up to the roof of my mouth.

He exhales and softens his shoulders.

“Look Y/n, I… just… are you upset with me? Is there something I did? I mean, I was really expecting a far warmer welcome than this,” he conceded. I avoid his gaze and search for the right words.

“No, I’m not upset with you. At least not directly. I guess I’m just… I don’t know… upset with the situation.”

“Is there something about this arrangement that concerns you? Should it concern me as well?”

I nod. He sighs and runs his hand through his hair.

“It’s not you… It’s… the people around us… Did you know that we’re being watched? Well not watched, but the things we do in the public eye even as just part of duty, people see that. A lot more people than I expected are seeing us. And they’re starting to notice things… things they shouldn’t be. And now that they’re noticing, they’re starting to say things.”

“Y/n, I know this is rather new for you, but I have been in the public eye, as you say, for quite some time and it is something that you become accustomed to. At some point, you realize that people will say whatever they want to say, but it only means something if you let it.”

“Hm… okay, well what if you heard someone say that they think we look sweet together, would you let that mean something?”

He looks absolutely giddy at my question. A smile spreads across his face and his eyes even crinkle at the ends.

“Without hesitation,” he boasts.

“Okay, interesting, well what if someone said that they think I could do better than you... and that it’s no wonder you haven’t found an empress yet,” I say.

“WHAT? Who told you that? Was it that commander who was just in here with you? I’ve seen the way he looks at you y/n and I do not like it, not one bit,” he seethed, jumping out of the chair and pacing the small space.

”Kylo, be quiet and sit down please,” I ordered. He follows and looks at me, anger raging in his eyes. He presses his lips in a tight line and exhales loudly.

“I wish it did not matter who said those things, but it does. Even though Locke is rather annoying, he is also very reliable and someone I’ve spent a lot of time with during my career, so his opinion does mean something to me. Something like that, if said by a stranger, would have stung but I could have let it roll off my shoulder. But hearing that come from someone like him, nearly broke my heart. It helps to know there’s people I care about that are rooting for us, but I can’t pretend like it doesn’t hurt knowing there’s people I care about that aren’t.”

“I wish you would not give a single care to that imbecile. He may be a close confidant but he knows nothing. In fact, it is a miracle I will not sentence him to death for high treason for such a thought”

“Kylo, please you cannot possibly think that way. It is unfair. People are allowed to have their own feelings. Besides, what happened to words only meaning something if you let it?”

“Do not be coy right now y/n,” he scoffs and looks at the desk in thought.

“Kylo, I don’t think Locke is someone we have to worry about. I have zero feelings for him and he knows that. And to be quite frank I think with time he would be receptive to us. But my reasoning in bringing that up is to emphasize the fact that we are trying to keep this under wraps but people are starting to figure it out and I’m not ready for that.” He looks at me in silence.

“I think you misjudged that commander. And at this point he deserves to know… to know that you will never belong to him.”

“Okay first of all, I will not belong to anyone but myself. And second of all, he can know in due time. In fact, if he wasn’t convinced somethings up before, I’m sure he will now that you decided to pay me a random unsolicited visit much like a lover would.”

“Oh, so this is somehow my fault? It’s my fault that your peers do not respect you?”

“What? That is not at all what I am trying to say,” I gasp. “All I want is for us to be more careful. I don’t want people to know about us just yet. And it’s not a lack of respect, Kylo. People can have opinions about others and still have respect for them.”

“Think what you want, but I have no intention of hiding this any longer.”

“Kylo, please.”

“Y/n, give me one reason why I should? Why should I have to hide my love for you? Why should I keep our relationship a secret from the rest of the galaxy? It kills me that I cannot show you off. I would be so proud for everyone in the galaxy to see us together, wouldn’t you?”

“Kylo, it’s not like I want to hide you… I just…”

“What? Are you embarrassed to be seen with me? Do you fear judgment from your peers at the disclosure of our relationship,” he asks and I shake my head furiously.

“Then what is it, y/n,” he roars. I bite my lip and blink my eyes rapidly. I bring my fingertips to my temple and lightly massage.

“Kylo, I just… If we were to be open, and–”

“If?”

“When… when… we move forward in that direction… people would see you as someone to admire. They would say the great emperor has finally found his empress. But they would see me as… a finesser. They would say oh her, yeah I heard she used to be some commander but I guess she figured it’d be easier to just sleep her way up to the top.” I meekly explained. He looks at me aghast.

“Y/n, you cannot possibly- Do you really expect people to react to us this way?” I nod and look down.

“Y/n you are absolutely amazing in your own right. Who in their right mind would ever attribute any of your accomplishments to anyone other than yourself?”

“Kylo, please do not be so naive.”

“Y/n, I simply refuse to believe that anyone would assume such a thing.”

“Well I think you’ve been sitting in the throne room for far too long to be able to say something like that.”

“Even if none of this ever happened, anyone who knows you could expect that you would have earned your way to a position comparable in rank. It seems like it is only a matter of time or opportunity,” he defends.

He’s right. I make fun of Locke for wanting to be Supreme Leader, but my goals aren’t too far off. Being with Kylo, I fear I would be handed my place, when I so badly want to earn it. The prospect of being with him also frightens me because it is too early in our relationship to be thinking about being Empress. I’m still getting to know Kylo and figuring out what I want from this.

“It’s just a lot of pressure Kylo.”

“You think I don’t feel the pressure either? You think I don’t hear or care what people say. I know why I haven’t found my empress. I know there’s things about me that scare people away. But I also know that the time hasn’t been right because I haven’t found the right person, till you.”

I take a second to process his words but get interrupted but a knocking sound against my door. I look at Kylo and he immediately puts his helmet back on. I go over to answer the door and open it to General Hux.

“General Hux, what a pleasant surprise. Come on in. The Supreme Leader was just delivering an update from the Korr mission,” I lie.

“Oh, how peculiar. I just received notice from the Amian leader and was under the assumption that I was the first to find out. I meant to tell the Supreme Leader first but when I could not locate him, I figured the next best person to tell was you. No offense, sir,” he explains and Kylo nods as graciously as he can through his helmet.

“But now that we all know that the rebels have been evacuated from Korr and the base has been demolished, we can all rejoice,” Hux smiles and I smile nervously at Kylo. If we keep up being this peculiar, Hux’ll start to notice, if he hasn’t already.

Would it be such a bad thing if people knew? I truly do not know. I think I’ve gotten to a point where I know I like Kylo, in fact, I might even love him, but I don’t think I’m ready for things around me to start changing just yet. Things just feel like they’re moving too fast right now and it’s hard to keep up.

“Soon we will start working on a coordinated effort with the Amians to send First Order troops and establish a presence on Korr. In fact, just like Commander Y/n presumed, a few leaders from Planet Myr have heard of our developments and are interested in coordinating a similar proposition to that of Korr.”

“Congratulations Commander,” Kylo calmly encouraged.

“Yes indeed! A congratulations are in order Commander Y/n,” Hux adds.

“Thank you both. It is an honor to serve the First Order,” I meekly accept their praise with a curt bow of the head.

“That is not all young Commander. With such great news on progress in the planets of the Distal Region, be on the lookout for your next assignment… as vice admiral,” Hux cheers.

“What,” I ask with my eyes widened.

“Supreme Leader, Commander Y/n here is due for a promotion to captain within the next several weeks, but due to outstanding performance and recommendation from her leadership, she is being promoted ahead of schedule,” Hux exclaims and my heart sinks to my toes. I should be happy, in fact, elated about this but I only have Locke’s and Kylo’s words bubbling to the forefront of my brain.

It’s the promotion now, but soon enough Kylo’s going to want to go public. Then what will people say? What will people think? This is all moving too fast.

“Congratulations Commander Y/n. You have earned it,” Kylo says, emphasizing the last part. I could kiss him for that.

“Indeed you are. Now, Supreme Leader, if you could please come with me, we have a minor situation in the L quadrant of the ship,” Hux states and whisks Kylo away, leaving me alone in my office with a brain full of whizzing thoughts. I try to calm my racing heartbeat and shaky breath but nothing will do.

I tell one of my peers that I am taking off for the day early and head straight to my quarters. I change into an outfit suitable for activity and make a beeline for the training room. I immediately start running and run until I can no longer think. I run till all I can focus on is my breathing and the accumulating feeling of fatigue. After I run, I go into a room for combat training. A professional trainer sees me and offers to spar. He hands me a spare lightsaber and soon we battle. I twist and turn my body clashing my saber against his. I raise my arms high and low reaching for all pockets of air. I grunt and I scream at every collision. I kneel and jump and jerk my body in all directions. I feel the sweat adorn every inch of my skin. I fight until I can’t fight anymore.

“Good job, today. You fought really well, you should be proud,” the trainer says to me and it pierces my heart more than the praise of the two most prominent men in my world. I instantly feel my eyes watering and my face heating up and I run out of the training room and head straight for my quarters. I spot Locke and Neela and instantly alter my path to avoid them.

Once in my quarters I strip my clothing and glide to my en suite refresher. I spend an infinite amount of time embraced by the scalding water. It soothes my mind, body, and soul. By the time I finish bathing, I’m far too exhausted to even leave my room for dinner. But I don’t care. I trudge to my bed and flop onto it. I pull the cover over me and turn on my side.

Today was insane. It was ludicrous. I don’t know where I stand with Kylo anymore and I don’t know what’s going to happen next. It’s too many unknown variables at play all at the same time. I don’t know what I want from him anymore. I don’t even know what I want for myself anymore. Ugh this is all too much. Maybe I just need to go to sleep, and things will make more sense in the morning.

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asmrtist-brainrot · 4 years ago

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What are your thoughts on the divines? Romantic headcanons preferably, but like- your writing is so well done I wouldn’t mind if u just did general XD The Obsessive Hux fic gave me chills

Oooh!! I haven’t really had the chance to explore anything about the divines.

And it makes me really happy that you enjoyed it because I really liked writing that fic and giving Hux that kinda darker edge. I’m curious to see if with the characterization that I’ll get the chance to have possibly obsessive Dami and Lasko too?

Thank you for all the compliments!

Hmm, my writing limit in terms of characters is three... But I will do four because I really wanted to write something for Bek.

But I’mma choose them at random and if you want a specific one of the other three, just request for ‘em!

Gender Neutral!

~ Dari

Bek

mostly unfamiliar with romance as he didn't have many good examples, but he does know from Vox that Nix should not be used as reference

decidedly slipped away to kinda look into human media once he realized that he had feelings for you, though unlike most of his emotionally constipated brethren - he accepted how he felt much easier

literally creates a small barrier around your home so he was untraceable when he came to earth

a good boi, a true gentleman that will always ask for things - he had canonically asked for smooches after all

his lips taste like cherries and he gets breathless really easy, also blushes really prevalently - sometimes will get so red that the markings on his face just kinda disappear

completely unashamed of having his chest bared and will absolutely get confused if you get flustered - though will blush up a storm of you're being flirtatious or teasing him about it

pet names will make him short-circuit, and if you're the type, you might just kill him

"B - bABY?! O - oh gosh -"

Daz

mmm, chaotic and fun boyfriend, will wholly ignore most of his feelings and have you just in suspension of not being exclusive/having a label (though if you're a storm chaser, you'd probably just revel in his presence)

does not give a single fuck about Rex's rules but since you've essentially become his favorite person, he's careful when he comes to see you

only will admit his feelings in a fit of likely jealous rage, though is surprisingly subdued as what mortal man could do compared to a being of divinity such as himself?... be open with himself, apparently

after finally getting how he felt, that he cared and loved you, out - it's like a switch flipped

while he could be suggestive and a flirty, in the face of genuine affection, zip-zap man is at a loss and stubbornly unwilling to learn from anyone else that isn't you

kissing him kinda feels like a charge going through your body, like a hearty hum of energy settling in your chest and making your hair stand on end - he also kinda tastes like lemon candy... much to his embarrassment

once he gets into the swing of things though, it's over for you; from sweet nothings to holding you in his arms - it is something he rivals Nix in

"So little storm chaser, will you worship me in more than just beholding my divinity?"

Nix

we know while he could have the love of "agape", his preference lies within the desire of "eros"

he can and has recognized the feelings of love just in their romantic form, though having split couples before - it likely doesn't last... at least until he met you

you gotta be immune to him or something, able to look past all the cockiness and unaffected by the sway of his natural ability and simply wanting to be with him or not wanting to be with him because you just want to have him be happy

that will fuck him up a whole lot and now you've got him just kinda... swooning? he's not really used to all of that? while he is desirable, it was mostly artificial as he had to push those feelings for him to the surface

honestly, just tells Rex that he's just going to "have fun" with the humans and he just reacts in vague disgust and leaves Nix alone to do as he pleases

... has no idea to go about romancing you. despite being a massive flirt, courting someone does not lie in his wheelhouse because he's always had other people clamoring for him

unsurprisingly, he tastes sweet, like candied apples - leaving your lips swollen and always pulling you in for more

"I haven’t thought about anyone else in months... What have you done to me?”

Vox

oof okay, he does not have a good track record with being in love... but he out of all of his brothers would know best about it

his brand of romance is subdued, he's quiet and gentle and lets his actions speak the most - but he is pretty good with his words

let's you keep a couple charms and disguises himself and his trail so he remained unrecognized even by his brothers if they were ever to cross paths, as unlikely as it might be

honest to god (or the seven); just serenades you, he isn't the divine of sound and music for nothing after all... displays his feelings via the songs he sings to you - even composing music inspired/about you

immensely protective, a given considering what happened to the last time he'd taken a lover

... definitely not the type to catch feelings easy though, it takes him a while to both warm up to you but also learn to love again

kisses tastes a little like wine? even leaves you kinda dizzy and drunk off of his affections... also makes very lovely noises - it comes with having such a lovely voice

"Dance with me, songbird? I know there's no music... But I could always make some?"

#siren's son asmr #request asks #headcanons #dari writes #daz #bek #nix #vox #the divines

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gerdavonrinnlingen · 3 years ago

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I'm still revisiting my old fics ^^

"Heterotopia" is my 4th Gingerrose Fic. I wrote it 2019 right after "Ginger Gears" because ... idk I guess I wanted to write more Rose/Hux Angst xD And yes, it's even longer than all my previous fics!

I think what I like about "Heterotopia" is that is very emotional and multi-layered, well more multi-layered than my previous fics ;)

Summary: General Hux is captured by the Rebels. He tries his best to resist interrogation… and a certain mechanic.

Read it on AO3

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Kalonia smeared the ointment on his wrists. It felt… nice. The cool ointment helped with the burning sensation. The feeling reminded him of sunshine, but he had no idea why.

Raabat appeared. “Are you finally done? We need to get work done.”

“Of course,” said Kalonia and grabbed her bag. “I'll check on you later, Hux.”

He nodded and watched them leave. Only Tico and himself stayed back.

He turned to face her. “Did you make any progress with the 45er-PQ-subprocessor, Sergeant Tico?”

She shook her head. “I’m not sure.” She pulled up the holo of the subprocessor and enlarged it. “I think the problem is this slight corrosion here. It’s basically the same with any other processor used in space, they all get a little corrosive at the edges after a decade or so. But they are sturdy enough to compensate for that minor problem.”

“Hm, the 45er-PQ is quite fragile. I assume that is the problem?”

“Yep. First I thought I could just enhance the sturdiness by adding a bypass. But it would get too bulky. So I figured I might as well encase the whole thing in conductive gel. Even if the corrosion prevents the data-transfer the gel would get the impulses through. Not elegant but kriffing sturdy.”

“Conductive gel? I have never heard of it.”

She shrugged. “Just a little something I came up with after dealing with so many fused circuits. It’s a dilithium based super-conductive paste. There won’t be any repairs possible after using his in a system of course. Sticks to the electrical system worse than a hutt to his credits. But when the circuits are shot anyway it doesn’t matter.”

He stared at her. Brilliant. She was simply brilliant!

“You solved it! That’s- that’s incredible!” he said.

“Not really, I mean in theory it should work. Look at this,” she enlarged another section of the subprocessor, “it’s not clear if it will work after 20 hours in space.”

Hux got up and took two steps towards the holo, then he froze in his tracks and looked down to his right leg. It wasn’t shackled at his workbench. He was free. They had forgotten to bind to the workbench.

He looked back up to Tico, she had realised that too. She stared at him wide-eyed and a range of emotions passed over her face, fear, anger and finally decisiveness. She reached down and pulled some device out from under her workbench.

Before he could say anything, he felt an excruciating, burning pain on his chest and everything turned black.

When he woke up, he was lying on his cot. He could barely move, his muscles felt hard and refused to obey him.

“It will wear off eventually.”

He managed to turn his head a little. Sergeant Tico stood in front of his cell.

“It was an Electro-shock prod I assume? C1 or handheld?” He knew the feeling. Cadets at Arkanis had been handed out these devices for hand-to-hand combat.

“Handheld.”

“So two hours.”

“Yep. You familiar with them?”

“Yes.”

She cleared her throat. “I was surprised and decided to act.”

“A wise decision. After all, I tried to kill you, once.”

“Actually it was a couple of times. At least if you count the Raddus and Crait.”

“It wasn’t personal.”

She snorted. “Really? I took it personally.”

“For the record, I was as surprised as you were when I discovered that I wasn’t bound anymore. Next time, please remember that I’m currently not in a position to hurt you.”

“I disagree. For all I know you could have grabbed my hydro-spanner and stabbed me in my eye. You are capable of anything. You killed billions of people with one shot.”

He gulped. “Perhaps you are right.”

Silence stretched out.

“You know what really gets me?” she asked in a low voice. “You are smart. You are not some idiot who is too dense to know what he is doing. But you still built Starkiller.” She inhaled sharply. “And after erasing five planets with so much as a blink of an eye you decide to save two kids from drowning. How the kriff does this fit together?”

He grimaced. “I don’t know.” He said in a quiet voice.

He could her clothes rustling. She was probably crossing her arms. “What?”

“I don’t know!” he snapped.

She scoffed and he could hear footsteps receding.

He stared at the rivets at the ceiling. He was immobilized for at least two hours. His mind wandered back to Sergeant Tico. He didn’t know why she had even bothered to show up; what did she expect she would hear from him?

Sergeant Tico… she really was brilliant. She had invented a conductive gel just like that. And yet she acted as if wasn’t something special - she was probably the most skilled engineer he had ever met.

She was highly intelligent, modest to a fault and very pretty. He frowned. When had he noticed that? Probably when she had smiled at him. She really had a kind smile. No, no, he wasn’t supposed to notice that.

He could feel himself blush. It didn’t mean anything, of course. It was just a general observation. Yes, from an objective viewpoint, it was a fact that she was pretty. Just like it was a fact that she was brilliant. And strong, and fearless. Instead of recoiling she had acted, had shocked him into unconsciousness.

There was not an ounce of weakness about her. Her family was certainly a dynasty of accomplished inventors and engineers. Perhaps she was here to win their approval? Hm, the conductive gel was remarkable. But so was her work with the chips. Perhaps they had high standards, like- like he had.

He pushed the image of him standing before a desk, with eyes cast down, away. The gel… But of course she needed to prove first that it worked.

It would take at least months to collect conclusive data. Was there really no way to find out sooner if this incredible gel worked?

Zero gravity was easy to achieve in a confined space… all they needed was an anti-gravity platform and an ionized UZ-cube that could be reverse engineered. Yes, that could work. Provided that they could find the right frequency to imitate the stress after 20 hours - so three force fields with a slight pull were needed too.

Hux stared at the ceiling, calculating in his head.

#gingerrose #gerda trying stuff #rose tico #armitage hux #shamless self promotion #but I cracked 1 Mio words on AO3 so I guess #I can brag a bit ^^

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